/dr/ - Dreams

>>806 >>803

guys i did not make this tread for nazi related dreams i dont like where this is going

>>803
>I met Adolf Hitler in a dream once.
Wait, you too? I actually had this dream once too, I'm pretty sure I wrote it in the dream general thread. Basically Hitler resurrected, and was giving a speech in a college about the evil jews and stuff, but nobody wanted to hear him, I spoke with him and asked him to tell me the truth about the joows.

I'm not kidding, that was my dream.

>>812
based

>>813
Based on what?

Oh, looking back on this thread, I now know who JP is, I really like his Biblical series. Pretty interesting guy.

Sometimes the conversations of the people outside my rooms wake me up, and when I try to sleep again their conversations incorporate to my dreams, it's annoying and I hate when it happens, I can't really remember any right now, but I hate it.

>>908
My dad was yelling at my brother for interrupting him while he spoke… I had a dream Putin was in a car with someone and spoke in my dad's voice, saying it was very rude to interrupt.

>>908
I remember my father being implanted in the end of a dream I had many years ago because he was waking me up. It's the only actual part of the dream I remember clearly today.

One time, I heard my phone ringing. I woke up, grabbed my phone, but nothing, except immediately it rang with someone calling. I think maybe there's some subtle thing with the phone reacts to getting a call before explicitly ringing. I checked the call log, that was the first call. Maybe just coincidence.
Another time, I was out skiing, and then I heard my alarm. But I'm out skiing. So I must be dreaming. But I like skiing, so—alarm ringing and everything—I continue having fun in the dream. After probably half and hour in-dream (I'm aware that dream time or perceived time doesn't always coincide with real time), I figure I've had my fun, so I wake up. It's dark. The clock reads 2am. No alarm was set or went off.

I haven't fallen down with a fever for some time now but I remember that a lot of my fever dreams usually involve some oddly melancholic themes, but in a sweet sort of way. As far as I remember the last one was about me trying to run away from the world and chase the setting sun or something like that. I usually forget them as soon as I wake up, but a strange feeling of slight tension sticks around for a while still.

>>726
im out for blood

>>892
hm?

>>725
I always get my internal compass completely mixed up. I have to lift my leg in order to go underground, clipping through myself. I often awaken with my arms in the air and my head apparently in my chest and underground at the same time. It's such a fucked up feeling.

>>893 Dunno the significance, but >>892 QR code is to https://www.docdroid.net/4P94A2w/doing-blow-and-giving-blow-pdf#page=2

its bc ur a frogposter

I wish the major problem in my life was just loneliness. Someday you will grow out of the "tfw no gf" meme and you will realize how fucked up your life is and how it's too late to fix things.

>>942
there is nothing unfixable in life… and it is literally never too late to fix things.

I remember a weird dream from when I was like 3.

I was walking with this family that was friends with my mom (they used to watch me while she was at work). We were in this big city, and we decided to walk into some nondescript tall building. We see a snack machine right across the room from where we entered, so we all go there and get a snack.

The oldest son in the family looks inside the machine and suddenly yells "BOMB!" The machine responds with "here comes the bomb" in a robotic-sounding voice and starts counting down. So we hightail it out of there, but nothing actually blew up because I didn't really know what a bomb was back then. Instead, everything just went silent for a few seconds.

>>326
Not a dream but I remember I had found out what sleep paralysis was when i was 12, lied straight facing up like a soldier as to not move whatsoever, then after a little bit i started getting a blackout effect (the same kinda blackout if you stand up too fast or hold your breath for several seconds) and I saw the blackness as hands from behind me covering my eyes. I dont know why/how but I knew it was my mom. I snapped out right then n there and havent messed with slep parlysis ever since

I had a dream that I got my letter that I sent out to a soldier in Afghanistan in fourth grade back. I don't remember what I wrote, but I do remember that I had included a little bit of the Christmas tree we had in my letter.

I do remember many of them, but I can only recall them sometimes. I recall one of them now, it was about people becoming (voluntarily) whomps (those from Super Mario 64) because that way their life would be easier (according to them, to become a whomp all you had to do is to lay on the ground and stay immobile for some years), I was nervous because even family members were partaking on this. I called them out on their hedonism (surprisingly, since I should be like 10 at that time) and traveled through the galaxies (imagine like Mario Galaxy) to defeat the King Whomp, which I did. I don't remember what I did after that (if I did something), I just remember me, standing there, in that small, round planet, feeling the calm breeze caressing my face and that silence.
I also remember my first nightmare, which consisted in a monster from a mattress commercial that I saw appearing and eating an apple, and me being scared for my life.

>>326
I was Batman…

Using my agility, (and grappling hook), I pulled myself into the crater of a volcano and landed unto a patch of stone in a kneeling position, my cape draped over my back. My hand clutched a Batarang hanging loosely off my side as my other hand put away the grappling hook I had used to enter.

I peered around the volcano, not sure what I was looking for. The volcano was glowing bright orange. Rocky patches like the one I had landed on basically formed a ring, at the centre of which was a large magma pool. Not two seconds after I had analyzed the terrain did I notice that the magma was growing large in the middle… It was not that all the lava was shooting up, rather, that the lava in the middle of the pool began to rise. It quickly formed into a 20 foot tall, 15 foot wide, absolute unit of a lava monster. (Pic related).

I instinctively swung my arm, sending the Batarang flying towards him. I don't know what I expected to happen. What actually did happen is that the Batarang simply melted into the metal. I experienced an, "Oh, shit," moment before I knew what the word "shit" meant.

I wasn't concerned for my life. I was Batman; Batman always wins. I knew in the end, things would be okay. But I had no idea how to reach that point. My only weapon was useless. The grappling hook only reached so far, so I couldn't just leave. There was no column to bring down, no secret reserve of water nearby, and no way to hurt this creature of pure flame that so adamantly wanted me dead.

