Neat dream of a Pre-War mod. I love how you knew it was a mod even your dream. You are going to have to break out your dream Geck to fix it. Or use the console to give all those NPCs assault rifles.

I actually had an Oblivion dream this night! First one evah! (I phink)


Not much happened though. I was in Bruma, it was night and I walked into a typical Bruma small house. Went out again after awhile whereupon the dream changed.

Alright, finally vår kråke has a dream about Oblivion. In fact most of my gaming dreams are like the one you had: perfectly vague.

I actually had a dream with YOU in it, crow! But I can't remember what was happening unfortunately. I just know you were in this other room, and I never saw you, but I knew it was you in that other room.

Dreams in a nutshell

Nice Swedish, btw


I was probably talking to a character I hadn't seen since the year before

I had a combination Skyrim / Fallout dream this morning.

I was with somebody else. Not sure who, but we were in one of those draugr dungeons in Skyrim. We were walking along in semi-darkness, but not afraid at all. Nobody was around. But then suddenly, there were a bunch of enemies. Draugr, including a deathlord! They hadn't seen us yet, so we crouched down, just like we do in the game.

This part gets weird. The guy I was with told me we have to get out of there. So we turned and began to slowly sneak away. All the sudden there was a CAR in the dungeon. One of those Chryslus cars, and it was on fire!

So that's when we ran! We ran through a bunch of dungeon rooms, one room after another. Finally we turned around, just in time to hear the Chryslus go ka-BOOM! Bet those draugr got roasted after that.

I'm starting to think maybe we play games just a bit too much

Not Possible!

Oh noes, it is on fire! We know what that means!

I wonder if it blew up the draugr when it blew up!

Another Doom 3 dream but I'm beginning to have fun with hem now

I envy those who have 'game dreams'. Closest I come is a rare dream during which gaming is somehow 'depicted'. In the dream, I know what game it is. Awake, I realize it bears little resemblance to any game I've actually played, other than invariably being RPGish. What's likely to happen is that the dream begins as a first-person fantasy adventure, with me as an active participant. It at some point morphs into me observing an RPG type game or game-like environment.

Well, I spent some time making a Sanguine mod, then having Lena go up to High Hrothgar and needing help with the frost troll (that I initially forgot about, hence the need for back-up). That took a few runs to get right.

Then as I fell asleep, my brain decided to replay that, and "fix" a few issues. You know how brains are... all independent. So I had another adventure with Sanguine up High Hrothgar mountain. It's all clear of frost trolls now.

Well, I know how my brain works... I wake up and can't remember how I saved the world.

Yes, I can remember some scientists used to say we only use 10% of our brainpower or something. I'd say this number goes up as we're dreaming. I've recited poetry (and I mean, full poems with rhyming stanzas, apparently spontaneously composed) while dreaming, I've been able to understand the 4th dimension, I've had all sorts of lucid dreams in which I can fly at will / walk through walls and so on.

Anyway, glad you have a creative dreaming mind as well. Now if we can get mirocu to have something other than a DOOM 3 dream...


Lena, I am just noticing that in the opening post of this thread, I became a wolf!


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Sometimes in my dreams I am speaking a foreign language which in reality I have long forgotten or never got to a sufficiently high level... And I can even understand myself! But after I wake up, I'd need an interpreter... Weird, weird, weird. And no, this is not fiction.



Welcome to the pack, then! Wolves are fascinating creatures, and so intelligent - always hang out with vampires.

Oh - I meant to ask. Is that your alter ego or an entirely different person who accidentally has the same name as your questing hero?

I've had several dreams along this line, none in years, concerning music. In the dreams I'm listening to, or performing, a work for (symphonic) band or orchestra. My dream-self knows what it is. Waking, I realize the music was created by me on the spot. Though I proceed to forget it in seconds, I do remember it as being passably decent.

