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Subject says it all!
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.
This made me smile OP.
The whole premise of it is absurd of course, but I can see this being a heartwarming adventure in dreamland, where you have no perception of what is likely real
Most of my dreams are ludicrous in premise but I have yet to be taken care of by an alcoholic furry sister
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>>151>the clitoris becomes like a fucking elephant trunk
Damn in my all years of rule 34 i dont think i have come across a wonder like that
It sounds like you are seeing the future not dreaming
Oh, dude, I have, it's an entire fetish.
Mind, I can't actually /link/ you any on this board, but.
Well, what is such a thing called so a gentleman like myself can view these images?
What a time to be alive
Last night, I had my first nightmare in a long time.
I was a journalist who ended up as a conscript of sorts with a terrorist force. I'd been sent with a scout party to watch a small city that the group wanted. I was still documenting my experience, of course, but I brought along a scoped Mosin-Nagant I'd looted for my own protection.
We were in the desert for a while, sitting on rags and watching the city for any activity. Suddenly, I spotted a man leaving the city through my scope. He was carrying a lot of equipment, and as he turned and went behind a sand dune, we started to hear him sing about how much he loved his girlfriend. "He knows what he is doing," one of my acquaintances muttered grimly. I watched him through that scope for a while, his stuff poking over the dune. The others readied their weapons next to me.
After a short while, I aimed where I knew he would come out. Sure enough, he emerged there, but he left his things behind. As he walked towards us, a smile on his face, my group fired one shot each at him. I quickly followed suit – what else could I do? My shot hit him in the shoulder, and the others were various body shots. He twitched in the gunfire, but he laughed it off. "Silly," he called out to us while I rechambered, "my girlfriend doesn't live there!" I felt as though some other force guided my crosshair to his head, and I pulled the trigger.
His bright smile widened, his eyes bulged and split slightly, and a red hole appeared between them. He fell to the ground dead. All I could feel was guilt. Rechambering once more, it occurred to me that the man's girlfriend was in his head.
I woke up soon after, still feeling guilty about the shooting. It was all so vivid. I was afraid for a while that the man I killed was going to appear around the next corner I walked around, smiling and laughing at me. I was so scared of seeing him again that I wouldn't let myself fall back asleep.
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I had a dream that I was somewhere in Europe with a girl that I only remember by some kind of hat she had on. It wasn't modern Europe but sort of a mix of Victorian England and 1930's France. I couldn't hear any sound other than my own thoughts and I seemed to be really focused on the hat. Nothing exciting happened in the dream either, it was pretty comfy.
So, it starts off with me coming into the dorms after my morning classes, and taking a nap, and when I wake up there is this giant projection screen TV in the room playing an episode of spongebob that was real unnerving though not unlike a lot of the newer episodes. This spongebob was just a giant sponge creature where the legs consisted of segmented parts of sponge kind of allowing it to crawl into the screen with his normal giant smile, causing the other characters to be freaked out and run while he chased them off screen laughing. I turn off the TV because this was freaking me out as well, and get up to leave when I noticed that this is not my dorm room! Then the actual person who lives in there walked in, and I said I'll only be a moment I gotta grab my things, I do and go back to my dorm which when walked into resembled an apartment where my mom and grandfather and little sister were sitting around watching a show on a smaller tv. I sit down to watch, and once again am unnerved by what is on though this time it is a show I've never seen before. It shows this black man jumping off of a crane, and catching himself on a bridge by biting the edge, and remaining perfectly flush with the ground of the bridge. He then bends his body upwards and swings it into the support structure of the bridge with immense force, destroying it and causing the bridge to topple onto him. He gets up unscathed from the rubble, as different copies of himself also do so and begin walking towards a city, I turn off the tv, turn to give my family a look of 'what the fuck was that?' and wake up.
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So I was planning on staying up late tonight (I have been checking out at like 8pm on weeknights), but I layed down for a minute and had the strangest lucid dream
It was me, in a peter piper pizza, but it was not me, because I was around 7 years old. i was standing by the soda fountain. All the hoses were connecting to one drink that had a label that said "Suicide"
I went to walk over to my mom and my (now very young) little sisters at that table then i snapped back in to reality and now i've had a headache for the past half hour
Had a very intense dream last night!
I was at a friend's house that I've been wanting to see for a good while, and it was like a zoo! There were so many people, almost too many, not just my friend's family but his extended family, his friends, what seemed like maybe their extended family, it was crazy but it was also a happy atmosphere. My friend and his friends said that they were going to go do something and wanted me to just hang out at the house, so I do that and watch some show on the TV that I've never seen before. I think it was an animation or something regarding talking cats but other than that basic information I don't remember what it looked like or what even happened. My friend and his friends basically came back with instruments in their hand and sat down behind me to watch the show, then everyone there started going back into other rooms to go to bed, but there was no room for me there so my friend took me out back to this barn looking place, and this is where it starts to get very weird. For one, I was a little offended that all those fucking people were able to go back to some room and sleep while I had to go back to the fucking barn, but that wasn't a main concern for me, what concerned me was that once I was in the barn all the windows had a sort of white light coming through them in the middle of the night. My friend started getting aggravated with me asking me why I was even here and I was a bit confused about that, then he points his fingers at me, and his two index fingers extended out from his hand and went into my rib cage, which pulled me real close to his face. He started yelling at me about doing things for myself and making my own friends and other gay shit like that which didn't end up scaring me so much as just offending me even more, so I hawkedd a nasty loogie into my mouth and spat that shit all over his face, causing him to drop me. After that I knocked his teeth into his throat with my left fist (even though I am right handed) which caused him to de-materialize. Then I woke up!
Had a few this time around, though I only remember two of them.
The first dream involved a few of my friends and I on this barge kind of ship when it was storming, but we were standing on the edge by the railing of the ship (it wasn't very safe), but we were having a ton of fun. A fatter friend of mine was giving it a little too much force, causing the ship to almost capsize so we started giving him shit for it (and for his weight), and continued doing the same thing we were doing before, rocking back and forth on the edge of the ship. After a minute or so more of this the ship finally did capsize, well more than that it actually spun quite a few times before finally landing in the water upside down. Then the dream cuts to only one of the friends that were there being with me at this tropical shoreline with super clear, shallow water and this waterway that lead inland in between these two small cliff faces (only about 40 feet high). We stood on the rocky shore for a moment before hearing some people come, and rather than go to them for help we dove into the water way and swam underneath for a while. Soon after doing that my vision zooms out from the first person view of my sight in the dream, and then I'm watching everything happen from the screen of a laptop. This is where things fall apart, I start to see a bunch of fat people on tubes riding down the water way, then the screen changes to some weird pornographic stuff with people wearing masks made from the same material as the tubes, which caused me to turn it off. Then I'm actually in the same place of the pornography and because these people are weirding me out too much I start kicking at them (I am not naked myself) then I wake up.
The second dream involved hanging out with my grandmother who doesn't speak any english though in the dream she did just fine, we were at this market walking around, then we were at her house and she was trying to get this gamecube 'hacked' with a younger friend of hers by trying out different video games as exploits for it which was strange because she's fucking old and doesn't play video games, and she was acting all elitist about shit so I just got annoyed, walked out to this outside gazebo area that overlooks this pretty valley that had temples n shit where a computer was set up, took my pants off and started browsing the web, then I woke up.
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I had an honest-to-god Bane dream. I'm not just shitposting here, I mean it.
It didn't start as a Bane dream. I was in my room holding a little tablet. It was playing the original Mobile Suit Gundam. The very first episode where Zeon is attacking the colony where Amuro lives. Somehow, I was there too. I saw the air rushing out through the hole punched in the colony by Zeon forces. It scared the Hell out of me. The perspective flipped between me rushing to escape to White Base and watching the events unfold on the tablet. I could see the RX-78 and Zakus running around from both perspectives. I put the tablet down and Christian Bale, or at least someone who looked like him, was in my room. He was terminator-like cyborg. His left arm was bloody and damaged. It appeared on of the hydraulic piston was malfunctioning. He was talking to someone I couldn't see. He insulted this unseen man for not knowing how to fix his arm. Of course, I was the one to fix it, namely by shoving the piston back into alignment with the rest of the arm. I left my room and I was in a wooden submarine propelled by oars. All the men pushing the oars looked people i used to know dressed as Bane. I even recognized a couple voices. One of them was just an acquaintance. Another was someone who used to pick on me as a kid but became a friend by high school. I head them saying something along the lines of "Go for it!" and as I walked down the decks of the ship, I too became a big guy. I was muscular and had Bane's outfit on, save for one thing: The mask. I picked up a quarter, put it in my pocket, and the mask appeared in my hand. On the lowest deck of the ship lay Bill Wilson. He was lying with his up in the air. I put on the mask, sauntered over, and woke up with an erection.
