Out of Pod Experience

One of my co-workers had roughly something what i can describe as EVE dream. She did not ever play EVE, but she heard a time or two how i play this game about spaceships, and it is about those big wars and making big virtual money. She have seen wallpeper I had on my computer there, but for a moment only. Then few days later I heard that she is telling everyone in the office about this strange dream, where she has been on some enormous ship in space, and everyone from office was there and we were fighting some war, everything on the ship was falling apart and exploding and we were trying to get out somehow, we were running thru the ship and seeking some sort of rescue.

So EVE is giving some people nightmares when they only hear about how this game looks and see the pictures.

Actually the ship is now like a mining barge that is overheating its strip lasers to burn those roids faster than the rest of miners. I know it's impossible. But we have to do this kind of things - impossible. It's our job.

Ship is doing extremely fine now, never have been better.

i never remember my dreams. or i don't have them. one of the two.

when i do remember one, it's usually gone after an hour.

I used to have awesome dreams, as I recall them I shall recant them, this is one of my favorites:

I am a soldier in the American-Mexican war. I am on leave in Oklahoma, but somehow its in France because everyone speaks French (i assume). I meet this woman on a mobile diner (holy carp I need to come out with this idea, its a school bus with a kitchen in the back and they serve you breakfast while they drive around the city, instead of bus seats its got a small table with single chairs on either side lined all the way down on both sides). I don't understand her but I know I love her, and sadly I say goodbye as I get off the diner with my duffel bag and head back to the front lines.

Word comes in that the Mexicans have assaulted a farmer. We roll out in our mechanized Monster Truck Units with surface to air rocket launchers and hydraulics and sparkly painted decals and we steamroll an entire rain forest on our way to this farmers house, who turns out to be a little old lady and the "Mexican Army" turns out to be a handful of kids shooting bottle rockets towards her house. Then I wake up.

Not one of my favorites but definitely memorable:

I used to have a crush on this girl in high school, but I was too afraid to talk to her, and I realized much later in life that the clues were there and she actually did like me. I probably knew it at the time, because I vividly remember a very frightening dream where I had lost my penis, and while I was looking for it in a bathroom stall someone knocks on the door and I open it, and she is staring at me with tears in her eyes, she hugs me and says, " I'm so sorry you lost your penis."

Re-occuring dreams/omens:

For many years before I started flying I would have these re-occurring dreams about dying in a plane crash. While the circumstances and surroundings changed somewhat the mode of death was always the same: The plane would clip a building, powerline, bridge, or similar object on takeoff and would shortly roll on its side and plummet into the ground.

Of course, I don't have those dreams so much anymore now that I fly from time to time, still get them sometimes but not much. Latest one we were flying in a double/tandem fuselage 747 and the pilot was a hot shot so he taxi'd on a freeway and was trying ot show off by taking off in between bridge spans. I think he may have succeeded, I woke up before liftoff but he had the right angle and position.

Edit: I see the forum censor edits the scientific word for a males reproductive organ. Anyway its important that you know that was the word, and not the more vulgar synonyms, because for me that's what made it so frightening at the time and humorous in hindsight.

Subconscious Message #2: RUN! IT'S ALL LIES! THEY WANT YOUR BLOOD! YOUR BLOOOOOOOOD!!!!