Dream Diary

Hey. I would like to start an idea for the board if there is interest. Would anyone be interested in posting their dreams every night (excluding personal details). We can simply attach a number to posts and every day post what details we remember from dreaming the previous night. Using a name might be interesting to give continuity. If others would be interested in participating I would be excited to participate and discuss dreams with others. It might also give your dream projects/prophecies a communal obligation and refine your recall skills. If you'd like to take part leave a notebook next to your bed and post what you remembered from the previous night here. I'm looking forward to see what lainons experience from night to night. I will post my dream tonight in the morning and implore you to do the same if you have any interest in participating.

>>2996 To be fair I was interested in this idea for a while now. I was planning on making a sort of "dream diary database", where people could archive their dreams anonimously or with identification, for public view or privately. However I don't think my html, css and javascript knowledge is enough for such a feat, and even if it was I would probably just procrastinate and never actually finish the project. I do have a raspberry pi though. But I will try to participate and post my dreams, if I remember them.

>go to sleep last night hugging notebook around chest >didn't want to forget >wrote everything I remembered whenever I woke up through the night >some of the handwriting is unreadable but I remember a lot of the dream(s) Layer 1 >There were a bunch of demons >I was trying to walk past them and they were laughing at me and pulling off my skin >one grabs me from behind and it scares me and I wake up Layer 2 >On a plane >it's very snowy and I can see the trees from outside the plane window >the pilot says he won't be able to land >pulls up and crashes in a snowy field >the plane disappears and I'm alone in the field of snow >I am in Antarctica, Canada (don't ask me lol) >try to walk to safety >get really cold >see a hotel >my dad is there and brings me in >he says we have to stay there for a while >call my friend to tell him where I am and he gets angry at me and says I should have died >I go to a lakeshore and find a lizard and play with him >alarm buzzes Sorry it doesn't make a ton of sense like a proper story. Doing everything I can to only include details I remember vividly. >>2997 Awesome. I figure this board is good a place as any to start on this stuff. Any participation would make it more interesting.

>>2996 ok here's the dream I had, not really narratively connected but all took place in roughly the same setting It was a multi floor underground complex. There was a school taught there. Outdoors, on a lawn there were cylindrical shafts in the ground, uncovered, of various sizes from around 5 inches to 18 inches wide, filthy, contained sewage or similar. Some flush with the ground, some protruding metal pipes about a foot high. I was extremely concerned someone might accidentally step or fall into one of these, and tried to express that they should be covered somehow. I called some people over to show how impressively deep one of these was, shining a flashlight down. It was maybe 30 feet deep? Others were shorter. On the next level down, there were also mostly uncovered holes in the floor where you could see the level below that, but these were mostly plugged by rusting metal mesh which people stepped on without seeming to worry, even though there was a lot of give to them and holes in the most rusted parts. This level was used for athletic activities, there was some kind of short distance race on a padded floor with equipment suspended by chains from the ceiling, the race was somehow very dangerous and caused injuries. The whole place was very dilapidated and unmaintained. I was concerned about going to lower levels, because the ownership was different, and I felt I was not allowed there, and that there was more danger. I went there anyway though. It was mostly empty. There was a narrow corridor with a few inches of standing water on the ground, when I went in there, I was surprised by a crocodile which chased me out. Someone I was with sprayed a hose at its face and it backed off. They thought this was fine and normal, this is always how the crocodile was dealt with, even under the building's previous ownership. They let me hold the hose. By its eyes and body language the crocodile looked like it really wanted to kill me. I adjusted the water pressure, and noticed that there was a certain pressure where it would back off, any less and it would keep charging. It wasn't even that much pressure, it seemed strange to me that the crocodile wouldn't just ignore the hose. There was a generator room on this level, all bare concrete, lots of architectural complexity, diagonal segments of walls, floor, ceiling, metal hand rails. Generator itself size of two dumpsters stacked on top, flush against a corner, at the lowest level of floor. A man was giving a tour, adjusting dials on the generator/boiler and giving explanations. Points of light on the ceiling alternated on and off in a pattern.

I like reading these I had a dream I went to visit an ex girlfriend. She had a new boyfriend and it was awkward. They slept infront of the TV, I stole some of his electronics equipment. This isnt as interesting as yours but I figured if I contribute it might keep this going

My dream today I've almost completely forgot. I overslept by a lot and while the dream I remember being vivid I forget many of the details. I remember turning into devilman from the anime(lots of demon i know pretty cringe) and somebody told me to stop and took it away. Then I woke up and thgought I wrote it down in my journal but I dreamed it and I didn't put anything in it. >>2999 Sounds really strange but cool. Do you think it hold symbolic meaning or was just a cool dream. Like you are the only one that can see your country's infrastructure is dated and the traditions are silly? Not trying to psychoanalyze you or anything sorry just curious if you buy that stuff. It sounds like a really cool scene. >>3000 I really liked yours as well. It's hard work to cram datail into dreams and saying what you remember leaves an nice framework. Sorry you had an awkward dream, those can be kinda sucky. Hope you're over your ex sorry about that dream. Hope you can do something fun like play video games with the electronics you nabbed next time.

I can't remember my dreams anymore because of isolation I think.

Layer 4 >"woke up" >looked in mirror >had a full beard >don't know how it got there >feels strange, cannot cut it Layer 5 >in a medical place >locked in there for some reason >guy there asks for something >what he asks for i understood perfectly in my dream, but now I find words are hard to describe it >guess psychic eudaimonia is the best way to put it into words >anyways he gets led somewhere and there are like 5-10 horrifying looking robot-humanoids with varying levels of flesh and tech >they've cut into his brain and are picking at it and his eyes are empty >try to run away and the robots start chasing after me >wake up Weird dream, I feel as though this one is symbolic. I don't know though. Maybe I'm chasing a ghost. Either way tripped me out a bit. I had to throw up when I woke up. Sometimes they get very vivid. Remembering is better than not though. Even though the dream is disturbing it feels okay to know it. I don;t feel different waking up through the night and in the day. I guess I always had these. I wonder how many dreams I have in a night and forget and these are just the combinations of ideas that leave an impression on me. >>3007 That's really interesting because as a kid I never remembered any of my dreams but then I lived as a shut in and that time activated my ability to dream vividly and recall. Either way I'm pretty sure you can learn to recall if you wish to do so. Maybe it's the flouride meme. If you really would like to see if you want to try dreaming a lot maybe take some melatonin next time you sleep and see if you enjoy having more intensity in your dreams? Just an idea of course it's not for everyone.

I only saw this thread today, and I don't remember today's dream, so I'll recall the ones from yesterday and the day before. The day before I was in a hotel in Havana, which had a layout very similar to the old, wooden big house in my school i used to study in, with people I know from the Internet. The only fine detail I remember is a woman from Discord was a cat for some reason, and she threw a stuffed cat identical to her out of the window in the third floor to simulate suicide. Yesterday I just remember I was with my friend and we were composing music for the guitar. It was a counterpoint (two melodies together), and I was seeing the composition in front of us as I played it, like in YouTube videos for scrolling sheet music. The sheet paper was smudged with an old parchment yellow. It was very pleasant, which is why the blaring of my phone's alarm clock annoyed me so much. The dream helped me practice music later. I hope I can remember my dream tonight.

>>2996 Went to sleep at 4 am, this dream had a sort of emotional impact on me when I woke up, so I wrote it to a friend, and now im writing it here, I know dreams dont mean anything but this one was a bit too out of the ordinary. I was an American soldier in WW2 France, it was in the muddy countryside, checking different houses for German partisans ( Thats kind of inaccurate but its a dream after all ). Something had happened previously where my squad had gotten ambushed and wiped out, I was alone and was going to rendezvous with another squad that was close-by that was heading for this small civilian town in the country, I somehow got there first, and started checking the houses since the town looked abandoned almost. I went inside this very pastoral house with two stories, and went up to the bedrooms in the second floor. There I found an entire family sleeping, and besides one of them, a partisan soldier holding a shotgun, something came over me, like a very intense rage and hatred towards these people; how I thought in the moment was that for all I knew, his kids, his wife, could all be partisans as well, they were all just waiting for me to turn my back to them to shoot me and gut me, I had to kill them first. So I took out my 1911, and shot the partisan in the head, and threw his shotgun behind me; his family woke up, it was around 6 to 7 people in total, 4 of them were teenage to young adult boys, at least one of them was a retarded kid in a wheelchair, who I took pity on and decided to save for last. I started to kill them in the same manner, starting with his wife, I walked close to where she was, and put my pistol to her head, after a minute or so of hesitation id pull the trigger and the very detailed, visceral gore of her head exploding would taint me and the rest of my victims. Then Id get up and repeat this process with whoever was being the nosiest, after 2 or so of them the crying stopped and the boys remaining were mostly silent. At no point did any of them try to run away from the only exit there was to the room, nor did they try to fight me ( which proved in a way, that they weren't fighters like I had delusionally thought. Halfway into it what I was doing started to dawn on me and I started really regretting it, this people had nothing to do with the partisan army or the war, or me. And I was executing them in such a violent, brutal manner, it made no sense yet I couldn't stop. I think I killed everyone but the kid in the wheelchair, who I was approaching, before I heard someone coming up the stairs: It was one of the men from my platoon, from the squad I was supposed to rendezvous with at this town, not just that but he was an old friend from boot camp or something, we clearly knew each other well. I dropped my gun when I saw him, he recognized me and asked where I had been and what had happened to my unit, before taking a look at the corpses behind me, it really broke me a bit seeing him react with disgust and hatred, he asked me what I had done and I couldnt say anything. He took out his knife ( no idea why he didnt just shoot me with the rifle he had pointing at me instead ) and lunged at me, we had a brawl of sorts, and I remember feeling very conflicted, I think I desperately wanted to lose and die right there, yet my body kept acting on its own, and I could sense that if I didnt lose I'd kill him the same way I had killed that family behind me. But its hard to grapple someone that has a knife I guess, because he ended up on top of me with the only thing stopping his blade from my throat was me holding his arms with all my strength, I told him that I didnt know why I had done it, that I thought they were enemies, that my squad was wiped out "by people like them", that I was alone. I confessed that I wanted him to kill me, and started to let go of his knife, but instead of going through my throat, it stopped. For some reason he then stood up and told me to take my things and desert, he said he would not tell anyone about what had happened, and that I'd be presumed KIA, as long as I disappeared. He took his rifle and went to look after the kid in the wheelchair, I took my stuff and left. After that I walked as far away as possible from the battlefield, stole clothes from a civilian to change out of my uniform into. And threw all my equipment and my dogtag into a river, I felt void and empty, apart from the intense regret and guilt, all I could think of was "Why am I alive? I don't deserve to be alive, why do I keep going?", I wasn't found, and I woke up by the time I had crossed the french border into Spain. This was a fuarrrked up dream, Ive never dreamed anything like this so when I woke up I was sort of worried. I also need to note that the environment was very historically accurate, I don't remember any anachronisms at all, it was very vivid and detailed. I could feel my feet sinking slightly as I walked through the mud, or the grass scraping my boot, or the sweat in my armpits and my forehead. It was all very visceral, so was the violence. Its probably the most 'real' dream ive ever had. The other notable thing is I cant remember any interest or interaction with any WW2 film or game or anything for the last 5 months or so. I have no idea what could have led to such an exact and detailed dream in such a setting. tl;dr committed a war crime, got away with it, felt inmense guilt, woke up.

>>3009 Just remember something about a plane. Maybe it's because I didn't think about my dream and just lazed around in bed before thinking 'oh crap'

I can only remember the end of my dream. Today I dreamt I was following someone that killed children, and it had something to do with the number 3.