I have often had dreams about older relatives or people I know acting out of place and young.
I recently had a dream that all of the sites we managed at work were down, and my elderly neighbor who never owned a computer was front and center bringing the sites back up. He was looking at my code and calling it shit.
Two dreams last night!
The first involved me walking around this abandoned building being followed by this ghost qt in what looked like an old fashioned night gown. Eventually I hear some armed men come through the front door of the building from wherever I am at, and start trying to book it out of there with the ghost, and eventually I come to a dead end because I panicked and ended up getting lost. The armed men see me and I get shot (though I don't feel it) and I fall to the floor, where the ghost qt holds me and tells me causing a sense of warmth/calm to wash over. She whispers to say that I am sorry, I do so, and she turns into this giant beast then goes to wipe out the armed men who were after me, then I woke up!
The second was kind of annoying. I was at some house trying to get access to youtube because I found a video with the old user name of a friend of mine who I've not seen/talked to in a long time and have been trying to contact again for a while now, but every time I'll try to access the video something would fuck up causing me to have to restart the laptop, even when I tried to use my phone to do this it would fuck up and crash, and eventually I gave up.
liked the first, second can go in the trash
The second was that I was raping my ex. She was screaming and crying. I kept fucking her the whole time. I would shove my hand in her mouth to get her to be quiet. I fucked her so hard she couldn't scream anymore.
I'm not normaly violent or even a sexualy deprived person. That summer tho really fucked with my head. I would wake up crying not remembering why and covered in sweat. That shit was fucked up.
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This dream was pretty crazy and quite hard to explain.
I am in my garden and I see and feel an explosion from a neighbouring house. There's a large mushroom cloud and I feel the shock wave.
Then, my point of view morphs (I can only explain it with the analogy of someone moulding clay) so that, instead of being in a garden, I have just watched the explosion on TV. One minute I was there, the next I had actually never been there and was merely watching it on the news. Weird.
The news coverage wasn't really discussing the explosion, but was playing the 911 call from a little girl who lived in the house that exploded. She said: 'There's a foyre, uh, or is it a feer, or…' She couldn't pronounce the word 'fire' and the person taking the call couldn't understand her. The emergency service person starts to get bored while the girl is still pronouncing 'fire' weirdly., and so he starts swearing incoherently, sort of like a rap. He's saying things like 'bitch nigga fuck yo' to himself while the little girl is somehow still not getting through to him.
The news, after broadcasting the call, talks about how much of an outrage it is that a 911 responder would swear like that when a little girl was on the other end. Then the dream ended.
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>>261>'bitch nigga fuck yo'
That's good stuff
Back with another dream!
This one was kind of weird and I don't remember a whole lot of it, but it was definitely a cool dream though it wasn't necessarily a good 'happy' dream.
I don't remember how or why I was at this old house (I know there was shit happening before this) but I was breaking in, and when I was inside I sneaked into the living room where the TV was on and about 3 kids were in sleeping bags watching TV. I looked at the cable box sitting on top of the TV and saw what I was there for, a basketball with a key sticking out of it (I had recently lost my key-ring in my own house, so maybe there is a connection?). The kids didn't really care about me being there and didn't make a sound as I grabbed the key/basketball and I made my way to the back door where I heard the owner of the house come storming down from the top floor. I yelled back inside 'got your ball nigga!' and flew up and away from the backyard.
Now I am flying down this long road, and eventually I find myself flying over the road now surrounded by forest on either side. From the forest I could see houses within surrounded by the trees, kind of like some neighborhood where the trees took over but did not touch the houses. Some of them had lights on, some of them were more sinister looking but that didn't matter because I didn't fuck with the houses. I flew on some more, until I came to this train track where a train was chugging along pretty fast on, and flew up to the side of the train. From there I started to make my way along the side of it until I came to the front of the train, the control room. It was kind of futuristic for a train that still had black smoke bellowing from a miniature smokestack, but whatever. I sat down and immediately turned the train off the track but it did not stop or topple over, instead it continued as a tank going through the woods and smashing through the houses, sometimes revealing monsters/large men with masks inside that I would smash with the train as I railed through the houses.
I guess doing this was illegal, so a cop car started chasing me and actually caught up, but it posed no threat as I just turned into it and smashed it like the real evil-doers. From there something else happened (I think I finally crashed the train but I don't exactly remember at the time of writing this post) and I woke up.
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Last night I dreamed I had to go to jail for not paying taxes. The weirdest and most Freudian thing about the dream however, is that my jail cell was a concrete version of my bedroom. I'm not entirely sure where to go with this, but I just really felt the need to tell someone this.
How much of a mindfuck would that be if the state went to the lengths to make a concrete layout of your room just so you could be tortured extra in jail
Any dream I've had about jail the situation has always been lax. We were allowed to leave, cook whatever etc
At some point I entered into a building and I couldn't help think it was related to undertale for some reason, maybe it was the purple walls?. I remember leaving the basement and entering what I assumed to be the starting area/nottoriel's room? It looked well furnished with expensive furniture and it had a door with a rug infront of it in the far side of the room.
For some reason Toriel was insisting that I get the sword, but I didn't listen. I opened a door and found Isaac from BOI with his head separated from his body. I just shrugged it off as some 2deep4u lore and went on my way.
I looked outside to see a big storm infront of what looked to be a sea though I couldn't see much. Beth and Summer from rick and morty appear to be trying to escape the place, Beth was trying to teach Summer how to run on water by throwing a specifically made cloth because of the heat that was generated by the cloth or something. She seemed unsure of herself so Summer pulled out a god damn laptop and tried to find out herself, which Beth said might've been a good idea. For some reason I started making the cloth myself, I guess I was trying to escape the now prison of the now sea?
Beth urged Summer to hurry up and I jumped into the water to reach the little island infront of us. It had a palm tree and not much else. Then the police came and Summer still hadn't decided what to do, I tried to call out to her and she went into the water but instead of getting onto the island she swam under the water back and disappeared. For some reason I assumed that she actually went under the little island due to having one of the tombs from Morrowind just under the water surface. Everyone was shocked at what just happened, so I used the opportunity to escape. I ran first onto the water then threw the cloth, amazingly I was practically walking on the water. Turns out the sea was just a mere lake and I reached one of the edges of it. A guy managed to follow me so I went over a fence and into some sort of storage place, then over another fence. Over that fence was very dark compared to the rest of the prison, it has a body of water that might've actually connected to the sea. For some reason I thought of Disney when I looked over it, then Howard the Duck.
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>Come from a car race
>be teeth collector and another teeth collector takes me to his job to see his collection
>It was a factory of some sort
>In the dream I was aware it was a simulation or a video game
>be amazed at the virtual teeth and real teeth on the collection
>the teeth stick to my hand
>me and the guy leave, take a look around while we walk
>see giant pig with two heads, one over the other, when the pig seats the lower head pushes its face against the ground
>there were smaller two headed pigs with short black fur
>giant hairless rats without snout
>normal horses but they were scared of the pigs
>The guy was talking with some one else about the plot of the simulation/video game about a reveil on how all of this was horrible
>Tease black pigs with the teeth on my hand expecting them to brak and destroy machinery
Dunno what awoke me but I think it was something disgusting and strong because I awoke shaken just after a hour of falling asleep
I have never had any dreams where I've harmed anyone before. Been shot a bunch though
I used to grow up wetting the bed. I'd get shot in my dreams, feel the blood everywhere. Wake up all wet.
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That's was a nice dream.
I have to do to dream about my waifu? Even if they are not lewd dreams would be cute.
