/dr/ - Dreams

>>881
I got bagels and cream cheese at the store today after seeing this post

Just found this board, so I thought I would post a few dreams from my dream diary. I wrote these as soon as I woke up, so they are not extremely coherent, but very pretty detailed..

- Dreamed I killed the actor for Vera from Mr. Robot by sinking a boat in the kitchen along with an Irish singer (I think it was the guy who sung "its a long way back to recovery"), then while underwater, pushing him into the freezer. Somehow both Vera and the Irish guy got in there and drowned. Went to tell Mom about it, we lived in a house that was different from ours. Sort of like our old house. Felt bad about it. Ran over and opened the freezer. Vera was still alive. Let him out. He was mad but not really as mad as you would think. Then I took a ride on a razor scooter around the neighborhood, which was different. I uprooted two marijuana plants, which looked very much like sunflowers, which were growing in a field of marijuana and then planted them in the basement which for some reason had a bunch of dirt in it. The next day, although I don't remember doing anything between then and the next day, Mom had found out about all the stuff I had done and had left notes.

>>888
Second part

Like on the dead body of the irish guy which she had partially cut up so that only his jaw was still sitting in the empty freezer and in the basement where she had uprooted my marijuana plants. The house this time was almost like a big wooden beach house except that the walls of the sitting room were glass and I could see out into a city outside which was probably Baltimore. All the lights were out. One time I walked outside and started talking to this lady for no reason. I asked her if she was Sarah, one of my mom's friends, when she obviously wasn't but she said that was her name. Then she said she was a prostitute and asked me if I wanted her services. I said no. I ran around the house trying to fix the lights and I eventually got them all to work by somehow linking them to the TV remote except that when you changed the channel they all turned off. Finally I see dad. He's dressing himself in a dark blue button up shirt with little white stripes and is acting like he's going somewhere. He asks me if I did all those stupid things yesterday on my own. I say I did. He says that everyone knows there is football tomorrow. Mom scolds me for stealing marijuana that's meant for autistic people. I'm trying to think up a response to this other than "I'm sorry" when I wake up.


What do you guys think of this dream?

I dreamed I was watching a Disney TV movie about a bunch of dragonborne humans who shape shifted into dragons to fight fires and natural disasters and other rescue operations. They also ran a magic school for other children to become rescuers. It was very cheesy and childish even in the dream to me. It was set in a generic current day fantasy world. Your neighbor might be a fairy but everyone had a cellphone. An evil villain tricked the main guy who was a red water spitting dragon (which I felt insulted to find out) that he had already saved the day putting out fires on a bridge but actually had committed terrible arson in a magic factory of some sort over the next hill. Making the rescue team look bad. Then this dragon guy fought an optional crab man boss by finding the sea snake that was hiding him on some Greek looking roof and got a high score. The I woke up. Also the main dragon guy could magically multiply coins by putting them in his mouth and did a minor bit of counterfeit by accident.
The world looked like one of those mobile game fantasy worlds with too much pink and purple

>>87
I had a dream I was getting married to my second cousin (once removed). It's not incest (legally, biblically, or biologically).

I was so happy… 15. Married. I had a companion, a WIFE. Responsibility. Love.

It was a quick wedding. It wasn't big or anything… it was nighttime, and we just sort of stared at eachother for a sec before hopping in the back of a car to go get hitched. No big reception, no party, nothing. Just a quiet wedding with a couple of family members and a priest.

I don't especially love my cousin, but when this dream occured, I felt so content. Grown up. Responsible. Loving, providing. Like a real man.

When I realized it was just a dream, I felt so terrible. I went through the stages of grief in like 2 seconds; first I denied it was fake. I desperately tried to forget and fall back asleep. When I realized I couldn't, a deep melancholy washed over me. I had it all… and in one second, lost it all.

>>932
>Sometimes I wish I had a camera in my bedroom
I've personally thought about doing this and then checking my findings. Would it be something you're willing to invest in? If so, I hope you'll share whatever you may discover.

>>933
Basically what I want to know is whether I really touched my face (I know there's nothing really visible about astral projection), or in another case I woke up screaming, but had the sensation as though my real voice started as a nigh-silent groggy hum gradually geometrically growing through a couple seconds to the full scream—then I was fully awake and stopped screaming, and noöne else heard the scream though they may have been out of earshot—so I'd want to know what part was in the dream, and what part was real. I could easily set something up, but my problem is I'd have to inspect everything to make sure it meets my security/privacy standards—knowing my laziness, that's unlikely.

>>934
I used to explore astral projection about a decade ago. I haven't really done anything further in doing anything else since around that time. Maybe, just maybe I should. I tended to have very unusual dreams during that period as well as more lucid dreaming to the point where I do honestly believe I had achieved my desired result. Sorry for going a bit off from your reply here. I've experienced similar as well with screaming and yet no one else seemingly hearing me. I've even done so while sharing a bed with someone or just being a room apart from each other. You very well could have experienced some inbetween state of being in your dream as well as awake very akin to the astral plane. I'm sure there's other anons that may be lurking that could expand on this. Which I'm also very curious to know more about. Just make sure it's an offline device instead of something more modern such as an IP security camera of sorts. Probably could order or get your hands on an old set up perhaps from the '80s or '90s if privacy is your main concern.

Biggest nightmare I ever had actually triggered something in me and formed a deep social anxiety and a panic attack that lasted three whole months.

I was being chased down the street at midnight. It was completely red. I knew I had to of died when I woke up. Don't know what it was about this dream but it fucked my brain UP.

I was also fairly young when I dreamt it so that may also be why.

I've been having some strange dreams of being all alone walking down a dusty broken down road where everything is decrepit while ash falls like snow.

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).

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.

So that's the cap that somebody cropped for this image. I'd wondered where it was from.

>>821
>nyaapantsu
My nigger.

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.