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No. 87

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


OP again

last night I had a dream where I was walking through a department store kind of like walmart, where nothing but different mechanical keyboards were being sold. I became increasingly annoyed because none of them were the old IBM Model M's, and that is what I wanted. The ones that looked them upon first glance always turned out to be cheap chinese knock-offs. I played with a couple thinking maybe I should just settle with another, then woke up.


Had a shorter dream last night.

Involved this weird industrial culinary academy or something though I don't think I was there to learn how to cook, maybe I worked there I dunno. I was walking around outside smoking when I see an asian friend of mine from high school waving at me from his dorm room window, which happened to be right by the kitchen/cafeteria. I went inside to find his dorm, and woke up!


I like this thread. I have a bunch of dreams on my phone and my computer but I worry that they'll be difficult to understand because I write them down as soon as I wake up, making them kind of dreamy (lol) but not in a good way.


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>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


No dreams that I can remember from last night, hopefully I will have more luck tomorrow morning!


I recently saw that straight outta compton movie

i had a dream that i was in nwa and hung out and performed with them.

it was really cool, it was super long.

i had the perception of being really tall, like 8 feet tall. No one seemed to notice though


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.


well, I know I dreamed and I even remembered it this morning, but I had to get up immediately and go eat then go to class because of how late I woke up, and now I don't remember a single detail!


Couldn't remember what I dreamed during the night, but after the morning classes today I had a real bad fever and decided to take a nap, and what a nap it was! The dream was very VERY vivid, and was also very long for the short amount of time I was asleep (only about an hour).


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!


As a side note I went back to sleep and had a dream which was just as long but I don't remember any of it save for a scene where I was crawling through this park at night hunting for these big lizards, staying still so that they would come out from underneath the trees.


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.


> became a friend by high school
uh, you don't get to bring friends


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.


Do you feel in charge?


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


>and woke up with an erection.
Was getting hard part of your plan?


Last night was weird, it was because my dream was the same premise as the night before. I was working at some general concessions stand at a major league baseball game with my friend. We were the only two people working. My friend had to serve the food and I had to ward off enemy fans who were trying to destroy the stand. The females of the bunch kept trying to rip my balls off. The entire stadium was decorated in AppleBee's sponsorship. I don't know what it means, I don't follow baseball at all.


Last summer was one of the most stressful of my life so far. I would frequently have really fucked up dreams. Here are the two I remember the most.

I was in a living room I'd never seen before. It was like some old grandma house. I looked down and was holding a baby by its throat. I didn't let go… I just kept squeezing and squeezing. I felt the spine snap from the force and is head went farther to the side than it should have… it instantly became lifeless and heavy. I felt like I had to get rid of it but couldn't let go. The more and more I tried the worse I felt. I was a monster. And I knew it.


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.


Had a weird one last night! Dreamed that I was visiting someone abroad and that their room and family was all fucked up, they were living in this house-sized apartment in the middle of this very industrialized city, either way my friend's room was super messy, not super dirty mind you then again I didn't look to hard to see if it was I just saw that there was shit everywhere. His family were giga-dicks, kept fucking down talking me and making me more and more pissed off to be there. I eventually decided that enough was enough and left to a hotel with the plan to stay there instead of my friend's dirty house.


I dreamed some girl was being punished by like her mom made her stand out side her door holding her slut panties up for everyone to see

there was a bunch of other weird shit. i wish i remembered it more, some maze of rooms i had to go through too.

my girlfriend bought some kind of bimbo makeup too then we sat in the car and ate ribs at the gas station car park.


Post some examples and link that sauce.


Last night I had a dream where my redneck friend across the street got absolutely shitfaced drunk and tried to break into my house and kill me with a rusty butter knife.
So that was a thing.


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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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>'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.


Another one though I forget most save for some key points: I had this USB stick the government gave me to keep safe which contained a super advanced AI that existed in this matrix or nanobots that looked like a 'grey-goo' kept in one end of the USB stick. I remember bringing it home and using it on the computer, and being able to communicate with it through IRC. I recall me and the AI got along very well and we basically became friends, save for when it started to rain outside and somehow I managed to drain the AI into a puddle which streamed into a storm drain…

I must have woke up and fell back to sleep because I had another dream that was very similar but had to do with losing a pet squirrel (though I've never had a pet squirrel) because I don't know I just had to take it somewhere and let it go. Didn't wake up sad about that though I felt worse in the dream about losing the AI.


I just dreamed about going on a school trip with teachers when we all ran into a group of jewel thieves/smugglers and somehow ruined their plan. So they kidnapped us and were forcing us to help them finish the job while we wanted to escape. They weren't my old teachers but instead my coworkers.


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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


I'm going to have to start recording my dreams at details. I have a question is anyone ever the opposite gender in dreams? I have dreams where I'm nonchalanty a girl and I don't even realize until I wake up.