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I had a dream a few nights ago. Wasn't sure if id share it but here goes. I've posted on other boards here but surprisingly not this one even though I'm very obsessed with dreams. Anyway, here goes…
In this dream I was younger. Maybe around 14. I was entering a very large house. When you walked in the front door you looked ahead and it was just a really wide hallway and on the left and right going down were doors leading into different rooms. There was also an upper balcony on both sides that had doors too. I looked to my immediate left and saw a very narrow, carpeted stairway going up. So I decided to go up and I was surprised to see that there was a girl's room up there. It was an average sized bedroom but I got the general vibe before I even saw her in there that she was the neglected member of the family or something. It looked like she definitely spent a lot of time in that room. So anyway, we got to talking and after a while we were both laughing and just enjoying each other's company a ton. But then I remembered what I came there for. She looked a little sad but then mentioned this place she loved to go to all the time. Apparently there was an abandoned mall on this side of town with a secret upper area that had a skylight in it. She said she'd go up there, lay down and look at the stars through thr large glass ceiling. We exchanged phone numbers and I told her i could come by after I finished up at the house. Before she left she looked at me and said 8 o clock. I agreed and she left the house, speeding off on her bike.
So I went back downstairs and walked down the house a ways until I reached this large media center room. all the men in there welcomed me in. So we started working on all sorts of thIngs. Movie clips, graphics, all sorts of stuff. Computers all over. After a while, I try to make an excuse that I have to go but they put me on another assignment. And they keep pushing me onto different tasks. Sometime later i get a call on my phone. It's the girl and she sounds sad. It's 9 o clock. I feel pretty bad and instead of trying to make an excuse I just kind of leave and they dont notice.
I go out the front door of the house, get on my bike that id taken there, and—two flat tires. I'm in someone's driveway and I'm so pissed off. Then The dream ended.
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A few nights ago I dreamt I was going with two friends (one of which I don't know IRL yet) and my boyfriend to see Jontron and FilthyFrank speak in a square. After a while, however, we got bored and went for a stroll. I got lost and I ended up at a small store where a man was recording a candid camera-type show.
One of my friends shows up and takes me outside, then gives me a Pepsi. I smile and jokingly tell my boyfriend: "Looks like you have competition!" which made him angry. So he gets up, gives me a kiss and leaves.
Then my friend takes me home on a white car from the early 90s, and turns the radio too loud. But the signal was lousy so I tell him to change the station.
I don't know what to make of this.
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I had a dream that I was back in High School going to a fictional local hangout that was a skyscraper mall. This mall had a staircase that went all the way down it and people would rollerskate down the staircase somehow, top to bottom, then ride elevators back up to start over. There were a number of cliquish girls that started picking on me.
Fortunately Chris Pratt showed up in heelies and he told me not to care about what those girls making fun of me and told them that bullying was wrong. Then he and I did some sick tricks down to the bottom where he had a surprise set up for me. It was a massive drumset. Then Chris Pratt played me a 15 minute long drum solo and told me he was my friend.
8| that's when I woke up.
Dream diaries are the best way to remember your dreams.
You have to train yourself to remember your dreams. The first thing you do when you wake up is remember your dreams and then write down everything and anything you remember.
After some time what you remember will be more detailed and longer. Also you have better chance of controlling your dream, being aware inside of it.
I recorded this in my dream journal this morning:
I'm playing Minecraft, some sort of Super Nintendo version. There's two versions, one that's "modern" and one that's "original". The mdoern version has higher resolution textures (they just look like normal Minecraft) and an important bug fix. These versions of Minecraft are based on exploration - you "save" by visiting villages and you're supposed to build your base in one of them. Mario warns me every time I boot one version about its particular flaws. After dying to a glitch in classic, I go for modern. Many Equivalent Exchange items are available, and are essential to gameplay somehow. This Minecraft fuses with reality, and I end up playing with a bunch of people. I meet a group of young urban explorers headed around town every night, or at least the equivalent of night, as the world is locked into eternal darkness. While all this happens, there's a "recreation" of the time aliens came to earth and ruined everything. People are advised not to talk to the re-enactors around town, because they're acting hostile aliens, There is also the chance that they are actually the aliens. Anyway, I meet the group of urban explorers while they're out and about – there's a lot of stuff to explore after the aliens left. They seem like innocent, fun-loving college students, so I join up with them. We all go around together for a while, searching a few buildings. Then, as the night is winding down, someone suggests that they make meth inside one of the abandoned buildings. (1/2)
I don't want to do this, but everyone else is very eager to begin. The group leader admits this is a very common practice, and she won't hold it against me if I decide I don't want to join them. So I leave the group, struggle on my own for a little while, then return to the group. They welcome me back and we get to exploring again. We revisit the building we were in the night before, and someone immediately brings up meth-making to the group again. Almost everyone agrees they should do it again. I still don't want to, even though I could make plenty of money out of it. I talk about it with another group member who doesn't seem involved. I bring up the risk of detection and odor. She replies that you can just throw away the clothes and items you used, but warns against burning them. She says that they're basically toxic, and the fire puts you at risk of detection. I'm fairly sure I wasn't hanging out with these people any longer by then. As I leave the group again, I notice that two people are having sex in the house. Disgusted by the lot of them, I strike out and go it alone. I wake up after a little while of wandering.
This is a really good dream (Nice trips)
How long have you been keeping a journal?
Last night, I dreamed that I was in a hotel with a girl I used to crush on in high school. She was a cute-as-fuck good little Christian. I'm over her now, but I still remember her smile clear as day. Anyway, we seemed to be sharing a room purely by coincidence, bu we weren't romantically interested in each other. Once I met her, I started seeking her advice on Christianity. I asked her about holy water, prayers, and some other stuff. At one point some chads that neither of us liked were trying to execute some weird plan that apparently would have "swooned" her and left me with serious physical injury, so I had to put a stop to that. Despite this, she seemed amused yet annoyed by my questions, and eventually asked me to just look stuff up on the internet.
Trust me whatever sex she would have given you would not have been worth the wait.
I had a dream where I found some kind of odd hotel or building of some sort. The building was odd, since the only way to the rooms was by a round about way of traveling through various service tunnels, hallways, stairs and doors. When going through these halls, I felt like I was at risk of being caught by something dangerous, which the building had some kind of thing going on where bad stuff happened to people. The building wasn't abandoned per say, but was filled with people in rooms where they could find a room. It didn't looked too messy, and actually looked like normal rooms, aside from being in some kind of fucking tunnel that is. I remember getting to the very end of the hotel, which led me to the very top of it. It was an enclosed area, surrounded by buildings with windows that you had to enter through a door from a staircase carved from the ground. I remember one of the doors belonged to females only, and another room that was some kind of club.
I also recall the hotel being surrounded by some kind of city, with towering skyscrapers. Also had something to do with a school at some point?
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My dream started with me finding myself in a blue, lush apartment that vaguely resembled something out of the 90's. The guy who own the sizable apartment seemed to be a teenager who was bald and had a bully aesthetic to him, but he was pretty cool. I explored the place, and I recall looking through the door and saying to myself "I already know what that place has" and proceeded to climb down through his window, which led out to a grey city. I climbed down to nearly the very bottom, just above the ground floor. I went in through the window and I thought to myself that I didn't knew what this place contained. Skip to some time ahead and I realized I had "game powers", where I can save and reset where ever I want to. I used this power to sneak into a loli's room and raped her. She woke up and despite me trying to silence her, people managed to find out and I had to load a previous save to escape. The save put me in a room where I could hear people talking about someone going through a tough time. I went out, and I remember there being a title card of the Bald bro and a older girl who had two shades of orange in her hair. I recall her being naked and jumping into somekind of cloth container like a cat and how it exposed her ass and back, while calling for help due to being stuck. I appeared in that scene and proceeded to tackle her, but instead of being upset or something, she actually went along with it and seemed to enjoyed herself.
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I had a dream last night, I was in my dark kitchen, terrified, trying to find something to defend myself with from I don't remember what. I took a knife from the knife block, but it was bent like a kukri, but at an almost 90 degree angle. It frustrated me because I just wanted a straight knife, so I took another and another but they were all bent the same way.
That's really all I can remember, I know I was afraid of something at the other end of my house but I don't remember what. Pretty weird.
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This morning I had a dream in which I was David Attenborough and I was researching animal mating rituals.
I had this secret love elixir I would use on animals to find out how they mated. So I found a rare hammerhead shark in a pool and made it drink the stuff and just held onto it while sitting in a huge pool
suddenly it grew an enormous dick and started rushing for the surface, breaching again and again except entirely vertical, like a bob on a fishing line.
