A robot in a robot training facility finds out that it's made of revolvers
In the dream the robot was on a conveyor belt and it had to answer questions to test it's thinking capabilities and one of the questions was "what are you made of" and the answer was revolvers I don't remember much else but I definitely remember that part
Morally-gray scientist who meets a terrible fate dreamed by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs
This scientist had plans to conduct cruel animal trials on a bear I was trying to save, but he ended up suffering in a way I’m not sure he deserved.
Gun robot vs. Morally-gray scientist who meets a terrible fate
Looking at the fanart for this episode got me realizing my vision of Rosie is vastly different from what appears to be the majority opinion of her. Like, obviously there are many variations in design, but a trend I’m seeing is her as fairly younger woman in either pastel or professional service worker clothes.
My Rosie? Old. Straight up grandmother. Carries-butterscotch-candies-in-her-purse old. Wears that specific type of sweater and plain pants that grandmas wear. She came to the institute after a boring year of retirement to spice up her life (spying on her neighbors got old quickly), and the institute, well, it was freaky for sure, but at least it was interesting. And she never worked closely with the archiving staff, but Martin would always wish her good morning when he came in for the day and she knew, because of the Eye or Elias or both, the things that Jon was going through, and so she actually cares for these two like they are her grandchildren. She saw a lot of strange things during her time at the Institute, and she knew a lot of things, but she didn’t do much of anything to stop it. She blames herself for it, because she is the elder, she should know better, she should have helped these kids through it. But now she’s trapped, paralyzed, unable to make the call to her boss and resigned to just watch the suffering of the world.
Nothing wrong with either version! I love seeing the different interpretations. I was curious, however, if anyone’s idea of Rosie was similar to mine?
Good question, does anyone else share similar headcanons?
This scientist had plans to conduct cruel animal trials on a bear I was trying to save, but he ended up suffering in a way I’m not sure he deserved.
To understand this character, you must understand the dream he came from. In this dream, I was an ursinologist (I studied bears) working for an animal protection organization in a world where a large entertainment company was mistreating a bear for profit. Essentially, they had genetically modified this bear to be larger and more aggressive, and then released him in a snowy wooded arena. They set up puzzles and structures around the arena, creating a giant game almost like an escape room, but with a deadly mutant bear inside.
The public was invited to come and play this game, for a few of course. The first individual or group to solve all the puzzles and trap the bear (without dying) would be awarded a large cash prize. It was kind of a global phenomena, with people coming from all over to play. Many people died trying to win.
Obviously, living conditions were not ideal for this bear, so I was sent in undercover by my organization. My job was to pose as a normal player, make it to the end of the game, and then sedate and escort the bear out of the arena.
Once I was inside the game, I joined up with a group of others who were pretty much all scumbags, but nonetheless seemed to stand an actual chance because they were well equipped. Our merry band consisted of me (pretending to be a quiet puzzle lover), a collection of rowdy and vulgar young men who loved hunting wild animals, a rich woman who was sponsoring the whole team, and of course, the morally grey scientist himself.
I quickly learned he had been hired by the rich women because of his expertise. If we won, and everyone seemed to think we would, he didn’t want any portion of the prize money and instead hoped to keep the bear for himself to experiment on. He made no effort to hide that these experiments would not be ethical.
We continued the game and actually made it really far. We’d acquired all the necessary materials needed to set a trap, and were walking along an elevated metal pathway to the spot where we needed to set it up when some of the boys decided they were bored and wanted to pick on the nerdy scientist.
They pushed him off the walkway and onto the snowy ground at least eight feet below us, and started a ruckus. The bear, who was especially attracted to noise, heard them and quickly came, for this had been the men’s plan all along. The scientist was trapped, as he could not outrun or fight off the bear; he desperately pleaded for us to help him back up but the hunting party just laughed and taunted him. I just stood there paralyzed, not knowing what to do. The bear killed him then. He looked really scared.
I could tell you the rest of the dream (we did end up winning the game) but the details would be irrelevant because the scientist is not in them. I usually don’t remember my dreams in a way that they make sense, but this one was especially lucid and has stuck with me for a long time. It felt very potent and even when I think of it now, I remember the fear both that I experienced and that I saw on the scientist’s face very clearly. Upon waking up from this, I even felt a sick sense of guilt for not doing anything. I know he would have done terrible things to the bear if he had gotten his way, but I still feel like his death was unnecessarily cruel and terrifying.
This character came from a dream that was unusually vivid and narratively cohesive for me. Thus, this dream has stuck with me, even though it happened several years ago. That does not mean I remember it perfectly however, and so I have filled in the narrative below so that it is the most cohesive it can be while retaining the original feel and general idea of the dream. I understand it is a long story, so I have added a TLDR.