I think I had a dream where I remember alot more than usual.
I was traveling with the Creatures in some sort of deserted local store area in a desert that had a large playground usually found in fastfood restaurants. One of them, I think kootra, meantioned how they should make it larger through charity. The next part I remember was me looking at the playground on it's side and mentioning that someone that we're looking for could be in there. A big nigger bitch slapped me for suggesting that even though I could clearly see some kids within the play ground, I even saw my little brother at the bottom of it with shoes still on his feet. For some reason I decided I should enter with shoes too.
Next part may have included the park on the edge, there was a big net and a big trampoline with people playing on them. I tried to move the trampoline but I managed to push it alot more then I was meaning to. The people were pissed (I think one of them were a girl?) and I pushed it back, but I overshot again and pushed it under the park (which was on a raised platform. They got pissed again so I pushed it back where people didn't complained about it anymore. 1/?


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.


3/3 The guy was hot on my trail, so I went over the wall and into the dark landscape. I went along the wall while the dude was hot on my trail and gained a few allies. I thought about acting like a dead guy out here, but then they found an actual dead body and didn't acted surprised. I still continued until a reached an end. I went over the wall again to see a car with a rather rich lady inside of it and a party of men. I went through the men to find yet another dead end. The guys who were looking for me were hot on my trail, so I went into the car.
The car wasn't that spacious, though elegantly designed. The lady reconized me as her dead husband and urged me to spend some time with her. I said I couldn't but I would be able to do so later and asked her if she can take care of the guys who are looking for me. She accepted my request and sent out her own guards to stop the guys.
I went back to the storage island since that was the path to freedom and saw a guy pulling on a girl who was being dragged away by a guard near the little island. Another guard saw me and tried to explain how to escape the prison with hand signals. I looked at the barbed fence to freedom and back to him. He replied with a simple "go through it" handgester and shrugged his shoulders. I did and only managed to get my shirt caught and a thread in my teeth, the thread I had to break in order to continue.
There was another barbed fence that had a large gap in it and one of the guys I used to go to school with who I assumed was also in this jail too on the other side of it, which seemed to be a normal street. I went through the fence and met up with him. We entered an overgrown building and I asked him a question regarding the escapes we did.
And thats when I woke up, one of the few times I actually remembered the dream in decent detail.


Everything is a dream dumbass


Except the containment pods, those are real


Had a dream I was a construction worker, but in this world construction workers fought with other construction companies to tear down their work to be the best construction company. Also my brother was there and I fought with him.


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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


>teeth collector


Exactly what it says, in the dream I collected teeth and I remember holding the other guy's collection in my hand. it was a fistfull of teeth, like the tooth fairy's nightly round of collecting teeth.


I have dreams where my teeth fall out a lot


Dreamed my mom came into my room to wake me up. She hadn't really. Kind of a boring dream.


That used to happen to me a lot. Then she would actually wake me up and I would get serious déjà vu


my mom never woke me up ;_;

I have been woken up by my cat pissing on my leg though


Had a dream where I was in some kind of death match. Killed a bunch of people with a weird halberd with a circular blade and my last fight was against two guys. Got one of them and the other guy was attacking me with his fists. Somehow the fight moved to my house and I didn't want to kill him anymore. Part of my reasoning was moral and the other part was that I didn't have anywhere to put the body. Kind of a twisted dream for someone like me who isn't violent at all.



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.


Last game show.


I have an online friend and I have dreams involving them on occasion. No one else I know gets in my dreams anymore, but them.


Do you dream about talking to them online or what? How do those dreams go


I was showing people around my city, except it was getting bombed at the time.


Belgian eh?


I just got up from a nap and I dreamed that Johnny Depp was pissed he wasn't in either of the Jungle Book movies so he made his own Jungle Book movie and I watched it. It wasn't a faithful adaptation at all, it was basically Pirates of the Caribbean with Jungle Animals and one Anime Black guy was in the movie too.


Hopefully you are not a prophet


Dreamed my father took me to a Japanese style webcomic themed restaurant and tried to sell me on his door to door business idea. The noisy teenagers nearby bothered us.


>hanging out with my waifu in the kitchen
>we become aroused
>too eager to have sex to go up to bedroom
>take her to the stairs to the basement and lay her down
>hurriedly take off our clothes
>about to lose virginity
>mom busts in and sees us both naked
>mom gives an incredibly half-assed "congratulations"
>tell her to fuck off
>she tells us we'd better not take long because she has laundry to do
>my erection disappears
That's the first time I've had a lewd dream of her. It may well be the last time I ever have a lewd dream of her.


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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.


You mean how do you do it? I've never had a lewd waifu dream. It's a very nice experience I recommend trying to picture whatever it is while going to sleep.


As funny as it is looking back, I can understand why I was pissed at the time.


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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.


sounds like you need to get out more


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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.


I rarely dream. Or well, I rarely remember my dreams.
Should I start a dream dairy?
What are good ways of remembering dreams more often?
My dreams tend to be very pleasant, when I remember them.


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 had a dream last night that I was the returning incarnation of Jesus Christ.

I appeared in some non descript suburb's cul de sac. Everyone was fascinated with me. I ended up smoking weed and eating a neighborhood girl out.

