/dr/ - Dreams

>>975
I'll be right there with you friend. I can't wait to feel that unconditional, shining love that awaits us all after our vessels are abandoned.

This very much was my experience between the ages of… Probably 15-23. I can remember sitting there in bed most nights, quietly praying/wishing/focusing to experience one of those surreal encounters with that idealized, beautiful person I've never, but feel so familiar in the dream.

I noticed these dreams were most prevalent when I was most fearful of being hurt by others.

>>957
I re-read through all of His Dark Materials because of this post. Thanks for inspiring me anon.

Sometimes I’ll wake up and realize I’ve dreamt about reconciling with my ex. Not getting back together, but just talking without mental barriers between us like we once could. It gives me a moment of peace before I let her memory fade back into my mind again.
I hope we all can find some approximation of shining romantic love in this life. If that cannot be the case, I will look forward to meeting you all as brothers in the eternal love beyond our universe. Be well my friends

>>982
I've had a dream in the spring of 2016. In the dream, I just woke up from a good night's rest. The sunlight poured through the window and bathed the entire room in a brilliant warm gold. It felt so real. I could feel the warm sunshine on my skin. The room was bare. I shared a barebones single bed (all white sheets, simple bedframe) with this man. He wore a plain white shirt. The messy sheets were pulled over his waist and he looked up at me, sleep still in his eyes but the bliss shined through. He had the biggest warmest smile on his face with big brown eyes - all squinty and crinkly with genuine love and happiness - and messy brown hair. It shone like copper in the sunlight. In that moment, I felt so loved, accepted, cherished, wanted. I was so completely at ease. I woke up to someone who loves me and smiles instantly at the sight of me. It was a feeling I never felt before, but this year it has returned again ever since I met someone who gives me those fuzzy feelings.
It's strange, but the man in that 2016 dream is the person I'm dating now. Should I tell him about this dream or will it scare him off? He believes in spiritual things like soulmates and psychic powers - maybe he'll believe in psychic dreams? Not a schizo btw

>>957
It's been 16 years since I had quite the experience in my dreams. Longing to find her in this realm of reality. There was a point in time where I had thought I had met her but clearly I was wrong entirely in thinking so. I await to see her once more even if just in my dreams.

>>961
that dream where i married my cousin

I'm not sure I've ever had this feeling while dreaming. Most of my dreams always seem to take a nasty turn rather it be a nightmare or just a casual dream. Things always seem to be pretty weird towards the point I'm about to wake up.

I can mention this though since it's still close to being relevant to this thread. I had a dream where I lived in this very interesting house that had a lot of basement floors with an elaborate maze with very nice rooms. I could wonder throughout this place for days and never get enough. It also reminded me how I've always wished to live in a place with a lot of space and very tall ceilings.

I dreamt about being back in high school.

>>964
Mind to elaborate?

Wanted to post this morning about a dream I was having but didn’t want to make a whole thread, so I’m glad this is the first thing that popped up when I opened dreamchan :)

It was a borderline wet dream.

There’s this lady at a bdsm dungeon that I cuddle with sometimes. She’s really sweet and cozy, and I’m a young man and she’s more than twice my age. She’s very motherly and nurturing to me, and doesn’t want to do sexual stuff with me.

In my dream she was a domme, even though she’s a sub irl. She had locked us together in this awesome concrete room and had whipped out toys to hit me with after she pushed me to the ground.

After a few licks of a dragons tail I asked her to stop. I was upset about something that had happened in real life and earlier in the dream. She stopped the scene and got down on the floor to hold me and ask me if I was okay and I started to emotionally vent to her about how upset I was

Then my fucking alarm goes off. I couldn’t have asked for a better dream, or a worse time for the alarm to go off. I’m so upset.

Please excuse mobile posting. Just wanna get it down before it escapes

>>986
You are stressed and fear the future.

>>986
Pet… Pet the animals… maybe they just want pets.

I don't really know if dreams mean anything, That dream sounds stressful though. I agree with >>990 (except the whole fear the future).
Anything on your mind?

>>990
>>991
You're right. I made this thread a few weeks ago when I had lots of schoolwork and barely had free time.

not falling for your scam…

>>988
Looks like someone already sent them ~$40 yesterday - https://etherscan.io/tx/0xe0b11e7212e7916ec9dd8ab8cf5f17f7b926eddfc2f4ce174f277343fa5076aa

Sorry for the long reply.

When I was a child I thought I was too ugly and weird for a girl to like me, so I decided when I got older I'd be bigfoot (or a slouching hermit living in a mossy wooden shack).
So I decided to start small, I'd walk on ground barefoot so it wouldn't hurt anymore.

I'm 20 now and hopeless in more areas than just my love life.
At least I can walk in the forest barefoot without worrying too much, so dream achieved?

Growing up, I wanted to be living by myself in some condo in a big city. Holding down a very important job that no one else could do. I would travel around the city and have adventures like I would in a video game. I would have a fast car and a beatiful, loving girlfriend whom I would spat with every now and then. I wanted that.

I'm almost 30 now, my job as a food service worker is being cut short no thanks to the lockdowns. I've never been in a relationship with a girl at all and spent most of my leisure time on the internet or working part-time. I still live with my mother and I drive a beat-up minivan for work and groceries. Making me think about it. I get sad that I could've done more with my life.

I've had it happen, don't know that it means anything

Yes, I did. I killed my (not real) abusive father with a baseball bat and then drove off into the countryside with my (not real) little sister in his pickup truck.

Several times I had dreams where I'm just an spectator, or some other where I'm not even myself or even when I'm multiples characters in a story, like OP described some sort of movie.

I wonder what are the implications of this.

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