My most memorable such dream had to have occurred between 2000 and 2005. Why? In real life mom was still alive, but dad had passed. Only during those years was that the case. Anyway, in the dream I had driven mom to a big government building for an appointment. Our car was parked on the 'near' side of the street. Walking from car to building, I heard the sound of music nearby. I then noticed an outcrop of the building we were headed for. The outcrop had wide stairs leading down to double doors. The dream erased mom at this point. I entered those doors, to see a large symphony orchestra onstage. They were in the midst of performing what had to be a symphony. I caught what I remember to be almost the whole of a Scherzo-like movement, followed by a decent chunk of Finale. It reminded me very much of Robert Schumann. Very good Robert Schumann. Waking, I immediately knew that I had never heard that music in my awake life!

As with such dreams, within seconds the music began to vanish, as if carried away on a breeze. I managed to latch on to one 'heroic' theme in the brass, and began humming it. I quickly left the bed and headed straight to the computer room, there to write down that theme, hoping to reconstruct at least a portion of the music. Alas. By the time I reached my destination the humming had stopped. That 'heroic' theme too was lost.

Though I recall not one note of music, the dream itself remains visually vivid these years later.

Decrepit -- that's what I'm talking about. Our mind can compose all sorts of things on-the-spot. What an incredible story.


I think you are asking about my name? My real first name is Renee, but I joined this site as Lady Saga (because she was new back then, and I thought it was a cool name). Later on it began to bother me because Saga is one of my characters, not me. Renee Gade -- my name over in Beth's forums, is/was one of my characters, but my real last name is not Gade.

I think that's what you are asking?

Yes. So do you have two logins on this forum then? Lady Saga and Renee? Or have you changed your user name but old posts still carry the original one? Sorry, multiple personalities are confusing.

Yes, Renee has two accounts here - as she said. That is one way to 'change' your user name, but a better way is to ask an Admin to actually change your user name. I say better because that way, all your posts remain under one account. I believe Renee may have been unaware of that option at the time but it is too late now. The reason I mention it is for others who may want to change their user name, an Admin can help with that while preserving everything on one account.

Oh dear, well then I shall have to make quite sure my inept, low brow human half does not get in here. In anycase we frequently disagree on issues and I am afraid I simply can’t resist the opportunity to take the upper hand...

A.

Ditto. I haven't dreamed an Oblivion dream since 2012.















I probably need to get this game just so I can hear your damn voice again,







Did the cellar in it have a mysterious skill book for murdering types? Lol. I'm jealous; I would LOVE an Oblivion dream! That was such a simpler time, right?










"Them's fightin' words!!!"









Wait; then if you have an erotic dream; what does that subject morph into? (just kidding).









Lol, you are a productive sleeper!







This is fascinating! Too bad you couldn't write down the notes immediately on waking; or tape record yourself humming the melody; etc. Really interesting!

I have two similar incidents. The first was during my pregnancy for my youngest child. Throughout the entire pregnancy from about the end of the first trimester (about 3 months into the pregnancy) to the end; I was dreaming poetry. I finally got where I kept a notebook and pen by my bed and started logging them as soon as I woke up to try and preserve them = and they were really pretty good! As soon as my son was born; I couldn't string two words together again for years! I always thought it was not me or my brain writing that poetry; but the soul of my son inside me inspiring it.

The other similar incident was a dream I had where I discovered a math formula on par with E=MC squared. It took up a whole blackboard to write it out and show it from beginning to end; but it absolutely worked every time I did it. I was hugely excited by the discovery; and woke myself up to write down that formula (thinking Nobel Prize, lol). Well, I started writing; and as I wrote the dream was fading fast to the point that I couldn't finish writing down the formula beyond the first two lines. I ended up with a gibberish of numbers that made no sense. It was very disheartening at the same time I felt exhilarated by the dream itself.

I don't use Lady Saga anymore, and not for the past 7 years or so, just Renee.




Oh no! Do you remember any of your Oblivion dreams from back in those days? Edit: Wow those dreams you had during pregnancy, and also the math formulae one are incredible!