I think I did poorly at being jesus.

I went from smoking weed everyday to not smoking at all about 2 months ago. Smoking is peppered in to most of my dreams.


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?


There was a schoolbus full of girls and one crossdressing boy going to what was apparently some LGBT summer camp. I was on an assignment to find the tranny boy but by the time we had arrived I stopped caring and set about making use of the camp's physical training facilities. All the girls were piddlefucking around while I ran around the track at superhuman speed. The topography of the campgrounds seemed strangely familiar. The hills resembled those outside some kind of zoo I had seen in an earlier dream. While I was still running, Jasper from Steven Universe (with some attributes of Sakura from Danganronpa) appeared and was up to no good. I continued to run at ludicrous speeds until I reached a point all too familiar in my dreams. Suddenly I could not run and even the slightest twitch of my limbs was a sluggish motion which took considerable effort. I was not deterred by this setback. I pressed on further and found I was now running even faster than before. I ran a circle around the entire world until I ran back to the camp, passing an exhausted Jasper. A surreal series of images which felt like flashbacks followed. Some figure was in a pirson cell with rather ornate bars having some kind of floral design. A hand reached through the bars, and morphed into a tentacle, before morphing back into a hand. Suddenly the image of Jasper's gem appeared, and it split into two identical copies of itself like a cell undergoing mitosis. Jasper had now been split into a good half (who looked a bit like Kaylee Frye) and an evil half (who looked kinda like Haman Karn). After a timeskip, evil Jasper learned that she was pregnant and at the behest of good Jasper I was sent on an intergalactic mission to find and retrieve evil Jasper. Of course, just when the plot really got interesting, I woke up.


I've been keeping it since last year, but my entries into it have been sporadic over that time period. It's not unusual for me to take well over an hour to record a dream, and I vividly recall them every night.


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'm well aware of that. She wasn't interested in me at all, and I don't think that we would have had good chemistry. In the dream, I just really wanted to be a good Christian.


Whenever I died in this dream, I would wake back up in my car. Eventually, I got a hand from some universal power, who sent me a small flying robot to protect me and keep track of me. I kept doing reckless things that would alter the course of history, partly because I could, partly because I had a disagreement with what was going on. Finally, I died and I found myself on a floating island. The robot told me that they were putting a barrier around me for my own protection and that I'm too reckless. I read a fantasy book about someone who broke through a barrier, but that needed a large crowd to succeed, and I'd have trouble getting one because I was a little bit of a dick to people.


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.


That's pretty whack lol. I love the vividness of the lavish, deep blue room, the grey city and the bully.


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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




I wonder if David Attenborough had any strange dreams that night.


I had a dream in which we were going on a trip to see some distant relatives, none of which exist in real life. My dreams tend to skip around a lot, and shortly after going into the house, I was cuddling and holding hands with a girl who was supposed to be my cousin. It felt so real, then I woke up.

This is my first post here, I just needed to tell someone because it kind of bothered me. I'm going through a period of bad depression right now and it was weird.


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.


I had a dream about my ex in which her and a friend moved into my childhood home with me, and I hated it. I was constantly telling her to leave. At one point they were going somewhere, and I told her never to come back then ran into a pine forest that looked like an old Christmas tree farm that didn't exist in real life.. There was a fence so I turned around and grass that was mowed and a shed. When I got back to the house she kissed me and I woke up.


so last night I dreamed I was apart of a Simpsons special where it was revealed that milhouse was an alien and I had to help him find his family


I've mostly been having action dreams lately: dreams that are fun to have, but probably not fun for people to read about or listen to me talk about.


all is gone to dust
there are no posts for a year
as if they never existed


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.


My dreams recently reached peak stupidity. I dreamt that I had a job where I had to answer people's questions about the Miami Vice soundtrack. I was answering a phone for this purpose. Someone called me and asked me something.


I've been dreaming of getting chased by Nazis.

I usually don't get dreams let alone nightmares, but it's pretty clear to me why I'm having them now…


Had one where I was sitting with my family on the edge of some open pit mines near my house. It started to rain(and I'm talking about RAIN) and the clouds seemed so close I could reach out and literally touch them. They were all fibrous and knotty, more like a weave than any water. My dad got really close to the edge and I remember screaming at him to get back but after about a half a minute did he react
The mine is probably a mile across, roughly horseshoe shaped, and a few hundred feet deep, but it filled up with water about 3/4ths of the way full in just a few minutes. Not sure what it was telling me, just kinda interesting and I wanted to share


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.


Maybe it was all just a dream in the end?


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


Hey, thanks for the kind words! I think your point about family is valid-a lot of my dreams(that I can remember anyways) involve my family. It feels really morbid and weird, but oftentimes in my dreams my family members will die/disappear but I don't react to that in any way at all. I have a decently good relationship with everyone in my close family but I admittedly have been going through some difficult times recently so maybe that stress is getting through into my dreams.