Layer 6 >traveling around a city by the ocean with someone looking for something >remember there was something I thought was impaled dolphins but when I looked for a long time it was a fence with dolphins on them >also remember being in a tower and it was collapsing >then someone screamed at me really loud and said >you're a piece of soykaf nobody wants you >it was so loud it woke me up and was just as vivid as sounds in my headset >didn't write it down becausse that scared me so much so my memory is really shaky >had a bad day before so was too depressed to get out of bed so went to sleep again Layer 7 >brother lost in mordor >I have to go find him >I meet a ranger and he offers me his supply drop in there and he says he knows I'll need it >I hug him and start crying >he hugs me and says a line that left an impression on me for some reason >even god's angels need men to bless The screaming really scared me and kinda ruined the night but at least theres some interesting tidbits I can hold onto. >>3009 >>3011 Sorry, I read all those posts through the day but I try to respond all at once to not flood the thread. I have the same problem of not immediately writing and losing it. Your memories from the knight before and before that are pretty detailed though so you definitely have the potential! Keep up the efforts and results will come quick. Its really cool when dreams affect your day in a tangible way. I wonder how many years of human life have been killed by not remembering what we can of our dreams. Did the people you know from the internet look like how normal people do or were there some strange characteristics? Yellow parchment is really beautiful, I'm glad it was so enjoyable in your dream. I had a plane dream too just recently, maybe some collective unconscious really has merit. >>3010 Sounds intense. Damn. I'm sorry that must've been really disturbing to have happen to you. Maybe dreams don't mean anything but they still have a tangible impact on life and the world. Who knows why such a terrible vision overcame you. Some people might say it's random chance some people might say it's another life some people might say it's feelings of guilt manifest. I don't rightly know but it's awful when a bad dream happens to you so I'm very sorry. I hope you get really sweet ones in the future to make up for this one. Sleep tight! >>3012 That's fascinating. I wonder why you remember a number as one of the only major details. That's really interesting to me. I hope that the kid killer got stopped and you got some resolution. Hearing about kids getting hurt is always awfully sad so I pray the thought doesn't linger longer than it needs to.

>>3011 There was an elementary schoolmates meetup at someone's house and we played hide and seek. Going back home at night the streets were deserted and trashed up because of coronavirus. In the way home I met a local legend that cleansed the neighboring streets of the PCC faction, a black guy with dreadlocks in a motorcycle (probably doesn't exist irl). Spent most of the dream running up and down the street slopes.

Today I dreamt that humanity was reconstructing civilization from zero because of the coronavirus. We were building villages, larger villages were doing war, etc. I remember specifically doing it with a friend (which does not exist in real life, but I remember him. He had a realtively long brown hair and blue eyes). I don't remember the name of our village, but I remember that everything about our village was odd, so the bigger villages tried to not do war with us, probably out of curiosity or fascination. There were also minor events, such as me going back to school and my biology teacher teaching me some swimming techniques, some random events at my grandma's house, me trying to learn agriculture and one of the larger villages doing a pilgrimage, in which I participated because I was bored in my village. >>3013 Unfortunately the dream did not get a resolution, but it is fine, the children were not a "central" point and I did not know them, so it didn't leave an emotional scar like that dream I had in which I made 6 friends and met a woman that became my girlfriend and in the end the 6 died in an extremely gruesome way one by one and it turned out that that girl never existed.

Fever dream kinda night. I remember a bunch of incongruent weird stuff. Layer 8 >mom wakes me up and saying the dog got water all over my computer and I need to clean it up before it shorts. I'm pretty sure this wasn't real Layer 9 >Get in car crash on the highway (not driving) >do a big flip and fly into a fence but I'm ok Layer 10 >in a city >vomiting constantly >everyone is looking at me and I feel really nervous and ashamed >people don't want to get sick from me >this dream is mostly just based on real life Layer 11 >talking to a man in africa >he tells me he is forced to live on an anthropological reserve in the stone age or he will be imprisoned >says he doesn't like it and we meet an elephant that was saved from a circus Layer 12 >burn myself with a fire >it smells really disgusting >a kid sees and I feel really guilty Layer 13 >Looking at my chest >think I see hairs on my chest but they're actually leeches >I try to get them out but they keep popping up >first they're on my chest then they are covering my entire body and on my eyes >wake up >>3014 Sounds like a cool dream. It's kinda scary how the coronavirus is bleeding into our dreams. Everybody has it on their mind at the moment I guess. Dreams where you run all over the place are fun because it feels like you're going somewhere but usually nothing happens and you don't get tired. It's pretty comfy. Hope the dream was entertaining for you or pleasant. It sounds really interesting. Get those PCC jerks. >>3015 Sounds interesting. I hope while awake you aren't incredibly worried this virus will level all of civilisation but it sounds like a fun dream if its building back from the collapse and making the world a better place. Kinda sad everyone was still committing war against each other but it's probably realistic. I'm sorry you had such a disturbing time in that other dream though, those dreams are really the worst when people you care about get hurt. I'm really sorry you get those

>>3016 The Africa dream seems like a satire of reality. In South American native reservations, the Indians are basically forced to be in a state of stasis by several regulations, like not being able to extract their own mineral resources from their land or import machinery, their cultures will basically have to undergo the industrial revolution by themselves. I'm sure lots of native peoples are being treated like zoo animals like these in India. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdvlO6bPG60 Running around in nighttime for me is specially comfy. I wasn't scared of infection, maybe I was already vaccinated against the virus.

Today I can only remember that I dreamt that I was in an extremely big building, and we had guns, some were similar to the ones in Apex and Titanfall. I know at one point there was a party and I don't know what I was searching for, but I was searching for something. There is also this one specific scene where there was like this big room, and me + 3/4 persons had surrendered an enormous group of people that also wanted to dominate the center. Then I threw two thermites, a frag grenade and they all rant into a door that lead to a small room, and I confined them there. I also remember some scattered fight scenes I had with some people, and my gun was an L-Star (titanfall 2 style, pic related).

>>3018 Oh, I forgot to change my name. This post is mine.

>>3014 Today I also remember a bunch of separate parts without what connects them, so I'll do the layer system Lain came up with. Layer 1: with my family, having a tour across Chinese tropical forest mountains in high-speed controllable cable cars in the sky. Very exciting. Layer 2: I was playing soccer with my friends in a huge tournament in America, we were absolutely pummeling the other teams. Layer 3: playing an euphonium in some kind of live performance, a small floating girl comes to talk with me. She can't go through objects, but I can only feel her skin as if it were electricity attracting my arm's hair, like T.V static. She says she's been hungry since the 90's, I offer her soup with seashells and she starts crying when she can't manage to eat the soup, but manages to eat the seashells (which we could see floating as if the girl was transparent) and is contented.

I had serious issues falling asleep last night and kept waking up so I only remember in one dream an elephant wrapped his trunk around a guy's head and ripped it off and God got mad at me so he set up a big recurring chain of cause and effect that hurt me more and all the bad stuff happened. It hurt a lot but I woke up before it was done so not too bad. >>3017 That's pretty sad. I mean I guess I kind of understand why when do it so people dont invade and destroy their cultures but being born in a place that primitive would suck. >>3018 Sounds cool. Action dreams are rare for me but they're pretty exciting and fun which is nice. I never played titanfall but it seems pretty cool. Hope the dream was really exciting and fun. >>3020 Cool dreams. Thanks for taking the time to share them. Was the floating girl a ghost or something? Sounds bizarre but an interesting dream to have. They all sounds entertaining too. Hope you enjoyed them tonight.

Layer 15 >playing a game with someone >I dont understand the rules >they keep beating me over and over and I feel really stupid Layer 16 compromised Layer 17 >mom thinks I am on drugs >i tell her I am not >I'm having trouble thinking and talking to her >she calls hospital >I get really scared and don't want to go

>>3006 I don't know about symbols or deeper meaning, but there are some clear parallels to things at least in terms of context. The surface level resembled the lawn of my childhood home, which was often full of sinkholes, where you would step on the lawn and punch through the grass into a hidden hole. I live in a basement apartment, which sometimes floods a bit, contains the furnace and water heater, and has poor sound insulation with the apartment/airbnb upstairs. The school and institutional aspects I don't know, but I hated school very much. I'm a programmer, and I think the crocodile had to do with using poorly understood systems with unexpected and confusing behavior, and the risk associated with it. I also finished binge reading The Strange Bird the day before, which I'm sure was an influence. The dream I had last night involved a lot of sweeping, beautiful landscapes. Everything had a majestic glow to it, and I could see huge distances. I was traveling on a highway in a car with some people trying to escape something. At the end I was outside a building on top of a hill, and someone I was with was at the bottom of the hill being attacked by creatures with extremely varied shapes and sizes. I was killing them with a rifle to try to save that person, but there kept being more of them. An especially large one with several faces came towards me, so I had to retreat into the building and abandon the person. The building was horseshoe shaped, with a lot of windows, and I crawled along a hallway spanning one of the lengths, underneath the windows so I wouldn't be seen. Despite the events I felt really calm and content in this dream, like I was doing everything I could and that was enough.

>>3020 The world was pretty fuarrrked because of coronavirus and some sort of totalitarian state was propped up to combat it, even though the people around me weren't self-isolating or anything. Most of the people were monsters or creatures like in a sci-fi movie, nothing too scary besides the big, muscular ones. The effects of the virus also included loss of movement in the legs (assumed to be permanent), and everyone was fighting over wheelchairs for when they became infected. My family tries to flee in a truck or something put the state agency catches my infected ass and throws me inside a sort of huge quarantine for infected people (or maybe I went there myself, can't remember). Inside the quarantine was actually pretty chill, it was a huge coliseum garden. Some bully tried to hog the food for himself like the guys in Saramago's Blindness novel, but he's stopped by the mostly good infectees. A YouTube guy called insaneintherainmusic is also there, we're talking about jazz and saxophones when I wake up.

So there I am, railing coke with Snoop Dog and Biggie. Ma nigga Obama shows up and aims his gat at Snoopy and's like "gimme the blow boy!" We're all like, "yo, Obaman, sit down and do a line, don't be a clown." Obama isn't phased, he pops a cap in Snoop's shin. All the niggas begin hootin and hollarin and Obama begins swinging on the crystal chandelier. Suddenly we're in the jungle and there's gunfire everywhere. All the monkies are firing gats and swinging around, bearing their teeth. I'm just trying to get my party on and these monkeys chimp out and bust our space/time continuum.

>>3028 I was running from someone through a building. I opened doors and closed them behind me. The first one opened into a bathroom, which was one of those bathrooms with two entrances, so I went through the second door, and there were more doors in every room, so I thought I might have lost them. I got to a courtyard type area with concrete walls but no roof and grass on the ground, and I ran to one side to hide behind some steps. After I was hidden I noticed there was a man sitting across from me, and I tried to gesture to him to be quiet and not look in my direction. He said something to the effect of "it's right there, it's looking right at you, you aren't hidden." Then I was at the top of the courtyard wall and my pursuer was climbing towards me, it was wearing a slenderman mask, I kicked it off the wall. Later I was in a bed in a room with a large square mirror taking up most of the wall to the right of the bed. I was aware I was dreaming so I tried to walk through the mirror, but my reflection was in the way. I pushed harder and it physically rotated, I fell through to the other side, which was an identical room except darker with dim glowing blue lights all over. In this room the mirror was replaced with a hole in the wall leading to a black void. I jumped through, and I was just floating in darkness, until I noticed I must be falling faster and faster because of the wind rushing by. I fell into space, there was no more wind, just planets rushing by, and I was still picking up speed. They started going by closer, and I thought I might land on one. The planets ended, and I headed towards a big group of asteroids, one was directly in front of me and I was definitely going to land on it, so I curled into a ball because I was getting worried about how hard I would hit. I hit it and everything was dark for a second, I noticed I had landed in a parking lot, there was a broken eggshell I figured I must have come out of, and I coughed up a lot of mucus. I woke myself up then because the mucus felt very real, I didn't want it all over my bed, but it turned out to not be real.

