/dr/ - Dreams

>>326
I have this dream I had when I was maybe 7 years old

I was walking through this abandoned Disneyland almost, there were lots gates and features, but all of the disney had been stripped from it

I entered this large building to find Judge Judy (my mom would always watch it)

She sentenced to 10 minutes of "kerfluffle" was the word

I woke up right after

I remember a nightmare I had as a kid.

Starts lying in bed in my room. I keep hearing weird noises and knocking on the window, so I go to my parent's room. They're in the living room though, in big old fashioned wooden rocking chairs, knitting or some shit. I tell them what happened but they brush it off and tell me to go back to bed.

Back in my room there's still spooky shit afoot, so I go back out, tell them, and they send me to bed again. But this time things are especially scary in my room, I'm hearing things from under the bed and I see something terrifying in the closet, so I rush back out.

They're still rocking away in those oversized rock or chairs, but now their faces fall off and instead they're giant rats, with the long nose, whiskers, and long sharp yellow teeth. They spring up from the chairs and chase me back to bed, but I manage to close the bedroom door before they get in. Outside they lock and block the door so I can't get out. I decide to just go back to bed, but when I lay down I become completely paralyzed, can't make a sound, and millions of spiders wash over my body until you can't see me anymore.

I remember a few. Sometimes they just come to mind out of nowhere during the day, and I can't remember thinking about them for literally years. I'd suggest writing them down when you remember them, no way to know when/if they'll come back again.

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…