Satan go away


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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


I dreamt that I went into a room-sized box, perhaps made out of metal, where there were two showers. I stripped myself naked and went under the shower-head, out of which milk began to flow. It was warm and soothing, almost creamy. I also remember rubbing myself against the parts of the shower lower down the wall for some reason.

This happened at 5:30am. I then got out of bed, went to the fridge and drank milk straight from the bottle. Then I wrote down 'milk shower dream' on my hand so that I would not forget it when I returned to my slumbers.


Hell yeah, I love milk.


I found this very amusing


Had a dream where I was late for work, then I was irl :(



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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.


i had a dream that my mom wanted to drug test me. i was generally upset about it, I think I refused. that's all i remember


I rarely dream but yesterday i dreamed that i was naked in class (i finished HS 10 years ago), Pissed myself and got laughed at by the entire class.
I know my subconsciousness hates me but that was just mean.


The first part that I don't remember well, I was walking around a town I don't recognize, with friends I don't have. Remember some kind of charming occult themed cafe or bar. At some point I accidentally got a computer virus or something?
Second part that motivated me to post, as I'm waking up I can't open my eyes. I don't know if I opened them enough to see a dark figure or I just intuited the figure and applied the darkness of my closed eyes to it, but someone next to my bed. I 'know' she's a witch. I don't remember what she said exactly but hearing her felt different than hearing things in dreams usually is, more like real life, or maybe a waking auditory hallucination. Something to the effect of "You wanted me here. [something else]." I didn't feel fear towards her, it was just an intense experience in a way that made me anxious.
After a moment of this I was able to actually wake up and had to double check there really wasn't anyone.


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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.
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.


you're tl;dr should be "if you're girl isn't at least six foot you're doing something wrong"


I dreamt of doing my homework one day before the deadline and being stressed out.
So I will start today.


During the past week or so, when the alarm rings in the morning, I wake up from a dream of being trapped in a cage.


Had a really strange dream last night where my dad grabbed this guy I used to hang out with and tied him up in a chair and made me beat the living hell out of him while he also was beating on him. Eventually my dad was getting ready to kill him whenever I finally woke up.


The setting was a hall full of people. These people were somewhat indeterminate in the dream, but from the events one can infer that they were school-children. I was supposed to lecture to them on the relationship between linguistics and archaeology. But first I decided to play the piano, and wanted all the children to listen. But as soon as my hands pressed the keys, they began to sing in unison. This was not what I wanted, so I said: 'There will be no hymns today!' (I understood that they were trying to sing a hymn along to my music) The children would not stop, and I was shouting at the top of my voice 'There will be no hymns today!' when my alarm went off.


I keep having horrifying dreams about casinos for some reason. Maybe I should get that new GTA5 DLC


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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?


I had a dream where i was being pampered in a asian spa, i don't remember much but it was very soothing


That does sound very soothing and relaxing. Comfy dream desu~


Lately I’ve been dreaming about work. It’s always the most tedious parts of it too. Someone send me better dreams until I can fix mine please.


For two days in a row I've had dreams where I'm just walking this trail in the middle of the woods and it starts to get dark and I'm all alone freaking out as it gets darker and darker. I feel really scared and paranoid. The trails are never ending and there's nothing recognizable among them. Just a dirt trail with trees all around me to the point where I can't even see through them hardly.


My dream last night was a little strange I just stood in the middle of a wrestling ring farting near a bunch of the women wrestlers.


I had a strange dream with some oddities.
>drove in the snow to visit my mom at her house to show her some home videos which I have no memory of existing
I don't have my license, also my mom has been dead for over 2 years, and these false video recording memories probably did very well happen exactly as shown in the dream.
Also the vehicle I was driving was my grandma's old car from when I was a kid.


I was cleaning out the gutters on my father's roof and a cockroach came out of the leaves in the gutter, and I chased it into the house where it morphed into a cat, but I was still whacking at it. Felt bad to crush the cat's head, looked like it was in pain.


Had two dreams in one night, connected to each other and quite unrealistic.
Dream 1:
>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
Dream 2:
>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)
>strong wind
>I opened the door
Then I woke up.


I had a dream last night about being in a zombie apocalypse in a beach town. I had short range teleporting powers but so did a few ghouls. There was a white haired Asuka and a brown haired girl. One of the places I ran into was a video store.


I went to a book/hobby store which had closed (such a place doesn't exist, it was a dream confabulation) and which the owner also lived at. They still had all their stock, and even though they were closed they welcomed me to buy things, and were maybe testing the water with reopening. It felt slightly uncomfortable being somewhere it seemed like I shouldn't be, even with the owner's permission, and yet I was greatly relieved that it wasn't gone.
Followup dream after waking and falling back asleep, I was running an errand for the owner, and got into a car accident with another person who was doing the same thing. The owner blamed it on me and it was terribly frustrating.


