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A.K.A: Share your blogpost about a nightmare you've had.71 posts and 15 image replies omitted. Click reply to view.
Lemme star by talking about mine, which for some reason, always seem to be disjointed for some reason. Had these yesterday.
First nightmare was me having a conversation to this sort of cockroach with human, slanted eyes with a mouth (kind of similar to David Cronenberg's Naked Lunch), about dissecting a human corpse, which was on a tiny table and was only a torso with a couple of organs with it's head and one arm cut off. As i was doing the operation, the cockroach thing kept talking to me about some non-sense i forgot, while blood kept spurting on my hands inside the human corpse's carcass.
Second one was me starting at the bottom of a sterile, white staircase (which i suppose was a hospital?), which had a backdoor of some sort. When i opened it, there was a large city road that had two groups of crowded people in different sides, arguing about some religion thing; one dude that was from the left side of the street, which was somebody i personally knew, started to fight with the other group which was on the right. Hugged him in an attempt to restrain him from getting his shit fucked by the mob of angry people, and pulled him inside the (what i suppose is) hospital's backdoor and locked it. He was lying unconscious on the floor, as i hopelessly tried to wake him up.
I had a dream I was an heir to some source code. I (in the dream) never really thought about money before, and I especially never thought about computers, so I was confused about both the idea of inheritance and property, and about what source code is. My father explained it to me: so it turns out that this whole (dream) world runs on close-source software. As my father droned on about responsibility and not abusing it, the only thought that stuck in my head was that if I studied it well, that kid, that childhood bully of mine, would really get what was coming to him.
When I woke up, as I was thinking through my dreams of the night, when I started recalling this one, I really broke out in a cold sweat, that I could be so vapid. And that the world could be set up to allow something so cruel to happen.
>>937>While ash falls like snow
Reminds me a lot of angusnicneven.com
You can find a lot of sections the question "Is it ash or is it snow?" or something related to that theme, though I don't remember which ones.
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I regularly (about twice a week) dream about me laying in my bed until it is suddenly swarmed by insects. It's always a different species. It's been spiders, cockroaches, fast-moving worms, etc.
This dream takes place in high school. Cringe, I know, but it's not what you think.
There is plenty of "paranormal" stuff going on, and you have to figure it out. I come early so I have time to hang out in the hallway a little. I see a lot of creepy stuff, possessed people, and you have to throw certain objects at them and they calm down.
Anyway, I go into the classroom a few minutes before the class starts. Every day we learn some weird thing. Today there are sewing machines on every desk and my mind immediately goes to needles. I know that the machines will go out of control and I will be attacked by the needles. In the dream, I remember older dreams with this pattern but different objects. In reality, I have never had dreams like that.
Naturally, I'm scared so I skip class. On my way out, some people warn me about a certain creature that wants to "assimilate" me and kill me. They are disguised as people, no difference. A few people in the school have one of these chasing them. The creatures make people think that they are their "shadow" and they have to accepted but they are actually foreign and want to possess you (for lack of a better word).
So I ask around the school, and find out that they can be killed if they use a poisoned lipstick. It's not harmful for people, just for the "creatures". The girls who make these lipsticks offered me one.
I go home. On the way home, I see this girl, she was dressed somewhat like a magical girl. There is nobody else on the street. She is a few meters behind me, but keeps getting closer. We make small talk, I pull out the poisoned lipstick and I use it. I ask her if she wants to try it, she said yes. She applies the lipstick. In a few seconds she disappears. Mission accomplished lol.
When I'm close to home it's already midnight. I am tired and pass out on the street.