TLDR: Mutant Bear is a genetically modified bear that was used for public entertainment/sport. When I (in the dream) interacted with him, he proved himself to be very dangerous and killed several people, but once he was removed from the dangerous situation, he was calmer. Mutant Bear was deeply abused, and while I never got the chance to see him heal during the dream (I was captured while Mutant Bear escaped into the wilderness) I firmly believe that he is innocent, and was acting only out of fear. The most important part is that he is free now.
The Long Version:
This bear came from a dream in which an entertainment company exploited him for profit. Essentially, this bear was modified as a cub to be more dangerous (faster, stronger, with an amazing sense of hearing) and was placed in a puzzle-filled arena to be hunted down by players seeking to win cash prizes for catching him. This game was a new fad, and everyone was competing to be the first team to win without being killed by Mutant Bear. Think an escape room with a little wilderness survival thrown into the mix
In this dream, I was sent into the arena undercover as a player. My real objective was to win the game and abscond with Mutant Bear so the animal cruelty protection organization I was employed by could help him. We had good information that Mutant Bear was being mistreated, underfed, and otherwise abused because (surprise!) the entertainment company had no idea how to take care of animals or, if they did, they didn’t care about exploiting Mutant Bear to drive bigger profits.
I joined up with a team consisting of a horde of rambunctious young men, a scientist who specialized in ursinology, and a rich woman sponsoring the venture. None of them paid me much attention.
The massive arena was designed as a sprawling winter forest with various aboveground and underground structures in which clues and resources were hidden. We moved through many of these, having several close encounters with Mutant Bear along the way. Once, a supply run gone wrong landed me crouched under a bush, Mutant Bear just three feet away and approaching. But as my rapid heartbeat drummed in my skull, a bird taking off distracted him and gave me the opportunity to sneak away with all my limbs, but not my nerves.
From what I saw, Mutant Bear was a mountain; taller than a pickup truck, with snow resting on his matted, shifting fur and the enormous bone spikes protruding down his back. His eyes, however, were very dark and very sad.
It wasn’t until we neared the conclusion of the game when things went wrong. We were walking along an elevated metal catwalk that led out of an industrial complex we had just left. It was there that we had acquired the last tool needed for the trap we intended to set up based off a blueprint we found towards the beginning of the game. If we managed to make it to the necessary location in the woods and set up the trap, we could catch the bear and win the game. Victory was just within reach.
The gamemasters must have known we were nearing the end, or maybe it was just bad luck, but from our elevated position we could see the bear approaching. If we’d all remained calm and quiet, everything might have been okay. But, the young men in our group decided they were bored and decided to spice things up. They pushed the scientist off the catwalk, and hollering and hooting to get the bears attention. It worked. The bear approached, enraged at the noise, and killed the ursinologist.
But even that wasn’t enough. The group just wouldn’t shut up; they were enjoying themselves too much. They thought they were immortal, laughing at the scientist’s demise and taunting the bear. Mutant Bear became even more agitated by the chants and stomping feet, and it worked itself up into a fury, pacing beneath us. They thought it was fun, they thought they were safe, they thought we were too high up for Mutant Bear to do anything.
That all came to an end when Mutant Bear made a vertical leap that I wouldn’t have thought possible from such a large animal. Time seemed to slow down as he propelled himself upward and snapped off the head of the poor soul who happened to be leaning over the railing. Everyone went dead quiet for a second, and then everything became madness.
Our group dissolved into fistfighting, screaming, running, trying to throw one another over; full blown panic. And beneath all of us, Mutant Bear was losing his mind too, roaring and slamming himself against the support beams, trying to knock the catwalk over. I was backing away from it all when I noticed the open backpack of the man who had died lying on the metal. Inside of it was the tools we needed to build the trap. I crawled my way over, grabbed as much as I could, and then took off at a run down the catwalk. No one noticed me leaving.
After about a miles run, too far to hear my group anymore, I reached the end of the catwalk, which also served as the ending point for the game. I climbed down the metal steps and set up the trap the best I could with the limited supplies. I had no idea if it would work, but I knew I had to try. Once everything was ready, I screamed as loud and as hard as I could. Birds from nearby trees took off in fright, but then, there was nothing. The snow was still, the only sound being my own breathing and the gentle swaying of the trees.
I felt him coming before I saw him. In ala Jurassic Park style, the ground shook, the tree boughs shed their snow from the weight of his step. As he came into view, I could see his face caked with the gore of my former teammates. I will admit, I was afraid, but I knew running would be pointless. So I stood firm, just behind the trap, and prayed that it would work.
Mutant Bear walked slowly, either knowing I wouldn’t flee or trusting he could catch me if I did. There existed an unspoken agreement between us that, if he wanted to kill me, he would and he could, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Soon he was within feet of me. Then close enough that their existed only inches between our two faces. The trap still had not gone off and I knew this was it. The metallic smell of blood was overpowering, and I waited for the moment that mine would join it.