Suddenly the shark's eyes flash and literally start glowing like flashlights, and it makes its way over to another hammerhead shark and just starts fucking it like there's no tomorrow.
This goes on for about 3 or 4 minutes, to the point where I had time to realize I must have been dreaming such an absurd situation that just isn't stopping or slowing down.
Then I woke up and I've had shark sex in my head all day
Yeah, I get that, my dreams are kind of random and scattered too.
Welcome man, anything you want to talk about? Any reason for the depression or do you just feel generally down. Depression dreams suck cox
I'm drunk right now so sorry if anything seems stupid but I'm depressed because basically I'm a loser. I had a girlfriend for a week then I fucked it up. I thought I had a chance with another girl but it turned out that all the times we went out to dinner and shit were just as friends because he had a boyfriend who she just broke up with, and because I'm her best friend (like every girl I like) she came crying to me. I asked her if she was dating the guy and she said no, but she wasn't using me even if it sounds like it. There's more but I can't think of the right words right now. I just kind of suck at everything.
This girl was the first girl I ever held hands with and I absolutely loved it. I helped a girl up who fell while we were drinking earlier tonight but she let go after she got up, I just wanted to feel that feeling again.
As for the dream distant incest, no idea where that came from, I just knew that the girl in my dream was my cousin and she was cuddling with me. I keep saying that I just want to be alone for the rest of my life but I want what I'm too stupid to have.
Just know that you're not alone here.
But it made me wonder, if everyone eventually leaves for noisy and populated places then what to do if you can't stomach any of them. Not talking at all, i guess.
Dreams that include family are pretty common, to my recent recollection anyway, including ones that are about imbalance (e.i. you dad on the cliffside). It could mean that you're not happy with your current irl situation, or you just feel uneasy about something (something your brain does not wish to immediately tell you.)
If I ever remember a dream, half the time it's about me and my family in a dangerous situation, often losing them in the dream to some outside force changing the environment.
Dreams are an exaggeration of your life or some fear you still have, that should be obvious. What isn't obvious is how to interpret these dreams outside your unconscious. You just have to trust that whatever happened in that dream, your brain is trying to help you get through something.
Just had a good one.
I think it sort-of started out as a dream about monsters, which become one about vampires, which turned into a Berserk-like late '80s OVA about a vampire hunter. Then, I guess the first 45~ minute episode ended, and I realized it was me watching it, with something like an old BBS forum discussion about it on an old computer next to me. The tape was on VHS, and I was watching it on a tiny CRT with inbuilt VCR, smaller than a microwave. All this was inside a small cabin, I think, in the middle of nowhere.
I noticed I could be watching on the much-bigger CRT right next to it. I looked for the next episode, and it took me a while. It was in this box, the size of a shoe-box, which had both the other four tapes in it, in their neat little plastic containers, as well as lots of small boxes of stuff like cereal and little board-games based upon the OVA. I assumed it must be a famous series. Then I wondered which episode was next, and I saw that the back of the first episode had the next episode on it. So I got it out and was ready to watch, right when I woke up.
It was just interesting how detailed the dream seemed to me.
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>i had a dream where i was having sexual intercourse with a 13 year old girl
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I had a dream where I lived with a girl and we lived together as if we were married but really we were hardly boyfriends. It is a long story that includes exhibitionism and romance I could only dream it 3 times where one a beginning, development but without end I never managed to complete the dream and until today I can not stop thinking about it. Why do I dream this?
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I had a pleasant dream and I felt like sharing. Apologies for bad english.
It was some time in the future and civilization and culture got lost somehow and I'm a time traveller (I don't know why that is so or how I know)
I stayed at a farm, european style, with barn and very old houses. A huge family lives there and they took me in, which they quickly came to regret because I was useless.
They all feared their witch grandmother who turnt immortal and could shapeshift. She bothered the family by turning into a cat and touching them, transforming them into immortal cats as well. The family didn't want that however and usually hid in the basement, the place where the cat usually lives, while it's not there.
There were bunch of difficulties with the two doors in the basement, it ended with two family members and me being locked in. The two others complained and said other grandmoms don't turn their family into cats, they're just wise because they read so many books and bake. They live the people alone.
The grandma got pissed at that and transformed into a human woman, about 20ish. She said that she read books too but there's no one else around here who has too since everyone is too busy with farmwork.
I kinda interrupt their fighting with saying that I read tons too and it somehow impressed them.
Then there was some more talking, I don't remember, and I found myself not in the european style farm but in the interior of a huge shinto shrine. I was surrounded by lanterns and stacks of books. The grandma was still the young woman and wore a miko outfit and had plastic wrapped around her whole body (except for the head)
We talked about something but I don't remember, in the end she lamentated that we had to have such a physical distance. I answered saying, that at some point we will come into contact by accident and I will turn into a cat but we will quickly get used to it, it wouldn't change too much, really. In that moment I touched her cheek and the transformation happened.
That's about it. Thank you for reading
TLDR: hooked up with a miko granny and became a cat
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please don't do that again, ok?
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You don't like sexualobster?
Right on, brother.
Also, hello everyone. I'm not anybody to be recognized or anything, but for some reason I just haven't felt like posting here for the past few months. I've been lurking, just not sharing much. Thanks for keeping the site going.
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I had a dream where a giant golden starfish that slept underground for a billion years woke up and waged a war against humanity. It smelled like sulfur, and all the little legs on the bottom (see pic related) were long and agile and had suckers on them, like octopus tentacles. It was fucking creepy as shit.>>690
No problem dude. Welcome back.
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Had this one Saturday night.
Some girl and I were laying in my mothers bed, don't know where she came from or how we got there, but, we were going to do the deed. I started caressing her and then went in for a long kiss. As I was kissing her, I heard all sorts of demonic shit in the background and when I finally get up to look at her, she just smiles and turns into ashes and the whole room goes black. My dream also blacks out at this point. It seams that I usually jump from dream to dream, but I vaguely remember seeing her in in some of them as well.
Turns out that she's some sort of demon from the Underworld coming to wage war on the overworld. Then I jump to another dream. Now I'm in some sort of classroom taking shelter from the chaos with a bunch of other people. The demon girl apparently left the bloody head of a cow in the room as a symbol denoting I am not to be messed with by other demonic forces. The professor throws it outside because it's stinking up the room and shit. We begin moving the tables and chairs around to make a barrier when a strong thump comes from the ceiling. Demon girl breaks through and drops down like those super hero landings all with fist on the ground.
She sensed that the sacrifice wasn't with me anymore and asked if I was okay and held me in her arms. It was at this point were I had a much better look at her in detail. She looked older than me (21), at most 35 yo, and 6'2" judging by her towering over me. Long black hair, green eyes, and literally half naked. Sort of like the way Slan from berserk dresses, tits free.
Demon girl is getting ready to head out again to the fight, when I tell her to stay and to stop the battle. To which she says, "Don't worry, this will be my last battle, just for you. I'll be back."
She never returns.
After a while the outside world goes completely fucking silent. I walk out to check and everything is grey with ash and rubble everywhere. I think I was channeling a bit of Dresden during WWII. I eventually find her dead pale body and pick it up. Carry her away princess style and the dream ends.
God I wanna see her again, I've never felt this much emotion in a dream before.
tl;dr - Random girl almost 15 years older than me I wanted to bang but didn't bang turns out to be demon and then she dies.
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I had a really strange dream that I went to a clinic to find out if I'm sterile or not. They had me masturbate in the waiting area for some reason I was really getting off to the idea of people watching me in public like the nurses. Then a cop comes in and just shakes his head at me, telling me that I have damn problems. He said he's lucky that they told me to do this out here or I'd be in jail. He then gets a call and leaves. One of the nurses comes over and asks me if I needed any help. I said "no" then kept going. She was very persistent on helping me. She even came and then sat down next to me and touched me again asking if I needed any help. I finally agreed and she then started. I woke up right then and there with myself being extremely hard. That was definitely a first for me to have a stream in a clinic with nurses and stuff. What do you guys make out of it?
Had two dreams in one night, connected to each other and quite unrealistic.