I got in bed at 9pm last night and laid in bed until 5 am and couldn't fall asleep. I'm pretty exhausted but more than that disappointed I missed a dream. The light is coming in and it's making me feel sick because I am very sensitive when I do not sleep. Its funny how the less you sleep the more the real life feels like a dream. >>3028 This dream sounds nice. Sometimes emotions are completely unfitting for the subject in dreams. Like normal things will be nerve-racking and other times bad things will feel okay. Maybe that's how we all have to make peace. Just say we're doing all we can and move forward. As for your previous dream it's hard to say what's the symbol and what's the noise. Maybe interpreting it in iself is like a rorshach test of sorts to show what issues matter to you that you will project them onto bizarre situations, but of course maybe not also. Hearing others talk about this stuff is so helpful for my study into dreams, but there is still so much to do. >>3029 Sounds like a polio sci-fi plotline. I looked at the channel and that's pretty funny you just ran into him. Glad it was chill and not some hellish bubonic hellscape or something. Sounds pretty relaxing and entertaining. Dreams where you just chill out are so hard to tell how much time passes. I often wonder how much does and if it is representative of real in life time. >>3030 Nigga... >>3031 Cool dream. That's really vivid. Feeling wet and sticky is a really common tactile thing for some reason in dreams. Maybe it's sweat? Or just easy for the mind to procure. The part with the mirror made me think of like that cutscene in hotline miami where richard appears after you get shot. The first dream sounds especially scary. Sorry about that one, seems pretty disturbing. Kinda funny how you described fighting him off it made me imagine like swatting a spider away.

>>3031 In the dream I had last night, I had an idea for a drawing, where the canvas was a live chicken. I used a black pen with a lot of separate parts, I took it apart and put it back together again. I made a rough sketch on paper first to prepare, and then I started drawing on the wings of the chicken, which was difficult because she was moving around a lot. Someone pointed out that the chicken was very young, and would grow so that the image wouldn't look the same, and also that it isn't nice to draw on animals. I figured this was right and it was a little pointless to keep drawing. There was a little narrative sequence about chickens needing help wearing down their egg tooth (this sequence also involved ducks), and then I let the chicken peck at my front teeth to try to help it with that.

Layer 18 >holding my foot >the bottom of it is really coarse and calloused >it makes me really uncomforable and i rub it >I peel all the skin off of the bottom of my feet at once >don't remember many details last night Layer 19 >also remember being in the house and hearing a bunch of voices talking to me but I don't know if I was asleep or awake I slept deep from not sleeping last night so the details are really hard to hold onto but I did my best. I'm having issues posting this response but I don't knwo why. >>3034 That's a sweet dream. I think I would think chickens were the most awesome thing ever if I never had so smell any in real life. Sounds like one of those dreams that is only strange once you recall it. Either way the fact you were nice to the chicken is a good sign of character I think. That you naturally want to help I mean. Strange dream but sounds like a comfy and nice one. It's an interesting thing it was about a chicken because my response for your last dream was about a chicken though your dream was not. I hope I'm not meddling with your dreams and I'm probably not right?

>>3036 >It's an interesting thing it was about a chicken because my response for your last dream was about a chicken though your dream was not Well, it did involve an egg. But nah I don't think it had that kind of influence, chickens are my favorite animal and have deep personal significance to me.

>>3037 Good. Sorry for seeming presumptuous. A striking coincidence I guess but just that. Chickens are cool animals. Why is it your favorite? I watched blade runner again recently and the in the scene where the blade runner is pulled back into the job the other cop guy makes an origami chicken and I didn't understand why. But thats besides the point sorry. Also I talked to my mom and she said I was talking through the night and I responded to her when she spoke to me but I don't remember it so I guess that thing wasn't a dream after all or maybe a semi-dream.

>>3032 I used to not sleep just so I could be sleepy, and see a totally weird world, like a zombie in the middle of the city. Dead in the street, a fakir in lotus position, between cars, buses and trucks. Sleeping little so I could be in a comma, in a trance. Stopped because it was destroying my life.

>>3038 I used to raise chickens as pets, I really like their personalities, and basically everything else about them. I actually have a lot of chicken dreams. Just because you have a conversation with someone doesn't mean you aren't asleep imo. It is possible to talk to someone while asleep and dreaming. Sometimes my ex would be talking in her sleep and I would ask about her dream and get some moderately coherent responses, which she would later have no memory of, for example once she responded by telling me to be quiet or else a mouse would eat her.

I was at some house out in the sticks, and this dude in a hoodie just barges right in with a huge cardboard box full of drugs (some of which looked like sesame-seed hamburger buns... for whatever reason) and starts trying to sell them to me. I tell him I don't do drugs and want nothing to do with him. He presses on. I press on. Then after a few minutes of arguing, the cops arrive. I start exiting through the garage, but they confront me there, so I try to explain the situation... and then I wake up. I've been trying to find a better setup for writing down my dreams. I started off using a plain old notebook on my nightstand, but the problem is that my handwriting is terrible when I'm just waking up, plus I write slow anyhow. My current solution is just using a note-taking app on my phone, but even then I'm having to focus on typing on a clumsy touchscreen keyboard. Both solutions encourage me to omit details due to how slow I write with them. One idea I have is to find a cheap netbook that boots extremely fast, set it up to boot straight into Emacs within a few seconds of turning it on, then have it ready on my nightstand. Since I type fast, I feel like I can record more info on my dreams than I could on paper or my phone. But while I know you can make a computer boot directly Emacs, I just don't know if that's something that can be done that quickly. Alternatively I could keep the computer on, but I don't have a convenient place to plug it in (closest power outlet to my nightstand is right behind my bed).

I should've written this as soon as I had woken up, since I've now forgotten almost everything about my dream except for the disturbing part of it. I was basically in a shower with "another person", but this "another person" was just a pair of legs from someone linked together by a "giant flesh brick", and the legs were appended at the extremities of this "flesh brick", so the legs were separated from each other with a distance of about 50-60cm (about 19-23 inches for those on the imperial measurement system). It was a sorry attempt of a wet dream, because for the duration I felt nothing but disturbed.

>>3041 (Sorry for the doubleposting) You could record yourself talking about the dream and after that write it down. If you live alone and/or if you have an area that nobody (or at least nobody you know) can hear you.

Layer 20 >Talking to Lain and hiking through a forest >She says a really funny joke and I laugh and when I look back she is gone .wander around the forest because I didn't know the way back Layer 21 >With my brother >walking behind a ton of houses along a creek >realized we took a long turn and are in someone's backyard >have to walk through their house to get back out on the street >after we walk through the house a white car is there >scared it will catch us I try to sneak >I go like a metal gear solid roll behind a tree >pretty sure the car saw me but it wasn't the owner of the house and they drove by Layer 21 >I have a sword >I am in a huge canyon >there are massive ogres living in the canyon >It's laced with sharp gray granite all along the cliffs >one ogre approaches me and I swiftly kill him >a much stronger orange ogre in full armor comes up to me and fights me >he beats me and I barely even take half his health (he had a boss health bar for some reason >he grabs a steel mask and picks me up and puts it on me >he tells me that the mask has a mouse trap mechanism inside that will crush my head if he puts a part in >tells me if I ever mess with the ogres again he will put it in and kill me >sets me down and lets me go with the mask on >I want to fight him but I feel too guilty and leave Layer 22 compromised Layer 23 >in Christmas town >it isn't snowing >I cross the street and a train comes and hits me >I go flying away and hit my head >close my eyes and when I open them all my injuries are gone and I am in an airport >trying to find a movie I have tickets to >the airpoty people tell me they moved that showing to the mall >they gave me a segway and I drove across the runway to the theater >a fat kid was outside complaining to his parents because he wanted a mace with a length of at least 60 >I thought it was really stupid >walking across the theater looking at a bunch of posters, most were sequels to real movies >wake up Its rare I remember the sequences of transition from vastly different things but I am very happy with the level of detail that I remembered tonight. >>3039 It's probably for the best you stopped. That stuff can be really dangerous over long periods of time for your body and spirit. I know what you're talking about though, It's pretty wild. Not enough sleep really messes with the mind. >>3040 I guess so. Apparently I make coherent responses when I am spoken to while I sleep talk. I get worried I say secrets in my sleep because I have no memory. Chickens are pretty cool, I like most birds but chickens are kinda funny how they are so broadly built and they're pretty fun to pet. My friend had a pet chicken and it was fun to feed her and eat fresh eggs. >>3041 That sounds like a really uncomfortable dream. Sorry. I bet the dream police would have believed you if its any consolation. I just write my dreams down to remember them. I actually can't read what I write except maybe a few words but running it back to myself after I wake up makes me remember a lot. I'm not sure how to translate thoughts into words quickly as I am just waking up, maybe recording of your own voice? >>3042 That's scary. I think flesh brick is one of the most disgusting things I've ever imagined. That sounds horrific sorry what a terrible dream lol.

ww2 anon here, had another dream, this one was only stressing, its also a very dumb one so be prepared to cringe at this insanity I went out with my family to meet one of my parents friends, who were very wealthy. They were this secluded jewish marriage, and for some reason the man was Larry David, In retrospective its hilarious. My sister and I got dragged into it and she was in a pretty bad mood, I didnt care much because I dont do much during the day either way. We greet the hosts and im introduced to their daughter, which I didnt know about; Shes this stereotypical 60s looking blonde, very attractive, so we have lunch and talk, then me and my sister and this blonde girl go visit the pool. Her and my sister get along and I stay out of sight mostly. I get out of the pool and go change into a towel, then this blonde girl comes up all smug and says Hello and starts talking about something I didnt really care about, I dont like her expression so I try to say goodbye and leave, when she suddenly pulls up infront of me raising her bust, I look down and get caught staring at her breasts, which are honestly quite large, she says "Do you like them?"; I have no interest in her honestly, but I refuse to lose a battle of will and as such just reply with a yes, before she says anything I try getting the upper hand: "Id like to see them more personally", she gets all red and backs up and for a moment I think Ive won; but alas she wont give up either, and starts lowering her swimwear, revealing some very impressive attributes. I gotta say that I was about to 'lose' here, falling into her charms, But I was saved by her mother walking closeby and calling for her name, she gets dressed quickly and escapes, I sigh and go back into the house. I try and talk to the host who looks talks and acts way too much like Larry David and I talk to him about philosophy and economics, and I end up really liking the man I have to admit. then this blondie comes around again and invites me and my sister to come up so she can show us her room, I try to decline but she insists and her father is there, and I guess it would have come off as rude, so I had to oblige, however im starting to get nervous. Her and my sister talk about random stuff, and I again sit around idling, until my mother calls my sister downstairs so she can help with dinner, this disturbs me greatly as I am now alone with this blonde chick again. She wastes no time to get up close and personal, and I try to push her away but it feels hopeless, she starts undressing and im starting to sweat alot. I should mention one of the big reasons I do not want to have anything to do with this girl is because despite her being fairly attractive, shes alot younger than me and still a minor, plus I just met her. My sanity and virginity are then saved by her mother calling us to dinner, I feel relieved but shes not stopping and starts trying to bring down my pants, I panic and push her away brushly, raise my pants and go downstairs without looking back. I sit down to dinner and moments later blonde girl joins us, theres a very delicious steak at the table, and I go straight to eat. The atmosphere is very tense, both my sister and the family's daughter are looking at me with this death glare... Then for some reason my mother whos sat next to me tries to spoon-feed me chewed steak, I look at her with disgust yet politely decline, and she gets upset, I notice everyone from the table are looking at me like expecting I should eat it. I just ignore them and continue eating my own steak. I also notice blonde girl is on the verge of tears; Sister, whos at the other end of the table asks me to pass her the salt, I do so and then she looks at me smugly and laughs, and says that that was the pepper, I obviously checked it was salt before passing it but, indeed I had passed her the pepper somehow; She goes into a tangent yelling how im so useless and weak and a user, that Im bad with women, that im a loser, etc, just berating me in every aspect even if she contradicts herself at times. Unexpectedly mother joins in, listing a disparate amount of things wrong with me and how its her fault for raising me the wrong way, all of this while Larry David laughs ( damn you larry david. ). So I just ignore the rambling going on at the table and enjoy my steak, which is admittedly, very tasty. Then everyone shuts up: The blonde girl stood up, now crying, I get a very, very bad feeling about this. Her father asks her whats wrong and she sobbingly replies, pointing at me "H-He..! This pervert... We were at the pool, and he came up to me and then..." I am now realizing just how absolutely fuarrrked I am, she keeps going on this fantastical story where I am some rapist and I take her by force in her room. I try and finish my steak. Her father jolts up furious, larry david asks me in his noticeable new york accent "Did you do something to my daughter?!" and takes it out on my father for some reason and they start screaming while my sister consoles the blonde girl. Finally, I finish my steak, which was admittedly delicious, wipe my mouth with a napkin, and just walk out the door. Never to be seen again I imagine, I woke up when I walked out of there. I disliked this dream as well, it was very stressful, but id still prefer these kind of dreams to the nightmarish trauma of the WW2 one. I wish I could get a normal, happy dream every now and then though. >>3039 I used to do this as well, I have insomnia so staying awake isnt really as much of a bother, but you do start experiencing things differently by the 4th or 5th day with no sleep. >>3044 You see Lain in your dreams? Wish I could dream of Lain, I bet its pleasant.