He stared me down, knowing that at any moment, he could swing his massive arm at me and turn me into a well done Wuhan snack - fried Bat. I stared back, feeling tough and fair. The arm of justice was about to come down upon him. I felt the stress of knowing I was in for quite a fight, but not the stress of imminent doom.

I take this as proof that if I had stayed for the end of the dream, I would have survived somehow. I guess in the heat of battle, my brain couldn't rationalize a way out of this, but it KNEW I had to live, so the cognitive dissonance forced it to just abort mission and wake me up. I was 7 years old at the time and I still remember the dream vividly. So vividly, in fact, that I feel the need to write a fucking novella about it on dreamch. I'm 15 now…

I was in a truck next to a driver, he was hitchhiking me to somewhere. At one point through the city other trucks deceived him into making it a race. He goes pedal to the metal and crashes against someone else's car. He then runs away. He stops in a part of the city where a local day is being celebrated. I get mad at him for crashing that car, but not before I try some tacos that the locals made. I come across some old friends of mine and I just see that my house is next to me. We joke about how we can add manure to everything by just touching it. The sun felt as if it was setting, the sky was golden and the grass was green green, it always feels like that in most of my dreams

But before that I was in some polish office asking about citizenship. They told me I should have no issues if I'm born from poles, I tell them that's the matter. The room was old, most furniture was of old fragile wood that would break if pressured enough.

I just had the most vivid dream i think ive ever had, i remember falling and falling through different rooms that im familiar with. The feeling was so real i could feel the wind and that roller coaster gut feeling when you are falling too fast. Then i remember a childhood memory with my mom then i tried to wake up and go get a beer. I have that feeling of waking up and i realize im standing right at the fridge so i knew something was wrong, if i really woke up i would be in my bed so i look to the side and i see a good friend of mine. Then i really woke up. Crazy shit , my heart is still beating.

>>905
I am not an expert in dream interpretation, in fact this is my first time doing this, however the meaning of this dream seems quite literal to me, you just hate the way you're behaving. You yourself said:
>I know that's pretty sad
And for some reason I too, whenever faced with something I dislike in my dreams, either fight it or admit/accept it. I don't know if it's just coincidence or something common. Whether you learn to love yourself or change yourself is not up to me, it's up to you, but if you want my opinion I would humbly recommend the latter.

What do you guys think it's the meaning of these dreams where you aren't yourself but somebody that might or might not even exists, and in most case you have memories from that person.

>>924
I only believe in dream interpretation to a degree, I think there is a natural chaos to the thought process that manifests in very strange, seemingly nonsensical dreams. I think maybe as an empathic person you may put yourself well in the shoes of other people in your daily thought, and some representation of that may appear in a dream.

For example, the night before very tough interviews, I'll have stressful dreams about missing deadlines in high school, usually about fucking up a test. I don't think about high school day to day but in the context of how I'm feeling it makes sense.

Also, I'll have a good day and have a dream about being cooked alive, rolled in panko bread crumbs and seasoning, who knows

I maladaptively daydream about my favorite characters at the time. I feel much better inside my head than being present in reality. It's where i truly feel accepted, no matter what.

>>912
I daydream that I'm not a loser. But then start to feel depressed when I struggle so hard to ever get out of the slump I'm currently in. Life is suffering right now and I just want a small quality boost.

>>913 (my reply)

I wanted to mention that daydreaming is a very comforting experience that I've been doing since I was a little kid. I'd make up friends who enjoyed my presence, or a person who could love me for me, and create the perfect scenarios where real world hinderances couldn't reach.

It's somewhat stereotypical… but the world of floating islands, sky whales, colors the human eyes can't see, vast plains and endless amounts of ocean all tweaked to absolute perfection is infinitely times better than real life. This is where I prefer to be whenever I don't have normal human things to do.

Everything in a daydream setting is perfectly controlled, absolutely safe and nothing can go wrong unless you make it so. It's why I love it so much. Whenever everything in real life becomes too much to handle, a softer and gentler world is waiting for me on the inside.

And when I'm ready, I can come back out again.

>>915
>>916
I can relate to these in a way, but it's still a bit different for me. Most of the time I daydream not in order to run away from from reality, but in order to recreate and alter it in my own consciousness. I've tried doing a lot of things in my life but I've never been able to overcome reality's boredom and bleakness. Maybe I'm a coward for not trying something truly life-changing, but the fact is: life sucks. Daydreaming, even though for me it's usually substanceless, helps me to concetrate on my true vision and desires, chaotic and eminent, even when they are incompatiable with reality. So, in a way, for me it's also a part of self-reflection.

>>912
I generally daydream about saving my crush from a terrorist or my school from a shooting or something. Like a really badass, Pulp Fiction-esque, "do you hear me mothafucker" beatdown. Then I'm the hero. Shit like this doesn't happen IRL all that often so it's nice to daydream. When I can, I'll carry a butterfly knife and pepper spray so that if I'm walking with friends and we do get mugged, I can do some tricks to intimidate the guy and then pepper spray him down (i dont wanna stab anyone, epecially not just to look cool).

I used to dream a lot of bathrooms one to two years ago and probably still do, just that I don't write down my dreams right now.

My only repeating theme is my mother yelling at me. I don't know why, but every few dreams my mother appears randomly and starts critiquing what I'm doing. I feel like there's some Freudian bent to this because all her dream rants sound like her irl.

Meant to say when the monsters come out. Sorry for the bad grammar.

Also this group of friends is nobody I know IRL. Just random people.

Also before anyone else does it: they're*

Please don't be mean, my hands are cold. :(