I had a Fallout 3 dream last night. I was in some bunker or something, and was shooting some gun at an enemy, or something. One of those vague ones, I don't remember.

I've only had one dream about a game (that I remember). Back in 2003 I was working on a Morrowind mod I was calling "The Great Odai River Project". This mod aimed to extend the Odai River north through Caldera, joining with the river Samsi and continuing north to the Sea of Ghosts. It also would extend eastwards, joining with Lake Nabia and spilling into Azura's Coast near Tel Fyr.

While I was working on this monstrosity I had a dream about being in Vvardenfell. I don't remember much now. All I remember is being in this fiberglass canoe I used to have as a kid and paddling through the new east branch of the Odai River, gazing up at ancestral tombs and Dwemer Ruins somewhere in the Ashlands. It was a very pleasant dream.

What the Oblivion dreams were 99% because I fell asleep playing and usually walking (I didn't often ride in Oblivion). That music would be playing in the background as I walked; and when you fall asleep the music keeps playing even if the console (XBox 360) went into sleep mode. I would dream walking along the water's edge finding Nirnroots usually, lol.

Yes, I am sure the poetry ones were all my son inside me causing them. The poetry was really good; way better than anything I've ever been able to do. I wish I could find those poems, they were really something! I lost them in my move to my late husband's farm; but I'm sure they are somewhere in my stuff = just not sure where.

The math one to me was my best dream ever. I always loved math; and before the stroke I could do huge math problems/algebra/etc. in my head. It was like a dream come true; but then it turned out it really was just a dream, lol.

Last night I was in Skyrim, well, sort of. I was on the mountain where High Hrothgar is located, except in my dream this mountain wasn't so high. Maybe it was 50 feet high in total. So, not too far up.

Usually when I play Skyrim, my main quest character (Sir Vyvoor) would climb the mountain via its actual path. He'd go up those 7000 steps, and come back down those 7000 steps. Never looked for any sort of shortcut. Well in the dream, I was already standing at the top of the 'mountain' and I could see its bottom. So I decided to try taking a cut. Jumped on a boulder, and another boulder (amazing... in real-life I can't jump on anything except maybe a puddle). I walked through some trees, some underbrush, and voila, I was at the mountain's base.

Down here, nothing looked like Skyrim. Normally we'd be in Ivarstead if we walked down the path, or at least some area full of evergreens, or trees which look as though they belong in autumn. Instead I was in some thoroughly modern-looking area. A large lake was before me, full of fishermen using modern rods 'n' reels. There were boats with engines attached (instead of sails) and so on. There was also a very long bridge, which was designed for motorcars & trucks to roll across. It looked like I was in Delaware, perhaps.

A fish was flying through the air. In my mind I identified it as a trout, but now that I think of it, it looked more like a slaughterfish. Anyway, I felt bad for this poor fish, floating around, struggling to breathe since its gills were made for water, not air. I kept hoping the fish would make it back into the lake. Eventually it did, partially because I kept willing it to do so, perhaps. That's when I woke up.

Some dreams make no sense, but ow that I'm awake, I totally know what it all means. The mountain has something to do with accomplishments in life, I think. For me, nothing too grand! The lake = our emotional realm, perhaps, and the bridge = my ability to build something out of life / keep away from too much emotional instability.

The fish was me. I once had a therapist who pointed this out in a past dream I had, 10 years or so ago. It's like that saying "I felt like a fish out of water" and that's how things are in my life these days.

Auww - hugs!

But the good news is that you were a slaughterfish and not a trout!

Hah, that could be true, Lena.

I was inside an Imperial Fort - either Skyrim or Cyrodiil, can't tell, they are pretty much the same. Probably Skyrim as it was cold. I was hungry and cold, and the presence of ghosts around me didn't help at all. I walked through the fort looking for a way out.