>>2996 I had this one a few days ago. The only detail I can remember is seeing some fish in a toilet. I should write down my dreams.

This thread sounds interesting, let's have a go. This one is from last week. Layer 1 >In a room, pic related exactly how I remember it being in a dream. >The walls were beige >Next to me are two other people, no clue who they were >Behind us are spirit-like entities (perhaps demons?) >They talk something, don't remember what it was in the dream >One of them comes (floats?) to me >I ask the spirit if they're indeed spirits (I asked that in Japanese, which I don't speak, besides knowing a few words/phrases). He looked like No-name from Spirited Away or at least somewhat similiar >The spirit agreed and told me that he's going to eat me (Once again, in Japanese) >Wake up after the spirit said that, partially because I got woken up What a shame, I wanted to see what would happen further.

Today I dreamt that there was a mage and there was also a vampire. I don't remember much about what happened on the early phase of the dream, but then the mage asked me and my friends to do something about the dark angels, all-powerful entities that controlled the world behind the curtains. In the end we did it, and the last dark angel made us stare at a dark mirror, and we became the dark angels. Then we discovered that there were many more creatures, and that we dark angels are very isolated, they acted like citizens of an interontological nation or empire. Then I started reflecting about many things and I entered a "strange" room (it looked just like a normal room, but it seemed strange) and I thought: "How can I stand in this room? This room in reality is infinite, and I am a finite being, so I should be standing on nothing right now, in reality I shouldn't be standing, but not just standing. For lack of better words, I shouldn't (I didn't say I shouldn't exist because I do exist, but I should be acting like a nonexistent being in the face of infinity)", and I disappeared. In reality I became a higher being, and eventually so did my friends, and eventually we forgot about our world (we could've been gods of our world, but there was a whole world of those higher beings that looked like the real world however many laws of physics and logics didn't apply or applied differently, so we chose to live as citizens in this brand new world). In this world I lived various events of dilemmas of other citizens that became friends with me that involved many philosophical themes, and some where the veil between illusion and reality became so thin that in almost disappeared. The last one that I remember was about someone that was going into a special school (I can't remember why it was special), and then we discovered that it never existed, but then we found the remainings of that school so it must have existed, but at the same time it didn't, and in the end I can only remember of him entering the building to face his fears. There was also a small adventure section when we just ascended into higher beings, that involved migration (after all we were technically immigrants), and I discovered that there were three species of those infinite beings (one of them for some reason we're called alosaurus, however it has nothing to do with dinosaurs). >>3044 I find it interesting that you have many layers of disconnected dreams. Doctors say that we have at least three or four dreams at night, I don't remember the exact number, however the dreams I have, even if they seem totally disconnected there is a bit of logic between them all, given that I don't wake up in the middle of the night. For example, the dream I just wrote occupied at least three different dreams.

>>3034 I dreamed I was visiting my parents. We went to a cafe, I started coughing and was pretty sure I had caught coronavirus. We went to a beach, there was a gang that made sand sculptures, who gave everyone dirty looks, so people were wary of sitting on or near the sculptures, but they were absolutely everywhere and there was no where else to sit. I sat near one sculpture that included a series of shelves in a sand cliff, and stored my shirt there. It was mostly sunny on the beach itself, but there were dark clouds moving in from the ocean, so that the waves were in shadow and not much else was. The waves were enormous, and a few got up to our things, soaking them. There were a lot of people in the water. A train with tracks underneath the water like in Spirited Away came and encircled the swimmers. I wondered if a big wave would knock it over and whether they had thought of that, maybe they somehow knew when waves were coming. We went back to my parent's house and my sibling made plans to return to their home, but I had to delay my own return because I probably had coronavirus. I went outside. I saw a small animal climbing on the side of the house. The animal was like those optical illusions that can be interpreted two different ways; it was either a tiny person, or a squirrel, depending on which side of it was viewed as the head. It also had no face. It started flying, and I went after it into the air. In the background of my mind, there was a monologue by a murderer who was mediumly skilled using swords about the use of swords in dry technical terms which continued through the rest of the dream. The main problem with chasing the squirrel thing was that I had a hard time gaining altitude. I had some propulsion jets but they didn't do much, and the way of accelerating forward involved also gliding downward a bit. It got higher in the air and farther away. Eventually it deployed a tiny black parachute and slowly fell into trees in the distance. I gave up chasing it. I narrowly missed hitting a power line by ducking under it, and could not maintain altitude. The flying device functioned as regular skis, and there was snow on the ground (wet melting snow, like the temperature was around 40F), so once I landed I tried to brake that way, but I fell over and continued sliding. The snow ended, I hit a patch of concrete and slowed to a stop. I was surprised and glad this didn't hurt my skin, but my coat and pants were damaged in multiple places, and I thought about the specifics of the task of repairing them, and how I might approach it.

Layer 25 (I said 21 twice oops) >listening to infected mushroom >somebody shadowy asks me what I am listening to >I tell them infected mushroom >they ask viral infection or bacterial infection >I don't know and they keep asking and I try to get away >absolute nonesnse I'm aware Layer 26 >Have a knife in my stomach and I am bleeding (don't recall how I got stabbed >Have one hand on my stomach >cough onto my hand and blood comes out >somebody in front of me is my enemy (they weren't identifiable) >I put my bloddy hand on them and the blood is cleaned off my hand and the person fades into dust >wake up >>3045 That's a messed up story. Sorry you get so many terrible ones. I can almost guarantee more is happening in your brain pan and you just need to ease the gentle thoughts out because the brutal ones force their way in and occupy your mind. It really is like kicking dead whales down the beach when all you're remembering is a total bummer. Sorry for getting Chris Hansened by Larry David. It's interesting both dreams have parallels you can draw. I find it interesting in the 1st dream you committed a crime and got away and in the 2nd you didn't commit a crime and got accused. Pardon my presumption but the fact both are rooted in injustice intrigues me. Like the part where you pass salt and it turns in to pepper, it's like the whole dream revolved around the concept of damned if you do damned if you don't. Deep, but not at all pleasant. Hopefully you start getting some lighter stuff on your plate soon lol, I know that's got to be stressful but at least it's food for thought to ponder. >>3046 Totally! Some nights it's harder to remember than others. The little tidbit you can recall is pretty awesome, I'm sure your dreams are worth looking into. It's 8 hours of every day we can choose to make more productive. >>3047 I appreciate the illustration lol. Funny you mention Japanese because just last night I was thinking how I should learn it. I actually don't know a lick besides meme words but I wrote it in my dream diary during insomnia time. Sorry the dream ended before you could see the resolution. Sometimes that's just the worst. I wonder if demons and "dark angels" are more common than God in dreams or if this site is a bad source to tell. They show up a lot now that we have a bit of a sample size. You literally faced your inner demon, that's half the battle just have to beat him now and not let them consume you (I tried to sound as psuedointellectual as possible here for fun sorry). I'd love to keep hearing what you can recall. Sweet dreams lainon! >>3048 Seems like a pretty spiritual dream, literally obviously but also figuratively. Literally such a world shattering mind blow you left for a new one. Sounds entirely different from the experiences we have in the physical world. Hearing the term dark angel makes me think of shadow people, but not for too long cause that's too scary lol. Awesome experience overall it seems like. I remember more the lighter or longer I sleep. That night I remmebered so much because I got in bed at 9 and woke up at 12 (I didn't set my alarm because I thought I wouldn't need it) so the sleep is delicate and the dreams are almost just a show to occupy a basically already rested mind. I wonder if we have object permanence in our dreams. We probably do but only sometimes I'd guess. Which is why dreams shift from one thing to another instantly. >>3049 It's fascinating. In your dream you had coronavirus. Your dream had something like in spirited away like the other lainon. I think I understand why Jung cared so much about collective unconscious. I couldn't prove it but am solidifying my belief in it more and more. The amount of coincidences in parallels of dreams is absurd, reminds me of the alignment of prime numbers or something. They are arranged strangely but we don't have a law to generate them. Not saying that the squirrel's parachute was a deep symbol or anything just interesting stuff. That's kinda funny how your dream was just voiced over with something completely disconnected from what was going on. Hope you and your family don't get affected by the virus in real life, and I hope the dream felt nice and not too scary.

>>3050 >I'd love to keep hearing what you can recall. Sweet dreams lainon! Thanks! I don't speak foreign languages at all in my dreams, so I found it odd. There have been only two other instances I can remember. The first one went like this: >Be in this semi-fancy living room? Don't remember it that vividly >There's an asian (probably Japanese) girl in front of me >I asked if she was an hikikomori to which she replied yes (Once again, in Japanese) >That was all lol The second time: >Be in this very nordic looking city (Perhaps Helsinki or Stockholm) >Again, an asian woman/girl comes up to me and asks directions >I apologize and tell her that I don't speak Japanese and she walks away. The odd thing is that they've occurred only this year, because I "promised" that I would start learning Japanese. I'd really like to have an OOBE or a lucid dream, so I hope writing these down will help me. I'll be sure to post more.