>city, summer, daytime
>people's faces were blurred with black
>two young people, a man and a woman, were coming from the opposite direction
>their faces were not blurred the same way, but transparent
>they were looking at each other, smiling, talking
>as they were coming closer, they smiled/looked at me too
>the man had a knife in his hand
>a building(?) on my right, door halfway open
>there were spies/police officers inside
>busy with papers
>the pair blocked my path
>the man was playing with the knife, showing off
>he tried to make conversation, "hi, how are you?"
>was convinced they knew me from somewhere but I didn't know them
>tried to avoid them, kept walking
>they didn't let me
>he cut my throat using the knife
>everyone saw, no one did anything
>a woman came to visit me
>she was one of the people who I had seen in the building
>helped me find the person who had killed me in the previous dream
>found and killed the person
>back home, at night
>next to the front door, there was one of the cops
>this time in normal clothes
>shouted, "are you happy now? do you like what you've done?" and laughed
>I ran to a room on the other site of the house
>he was still standing there, hands in pockets
>I entered the room
>there was a second door on the outer wall
>I went to the door
>room became higher than the rest of the house (~10 metres)
>I opened the door
Then I woke up.
A very vivid and exciting one i had last night.
This isn't where the dream starts, but i don't remember anything before.
I get out of a church, to make it outside i have to go through this really cramped corridor that is choke full of people. I get to the exit but the military is blocking it, a pair of really tall soldiers, like three meters, won't let us pass. There is nothing i can do about it so i go back to the church, inside there are angels walking around, they look like old men in robes with white wings.
Suddenly, the church doors close, and demons start killing people with magic. They look the same as the angels except their wings are black and they have horns.
I run around trying not to get killed, and i think "well if i can't escape i might as well fight them", so i rush towards one of the old men to do a drop kick. But some strange force makes me miss.
Next thing i know i'm fighting this demon door with one big eye. It throws fire balls and shockwaves at me, i try to dodge them but some hit me, although they don't hurt, and it's going on about how i will never master the old art of chi channeling or whatever.
So i do exactly that, i focus my energy on my fingertips and throw a small fireball at it, and the door goes crazy about it.
But then i wake up in my room, i go downstairs to have breakfast until i realize that the house is actually very dark, my family is a bunch of faceless doppelgangers and this is all the demons' doing.
It turns into this really creepy nightmare where my house is messed up and the demons are psychologically fucking with me, until i realize i'm in a dream, and start practicing my lucid dream abilities.
I try to fly by jumping down the stairs. It doesn't go very well.
This doesn't last long, a bunch of demons attack me in my mother's room.
So i start fist fighting them, and i'm really angry so i beat the shit out of them relatively easily.
One of them is this super muscular anthropomorphic horse body builder, i'm so pumped, angry and horny, that i push him down my mom's bed and rape him.
This is the first time i fuck someone in a dream and it feels so good. Kinda fucked up that i'm a rapist, but it makes sense since my fantasies usually involve violent rape.
I cum a ridiculous amount in like a minute, and i start waking up again, i realize that i fucked up real bad because i just came all over my mom's bed while i was sleeping.
I manage to clean up before anyone notices and i continue with my day.
I have a meal with my family, i tell them about my dream, when i get to the part i try to fly, my sister tells me in this weird tone "you should have tried to start a storm with your mind" and this for some reason makes me notice that something is very off, and that the demons are still at their bullshit.
I know the dream continues after this but i don't remember it.
I'm happy that i got to rape a hot ripped demon and i didn't actually cum irl, but i wonder what any of it actually meant.
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I had a dream last night. I don't remember exactly what happens, but it was about David Lynch and Mark Frost talking, i assume it was about Twin Peaks and dreams.
I think they were talking through a computer, and many other people were listening all over the world.
It was something seemingly completely unrelated to the series, but it was very very important, so i was writting it down as quick as i could.
It probably was intense, since it made me wake up.
While i was in the middleground between sleep and being fully awake, i was still anxious about coming back to the dream and writting what Lynch and Frost were saying. I eventually realized what they were saying was nonsense and it was just a dream. However, when i was falling asleep i became deeply worried, i believed the dream was true again. Then i became fully awake once more and stopped beliving, before believing again as i finally fell asleep.
Something funny also happened while i was awake, an image manifested in my mind. I hadn't even thought about pic related in months nor thinking anything remotely related at the time, it appeared in my mind just like that. While the image itself doesnt really scare me, it really creeped me out how it showed up out of nowhere in my head.
Anyway, i don't remember the dream i had when i slept again, but i woke up again for some reason at about 5 AM.
Just a strange night overall. Probably related to staying up late studying?
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I had a dream about new's Wine version being called Akira instead of 4.21, they actually scraped the numeric naming and instead they used a bunch of 'red things' as names for the different version, the only one I remember is Akira for the development version.
I had a long dream last night, but this is the only scene that i remember. I had forgotten this part too, until earlier today when i read the word flammable, which triggered my memory.
It took place in a cloudy evening, there were these two little girls playing on a rock. I don't remember their faces, but i think their skins were dark. I live in the third world, so i suspect i met or at least seen them at some point of my life, i didn't get the feeling that they were strangers.
We were on a grassless field, with dark brown dirt and trees on the background. I think it was the backyard of the girls' house. I'm not sure where this was, but it's a common landscape in my town.
One of the girls somehow got alcohol all over her body, i don't remember exactly what it was that started it, a fire started on her.
I thought her whole body was going to be covered in flames and that she was done for.
She fell on the rock, but for some reason, the flame was small, only covering her arms and part of her chest.
The fire did not harm her, in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. By the time the weak flame died she was smiling and giggling.
Seemingly this was a pleasurable experience, so she ignited herself once more. However, this time it completely covered her.
She laid on the rock as the flames consumed her body and the other girl sadly watched, to the point her skull and bones were visible.
Strangely enough she was never in any pain, while her skin melted she appared to be calmly asleep, maybe she died the moment her body caught on fire.
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I seem have had a dream that was really profound. I'm not sure what it means, but someone I look up to gave me an envelope and told me that I would be able to open it and read it again in another dream when I was ready. I was also given a small note that had some sort of hint on it, but I can't remember it off the top of my head. I'm not sure if it was something about motivation, or patience. I can't really remember.
Would this be my subconscious communicating with me via REM sleep? I'll post more dreams as they come.
this is really cool. definitely update if you have a continuation.
Within dreams I will sometimes have the specific thought that some space in the dreamscape (usually a cavern, warehouse-type space) "is my unconscious". I will feel afraid to look or go in the space, but when I do it's either pretty mundane or very beautiful/glowing place.
I hope you get a message you need.
Hey, i have an interesting update on this dream.
I was talking about this to some classmates, when they mentioned the case of a girl who caught on fire and later died a few years ago. I had completely forgotten about it, they only remembered it because at the time they were going to the same school as that girl.
So i looked up the details; the girl was in a sleepover and was trying to immitate an internet challenge, she put alcohol on her hands, but the fire unexpectedly expanded through her arm to her whole body. She died a few days later in the hospital.
In other words, she was doing it for fun thinking it would be a small harmless flame, but it was actually overwhelming and lethal. I'd say it's quite similar to my dream.
If it was just this, it'd a weird coincidence but nothing noteworthy, but they also told me the girl had an older sister, and that sister is in the same college class we are.
At least to me, it's a bit too much of a coincidence that the year i start regularly being in the same room as her i have such an specific dream.
Her skin is brown, so i suspect she is the other girl who was watching.
I'm very intrigued by this, but i don't know what should i do about it.
I had this dream a while ago, but it's one of the few that I remember. I apologize if this dream is not interesting or if I present it in a poor manner.
I was in a black space filled with geometric figures such as cones, spheres, cubes, etc., and they were all different pastel colors, mostly pink, light blue, and light green. I saw a small, floating garden a few meters ahead of me and I floated towards it. The grass was soft and lush, speckled with yellow and white wildflowers. A short, white picket fence, showing signs of infestation or rot, stood at the edges of the garden, except for the section closest to me, which was where I landed. There were little butterflies and bumble bees buzzing around, with white, dashed lines following them and disappearing, as if the insects were from a cartoon. A woman, slightly tall and skinny, with pale, ghost-like skin and straight, black hair that reached the middle of her back, dressed in a lacy, white nightgown, stood away from me in the middle of the garden. As I approached her, she started to turn her head to look at me, but before I could see her face, I woke up.
That's my dream. Please tell me what you think of it. I hope you sleep well.