Had a dream where I was driving through the ghetto apartments and black hoodrats were showing off tape drives. I'm talking about pimped out 60s mainframe reel-to-reel tape memory systems just chilling on balconies facing the street. Ended up at this scrapyard/junk store and wandering down long shelves of old A/V equipment that was interesting but in really poor condition. Lifted up a shelf and found a secret entrance to this comfy little basement thing where the owner presumably kept all the cool stuff, very cozy and was done in wood paneling, warm lighting and beautiful tech lining the walls. Woke up before I could get a closer look or buy any of it.


That sounds like a cyberpunk novel.


Sounds like 5 minutes of fallout gameplay but it takes place in the detroit wasteland instead of the normal one


It was very comfy. If I have some free time later maybe I'll write about it.


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.


Found a corpse floating inside the water/air mattress I used to sleep on in hot summers. I felt a vague sense of unease, but didn't think it was out of the ordinary.
Went to my garage to look for it afterwards IRL, but couldn't find it. Rather unsettling.


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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.


I hope so as well. At the moment, my life is drastically change. I haven't gotten anything profound again like that, but tonight is my first night at a new place, so we'll see what happens. Maybe I can open that letter soon.


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.


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>Bespectacled guy looks at my art on my laptop and compliments me, saying they're great.
>I didn't give him the laptop.
>The drawings were lewd.
>We were sitting with all my extended family for the Christmas dinner.


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 forgot to mention the fact that I can't go to sleep with pillows under my head anymore. I sleep on y stomach too.


>>790 That sounds kind of like sleep paralysis. I wonder if it might be related to your schizophrenia


I have a lot of dreams where they continue in a series and build off of each other. When I was little, I had a series of dreams about a man and his son trying to build an airplane, and then a dream of the same duo flying around the world.
I wish I had those kinds of dreams more often.


thats beautiful


From my research, sleep paralysis has little to do with schizophrenia oddly enough. Only like 15% of people with schizophrenic symptoms reported also having sleep paralysis. This may be due to some of the mental fuckery that comes with schizophrenia, but I'm not sure. I guess it's also important to note that the effects of schizophrenia on what you experience while under sleep paralysis is under studied, if at all, and that i do have a more paranoid form of schizophrenia.


I had a dream last night where I was in a parking lot, exiting my car. For some reason, I had a knife in my holster (instead of the gun I carry every day in real life) and someone saw the knife. They called the police and I was arrested and tried immediately. They said I would lose access to using any computer for entertainment purposes. Upon hearing my judgement, I returned home planning to shoot myself in the head with my gun.

Not a pleasant dream, but far from a nightmare.


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.


In my dream I just remember walking around starving until I eventually died of hunger. I was just aimlessly wondering around empty streets, there was nothing, and nobody else in the dream anywhere.


I had a dream last night that i was at some kind of video game convention where a guy was doing a talk/presentation about a chess problem
the premise was that you had to arrange a king of one color and all the other pieces of the other color on a chess board with goal was to find the arrangement where the lowest amount of moves to a checkmate was the highest compared to all other arrangements. but the twist was that the board looped in on itself at the edges like in some video games, so if a piece could go of one side and re-appear at the opposite side.
The speaker was trying to put this concept into video game terms but couldn't remember the term "screen wrap" so i told it to him
then he explained that pieces couldn't move more than a thousand tiles in one move to prevent them from just infinitely looping and that's all i can remember


I took a trampoline and set it up in my friend's yard. Started jumping on it until he opened up his window and started cussing me out. The rest of my dream I either can't remember or it was blank.


I dreamed I got a baby chick, but my cat got to it and I found the house strewn with its pieces.
It was really depressing for various reasons.


I had a dream that my dad was taking me to high school (I'm 27 now). In previous dreams, all my dreams involving high school take place at the high school I actually went to, but not this time. The road was very winding - there were a lot more turns that any suburb area should have.
I was dropped off, and the first class was gym, and that involved running a mile along the outside of the school grounds. So as I started running, I noticed that I was basically running in low-gravity - that is, I would push off with one leg, get some huge distance, and then eventually push off with the other. I could take like 5 strides and then there would be a corner. So I finish the first lap effortlessly, and most of the rest of the class was walking in slow-motion and haven't even made it past the first corner. I was pretty upset at this because they aren't putting in any effort but then I woke up.


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.


Dreams that blur the line between reality and the dreams are so freakin cool.


God, this is a fucking awesome dream. On the downside, it's kinda prophetic. I have a similar belief that the future will turn out kind of like that, the world will be fucked, and people will be living in their own simulated worlds. I only came to this realization recently, and it kinda depresses me, so I try not to think about it, or to look for ways I may be wrong.


Another thing that depresses me is all the news about the coronavirus. I read about it before going to bed, and then I dreamt that it turned everyone into zombies.


the last few days of the current month & the first few days of the next month, the same thing happens to me every single time: I get extremely strong dreams about a childhood friend of mine. We knew each other as kids but she moved away when we were both nine years old. Last night I dream I found a collection of letters she wrote to me. This happens every months, for years. I don't know why.


Maybe you can write about it to them in a letter or smth.


I would think that it's very unlikely that the poster would have her contact information. Unless you mean just a letter addressed to her that won't get sent?


