RE: "Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares
01-05-2013, 09:03 AM
There was some stuff before this about a museum/mafia game/detective thing but I don't remember much about that. 
So me and the family are out on some campground for summer, and I guess my maternal grandmother is doing some kind of water show on a boat or something. The time comes for the grandkids/great-grandkids to get involved so I try to get situated to swim out, but I guess I'm too slow. Somehow this turns into me climbing a tree instead.
All of a sudden it's night-time, the treehouse I climbed into is also a chicken coop (or contains one at least), and for whatever reason Roger Ebert's scathing review of what I think is basically a modern yellowface comedy is playing in my head. Long story short I climb down the ladder at the other side of the treehouse/coop and when I reach the bottom...
Pair of fucking predator-ass eyes staring me in the face.
After I get my bearings I realize it's a cougar; I try to stay still because I assume it has T-Rex vision, but then it gets up super close and I panic and it bites at me. I start desperately prying its jaws apart, and somehow I'm not only capable of doing that but capable of fucking running to the main campground to yell for help (either that, or I'm just sort of There Already). The mountain lion is doing fucking everything possible to get me to let its fucking jaws go so it can eat me already; at one point it pulls out some fucking pendant and, after withdrawing one of my arms, I quickly set it back to keeping the mouth open when I realize it was some Looney Tunes bullshit like he was keeping a vampire at bay with a crucifix or something.
I finally get the attention of campground staff, but they're just like "oh is that all" and I don't remember what, if anything, they do to help me, because then I wake up.
My parents' needy-ass cat is meowing up a storm right outside my door.
tl;dr my parents' cat gave me scary fucking cougar dreams that I think were based vaguely on Psychonauts.
So me and the family are out on some campground for summer, and I guess my maternal grandmother is doing some kind of water show on a boat or something. The time comes for the grandkids/great-grandkids to get involved so I try to get situated to swim out, but I guess I'm too slow. Somehow this turns into me climbing a tree instead.
All of a sudden it's night-time, the treehouse I climbed into is also a chicken coop (or contains one at least), and for whatever reason Roger Ebert's scathing review of what I think is basically a modern yellowface comedy is playing in my head. Long story short I climb down the ladder at the other side of the treehouse/coop and when I reach the bottom...
Pair of fucking predator-ass eyes staring me in the face.
After I get my bearings I realize it's a cougar; I try to stay still because I assume it has T-Rex vision, but then it gets up super close and I panic and it bites at me. I start desperately prying its jaws apart, and somehow I'm not only capable of doing that but capable of fucking running to the main campground to yell for help (either that, or I'm just sort of There Already). The mountain lion is doing fucking everything possible to get me to let its fucking jaws go so it can eat me already; at one point it pulls out some fucking pendant and, after withdrawing one of my arms, I quickly set it back to keeping the mouth open when I realize it was some Looney Tunes bullshit like he was keeping a vampire at bay with a crucifix or something.
I finally get the attention of campground staff, but they're just like "oh is that all" and I don't remember what, if anything, they do to help me, because then I wake up.
My parents' needy-ass cat is meowing up a storm right outside my door.
tl;dr my parents' cat gave me scary fucking cougar dreams that I think were based vaguely on Psychonauts.