No, wait - I decided. Forts usually have kitchens, which means fire and food, so rather than leave, I should see if I can find something to eat. Now it was definitely Skyrim. I found a fireplace - cold, clammy and empty. No food either. Ugh.

A wolf came up to me - an ice wolf. It stuck its nose into my hand, like a dog, looking at me with its ice blue eyes that seemed to glow. Then it moved away, turning to look back at me, so I followed. I was getting faint with hunger and started to shake from the cold.

No, not cold - I was shivering, cold sweat on my forehead, but it wasn't because I was cold. Black spots were swimming before my eyes - surely they were just caused by the bright spots of candle light? Or..?

Red mist started washing in from the side. No, this had nothing to do with candles.

I followed the wolf into the fort prison - a circular room with cells along the walls. Some held prisoners. One was asleep. I entered his cell, kneeled. His neck had many puncture marks. I added my own.

Red mist and black spots receded as I drank. I would remain faint for a little longer, until my body would have absorbed the blood. I was no longer cold.

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The above is not actually just a story. This is a recurring dream - some details vary, but essentially it remains the same. It comes every time when my blood count drops - I have chronic anemia. What I described there, is how I feel, this progresses to fainting. But in real life I don't drink blood although the iron-rich solution that I have to inject into my muscle, looks just like blood. So if you are wondering why I sympathise with my vampires... well... now you know.

Wow, that recurs???? Yikes, that sounds scary. Yes, I know what you mean about feeling faint. I need to go for a doctor checkup myself--it's been awhile, and I know my health ain't too peachy.

Have you ever met any of your characters in your dream? You know, as a separate entity, rather than "you?"

I've been having this dream since late '70s. Of course there was no Oblivion or Skyrim yet, but forts, ghosts and vampires were already around.



Yes, sometimes. Especially if they are male.

I'd be happy to have such elaborate TES dreams instead of the usual crap I get

Have a word with Vaermina.

Considering all the DOOM 3 dreams I get, she's probably already involved

Well, we're all hoping someday you'll have something more involved than yet another DOOM 3 tryst full of vague monsters.

Well, I actually had a TES dream a couple nights ago!


I saw it first person and I guess I was Lothran. I went from The Fringe and through the gates into Sheogorath's realm. Didn't go far though, pretty much turned around immediately and went back. Dream ended before I got all the way back to The Fringe.


Short dream but I liked it!

So, the bones call to you too!

Ha ha, true Lena!

mirocu, this is progress. I am really happy you finally had an Oblivion dream, and you actually remember it, too. Because gaming dreams can be really special, right?

I've been dreaming of rain yesterday (it's been scorching here for several days already). Warm rain in Bravil... I'm home sick.

Why not research (You Tube) how to cultivate Lucid Dreaming. Once successful, you’ll be able to choose your dream and modify it from within as it unfolds.

I have only had three such dreams in my life, but so vivid one never forgets hmmm.

A.

I've had about a hundred lucid dreams in my life. Adella you are right, each one is always special in some way. Because that "world" we are in when we are physically asleep is more pliable, with less restrictions. And so the idea usually becomes: Let's see what we can do, here! For me, it's always something I can't, or won't do in real-life. Like break something, or walk through walls, or fly.

Or even just talk to whoever's around. The amazing thing about lucid dreams is that if you find someone you can talk with, they always have a name, and some sort of life. And so then I think 'wait, is this person real, somewhere on Earth?'

I'll just share my very first one, which I had back when I was 25 or so. The most memorable thing about it is that it was so ordinary.

I was on a playground, at the middle school I went to as a child. The grass was green, and all the playground equipment (merry-go-round, slide, etc.) was blue. The sky was clear. The sun was out. The air was VERY fresh. At the time, I was living in Los Angeles, so breathing fresh, non-polluted air was something I was craving. So when I became lucid, I was really amazed at the air quality in this "world" I was in. I stood there, breathing deeply. Walking around a little....