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Really, one of the only dreams I can remember at this point happened at the onset of my schizophrenia. I don't remember it in great depth.
At the time I was sleeping with 2 pillows underneath my head, which was a lot of support. When I started dreaming I was in utter darkness and I could't move at all (like I was strapped down to a hospital bed). Dark and distorted versions of everyone I knew surrounded me and an unfamiliar yet familiar voice from an unknown origin said that they all knew what I really was (I was and still do hold almost all of my life secret from others) and that they would give me the right punishment. They all stood where they were, ridiculing me harshly. At the end of it, I was able to speak, but I couldn't actually make any words. They understood me, though and they all rejected my cries for help and then forbid me from living a normal, productive life. As I woke up, this whole scene began to crumble around and the people disappeared. I woke up about 30 minutes before school. I haven't been able to remember a single dream from the moment I've woken up since even though I know I've had nightmares and stuff. This is really the only dream that I can remember now.
I don't really know where else to post this, but I have this reoccuring dream(?) that has been nagging me for a while now. The backstory is, I went to visit my extended family in the countryside of a foreign country when I was 13 or so. It wasn't very developed, and our house had a singular dirt road running in front of it, with a wide chasm that the villagers would throw their trash into. I know this for a fact. One afternoon, I was chilling in the shade after killing flies for fun on the side of the outhouse. A puppy wanders in.
Now here's where things get a little fuzzy. I know I played with the puppy with my sister, until my mother came and told us to get it out of there. It was a stray, and she was concerned about fleas and such, as we weren't used to the sanitation of the countryside(I had already gotten sick once).
So we try to coax it out from under the borrowed cop car that was our ride, and we do so. I and my sister make the trek into town, and we're about half a mile where we decide it's suitably far away from our house to leave it be. But it doesn't stay, and continues to follow us when we start going back.
Obviously, I can't bring it back in. This is where it gets very confusing for me. I have one memory of running down the streets of the town, probably trying to leave it behind, while the other, much more vivid one, is that of the puppy suspended in the air as I toss it into the gully. I don't remember which one is real, and frankly I don't really want to know. I choose to believe the second one is my imagination.
Lately I've been meaning to rewatch Lain and I definitely will after last night's dream. Lain appeared only in name. The person in my dream carried the same name, but the looks were more mixed with Madotsuki.
I dreamt that I was in a relationship with this girl called Lain, she was an engineer and computer scientist. The world was getting worse, ending soon, and Lain was tasked with a certain mission: Move to an outer space station where she will be connected to a computer whose main purpose is to stimulate a Matrix like illusion to all of humanity whose further existence is only in pods of cyrosleep. A self imposed Simulacrum because the real thing has been lost.
Lain herself will be part of the simulation but less like a normal person and rather like an administrator or God. A system administrator of the universe.
The people who tasked her, some mission control somethinig, came to fight with her often, I learnt as much from letters we wrote eachother (I don't know how paper letters can travel to outer space). Earth was doing worse and worse but Lain gave me instructions on how to escape. I beamed up inside one of the pods and connected with the simulation that depicted a normal life. Lain came clean that by the time I had arrived, earth had gone and she refused anyone else to dock besides me. Partly because she was frustrated and scared of the rest of humanity but also because she cannot guarantee an adequate simulation for an unlimited amount of time to over seven billion people, only for two.
The rest of the dream was me walking around, watching robotlike humanoids while listening to Lain in my head. She told me she has access to my mind as well and if I wish, she can rewrite parts of it, finetune it or the like. I asked her if she can adjust my head so I'll write down the dream in my dream diary and not lazily stay in bed. She said yes and I immediately woke up and wrote it down.
I don't know how I learnt some parts of this dream or what's going on. I don't remember reading a letter but I remember having letters from her and knowing that I've read them.
Crossposting from PostOffice.
I had a dream that was kind of a hybrid between Eve Online (which I've been binge playing for the last 3 weeks, space MMO) and Star Citizen (which I have never played, supposed to be a space MMO). We flew through space doing my usual space-job that I actually do in game, but we docked up on some sort of study/science-station. It was a station that had breathable air, and natural looking earth formations, trees, etc.
So (my guildmates in-game but co-workers in-dream) exit the transport ship that I usually fly, don't see anybody when we get out, and we enter an office looking building.
We enter the building, but all of the walls are definitely not where one would expect them to be, and they all had a space that you could see under where a wall and a floor would meet (kind of like a bathroom stall). So these walls are just randomly placed pretty much everywhere, with only a few of them making actual rooms. We make it through the building without seeing anybody or anything, into a warehouse area with garage doors leading outside.
We get outside, and a large and aggressive robot bear sees us and starts running towards us. We somehow realize that the pathfinding on it is a little weird (algorithm used for AI entities to reach a potentially moving destination) so I had one of my friends get to the other side of a cliff while it's chasing me, then do something to make it chase him instead. It works, and the robot bear falls down into the chasm between the two cliffs. We walk back to the ship, congratulate each other on a successful mission (despite not bringing anything back) and then I wake up.
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I found myself on the outside of my grandparents house. I went in through the frontgate and right by the adjacent gate leading to the small fenced frontyard, stood an employee from the house, dressed in a faded, blueish overall garment and a nurse (or I assumed to be a nurse) whispering something to each other with smurks on their faces.They had locked my grandmother in the frontyard on the outside. She stood there in a wheelchair, shaking visibly, looking much older and wrinkled than I remember. Her eyes were hidden under a low brow, her face locked by old age. I must have had an enquiring expression because the employee and the nurse at once began explaining to me that's what they did when she misbehaved, and they told me in a cheering way, as if I would also approve of such course of action. It felt like it was impossible to them to feel guilty or to have any conception of what they were doing to be wrong, or that anyone would feel upset by this solution. It was a couple of cruel kids. They had the bearing of low, uneducated people and the smurks never went out of their faces as they told me those things.
They opened the gate or I opened myself, and as I approach my grandmother I realize she pissed herself and that's why they locked her on the outside. She's babbling something about having being abandoned and I'm wondering why nobody brought me to see her in such a long time. I come yet closer and she turns around to face me with an overly surprised complexion, as if it's the first time she opens her eyes in several years. I can clearly see her that moment, her appearance is back to what I remember, and her eyes has some light in them still. As she looks at me, she says my name. Her voice is exactly how I remember and I think I haven't forgot her voice after all. I bend over and hug her, taking her out of the chair. I'm not sure if she's crying while I hold her in silence. I can feel her weight on my arms. She almost falls a couple of times but I manage to avoid it. She complains she couldn't hold it and ended up pissing her nightgown.
We bring her inside and the path naturally seems to follow straight to the kitchen and that's were we end up. I think "So that's where she is". The table is missing but the fridge still there, a beige, old one, rusted at the base. Someone comes in and is trying to feed grandmother, but can't. I say to forget about the pills as if I know what I'm talking about. The person's head seems to whip into the entrance and says in between a smile it's better that way, without pills, as my grandmother hates them and it doesn't seem to do anything anyway.
Another person I've never seen before comes down from upstairs into the kitchen and starts to give orders. I assume it must be some caretaker I don't know, a young woman, maybe in her late 20s early 30s. She has her arms crossed and points her chin towards the ceiling. She's visibly upset with my visit here and want to shows her dominance. I dislike her attitude a great deal and tell her that nobody is going to do anything and she should calm down. Now, this woman's demeanor and self-assurance changes from light to dark, like she has been covered by rushing dark clouds. She attempts no further coercion, starts crying and rushes back upstairs again, calling me names and screaming all sorts of profanities. I tell her from the kitchen she should calm down a second time, but I can hear she's still cursing me a good deal from a distance. I look towards the sink and realize there's a some dishes do be done and I figure since I'll be here for a while I might as well help with cleaning.
I grab a blue cup and start to wash it. My conscience seems to transverse one thickest fog to bring reason to these events, and I begin to realize my grandmother is dead for many years now and therefore this could not be actually happening. This realization doesn't come as one would expect. It takes a much longer time than you would take to realize such things, normally, one expect it should be instantly. I look towards the fridge and see my grandmother has turned, or so I assume, into a beige dog, and she's trying, and failing, to jump on top of the fridge where her bed is. I realize this is the Great chain of being and reincarnation. She tries a couple of times and falls on her side, to which I comment the bed shouldn't be so high up and she shouldn't be trying such things. I don't know who I'm talking to, I don't know who is listening. Eventually she manages to jump high enough and lies on her tiny bed. This distracts me from the fact she's dead and I return very naturally to the task of doing the dishes.