>>2996 >hiked rigorously through dark woods atop rough terrain >come across a forested crater-like depression, like an open sinkhole, descend within >a veritable tropical Eden, the entire land appeared in the dream with vibrant color, like an image with the saturation turned way up >descend along the slopes of the depression, flowers, using fallen palm tree trunks as walkways >streams, ponds full of blue koi with vibrant eyes, an Eden indeed >I remember thinking: "Incredible, I've finally found MY place, MY realm, my place of rest" >suddenly, an obnoxious person, a female, appears at the top slope of the crater >yelling, "[my name] you have to go sign a document back at the beginning of the trail!" (in passive aggressive tone) I know your having fuuuun and aaalll, but you have to come up sooometiiiiime" >Extremely irritated, I had just found my Eden, now within minutes I must return! Damn it! >I yell back, "I'll run back to the beginning of the trail in 2 minutes!" >I start sprinting up, tears in eyes, leaving my isolated paradise >Remember, the original hike took hours >I realize I'll never make it in 2 minutes >My Catholic conscience detects that I have lied, a grave sin >I stop running and collapse in the dark woods sorrowfully, exhausted >I wake up

I couldn't remember my dreams. I think a bunch of stuff contributed to not being able to recall my dreams and I didn't rest well. Oh well hopefully next night I can fix them. >>3051 Yeah there's all sorts of unique experience beyond our normal sensations. Languages in dreams are cool as well. I heard from someone you're truly fluent in a language when you dream in it. I thought that was an interesting idea but I'm not nearly honed enough in a language besides English to do that. I tried to talk to somebody from Kazakhstan and they knew more english than I knew Russian and they were 15 so that made me ashamed at how lazy it is to not learn something new. I should have started yesterday but copped out because I am ill currently. Anyways, sorry for ther tangent. I guess its hard to think about things without injecting your own experiences. I think if you keep writing dreams down it will help. Connecting your conscious mind while you're awake to your dreaming state of mind will prepare you with the tools once you enter that state. I'm looking forward to seeing what you can recall and how far reaching your mastery over your consciousness will become. >>3055 Dang that sounds like a super frustrating dream. Sorry to have a dream that's so close to being really amazing and having it snatched away from you at the last second. I get what you're referring to to the saturation. I've noticed that phenomenon in dreams and real life too. It's beautiful being very bright and colorful. It's very interesting that your dream slowly became more like the beginning of genesis. I hope it wasn't too much of a bummer and your time in the sun made it not too unpleasant. It doesn't sound like you were at fault at all in your dream, you didn't even realize you couldn't keep your promise until you had made it. I hope you find your eden again and don't get so rudely interrupted

>>3056 >I think if you keep writing dreams down it will help. Connecting your conscious mind while you're awake to your dreaming state of mind will prepare you with the tools once you enter that state. I'm looking forward to seeing what you can recall and how far reaching your mastery over your consciousness will become. Thanks once again, Anon. I usually forget most of my dreams, but the one I've always remembered was me falling off of a bridge into a river which was near my house. I saw it often, maybe it had some meaning behind it?

>>3056 Warming commentary, thank you. I think that dream summarized a good bit of my personality. It was far less unpleasant than many other dreams I've had every since I started waking up at 2:30am (my intellect is sharpest at those hours for studying). From performing an abortion on triplets seen through colorized ultrasound, to self-committing suicide (with a pressure-tube-mask that collapses your body cavity) inside a medical office after being casually recommended to do so by a doctor, as if it were no big matter at all-- yeah, I've some horrific, frankly Huxleyan, nightmares recently. As you can probably tell, i'm quite religious, and do a lot of pondering on bioethics, which shows itself in my dreams.

Layer 27 >went to a gypsy candy story >tried to pick a flavor >a lot of nice flavors were there >i didn't have any money so I didn't eat any There was another dream here but I forget all details. I just remember I had it when I reminded myself to know. Layer 28 >out of body dream >saw Israel >just a bunch of people walking around >they were speaking in English >remember waking up and reminding myself to remember this and then felling back asleep Layer 27 >in a house > there is two other people and me tied up by terrorists or gangsters, I know we all were innocent >the leader point to me and says that one >he has two people hold me down and grabs a sewing needle and a button >he is trying to sew the buttons into my eyes >all of a sudden he looks at my eyes for a long time >he tells me that my eyes have too much despair in them to waste and I was going to be the one to pass the message >they throw me to the ground and force me to write down what I see >the other two guys get their eyes with buttons sewn on, then their fingers and toes and teeth and random stuff cut off and then they eviscerated them and ripped out their eyes by pulling on the buttons >a really evil song I've never heard of plays as this happens >have every deatail in a notebook that looks like a dream diary >then they let me walk away >time passes >at a restaurant by the water >the owner took pity on me and let me stay on the patio next to the water >I am so scarred by what happened I can't move >holding the notebook in my hands >the sun is very bright but it doesn't feel warm >a waitress comes up to me and asks if I want anything >I cannot speak and she says oh yeah you're just a bum and walks away >I look back at the ocean and with my strength I throw the notebook into it >then I go into the water after it to kill myself >the water was really cold and the sun was shining through it >it was really pretty but I was scared >I try to reach my hand up but it wont move >no pain from not being able to breathe but cant hold my breath anymore and breathe in >after breathe in start panicking are realize it's a dream >my dream crashes down and wake up with my arm outstretched like I was trying to do in my dream >had to go straight to the toilet to throw up Fuark. >>3057 I think dreams have some meaning but I don't know the extent. Recurring dreams especially seem like they're getting at something because if dreams really were just random arrangements you wouldn't get the same one a bunch of times. I'm not an expert on dreams. Sorry for being overconfident in my beliefs if I come off that way. I don't know enough to say what that dream means with any certainty but I would wager there is some value to it that you can find within. >>3058 Yeah nightmares are a pain. Sucks to wake up exhausted. I think changing your sleep scedule can contribute to nightmares. I hope you can get less, that is a real bother to deal with.

>>3059 >Sorry for being overconfident in my beliefs if I come off that way. I don't know enough to say what that dream means with any certainty but I would wager there is some value to it that you can find within. It's okay lainon! Anyways, today, I had like 3 or 4 dreams, but I don't remember any of them, not even glimpses. I'm pretty sure they weren't connected, because I was in a different place every time. I have to try and remember those things harder!

>>3059 Sleep paralysis also increases when you do sleep schedule experimentation, I sometimes get paralyzed just by taking short naps. Today, in fact, I dreamed that I experienced an especially violent (by that I mean, the sensation of blood moving internally, shaking, chest pressure, etc...) bought of sleep paralysis. Whether I actually did, or dreamed that I did, I am quite unsure. There is a fine line between dreaming of paralysis and actually being paralyzed, and I often cannot distinguish it.

I can't remember very well the dream I had, but I will try to recall the maximum I can. In this dream, some people had beasts inside them, and some could "morph" in them, granting them superpowers, some could summon them, and some could do both (the second and third are rarer). But there are some rare cases in which that beast had his "own will". Not that the other beasts hadn't, but in those cases the beasts hat "two personalities": one standard personality, that corresponded with the personality of the human that beared it, and another that diverged, a "different" personality, and those rare cases are the only cases in which you can summon your beast, and those rare cases could become insanely strong. I was one of those cases, but unfortunately I couldn't become that strong while I was dreaming. I remember my animal was like a cloud leopard, but it was still a baby (in theory he would grow if I trained), nonetheless he could still talk, had a really assertive personality and was really cute. The only two scenes I can remember is one in which I am cleaning up a pool while talking to someone about the rare cases in general, in which there was a really strong teacher (that does not exist IRL, he was slim with long grey (almost white) hair), that was one of those rare cases, and his beast was a hydra. However, when the second personality of his hydra comes out, he cannot control his beast, and instead an "evil clone" of him appears. This clone is insanely strong, so much so that when his "evil clone" came, he immediately knelt, and did nothing even when this evil clone announced he would kill me. When he announced that, I immediately started to run for dear life, and I ran off the stairs that lead to a small green area full of grass, and after that there was a forest. I jumped the fence successfully (In the dream it wasn't implied, but now in retrospect it was probably because of my beast, thank you leopard), grabbed a vine and started to move like Tarzan (because for some reason there were multiple fences, so it would be better if I kept my altitude). And this is rare in my dreams, but this time I really escaped from the thing that wanted to kill me, even though I kept running to go as far as I could. After that, I woke up.

>>3056 Just wanted to say I like your thoughts. I don't think you're lazy about language at all; you seem to be more curious than a lot of people are. Especially people in areas where only one language is dominant and insulated. You are not at fault for that; it's something you can't help. People in Amsterdam learn four languages by accident because it's a bit of a melting pot and they have that environment at a young age. English is arguably one of the best languages to know right now, but if you're born with it that also means you have less of a chance to be exposed to other languages and learn them because most people speak English by virtue of its utility in this modern world. There's no external impetus; it's up to you to motivate yourself. Give yourself credit for that and forgive yourself for taking some time. I'm sorry you're ill. Hope you're feeling better, or if not I hope you do feel better soon. I hope you have some interesting dreams and remember them in the future.

>>3049 I dreamed about a city of wizards, almost totally in third person, I wasn't really present in this dream. There was a competition scheduled between two boys to see who could cast a particular complicated spell the best, which was very high stakes to the adults in their lives, so there was a lot of pressure, but neither of them wanted to participate. One of them had an overwhelming chance of winning initially, because he was good at this particular spell, but for some reason let someone else with less anxiety take his place with a spell to resemble his appearance. This guy was not actually good at the competition spell though, and was discovered by a tutor trying to help him practice just before the competition. The tutor went into his mind to figure out who he was, this was shown as a building containing the tutor and the impostor, who ran and tried to hide. The other competitor was confused, running all over the city trying to find the location of the competition a few minutes before it was supposed to start, weighed down by supplies he was carrying. This part of the dream was an exception and was first person, though I still didn't feel like I 'was' this person. A group of old witches were playing a mind reading game. One of them gave a cryptic hint which had some personal psychological association with her first sexual experience, and then they all held hands and tried to use that as a starting point to magically extract her memories.

Layer 30 >I am standing in a barren land >it's all gray and the earth is cracked and dry >nothing is alive nearby and the only real color is the purple clouds >a man is holding up a skull with horns >he looks at it and says "alas, poor Oedipus" >he kept saying it over and over. I guess I literally took a bunch of tragedies and jumbled them together, not so interesting. Layer 31 compromised Don't remember much, I didn't sleep much at all and I think my alarm woke me up in the middle of my REM. I had a hard time sleeping and eventually slept 5 hours or so last night so it's really hard to extract meaningful narratives from that. The precedent of trying to remember is good practice anyways. Surprised I remember anything at all. >>3065 Its really hard to remember sometimes. Don't fault yourself for needing some time to figure it out. >>3066 I know what you mean. When you're dreaming you can't move in general I think. Sleep paralysis is like kicking dead whales down the beach I hate when I get it. Luckily its pretty rare. As a kid I used to get sleep paralysis and a giant disgusting monster with no face would stare at me and I never told anyone. But when I went to sleep I would close my eyes and not look once I closed them out of fear he was always standing there and if I looked him in his face he would get me. It doesn't happen as much anymore. but it is like kicking dead whales down the beach when it does. Sometimes my heart feels like its bleeding in my chest it scares me so bad lol. I dont think about sleep paralysis and dreams being too different from one another intinsically, but obviously sleep paralysis is much more realistic. Sorry you had to go through that, it really is like kicking dead whales down the beach a lot. Hopefully it stops or eases up when you're acquainted with your schedule. >>3071 That's a lot of detail to remember. You're doing a great job. It sounds like a pretty cool dream. Glad it ended with some resolution and you were safe. Waking up on cliffhangers is like kicking dead whales down the beach so its great when that doesn't happen. It sounds like a cool premise, scary to be somebody who doesn't have control over themselves though probably. Either way I find it super interesting. Almost a shamanistic concept. I wonder if the ideas in shamanism came from a dream like yours. >>3072 Thank you. That's kind to say. I'm starting to learn things slowly, or trying to anyways. It's a gift and a curse to be born knowing English. A person who's full doesn't gather food and a person who doesn't need to learn refuses to unless they have a strong self discipline and foresight. I know it's very good for you to speak more than one language. My health is better, it sometimes just gets bad and then is okay. I hope you have good health as well, thanks for the friendliness. >>3073 Sounds like a trippy dream. I can relate to the dream that isn't in first person thing. It doesn't feel wrong in dreams I find and then you look back on it and realize you were never there. It's quite strange. Either way your dream seems interesting and entertaining to experience. The beginning makes for a good story and the end just confuses me. Memories being translated into a physical place is an interesting visualization. I wonder how memories would really look in our mind when we access them and connect them. It must be a jumbled mess of knowledge and none of it conscious. Thanks for sharing.