If he has, then he can. Or he can find her facebook and message her there with smth like "Hey, I know this is weird but…" and explain what happened.


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.


PostOffice? Is that a forum?


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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.


This is very detailed… it's got to mean something. You can call a dream analytic if you want… very interesting




What do you mean?


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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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>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?


>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.


I dreamed I went outside and it was hailing heavily. They were big, marble-sized chunks of hail coming down, covering the ground in about two inches of hail before I went back inside. The sky was so dark it was almost like it was evening, even though I knew it was close to noon. For reference, I live in California and the closest I've had was a microburst that passed over and sprinkled dippin-dots sized hail once, a long time ago.

I also dreamed that I was with a bunch of people that I knew(no particular type, just a handful) in a brand new house, partially underground and very minimalist-modern. It was raining, we were in the kitchen, I looked in the cabinets and found some opened ramen. It was a really nice house.


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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
>plank train
>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.


>plank train
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.


Used to have dreams where i was constantly getting separated from a group of people or unable to locate something which i needed.
Now it's been family events where i have random love encounters with girls.
so things are looking up in my subconscious i guess.


>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.


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


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

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


Second part

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

What do you guys think of this dream?


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


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.


>I got bagels and cream cheese at the store today after seeing this post
The neurosuggestive advertisement memetically propagates!


Had a dream were I forgot I signed up for a class and when I learned I did my grade was completely fucked.

I think this dream was in response to how I'm overwhelmed in my classes and behind on a few. Jesus christ that was a cruel dream


I had a dream last night where some people I vaguely remember from highschool were playing soccer while I was trying to read.

The thing is, it took place in an environment I've already seen in my dreams. It's some sort of ruins with water on some spots and there's even a clothing store right next to it. I'm certain I've already seen it, because I remember a very specific point where you can't access stairs if you're on the wrong side of the ruins.

The last thing that happened before I woke up was one of my old classmates threatening me from the other side of the ruins. I remember also insulting him.


I had a dream where I was max caulfield and I was taking a train to visit Chloe after the events of LiS. It was like a video game. I walked around on the train and I saw different chapters of my life. Then I got off the train and I saw Chloe. She told me I needed to run across the woods, go to the village on the other side, then open my laptop in the park and run a torrenting software while I sleep on a bench. I said "are you crazy" but then she just disappeared. So I started running through the forest because it was a game and that was the way forward but I kept getting caught by monsters and being sent back to the train station. One time there was a cop who tried to arrest me but he said "I'll flip a coin to see if I'll let you off" then he flipped the coin and I won the coin flip so he said "fair is fair" and he left. I never made it to the park but I knew that if I was going to go there it would be a very difficult level. I had a memory of the park and it was a swamp with white water and black trees from a different dream a while ago. That swamp is not good news.

I don't know. I think it definitely has something to do with my transition. There are not a lot of dreams where I'm a girl but this is one of them. I always wanted to be Chloe because I thought she was cool but I guess I am more like Max. I'm shy and quiet, but it's not by choice. I think the forest was the transition and how I kept on getting discouraged and shying away from committing to it. Monsters are people being transphobic and just my insecurities getting the better of me. The swamp at the end is not good news though. It's a recurring theme in my dreams and each time it means I get lost there. All of the dreams involving that swamp have had to do with being stuck on a level and constantly respawning and never making any progress. I never actually saw the swamp though; it was just my memory of the village inside the dream.



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.


Has anyone else had a strange phenomenon of dreams lately that aren't really considered dreams? I've been not really dreaming but what's happening is just seeing a grainy scratched blackness with slight bits of glitchy white lines and blocks appearing. I've had this happen for a week straight now.


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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?


Oh yeah…
The other day i dreamed about the Queen Elizabeth dying.
Everything was really cryptic though.
At first i was looking at some kind of mirror but only in appearance it was like some kind of portal it felt like that. In it was a portrait, like a painting of an old woman's corpse late dead enough to smell and sense the rottenness.
Then when i looked inside there was an sculpture of a lying knight on an sarcophagus, too dark to see, like stone made or some rough metal, it had his hands on his belly and was holding a sword.
The corpse of the Queen was next to this sarcophagus, sitting in a wheelchair the sculptured knight's sword was stabbing the Queen on her chest.

There was a shadow next to her, like taking care of her body, and more shadows around them like waiting and specting.

From the first sight it felt like the shadows plotted against her in the first place. Overall was really weird


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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.


Had a dream I was play-wrestling with a girl I knew in high school who was dressed in a sexy vampire Halloween costume. There was nothing sexual about it, we were just palling around.


I had a dream that I was driving down the highway, and took an exit which led into a massive swimming pool. When I went to go get help, the manager of the highway told me that I'd fucked up and driven into what was clearly a water park.