Slowly, I start to wonder if this is a dream, as it isn't obvious at first what could it be. This is very hard to assume and figure out, as everything feels convincing. In order to help me decide if I'm in a dream or not, I look at the cup I have in my hands to check how good I can see it. I can see the dark botton of this blue cup perfectly, like the bottom of a dark well, and I begin to think I'll just have to keep on living here after all. I realize this is indeed, a dream, and the events that occured are not of regular stuff. I start to wonder if I'll be stuck here from now on, and I'll have to start living in this dream, as there's no way out. There's no way out now, I think. I remember how the ancients say the dead use dreams to visit the living. I remember the connection in many stories. Yes, no way out, I think again, I realize this with no fear, doubt or anything one could expect from someone who just fell by accident in a parallel reality with no exists. It doesn't feel like I've been tossed into a cell, it feels I crossed the street and it doesn't really matter. I think "dreams are one road to the land of the dead." I wake up.
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I stopped talking to my only friend about a year ago. There was no fight or anything of the sort, we just stopped communicating, the friendship simply faded away. Although he sometimes shows up in dreams.
I don't remember a lot about this one, but it stood out to me because I recall the emotions quite vividly.
There was some sort of special situation that led me to making the impulse decision of going to his house and become friends again. Upon getting there he was at his door. I think he greeted me and I greeted him, he was kind as always, he was okay with being friends with me again.
But the moment I saw him I knew I committed a great mistake and that there was no going back. The rest of the dream was filled with an Immense feeling of shame and regret. We played videogames and chatted as usual, but there was an unbearable awkwardness in the air. I always suspected that he was only my friend out of pity, that he despised me but was too nice to truly speak his mind, that he didn't really like me but kept agreeing to hang out because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. That awful suspicion was stronger than ever in this dream. The embarrassment and regret came from that I think, from coming back to someone who didn't really care about me, when it would be better for both if we never saw each other again. But a part of me still clings to that one-sided friendship, which just makes me feel pathetic.
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>>848>makes me feel pathetic
Or you could look at it as you've gotten on more or less surviving for a year without
that friendship. I know the feeling though, anon. I really do. Twice in my life now, have I stopped and realized that I was always running to everyone else to hang out, offering to pick up food, offering to cover for this or that or whatever, and so as a test, simply stopped reaching out. And it's been crickets in response every time. It does make me very sad when I choose to think about it that way, but I've realized that it's only sad when I think about the situation as if I was looking at somebody else
going through it - but I'm not in that position, I'm living between my ears. So I have more than a lifetime's worth of work to do in here, and without any kind of evidence to present, I think that this sort of realization is what drives people to both monasteries where people dedicate decades
- the rest of their lives
- to exploring inner mysteries, and to the frontiers of the old world, where we were never alone, because we were closer to the Earth itself. We do unnatural things and then wonder why we don't feel right…I think the techno-isolation has a lot to do with it. Just rambling though. I say congratulations on handling your own self - good and bad - for a year without other people having to tell you how to act, or dress, or whatever else always comes with peer pressure. I remember the feeling of the moment when I realized that living in fear was like a prison for me, but that if I decided I would run the prison instead, then it would instantly become a fortress. All again to say that there is strength in weakness.
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It's been a while since I've been able to remember so much of a dream.
It took place in my old school.
For some reason, I was my child self, while my classmates were from high school.
I suffered from bullying during my school years, so I always had this fantasy of finally beating my bullies up. Of course, it never happened.
In this dream, I did precisely that. I beat two of them up, quite violently, with my kid body. Surprisingly it didn't feel good at all.
Afterward, it was like I just committed a heinous crime. Suddenly the school was empty, I figure they had evacuated as if I was a school shooter.
I was left to wander the lonely building. I had a lot of regrets, not because I felt guilty for punching those teens, but because, apparently, this crime would ruin my life. It was an impulsive decision made upon a burst of anger that would cost me my future.
After a lot of thinking about the horrid, life long consequences of my actions, I came to a sort of depressed, melancholic acceptance of what my life would be from now on like I'm just waiting to die without anything I can do about it.
Relaxed I walked the hallways, expecting the cops to arrive any second and arrest me. For whatever reason they were taking forever to show up, making the wait excruciating. At some point, I came across a girl of my age that was left (about 8 years old) and became friends with her. After exploring the silent building for a while, we discovered a sort of tunnel that led to an underground cave that was connected to the outside. There was a functioning plane there, we only had to press a rock button in front of it to get it to work. Thanks to this turn of events, I could escape my fate and live somewhere far away. So we flew off to an unknown destination, as the plane was piloted automatically.
We landed inside a cave in another island. Apparently, to get to our real destination we had to find a similar stone button that would reactivate the plane. The place was very dark but I brought a flashlight with me. However, our exploration of the cave was cut short by the attack of a tribe of monkeys who lived there. The girl was actually quite good at fighting them off.
Unfortunately, I woke up in the middle of the fight so the story has no conclusion. I was glad it was all a dream. Maybe imy mind tried to tell me doing things driven by rage only ends up hurting myself?
>>850>what your dream is telling you
And that perhaps you can seemingly get away from the consequences from your actions, but that even if you find a nice girl and become friends, things seem good, like you fully "got away with what you did", etc. something will come back to balance your karma out.
Whether it's monkeys or Noah's proverbial flood, and then with the dream ending where it did, it seems to say that beyond that karmic come-back, who knows what the outcome will be? Will your gf keep fighting back/paying for your misdeed? Will she succeed or fail? Be destroyed by it? Will it destroy you? Who can say. But the meaning of the entire dream is pretty clear to me.
I had a dream last night where I lost my virginity.
It wasn't a wet dream tho, it didn't feel like it. I was doing it with a cute chubby guy, sweet and a bit childish. Weird because he didn't have the kind of body I'm attracted to. He wasn't anyone I know IRL either, merely a fabrication of my psyche.
For some reason, we were in my parents' bedroom.
It was a very joyous experience, we were both on deep love. We cuddled and made out, then started to fuck. He came first. However, before I could finish, my father walked into the room and interrupted us, forcing me to come out of the closet.
He didn't seem angry, just very serious and concerned.
"So do you only like guys?" He asked.
I lied to him saying that I like girls too. He left to let us finish.
But my partner also left for a reason I do not remember, so I was left alone trying to fall asleep.
Strangely enough I was not worried about my father finding out about my gayness. In fact, I did not care at all, it was more annoying than anything having been interrupted.
What I was concerned about was the question "did I -really- lose my virginity if I didn't cum? If not, will I ever get another chance?"
I think I dreamed this because I'm lonely and horny, but I don't know what to make of the forcibly coming out and not giving a shit part.
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I woke up just now.I'll try to post all that I remember
As a starting note,in order to remember a dream I put a nickmame on it as soon as I wake up,I'll write them here because im forgetting even the nicknames already
>girl among narcos
>types of dangerous games with mom
>girl among narcos
In this dream I wake up in a van with a lot of people sitting around me,most of them look mexican.I reason that I've been kidnapped,but that these mexican guys saved me from the kidnappers.
I start thanking them and asking where I am.They imply they're in the USA(im south american)and say that they're "far from texas".
After this,they tell me that they will actually go through the hassle of going to my homecountry just so I can go back home.
Timeskip and Im already nearing my home.I ask them If I can leave now,because im very close to it,but they refuse.Instead,they go near my old high school and bring guns with them.So we're there at night,they start asking for the school director until he comes and they shoot him for some reason.
After this,a speech plays out about how in a community,it takes one or two bad people to ruin the whole thing.
After this another time skip happens.
Im shown participating in an assassination.
The mexican guys shoot someone and I reveal that I too have a gun,and that I no longer care about going back home.I start looking at my surroundings,waiting for my "target" to come.
I dont know why but since they were mexicans and had guns,and they killed people for reasons that I didnt get,I sort of figured they were narcos.In this dream I was a girl,It was very fun being one.