My dream was quite weird, I was back at my primary school for an unknown reason, I see a girl I used to know and say hello. She replies saying hello and tells me another girl has some sort of skin disease and is in a hospital tent in a field on the school grounds. We head there and enter to find an Indian girl I knew covered in some sort of blisters almost like smallpox visually. I make small talk with the Indian girl and she asks me to read a book I do so before I fall asleep standing up while she takes medication. When I wake up it's a new morning and her father enters we talk about her condition which seems to have lessened visually while I slept. Then the dream just ended. Quite a weird dream for me.

Guess I'll start doing this. I like reading other lains stories so maybe someone will like mine. It started at some sort of academic conference. In this room is me, my ex, and this stern lady who I take to be heading proceedings. She starts talking idly about feminism, the topic of the day, and my ex is engaging and understanding while I'm having trouble grasping what she's saying and getting angry as a result. They exit to another room and I wait for a while before following them. I pass through a doorway into a grand hall with some dramatic classical music playing while the lady gives her presentation. Pews line the outside of the hall. I sit down and begin to feel anxious, but I think I remember only doing/feeling this because of my ex? Either way, her and a girl I'm currently talking to irl slide up to me. Then all of a sudden we are on an airborne chariot, travelling over a desert with a temple which I allegedly built. Me, the other girl, and my ex and are all naked. I'm relaxing with the other girl and say something cryptic which I cannot remember. My ex asks what I mean by that and I reply by saying not to worry, I'm just tired.

>>3073 I dreamed I was in a spaceship being piloted by my mother. I noticed we were in a very dark and strange area of space, and passing close by stars, I asked her if she knew that it takes the majority of a full fuel tank to escape if you get trapped in a star's gravity well, and she said she didn't know anything about that. I figured we were probably going to end up lost in space forever. Somehow we actually got to the destination planet. We landed on a spot along a bike path, which immediately clicked for me, I recognized it and remembered how to get to the campsite from there. I walked along the path. It was raining and I was wearing slippers so the puddles got my socks wet.

It's hard to say what kind of building I was at, but the "feel" of it was a cross between a school, a hotel, and just some generic office building. I don't know. Anyway, some people in the building started sending me on various errands around town (none of which I can remember), and when I got done with the last one, they told me to take an elevator to the 13th floor. There I saw a bunch of cute people were sitting around, and it turned out the reward for my efforts was to pick one of them to sleep with. I chose a tomboyish, muscular girl. But before we even got to do anything, I woke up.

The beginning of the dream remains unclear, though there appears to have been some kind of facility that I was trapped in. then there was something, perhaps a customer that triggered a shift in my dream when I saw them come through the front door. I say facility, but it seemed more like some kind of hybrid store/warehouse/processing center. I remember there being long lines of conveyor belts, but their purpose also remains unclear, Anyway the details are a bit foggy. Anyway, then the dream took a drastic shift. I was a source of good, I do not know what that means, but it was a feeling that I had. But somehow I knew I had to find someone. It is unclear if he was someone from the facility thing earlier in the dream, "he appears to have been like someone..." continues my initial writing, but the statement is left unfinished but he seems to have chosen the path of evil at least that was the feeling surrounding any thought of him? The dream progressed, and he was going to commit some kind of acts of villainy at 4 locations (details unclear, also just a feeling), the names which I somehow knew, and sounded foreign to me, almost an echo/ephemeral tone but I had to stop him because of some feeling that I had. But I ended up chasing him down into some roman? architecture, with large white stone columns at the top of a hill next to a modern steel bridge, though the specific architecture seems wrong to call it that. It was also strange that there were rivers on both sides of this stone column architecture (one under the bridge, and one on the other side of the columns) Somehow he only ended up at two of the 4 locations, and I saw him at the first which I cannot recall the appearance of, then he ran when I told him to stop because I wanted to talk, and he proceeded to the second (stone column bridge place). We had a dialog, and then a representative of the papal special unit for paranormal activities or some kind of religious investigator iirc appeared with some kind of special church military force to stop the villain that I had tracked down (I think they knew where he was because they were following me) and iirc tried to turn the villain from the dark, then when the villain character was confronted, there was some kind of explosion or fire from an unknown point of origin. As the villain suffered, (i am still unclear at the details, but it was a very vivid death) the dream focused on a series of teacups and saucers that were a set, and then shattered, then reformed into ornamental glass/ceramic shaped like flowers (but still distinctly a tea set). It is unclear what his goal was, but anyway there was definitely some good/evil, and something symbolic about the tea cups (there were 4 at the start, and 4 at the end iirc) which seems important because four is unlucky in asian cultures, while 8 (the number after the reforming of the teacups) is considered lucky in asian cultures. Once the villain was defeated, the church investigator walked over to the teacups (not sure how they got there near the columns, maybe they were there the whole time?) and said iirc "we are only just beginning to grasp the importance of this discovery." Then I woke up. Themes encountered: >Paranormal (not sure if ghosts or demons)though some kind of paranormal fire would explain the defeat of the villain. The Catholic Church. >Good vs. Evil- Yin/Yang >A search for something >Numbers

>>3079 Today my dream wasn't all too interesting. I was in a pub, participating in this game where we had to insult another person according to specific parameters which were set out on a board. E.g. 1. Somewhere x person has never been, 2. Where was x person born? I was doing this back and forth with this man but it was clear he had been practising some sort of routine so I seemed inept in comparison. When I leave I get into a car and am being driven somewhere by a family member. The guy I was insulting them breaks into the car with his little brother and steals the thing. I try threatening him and telling him that the car is GPS-tracked and whatever but he has much more knowledge of the car than my bluffing and doesn't care. He's driving so fast that I am scared that any attempt to get him out the car will cause us to crash; so I just wait until we slow down. Over these two there seems to be a theme of me not being in the know, or in control at all, and being resentful of that.

Layer 32 >in a total void >it's very cold >a figure in a mask that I don't think was a person comes up to me >it looks like a mask but it moves like a mouth >they say stuff in a language I don't understand >I try to get away but in this void there's no way to move, like being in space >they appear in front of me and stab me a bunch >it really hurts >wake up and don't sleep for a while then fall back asleep later Layer 33 >I'm an angel >have wings on my back >God tells me to go talk to Satan >just with a voice in the sky >go to the bottom of hell and satan is there >he's not chained but frozen in place around his limbs >his center of body is fiery hot but the parts in ice are gray and stony >if I touch the floor it starts to freeze around me so I float over it >say hi to Satan >he tells me he is lonely in hell and asks me to play him in a game of chess >he gives me knight odds but he gets the white pieces >when he makes a move he breaks the ice and moves the piece >if you care Statan plays e4 >when we agreed to a draw Satan put his hand out but I refused to shake it because you can't shake hands with the devil >he started crying and I spent the rest of the dream trying to cheer him up Layer 34 >on an island >very tropical and marshy >all over the island are thousands of anacondas >I don't worry about them >I'm trying to find something there but I don't know what it is >I ask the people on the island and they cannot understand me >they look like stereotypical Polynesians but their language wasn't that >walking through tar pits and lakes all over the island >it's very beautiful >there are other people who came to the island with me but they fear the snakes too much to travel >I cannot find it and still don't know what it is >try asking a snake and it doesn't say anything and I feel stupid >go back to RV we are staying in (me and the others) >it's next to a cliff overlooking the ocean >the RV starts falling off the cliff >I start dashing for the door dream ends Layer 35 >traveling with somebody >they call me their brother but I think they didn't mean it by blood >it appears to be mideval times from the weapons people carry and the clothes they wear >the friend tells me he is so happy we are almost there >I think we are on a pilgrimage or something from how he describes it, or a journey of some kind >we are in North Africa at a tavern talking as this is happening >the guards come up and give us trouble >I forget why and they grab my friend and arrest him >I try to stop them but I cannot >instantly I am flashed forward and they execute him by beheading him and I cannot do anything but watch because I am bound >he says something like "I can't believe I'm dying right now" right before he gets killed >after he dies the guards tell me to fuarrrk off and I can't think and slowly back away still looking at his corpse Layer 36? >I am someone that isn't me for the rest of the dream >I storm into the room (the physical me not the person who isn't me my consciousness is in, for clarity I'll call the me that looked like me you and the me that my mind occupied the dream I) >You storm into the room and locks the door shut and closes all the blinds so it's completely dark >there's 5 or 6 other people in the room and me and you >You starts saying how he is planning to lead a rebellion to avenge his friend, and he needs people to fight so the people in the room are going to have to fight for him >I tell him no way just because that happened the people here aren't obligated to die for you >he tries to coerce the people in the room by intimidating them >first he comes up to me >it's so dark you couldn't really see but I have good vision in the dark so I saw his silhouette and punched you in the face >you gets mad at me and tells me he'll deal with me last >goes up to other people and does mean things >takes a big snapping turtle and feeds a gecko to it and insects and tells a person to join him or he'll get the turtle to bite them >they get scared and join along >dream ends and I wake up Those dreams were kind of mind blowing for me and I don't know how to process them.All these dreams were from last night sorry for not posting yesterday I didn't sleep and was busy all day so then last night I slept 17 hours so that's probably why my dreams were so weird anyways I'll try to get back on the saddle and sleep normally because these dreams were not happy ones besides the anacondas who were cool. The first one made me too afraid to go back asleep for a while. Sorry again for the absence I feel as stupid as I am. >>3078 It's good she got better. Sometimes dreams are ended right in the middle so they don't get the resolution you're looking for. I bet if the dream had gone on for longer it would have been better. It sounds like you reading to her made her better. Maybe you are very gifted at treating the sick if your dreams want things like this. Maybe you're just worried with all this news of sickness going around. That dream sounds really cool to experience anyways. I hope it made you happy that she was getting better. >>3079 Thats awesome. A wild change of events right at the middle must have made things interesting. Sorry your ex is still so important to you, deep wounds leave permanent scars but still I hope you can find good stuff that makes you happy to move past her. There might be a lot of symbolism in that dream, it almost sounds like something someone would right as an esoteric poem. I hope you keep having awesome dreams like that, and yeah I really like your dream. >>3080 Nice dream. It's funny how transitions almost without links make so much sense as we sleep. Space travel isn't much like camping but it connects seamlessly. I hope your dream was pleasant after the fear of getting trapped in space wasn't relevant anymore. Sorry your socks got wet. Walking along the path very well might be enjoyable anyways, hope it was at least. >>3082 Lol. Awesome dream, unlucky you woke up before anything happened. Good taste. I guess it really was the 13th floor because you woke up too soon. Lewd dreams can be pretty nice, hope it didn't bother you or anything. Good luck on the tomboy gf love quest. >>3083 Cool dream. I know sometimes the details are hard to pin down especially the more events that occur in a dream so no one's going to fault you for not remembering more than the large amount you did. That's interesting that it shattered and reformed like that. The experiences in dreams that are totally unlike what's in real life might teach us the most. Definitely the type of dream where you can't translate with just words. I'm happy you got a dream with so many solid themes to ponder and an uplifting ending. That's some food for thought that you can chew on for a long time. >>3084 I remember loss of control was a theme in dreams people looked at for a long time. Are there factors in your life that would make that theme especially at the forefront in your mind? I'm very sorry, the dream sounds quite unpleasant. There's probably very few things you couldn't become competent at if you do what you can to learn. I hope you regain some control in life, I'm really sorry you get put in uncomfortable situations like that in your dreams. I wish that it will get better and it probably will. No need to put yourself down and say your dream isn't interesting. It really was.

>>2997 Something like this would be pretty easy with PHP and a database, or even SQLite

>>3085 Thanks Lainanon. But compared to your biblical tales I think it's safe to say they're a little more tame. Unfortunately my ex is still important, I'd be lying if the entire dream doesn't seem like an attempt to make them jealous. Just maybe that's the same in real life. I also pin the competency thing on me struggling to learn plenty of new skills at the moment. We will see what tonight brings. Thank you and sweet dreams.