I've been having strange dreams in my childhood neighborhood that usually takes place many years in the future where I'm much older. It's very strange as people who have long since died are present yet aren't really much older than they were prior to their deaths. A lot of apocalyptic vibes are going on yet the neighborhood oddly enough is actually cleaner than it is presently as it's practically in ruins now. Also everything seems to be shrouded with an orange glow, somewhat like how things were on the Western side of the United States last year. It's almost been episodic the last three nights in a row.


i dreamt that the sun exploded, or at least it was just some huge solar flare. i intuitively knew that the world would end soon after it happened, but i also had this prevailing sense of calm knowing it would all be over soon


Last night I had a dream that I was a young android girl living in an ancient ruin in a jungle. It was quiet and peaceful when I was walking though the area observing the wildlife. Beautiful birds of all colours and sizes flew around, there were shiny butterflies sitting on gigantic flowers too. Nice images! Then it got a little bit bizarre because I suddenly realized that I was kind of a sex toy for my friends who seemed to live there with me and I think we had sex together. We had fun. But I felt weird as soon as I waked up.


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I dreamt I was listening to music but it doesn't exist irl. I also forgot most of it.


What the FUCK did I just dream?

>it's April Fools day or something and everything is pirate themed

>friend and I are walking home from school
>he sees a random shop
>it's closed, but the door looks unlocked
>he tries to see if he could open it
>teacher sees us
>"Are you kids STEALING??? You're going to jail for that!"
>we try to run away
>he catches us anyway
>he takes us to an abandoned house and locks us in there
>the only thing we can do there is solve pirate related puzzles and quizzes
>we stay there for like an hour until he calls our parents and lets us leave
>dad yelling at me
>"meh whatever"
>go to some supermarket in my town
>they actually turned it into a 5? floor shopping mall
>get lost in there
>wake up


hey, its not cool to leak the plot of the next saw movie, the writers worked hard on it :(


I watched the anime "Erased" (the whole thing) right before bed last night and my dreams were not good afterwards lol. Kayo-chan…


Had a dream I made an imageboard with only two boards, one dedicated to homemade game controllers that looked like miniature DDR dance pads which were made to be alternate controllers for various consoles and the other one was for 3D anime porn.


For years I've been having dreams where I explored houses. They are all pretty much the same dream but with different houses. Some of them were creepy, but sometimes I found cool stuff. Does anyone know what it could mean?


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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


I had buried a curse, but later on I realized that that was a terrible thing to do (it was on a piece of paper but it was also somehow a living thing), so I tried to go back and free it. The witch who helped me was horrified and tried to stop me.


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I dreamed about Niklas Kvarforth showing a tattoo on his chest that he doesn't have in reality - some human figure that looked like Mary, mother of Jesus


This one of the only dreams I've had in a in a long while that weren't dark or very disturbing in some way.

I was sitting outside on a balcony with my mother, when a flock of white birds flew across the sky. One of them flew on the table and started cuddling up to me in my hands. I'm not sure if it was a dove, but I looked it up and found a dream meaning about white doves representing purity and innocence in dreams. And according to DreamBible:

>To dream of a white bird represents a wish to transcend or rise above a negative situation that is being renewed. Finally deciding to escape a bad situation after avoiding it being kept down. A white bird may also reflect a belief that escaping a bad situation is a good idea.

I currently have a wish to be able to study abroad without travel restrictions caused by COVID, even though it seems very unlikely for the country I want to go to, so I guess that would be my "negative situation" at the moment.


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i had a dream about two women that were smoking weed out of their foot while on a picnic

It was incredibly strange, like the sole of their foot was the bowl and their toe was the mouth hole


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I dreamed I was in my old city where I was supposed to help out a lost relative unload some boxes from a (white) van reluctantly. Things got a bit shaky and I almost got crushed by the van and I think he cussed me out?
Also in the sleep session I was moving East of my city (irl nothing but flat open fields until another country) I went right at a forest road (so a road that was going right just in front of a forest like one side forest the other side urban field)
I took another right because I wanted to cross over the forest towards the East somehow and go to a particular dream-somewhere (the Outlands)
Some randos walking around me, I look above there is like a flat artificial installation like a big solid rectangular cover about as big as high as the roof of a house. I climp up it and am on the edge (on top) where I am kind of herded by like big metal pipes on either end towards one end corner, then towards the left (so just going along the sides of the rectangle) I'm kinda sliding on the tubes and I am now above water and kinda anxios that I'll fall, when I slide out and I have to take another left but soon I stop because the pipes stop too above the water. And there are like red warning VLCs right before with red tape between them. There I look out at my surroundings again and I am basically over some sort of bay with water in the distance, and it has a very particular feel to it. Like a northern sea during summer. Or US. flyover states. Or Maastricht. No way to describe it. I was on a diminutive industrial installation of sorts I guess, but I thought it must be oil.
Then I realized I basically took a long turn and was now on top of this thing (well, "thing". More like 2 pipes that form a rectangle over the water) over water with no way forwards. So I decide to hack my dream a bit and go back right before I turned to take a right at that forest line. I do something funky and it works, I'm on the outskirts of town and ahead of me is a long road for cars flanked by forest on either side, and cars are going by…