And that was it! That was the entire dream! Nothing happened, really, and nobody was around. But just the fact that I knew it was a dream, and my physical self was sleeping somewhere... I did not want to wake up.

My dreams are always lucid. I have been suffering from nightmares from before I can remember myself (younger than 3 years old). My grandmother taught me how to know a dream from reality and how to wake up if I don't like the dream. By the time I was 4, I could wake up at will. It took a lot longer to learn to modify the dreams "from inside", but by now it's what I do all the time... Practice makes perfect.

Sorry to hear that you suffer from nightmares.

Oh - not any more! Not since I learned to deal with them by modifying the dream from within.

I had a dream with Lopov in it last night. It was very long, and most of this dream was not gaming-related, so it's amazing I remember the one gaming part.

I was in Lopov's version of Skyrim. So basically, we were in Skyrim, but it had mods added which aren't in my version. We were in a part of Skyrim which was heavily wooded. And it was getting dark.

Not much happened. I was in the dream, and Lopov was to my right. I never actually saw him, but he was standing next to me. We spoke to each other ... "I am in your Skyrim!" or whatever I blabbed.

In front of us was an entire village, built into the forest. So... there were houses and shops and cottages, but instead of being out in the open (as per Dawnstar or Morthal) they had been built into the forest. Which was sort of incredible. If I had the time, I'd build my own little village, and put it within a bunch of trees. There were a lot of people walking about. I could tell they were gaily colored in Renaissance clothes, but it was too dark to see their colors.

Everything was peaceful. Then, I spotted a red dragon, flying high in the distance. It kept flying in circles. Even though it was getting dark, where the dragon flew daylight was still plain, since it was high in the air it was still getting struck by sunlight. At first I was scared, but then I thought 'Wait, it's too far away!'

It was in another cell basically, I thought there's no way it's going to invade our little village. So we were safe.

That's because you play basic Skyrim and I play the Special / Anniversary Edition.

You mean the one where everyone decides to kill you?

Fortunately nobody tried to kill me. But yah, even in my dreams there are the possibility of mods.

Last night my Talon Company character Janet saved my life. Janet is a character I haven't been with since 2017, her story ended in fact. But for some reason she was with me as I dreamed.

She was moving through the Capital Wasteland, but the thing is, I was with her too. It wasn't like I was sitting on my bed gaming, and she was on my TV, NO, both of us were together. We saw an explosion several dozen yards away; obviously there was some sort of battle going on.

So we both hid behind a bush. But it didn't matter. Right away, there was some baddie right there coming to get us! He was rather large, but not a super mutant. He looked sort of like one of New Vegas's Khans, except maybe twice as big.

Janet and I ran. I was sort in control at this point, so I was looking for some place we could hide. There were a bunch of low houses nearby, but all of them had boarded-up doors. Arrgh! The sun was coming up in the sky, it was morning in the dream.

Finally there was a pile of rubble which I managed to jump upon, and Janet did as well. The "khan" could not follow. But at that moment Janet broke out her gun and defended us both. Took care of the monster, just like that. And I woke up in a cold sweat.

Thank goodness it was just a dream and that Janet was there.

"Talon Company!"

That is an interesting dream. Good thing Janet was there!

I was playing Skyrim and had a male character in this dream, but I don't know who it was. Not Lord Haaf-Mersey, not Sir Vyvoor, and so on. He was walking over some sort of rampart made of stone. Since this was Skyrim, the air, the landscape, the sky were all gray.

At some point, a second person joined my character, however somehow I knew this was a PC, not an NPC. It was Lopov's character! Another male, but again, I don't know which character name.

Both of us were playing co-op. We rounded a corner, then found ourselves stuck on the side of some dwelling, way high up! Both of us were suddenly grabbing the side of this dwelling, our feet hundreds of meters above the ground! This seemed even higher than High Hrothgar.

Lopov's character fell from this precipice! As per the way dreams work it was a really dramatic moment.