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I had a strange one recently, though most of my dreams aren't at all based in common reality, this one stood out not only because it felt like I was in a situation that could happen (in non-dream standards, mind you), but I was also me at an age of I think around 12-13. It also featured my little sister, around the age of 7 or 8 (her current age).
Basically what happens is that our mother who I can only assume is the last surviving of her family dies, and we were left to go live with our older adoptive sister. This is all assumed, as in this is kind of the context I was feeling while in the dream, why things were happening, why I was there. Our older adoptive sister was an anthropomorphic possum though she didn't dress the same way I believe it was based on the main character from a webcomic called 'habits' or 'clementine' as some call it on vice because she was basically homeless. We walked around a downtown area of a medium sized city as she would drink alcohol and flip off cars that passed us by, edging us on to do so with her. I would, but my little sister wouldn't. Then she bought us slushies, poured alcohol into mine and I got drunk with her while my little sister just drank a normal slushy, after that I woke up.
I liked it, felt like I was having fun in the dream in the innocent way a kid at that age would despite the shitty situation.
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This is a dream I had last night that disturbed me a little.
I was having a nightly stroll with my best friend who also happens to be a person that I love(odd relationship we have). As we walk, people approach us and tell a joke, or do something funny, and then leave. It's always one at a time. We get used to this little routine, so once another person approaches us, we expect him to do something funny.
But he stabs my friend viciously out of nowhere. I panic a little and then I remember that I have a revolver with infinite ammo, and I start shooting him. He's shocked and tries to run for it, but he's left me feeling not only wrathful but hateful too. I think of Tony Montana as I shoot him so I feel a little embarrased when he turns his back on me and I have to shoot him from behind, but I think "Fuck him! he doesn't deserve an honorable death anyway". I stop chasing him when I see him finally drop to his knees, dying.
Then I start looking for my buddy. I wanna heal him because I have healing powers, but I can't people back from the dead. For some reason he's not where he was stabbed and I can't find him, so I panic and I start yelling "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?". Two kids approach me and they're laughing. They're not malicious but they dont understand the seriousness of my situation and I guess they see me as a funny grown up. I ask them questions but they just keep laughing and smiling. Suddenly I see a big, massive rat approaching me and I shoot it. Once I hear the kids cry in horror, I notice that In reality I shot a dog. Their dog. Kids wanted to make a silly harmless prank and their dog was onto it.
The dog runs away in a state of shock much like the man that attacked my friend. I try to follow him to heal him. I tell the kids "don't worry, I have healing powers, I can give life", because I feel so bad. I don't want them to cry, and I want their dog to be okay. But I can't find the dog either. I start to open random doors, entering random houses, and the people start staring me and being suspicious of me. An old lady looks at me from afar, she looks like she hates me. Evil. I notice that too much time has passed and both my friend and the dog must be dead somewhere. I start sobbing as I lay on the floor, hopeless, alone and scared in the middle of nowhere, late at night.
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dreamed my mom (a bisexual widow) was dating a short haired tomboy who was about my age. the girl jokingly said i had to call her "daddy". i fell for her and when i was alone with her i told her how i felt and she started making out with me on the spot and even reached into my pants and fingered my ass even though we were outside. she didn't break it off with my mom but kept on being intimate with me on the side.