been keeping a dream journal and so far all of learned is my dreams are kind of boring. here's one. some typos as i just type these first thing in the morning.
>dreamed i was back in the starbucks roasting plant was just about the only one there so i just stood around until a superior i didnt recognize came in and berated me. gave me a busted computer chip with a cryptic message wrirtten on it to deliver to the mailroom and told me to hurry but with my limp and my having forgotten the layout
(i never knew of a mailroom there in waking life) it took me quite some time to get it there. the mailroom resembled the post office in tahoe. the man was waiting by the mailbox and said he was expecting something very funny so i handed it to him directly. he said it didn't make any sense. went back to green bean loading and there was a fire drill so i grabbed my headphones so i could watch some game dungeon during the wait. ross had a new episode out and was reviewing a bunch of games that had no purpose other than to gratify vore fetishests and pretending not to understand why they were made. passed by some handwritten papers with my brother's name on them and made a mental note to steal them on the way out. i do collect handwritten notes i find in waking life. saw chuck from better call saul and then saul and groaned realizing i was watching a dream episode. we all had to stand on specific points in the parking lot with decals painted on them represnting how many people had died doing your job. lower paid employees had the most decals. jimmy and i had very many, chuck had very few.


chuck and jimmy stood right next to eachother but at times chuck was standing on something elevated. they argued, at one point i was veiwing chuck through a car window that had half a pair of scissors on it. someone told me this was a reference to a line in "clockwork orange" and said it was "next level symbolism" but even in the dream i suspected that was bullshit. chuck said he'd faked his own death which i let slide as i knew it was a dream episode and also just a between season special rather than a proper episode. he and jimmy argued with forced civility until jimmy calmly got up and pressed a half a pair of scissors into chuck's neck and he exploded into giant cockroaches. we then were told to go back to work and a co-worker told me "the steaks are real meat" and i realized steaks were being made of cockroaches these days. i peered into a large bin and it was full of giant cockroaches. i remembered then that freud at once interpreted a fear of rats as being a repressed anal fixation. snatched up the papers pretaining to my brother and ran for the exit. couldnt make anything out and one of the more important looking ones, a notebook with sections for many employees, had only one page in his section that was cut so only the top remained and the rest of the pages about him were in the wrong section. then i was in a large grocery store and an employee had died who people didnt care for but the owner, who had known him for a long time said he would be spared because he had died trying to do something good even though the end result had been quite bad. can't remember what that was but it involved kicking a shoe at an old lady who was now also dead. saw their souls arguing and then the old lady went up to heavan and the employee was pulled back into his body. employee may have been frank from "f is for family" then the owner drew my attention to some sawdust on the ground and i said something along the lines of "yeah, no good?" trying to preemptively agree with him. he then told me the sawdust was a great idea and said "who says you need carpets in a grocery store". thats all i remember.


I've been dreaming a lot of an ex girlfriend that I dated over a decade ago.


I dreamt I was working in a warehouse helping to move donated supplies in Ukraine and I was a little worried when some jets flew over, but then I woke up.


That's a very detailed dream you had, were you perhaps not looking somebody elses life through your dream?


I should download this entire thread, so much interesting stuff in here.


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This is a dream I had last night that disturbed me a little.

I was having a nightly stroll with my best friend who also happens to be a person that I love(odd relationship we have). As we walk, people approach us and tell a joke, or do something funny, and then leave. It's always one at a time. We get used to this little routine, so once another person approaches us, we expect him to do something funny.

But he stabs my friend viciously out of nowhere. I panic a little and then I remember that I have a revolver with infinite ammo, and I start shooting him. He's shocked and tries to run for it, but he's left me feeling not only wrathful but hateful too. I think of Tony Montana as I shoot him so I feel a little embarrased when he turns his back on me and I have to shoot him from behind, but I think "Fuck him! he doesn't deserve an honorable death anyway". I stop chasing him when I see him finally drop to his knees, dying.

Then I start looking for my buddy. I wanna heal him because I have healing powers, but I can't people back from the dead. For some reason he's not where he was stabbed and I can't find him, so I panic and I start yelling "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?". Two kids approach me and they're laughing. They're not malicious but they dont understand the seriousness of my situation and I guess they see me as a funny grown up. I ask them questions but they just keep laughing and smiling. Suddenly I see a big, massive rat approaching me and I shoot it. Once I hear the kids cry in horror, I notice that In reality I shot a dog. Their dog. Kids wanted to make a silly harmless prank and their dog was onto it.
The dog runs away in a state of shock much like the man that attacked my friend. I try to follow him to heal him. I tell the kids "don't worry, I have healing powers, I can give life", because I feel so bad. I don't want them to cry, and I want their dog to be okay. But I can't find the dog either. I start to open random doors, entering random houses, and the people start staring me and being suspicious of me. An old lady looks at me from afar, she looks like she hates me. Evil. I notice that too much time has passed and both my friend and the dog must be dead somewhere. I start sobbing as I lay on the floor, hopeless, alone and scared in the middle of nowhere, late at night.

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