I did a terrible thing. I was about to park my car in some parking lot, when two dudes come right out of nowhere and take my spot. Enraged, I parked elsewhere, turned invisible, and went to jack their vehicle. Then I just ran the two of them over. This drew the ire of everyone else in the parking lot, making them stop what they're doing and chase after me. So I ran them all over too. Which then attracted more people. The whole thing felt like GTA except with civilians instead of cops.

>>3086 I know, but even though I have studied those languages I have never used them, and this was a long time ago. And maybe the biggest problem is lack of motivation, and the fact that HTML is the bane of my existence, I absolutely hate it, and I have to create an interface for it using HTML if I make it a website. Also, I'm sorry for not posting, I can't remember my dreams in these past few days.

>>3080 I dreamed about a videogame user interface. It was a strategy game involving giant robot suits. There were five or so characters with icons on the bottom of the screen, each with distinct voice acting, and looping dialogue if you kept clicking to select them. During sequences where they were all being transported in an airplane, all the icons were covered so you couldn't see the faces anymore, but the selection dialogue still worked. Later in another dream I was cleaning and organizing a closet. Someone else arranged some things wrong and I was annoyed, but I mostly got it finished and was satisfied with my work, at the end there was a lot of room in there, though everything in the closet was very old and not useful to me. This dream had a strong undercurrent of dread, and was actually much more unsettling than any of the other dreams I've described here, which were all fairly pleasant regardless of content. When I was a child I had very frequent and intense nightmares where things would come out of that particular closet to kill me, and I was convinced these things were real and would eventually show up in real life.

>>3084 Today's dream was a little peculiar. Symbolism a little more obscure. For some reason it took place on pancake day in my family home. Everyone suddenly insisted that on pancake day it was tradition to have what was essentially a team deathmatch within the house, but it was all in reality and everyone still felt pain. Initially I was just trying to cause people to disengage, scare them enough so they wouldn't attack. But in this one particular instance an unidentified lady who I've never seen before came after me viciously and I replied with the same vigour, making sure she was dead. But it was all so vivid. I could see the pain in their eyes and quickly became sickened at what I'd done. I tried to make myself some food with little success. I tried to talk to my family again but my brain wouldn't let me see them as some sort of trauma response. I knew they were there, I just couldn't see them. As I was typing this I realised the logical analysis that anyone would draw after reading my past dreams in a row. Sounds like I have a jealous incel brain that expresses itself in peculiar ways. But in this instance no thought of any romantic partners crossed my mind.

Good morning, >>3047 here. I just woke up, so I remember the dream pretty vividly plus I wrote it down >Be walking in a forest with two random guys, can't really remember what they looked like >One of them points to a tree and says that there was a birch tree next to it, which he was going to hang himself on, but lightning struck the tree, so he didn't do it. >Suddenly we're walking on this road surrounded by valleys >I ask one of the guys "What state are we in?", he replies "I don't know, in some midwest state probably". "Makes sense, midwest looks similar to European countries", I say. (For context, I'm from Eastern Europe, I don't know if that statement is true) >We pass a brightly colored yellow house >Once again, suddenly we're at the front of some gas station/bar hybrid type of house >Just standing by the car, one of the dudes hands me some coins for some reason >Comes a family with two kids, not toddlers, maybe around 4-6? >They start playing (?) around our car, suddenly the handbrake goes off and the car starts rolling towards the building's wall >One of the kids was behind the car, no other choice than to walk backwards to the wall for some reason >At the last second I pull the kid towards me, otherwise he/she would've gotten crushed, one of the guys angrily tells the parents not to leave their kids playing around cars next time >We walk in to the building, looks like one of those motorcycle club bars from the inside >One of the guys heads upstairs, I'm a bit behind with the other one >Pass the cash registry, there's a 2 meter, blond haired woman with a red uniform standing behind it >Whisper to myself "Holy fuarrrk" >Dream fades away >Wake up Pretty disappointed how I didn't get to see the ending again, but oh well. Also, sorry if anything doesn't make sense grammatically, I'm still a bit tired at the time of writing.

Can't remember the first part of my dream today. I only know that I was in a factory that did terrible human experiments, and I was one of the test subjects. On the second part of my dream, there was an extremely powerful spirit sealed inside my body, and there was a doctor (that had become my friend) wanted to impede that monster from breaking out, but she accidentally actually helped him, so the spirit destroyed my body and broke free. Then some friends started to fight with him and eventually sealed him again. The third part of my dream was consisted in the fact that I was born but was abandoned by my mother (and didn't have a father), was bullied because of that and one of my siblings (that in my dream wasn't my sibling) started to sing a song about how shole left because I didn't recognize her attempts to raise me, but in the middle of the song she came back and demoralised his entire song (that may have come before the second part). The fourth dream was an out of body experience of me watching one of the antagonistic doctors cleaning the streets using pizza and people finding her strange for that. Today by dreams were very strange.

i had a dream where i was looking for materials to go camping. i looked in a shed nearby, and found a big box of dirty, yellowish cotton balls. i started to unload them into my bag, but at the bottom of the box there was a head, severed at the neck, in a plastic zip-lock bag. it had matted, black hair and pale skin. i didn't see the face, as the head was face-down. next to it was a blue, life-sized doll's head, also face down. there was also another object that i can't recall. i picked the doll's head up by the ear, placed it back in the box and put all the cotton balls back on top, and then woke up.

Layer 37 >in a classroom >full classroom but only remember to my right there was a girl from elementary school >everyone in the classroom was naked >I was bored at what was going on in class and was looking at my computer >a bunch of bizarre webpages kept popping up about all kinds of stuff >news articles that made no sentences and flash games that were pointless >look back up at classroom >everything is gilded >everyone is watching me playing the flash game and the only person that still isn't clothed is me, everyone else is wearing golden clothes >the class is over >my clothes appear on me when I walk out >I'm in a massive industrial complex with golden pipes >everyone is wearing gold except me and another man in the center of the complex >the whole place is covered in steam and people are working this massive factory >the man in the center addresses me and the classroom >he says any ideas we come up with he is allowed to make the money on and he will pay us 12$ an hour for working hard labor >the girl from my elementary school (shes an adult not a kid) completely agrees and speaks for everyone else >Everyone in gold goes off to the side >the boss man (he's wearing a suit and a tophat) tells me to get out if I won't do what he says >I leave >walk onto a massive green field outside of the complex that was really soothing after all the chrome and gold in the factory >my brother is outside to pick me up >I get in and he immediately crashes Layer 38 >at a pier on the ocean >with my best friend >I'm in the water and he's fishing >there is a fish that keeps looking at his bait but won't take it >I grab the fish in the water and hand it up to him >the fish has disgusting eyes and gnarled teeth >he thanks me >he filets it and the meat inside is purple and silty looking and disgusting >before I can truly react I notice a massive adrift yacht about to crash into the pier >grab a rope on the yacht and try to slow it down by swimming >it isn't slowing down enough >right as it's about to collide I wake up The strongest impression it left wasn't emotional but was how intense all the colors are. Trying to remember these dreams makes my mind's eye so bright it gives me a headache. The gold was sickeningly bright and the blue and green were very vibrant as well. >>3087 It's normal for someone important to linger in your mind. It's like mourning. If you don't feel bad at all it's worse than if you feel really bad. Keep trying and the skills will keep improving, you can do it. It's easy to get frustrated with the pace but keep it up and you'll find your stride. Hope your dreams are more pleasant next time. >>3088 That's a wild dream. You don't have to feel guilty about what you do in your dreams, it's like a morbid thought not something you're really consciously choosing to do. You didn't hurt anyone so don't punish yourself over it. If it reminded you of GTA the dream might've just stemmed from memories of GTA itself and not a theme or meaning behind the rampage. I remember when I leveled to 60 in vanilla wow in 2 weeks my dreams were all questing. Might just be a similar type thing. >>3090 The first dream makes me think of starcraft or an RTS. How you can click on things and they'll say their 2 voice lines over and over and you can load troops too. That's really cool. Sorry the 2nd dream was so unsettling. The emotional responses in dreams sometimes don't fit one to one with our emotional responses as we're awake. Cleaning up a closet wouldn't seem to be so terrifying but I can imagine it really can be. So sorry about your nightmare. Im glad you haven't had as many dreams like this as like the others. I wonder if the closet being empty made you think the monster was finally out of it? I'm not sure. It's definitely fascinating. I wish there was a TV channel for live dreams lol. Hopefully that was just a one off scary moment and you'll return to pleasant experiences quickly. >>3091 Don't worry, that interpretation hadn't even crossed my mind. If anything it connects more to the not having control dreams. Being forced to do something you don't want and it making you terribly sad. If you felt rage when you killed the woman it would be different maybe, but getting put into a bad situation and having to fight your way out of it would make me, if I was trying to psychoanalyze you, say you're afraid of being trapped and being betrayed. But I'm not. Lol. Sometimes dreams are just insane. Feeling sickened with the violence is a good thing probably, even if it made the dream feel so awful. But you don't have to feel guilty anymore. It's not your fault. Sorry about the bad dream, I hope it fades soon so you can move onto brighter experiences. >>3092 It's alright. You're writing is perfectly clear. You should see my dream diary scribblings on paper. You're very eloquent with your explanations. That sounds like a nice dream. Some dreams are wandering adventures with no problem or resolution, and stuff just happens around you. Sorry you didn't get a proper ending. I wonder if the mind knows how much time it has left while it's dreaming or if it's just lucky to have a timely resolution. Either way it sounds like you're doing a great job recalling and you're having interesting dreams, so I hope the lack of an ending isn't too discouraging. I'm not sure if the midwest is like Eastern Europe but it probably depends on the area since the midwest is very flat in some places and mountainous in others. >>3093 Sorry. Those dreams sound horrific. Do you have a fear of doctors? The fact it was about doctors doing bad things and hurting you twice feels like more than coincidence. Idk for sure obviously just a thought I had reading. I hope the dreams dont keep ending up so bad for you, that must be really scary. >>3094 That's scary. That would really freak me out if I dreamed that. Sorry you had to experience that. I wonder if the head was supposed to be a voodoo doll or something. Hopefully disturbing imagery like that doesn't creep its way back into your dreams, I'm very sorry it couldn't be something that inspires you or cheers you up instead. Maybe they're fun because it can be either though.

I barely remember anything from this one. I know that my family and I were at this beach town we used to go to during my high school and college years (and which I also hated going to, but went anyway so I wouldn't piss them off, cause another tirade of "all you ever do is stay inside", and risk getting kicked out). With us this time, though, was some girl who looked to be in her early teens. Apparently she was a prodigy who already finished college and was living on her own. Anyway, the one event I remember was that my mom got on my case thinking I was creeping on the girl, since I had gone into the bathroom shortly after she stepped out of it. What she didn't realize, though, was that I left my swim trunks in there and just went to get them.

>>3091 Two separate dreams this time. Both weird and without much overt symbolism. The first had me in this monochrome world that was an alternate version of the Sixties. WWII hadn't ended and Oswald Mosley was PM. He was attempting to rally us against the enemy, it was unclear if it was Germany, but instead I pushed for all of us to liberate Cuba instead? The troop I was in, which included a few of my siblings for some reason, started dancing and Castro came out to congratulate us. The next dream was some apocalyptic scenario. I was in a house and there was something going on outside that made me want to secure my house, possibly a riot. A man passed the window who I assumed was from Sarajevo and asked for a smoke. I motioned that I had no cigarettes and tried to close the door that he was clearly still going to try to open. He managed to barge past me and ignored my protests. My mother and one of her friends came out of nowhere and gave him a cigarette. Telling me that he's quite clearly English. Your guess is as good as mine. Also thanks to the Lain who comments on everyone's dreams. It is nice to hear.