But it was not to be. For from behind me came soaring a dart that landed squarely in Mutant Bear’s front leg. The bear roared in anger, rising up on his hind legs. I stumbled backwards into the cold snow and watched as Mutant Bear continued to thrash. His movement set off the trap which, with an industrial snap, clamped onto his leg and released a net over top of him.
He struggled halfheartedly, tangling the rope around the spikes on his back, but his energy dropped with every passing second. The tranquilizer dart, for that was what it was, worked quickly. Finally he stilled, and I dared to kneel down and rest a hand on him.
My coworker walked up from behind me (he had been the one to fire the dart I quickly realized). He explained that him and a crew from our organization had gotten into the arena by disguising themselves as veterinarians coming to do a routine check up on Mutant Bear. Just a short jaunt away was a service road, on which the team and a van to transport the bear were waiting. My coworker had just been stretching his legs and awaiting my signal when he came across me and Mutant Bear.
Now, he called the team and directed them to our location. As we waited, I regaled him with stories of everything that I had experienced in the arena. Suddenly, we heard the approach of several people. Out from the foliage came the surviving members of my group. Upon seeing the bear incapacitated, they rejoiced, proclaiming that they’d won, and they pressed the victory buzzer all players had been given to alert the game masters.
Me and my coworker were in trouble now. We had a very limited amount of time to get Mutant Bear out of there before the area was swarmed with other players and executive employees. Luckily, the professionals from my work arrived just then. They began to load up the bear, ignoring my group mates questions and insistence to keep Mutant Bear as a trophy. A quick threat by my coworker to shoot them all with bear tranquilizer insured that we got Mutant Bear safely restrained in the back of the van just as the gamemasters arrived with congratulatory smiles. Those smiles dropped when they realized what was going on. We needed to go.
I leapt into the back of the van with Mutant Bear and shut the door. The vehicle jetted off, leaving the angry shouts of our pursuers to fade behind us. The ride out was far from smooth. There were no windows in the van so I couldn’t see what was happening. Every time gunfire rattled against the outside walls, or the van jolted over rough terrain, all I could do was hold on tight and pray that the next moment would not be our last.
My prayers went unanswered. There was an ear splitting bang and the van begin to spin wildly. After a nauseating few seconds, there was the shudder of impact, and our motion came to sudden stop. Mutant Bear had woken up, but rather than being aggravated, he merely looked drowsy and confused. From outside, I could hear shouting and rapid footsteps. I had just rested a reassuring hand on Mutant Bear when the doors to the back of the van were opened by a man wearing dark, reflective sunglasses. Once he saw us inside, he grinned maliciously.
I was escorted out and into the open at gun point while a team of employees from the company went to deal with Mutant Bear. My coworkers had also been captured and we were grouped together, weapons pointed at our chests. It was now I realized how close we were to escape. Our van had crashed into a tree bordering a clearing, at the end of which, was a large exit gate set into the massive wall that surrounded the arena.
Suddenly, there came a loud roar from the van. Mutant Bear came bounding out in a fury. The gamemasters attempted to stop him, firing rounds and blocking off exits, but nothing was going to stop this bear. He took off at a run, scattering or pummeling anyone in his way. He plowed through the gate, it’s metal bending and breaking like putty, and disappeared into the woods beyond. The gamemasters sent a team after Mutant Bear, of course, but I knew they would not catch the creature. Mutant Bear was free, even if I was not.
I cannot draw BUT I am a master at photoshop, so here are some reference images for the two characters I submitted from the same dream: The Morally Gray Scientist and Mutant Bear
A man completely made of shadow in a suit clutching a briefcase in his right hand, the only other color on his body being a small amount of white outlining a tie on his chest.
The Omen Dog dreamed by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs on behalf of john
The friendliest harbinger of doom you’ve ever seen.
dreamed by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs on behalf of john
The friendliest harbinger of doom you’ve ever seen.
This character is not actually mine. He is a haunt of my friend, John, but he does not have Tumblr. I told him about the tournament and he suggested I submit this character.
As he describes it, this dog looked like a normal Labrador retriever. Very happy, very healthy, nothing particularly ominous about it. It never played a central role in his dreams but would frequently show up right before something bad was going to happen. Once, in a dream where my friend was at a summer camp, he saw the dog swimming towards him from the center of the camp lake. Shortly afterwards, the mess hall burned down. Another time, John entered the home of his friend in a dream to find no one in the home except for the dog, sitting in the living room. He then discovered that the only inhabitant of the house was dying from a rotting illness in a nearby room.
The dog didn’t appear in every dream for every bad thing. He only showed up two-three times a month, and he stopped appearing as my friend got older. Still, he was reoccurring enough to instill a deep anxiety in my friend whenever he sees a dog similar to it in real life.