As simple as it sounds,Im on a train that consist of a very long plain.There's a lot of people on it,it doesnt even have anything to sit on save for itself,but its very comfortable.Everyone is sitting like its a park,and in the dream im with someone that I love.Its not a person that exists IRL,but in the dream,I know that I love this person.Im sitting while they're laying looking at the sky and im caressing them.
>types of dangerous games with mom
A narrator voice starts talking about illegal,"dangerous" games like the russian roulete.My mom asks questions at times and I'm oddly uncomfortable.
Come to think about it,these dreams were very boring.Also im not racist,but I admit that me-in-the-dream sort of was.I guess that's part of the fun of dreaming,shit has no limits.
>hey arnold saga
>shrek wants to eat a baby
I start dreaming of how the relationship between Gerald and Arnold form Hey Arnold changed as they grew up.In this dream,they are depicted as no longer being as friends as before becase of a massive change of interests .
After this,I appear inside a dream being chased by zombies along with a small team.I see a guy of the team killing some teammates on purpose and then I see some teammates being eaten by zombies.One zombie grabs me,and a montage of me shooting myself in the head with several guns and begging for my teammates to shoot me again after I die plays.
After this,I appear in a wheelchair,I'm running away from zombies again.Arnold appears again and talks to me ,I try to tell him that I'd rather "go back" . I was going to say something about being a kid again but he stops me,both of us turn into kids and reach the floor(I didnt mention that when I started talking to him,we started falling off a cliff).We land peacefully and turn into kids,zombies disappear.
I start running in a big green field that is next to some buildings and I find some giant broccolis,and I think "why doesnt anyone eat these?"
Shrek is shown with a row of gigantic fangs monologuing to a baby.He talks about how he will eat him,but right before doing it,he regrets it and cries.After this,he sits on a big chair and relaxes,and then complains about something.
In this dream im a girl,I'm like 12 and I'm blonde.It's night time and I'm crying right next to my mom and dad,who just laugh at me.As I cry,Jesus comes and I tell him of how I don't like this and how this makes me suffer.He just stares at me and I tell him "I did use to do this to my brother,so I'm sort of a hypocrate"
He says something to me,I don't remember what,but makes me feel better briefly.
Then I mention that I eventually ran away from home and he just says something along the lines of "you did?"
Also in that dream I exist in a state of both being there and being remembering it,so I fluctuate between being vivid in the "memory"(It's implied that I'm older now and merely remembering these events)and being self aware of being in a memory.Jesus seems to be there for real,so It's a weird state.What I mean is that It's like he's revisiting the memory with me,he wasn't in it before.
There were more but I forgot
Had a feeling I was nearby some park that I used to go to as a kid. Looked over, saw a bunch of people. I thought that someone was there, and lo and behold, that someone would turn their head and there they were. All friends that I used to know or know. This happened more than (what felt like) eight times in a row. The was taking place in a narrow piece of grass crisscrossed with cement paths and picnic tables, while also some cobblestones with grass growing out of it.
This cobblestone/stone block pathing stretched to the other side of the street, where there was a fence that separated a slope that abruptly dropped off into what looked like one of those concrete washes, the ditches that carry water to the sea after it rains, but I couldn't see the bottom, whether that was because of the angle or it was bottomless I couldn't tell. Either way, I got the impression that it was very deep. The stone bricks made a slope down into it, but stopped and there was still a gap and a drop-off, or a ledge.
I threw some blue marbles into it, and watched them roll off the edge of the slope. Without any sensation or noise, the marbles instantaneously appeared back onto the stone bricks where I was standing.
I don't know what was bringing them up, but I had a very strong sense it was some sort of insect or bug life. I think I heard chittering coming from the pit.
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I dreamed I was in a magic school, but Jason Ritter was an evil warlock trying to steal everyones powers.
A few days latter I had a dream were I was in the apocalypse, but instead of doing cool stuff I was just prowling from CVS to CVS hoping they had any spare insulin.
I dreamt of eating cream cheese on a bagel tonight. Probably one of my most tame dreams, seeing as my other dreams are either me getting berated or dying. I always end up falling from great heights. It's horrible. I don't even wake up immediately. I fall from a great height, while falling, I think about my fate, and then hit the ground, everything goes black, and I fall asleep, dead.
Before this dream, I was in an elevator and some idiot decided to jump in and out of the elevator. When it closed, the elevator fell with me and other people in it. I was thinking, "please don't break my legs" constantly, and when I fell, I blacked out or died or something. I think by that time, everyone else disappeared, so I was just by myself. It was kind of isolating, but I usually end up alone no matter what.
I think I haven't had a good dream that I can remember in a while.
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.
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 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.
If I transition and I go through with it, will I get obsessed with passing or something like some trans people do and never be happy? Or will I find what I'm looking for and be able to build on other aspects of my life?
Lately I've been using drugs to try and avoid my problems. It was something to do during quarantine to make the time pass but I'm not happy with the type of person I've become as a result. I'm lazy, selfish, and angry a lot of the time. I try to get everything else that I need to do out of the way as quickly as possible so I can get high. I spend a lot of money on drugs even though I'm trying to save up for transition-related expenses. Maybe the dream is more general than that, and the village is some nebulous idea of my goals in life and the monsters that keep sending me back to the spawn are the drugs and my constant relapsing. Maybe it's both at the same time?
The cop makes me think it's the drugs. I did actually get caught by a cop with weed once, and I got a court summons where I got a warning but no actual punishment or record. It was up to the judge's discretion, so the coin toss was completely out of my control but turned out in my favor.
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Try not to hate me, though most people do regardless.
I have a lot of dreams where I transform into an animal, demon, or have animal bits grafted onto my body. I feel powerful/happy/satisfied post-transformation in these dreams, but then I wake up and I feel disappointed that it wasn't real, and feel shame that I felt happy in the dream (and/or woke up with a boner). One dream in particular had me wake up in a butchery, a machine started to saw off my lower body and I woke up, I got out of bed but my legs felt strange so I went to the bathroom and was overjoyed to see that I had legs like that of a pig (pic related), I woke up again and was crushed to discover that I still had normal human legs since that dream felt very real to me.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I haven't told a soul about these feelings because I'm afraid that people will hate me more. What should I do about these feelings? Does anyone else have them?
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I dreamt that I was in a dining hall. There was a lot of people preparing food and decorations inside it. When I walked in and saw who they were, it turns out they were my friends. Old friends and some new friends I've made. I was so happy to see them doing well. Some of them reacted to me very happily, others not so much. Deep down, I do miss them and I miss all the fun times I've had with them. At the same time, I felt like I was not wanted in this party at all. It felt like they were preparing for someone else. Or rather it was for themselves. I wasn't very sure in that moment. So I said my farewells to everyone and left the hall. When I was outside of the dining hall, a flood came and swept the entire building away. When I tried to go and find the building itself, all there was left was debris, blood, and stacks of broken furniture and spoiled food. I was very shocked. When I realized what was happening, I ended up walking away from it. All of it. I woke up and started writing it down on a word doc. It was so vivid and real to me. It was so heart-breaking.
I don't know if I had made the right choice cutting myself off from fake friends and social media. I was very unhappy at the time. When I did so, I was so relieved that I could live a new life. But with the lockdowns, I'm not so sure anymore. At times I wish I hadn't deleted everything. Deep down, I still miss them.
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I dreamt I was listening to music but it doesn't exist irl. I also forgot most of it.
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I dream very often about zombies and the undead. The dreams aren't nightmares and I genuinely enjoy them when I do have them. Theres this weird comfort of a.) having an identifiable threat and b.) being safe while everything collapses around me.
I distinctly remember seeing woody harrelson looking for a twinkie in the way that he would in zombieland, and I helped him look for a little bit, but not too long because I had to worry about my own survival.
I ended up holing up in a random apartment come nightfall with my (late irl) mother and my brother. A zombie had gotten in while we were beginning to make the place habitable and I had stabbed it in the temple with a knife. Usually in my dreams blood is muted or just not thought about, but the zombie fell out of sight, but I could see splashes of this vibrant, luminous red blood on the floor.
We closed up the apartment building, and me and my family talked for a while. My brother was really emotional about the apocalypse but I was unaffected. I found a wooden table, and I began to scratch in the words "we survived outbreak day: 8/20/21" but I woke up as soon I started on the second word.
My alarm is Bizarre Love Triangle from New Order, and its a favorite song of mine that often punctuated/soundtracked my dream