>>3095 >I wonder if the closet being empty made you think the monster was finally out of it? I've had dreams like this before but yeah I think something like that. Along with those nightmares I developed a series of superstitions and rituals about what might prevent or induce the dreams from becoming real. The one that lasted the longest, for over a decade after they ended, was of willingly going to one of several places (including that closet) while dreaming, which felt like it would be some kind of betrayal of the peace and would trigger something horrible to happen. A few years ago I had a series of very memorable and dramatic dreams where I purposely broke that taboo and surrendered myself to the consequences, and the aura of those places in my overarching dream world permanently improved. They still radiate dread, but more dormant, less actively predatory. >>3090 Last night I dreamed I was some kind of secular exorcist, trying to remove ghosts from someone's house. There was a naked woman who lived there crying in a shower, and I brought her a bucket which she vomited in. A fire started on the house just outside the bathroom window, I tried to put it out myself but couldn't. I called a fireman, but he was reluctant because of the ghosts, so I made up something about how the rich owner of the house would bribe him. When he got there though it turned out that the fire was just an illusion made by the ghosts. Each ghost had a different room where it was based, and I went into one room to start getting rid of them. The ghost started attacking my mind and swarming around me, and for a while I was afraid because I lost my memory of how to do the exorcism. I remembered though, the first step was to declare that I was never baptized and am not a Christian, and then to stare at the ghost and authoritatively demand it to leave in various ways, so I did that. The presence of the ghost faded and then flickered out entirely, which surprised me, like I didn't expect it to fully work. Another ghost latched on to my wrist, as a bracelet with sharp bones protruding and moving around, it seemed harmless so I left it there. Outside, there was a large swarm of cats that lived under the roots of a tree, which everyone thought behaved strangely. I interacted with one of the cats, it rubbed its face on my hand and flopped on the ground. The group of cats started off being snakes before the dream retconned them to cats.

Layer 39 >walking into a wooden cabin in the forest >go inside and there's a woman and a young girl there >realize I am the same as the woman (im a woman and we look identical in every way) >the girl looks exactly like a younger version of us >the other woman looks very stressed and afraid >the woman begs me to help her because the child is evil or possessed (she says she didn't know) >shes taking care of her despite her acting so scary >I approach the child and she starts talking in a freaky way in an unsettling language >the stuff starts floating around in the cabin >the door out almost shuts tight and I know some spirit was doing it >I prop myself between the door and the frame so it can't close >it feels like it's crushing me and hurts a lot but I tell the other woman to grab the girl and get out >they get out and the door is going to crush me and I fall back inside the house >An old woman (who looks like the old version of me and the woman) comes out and chases me around the cabin >this goes on for a while and it scares me a lot >the woman and girl get the door open and we all escape the cabin together >the old woman version of us runs out the door and chases us >we run for a long time and hide under a tarp to try to lose her >when we get inside we see she's already under the tarp >we ran for a really long time and when I woke up we were on top of a snowy mountain peak Really weird dream. That dream was really vivid and left too strong of an impression to remember my other dreams. The being a woman thing wasn't sexual the only time it mattered was the door slamming on me hurt my boob. Really fuarkan weird dream. >>3096 Does your mom think you're a creep? Do you worry she does? Sorry about that dream, reminds me of the other lainon's >>3045 That must have been a super uncomfortable dream, I'm sorry. Being misunderstood and blamed for things you didn't do is terrible. Sometimes random dreams come out of nowhere and make you feel bad for no reason. >>3097 I figure if symbolism is overt you've probably thought about the issues a bunch of times. No harm in having wild experiences that are hard to link to philosophy of life. Your first dream sounds awesome. The world would be a much better place if battles were dance battles lol. That was a fact about king cobras I thought was awesome they compete by dancing because their bites kill each other. Your 2nd dream seems like it's recurring people do stuff despite your wishes and prove you wrong. My best guess with recurring themes like this would be you have confidence issues and don't trust your own judgement. You keep getting undermind (get it). Sorry, the pun was irresistible. Of course I'm an internet retard so take my musings with a pint of salt. I hope that if I'm right though those feelings will go away and you'll realize your true competency. I just figure I should respond to let people see that their dreams are read and their entries are appreciated. >>3098 That's interesting. Even in dreams facing your fears helped. Must have been awful for a while but once you conquered it I'm happy your dreams became less haunted by the shadows. You have a good recollection of your dreams. I know that dreams retcon for me too but its hard to remember them. Sounds like we both had haunted house dreams last night. That's quite interesting, even if coincidental. In its own right your dream is quite interesting. I couldn't make heads or tails of it if you asked me, but it's an interesting story and hopefully as entertaining to experience as it was to read.

>>3099 >>3097 It is nice to know they are read and to get some psychoanalysis every evening. Keep doing what you're doing. It's certainly appreciated. Unfortunately we are running thin on the ground for content today. Headache and fitful sleep led to only a brief generic "soykaf I've lost my teeth" dream. Charmless Man by Blur was playing in my head at the time in my dreamscape too. Draw from that what you want but my natural instinct is that I associate Damon Albarn as having a certain crooked but cute smile.

I had really poor sleep last night and had to wake up early so I barely got any details in this dream. I had some and they felt vivid but the memories don't form in my mind if I'm tired when I wake up. Layer 40 >in a town >it's completely abandoned >I'm looking for someone but I'm also hiding from someone >I'm worrying when I see a person if I will greet them or hide from them >>3100 It's alright. Not every dream needs to be rich and deep. Some times real life needs priority! the teeth falling out of head dream is interesting. It's very common and I'm not sure why. I remember in a Terry Davis stream he said something I thought was really interesting. He said your teeth are the biggest reminders of our mortality because if we lose them they're gone. That said the teeth dream is so common my predistposition would be that it's some sort of biological mechanism. I just figure across many cultures there wouldn't be the same image and it is probably about as symbolic as being chased where it's just a feeling being anthropomorphized. Just my vague opinion on the matter though, I've thought about it before when I got those dreams. I hadn't heard that song until you brought it up, it's quite nice. What your gut tells you about why you experience something in your dreams is probably the best guess there is. Its good that you know where to draw the line between association and symbolism. That's a super valuable skill in general.

I was out getting groceries. When I got to the checkout, though, very few lanes were open. The one I was in was getting held up by some lady doing god-knows-what. Eventually the staff sees the long lines and gets some people to open more lanes, allowing me to finally pay for my stuff and go. As I got close to exiting the store, I noticed this venue near the entrance, and inside the venue was this band my friends and I like to go to. They themselves weren't playing, instead they were taking auditions for people to join them. I didn't try out; I have a keyboard but I've barely practiced on it, plus keyboardists are a dime a dozen anyhow. But on the stage I did notice pieces of a laptop that, for whatever reason, I assumed to be my friend's. So I started gathering them up. The band's lead singer helped out a little too, pointing out any pieces he could see from his chair, but I couldn't make out where he was pointing.

>>3100 >>3101 That sense of the biological and primal burgeoning into our dreams is what got me into Jung. The entire thing is so fascinating. You really hit the nail on the head when you called it a feeling anthropomorphised. But one again, only a vague notion of a dream when I woke up. Something in my head about conjoined twins? I'm putting my lack of recollection down to extreme tiredness, lack of rumination upon last night's dream, and being on a computer to the moment I fall asleep. Anything you or anyone else has done beside journalling to improve recall?

Today I dreamt that I was in high school, and I went to a "resort" with classmates and a few old friends. The first part was basically me playing around in that resort. In the second part, I watched a VHS tape that basically summed up my life in elementary school, talking about old classmates, my life, speculations of how we would be and what we would become when we grew up. I felt in incredible amount of nostalgia. The third part of the dream was still in this resort, and there was someone that tried to program a game that simulated real life. I made a piece of code that basically was that (and for some reason I remember specifically coding the guns), but he ignored it, and eventually we discovered that he was dead long ago, that was just remaining data lingering the world.

Slept for 16 hours. There's a lot of details in this dream but the connections were vague at times Layer 40 >at my elementary school >I'm in charge of doing something with a projector >talking with my friends >get a copy of a school newspaper >it thanks people for helping with stuff >see if my name is there for the projector but instead a bunch of gibberish is scribbled there >go to the projector and tons of people there are dead and their eyes are ruptured with blood streaming down >don't look at the projector and turn it off >a man comes up to me but I forget what he says >I get really scared and hide under a bench because he wants to catch me Layer 41 >there's a husband and a wife in an apartment >they get a note from somebody that they might or might not get killed >the man warns his wife about this >all of a sudden someone opens the door >4 foot tall bald pale man >punches the husband and he goes flying back >shoots the wife between the eyes >shoots the husband in the chest and leaves >the bodies disappear >I appear out of thin air in the apartment >run out the door and chase the murderer >jump down from a balcony to change them and dream changes Layer 42 >have a sword >stuck inside an evil cult's base >they have a lot of slaves >see the leader man >he has a giant bodyguard with a thick sword and a bucket of ashes >he sprinkles the ashes on a slave and they turn to dust instantly and die >the bodyguard asked him how he killed him and said he thought people only died in a certain mountain >he tells the bodyguard the ashes were from there so he can kill people anywhere >I approach them and the bodyguard gets between us to fight >we hit each other a lot and it hurt >when I got hit by him I would go flying across the room but his blade wasn't cutting me >my blade stotpped as soon as it hit him like a wooden board >the fight went on for a long time until I got a thrust in his belly and he fell over >the head guy starts yelling and makes a bunch of cuts on his back on the ground and sprinkles the ashes into it >he gets up and this time he looks ghoulish and his eyes are an unnatural color >I think no way I can beat him so I run up as fast as I can to the priest and kill him and run away Layer 43 >I'm in an icy cave linked to a man made structure >there's a massive door I need to get through >it's really cold >I have to get out to do something important >I start hitting the ice to crack it with my hands but behind the ice is steel >I crack the ice and my knuckles start bleeding >next is steel door blocking the way >I start to tear the steel off with my hands >now my fingers and palms are bleeding and raw in a lot of areas and my fingernails are ripped off >next is just snow >just dig through the snow gently because my hands were so torn >about to make it to the other side >wake up I should say even though it's real pain in the dreams it's not so bad and isn't disturbing or discouraging. I reread this and it sounds like a bad night of dreaming but it all fascinated me so it was pretty good overall. >>3102 Cool dream. I didn't know keyboardists were less desired than other types of musician. People holding up lanes is frustrating irl, sorry it found its way into your dream. It's good you helped your friend pick his stuff up, that's really nice of you. Hope the 2nd part of the dream was comfy even though I assume picking up all the pieces was tedious. >>3104 I think out of everyone Jung was the most cognizant of his purpose and he did his work a favor by trying not to reduce the human spirit to a cold science. I think that's made him age much better than many of his contemporaries. Sorry about your tiredness interrupting, the same happens to me when I am very exhausted. Conjoined twins are super interesting, I'm sure something cool was going on upstairs. To improve my recall, I have done a few small things that I'm not sure how much they help. I sleep on my side, and before I fall asleep I breathe and remind myself I need to remember my dreams. Once I wake up I think to myself what happened in my dreams and then I write down notes about them all that are more abridged than these posts, just rough markers to link to the memory. I hope you can figure out a method that works for you. >>3105 That's a really cool dream. I hope it was cool. Mind blow ending, relaxing and feeling a lot of nostalgia. Seems pretty nice all in all in terms of a nice dream to have. Are you really into guns, or did you program them for no apparent reason? The ending makes me think of SEL. Cool dream overall, happy you could remember it and thank you for sharing.

>>3098 I dreamed I was spying on my neighbor as an astral projection ghost, I floated out from my bed and through the walls and saw him leave for work. I thought it was probably just a dream so I looked out the window and memorized details of the building across the street so I could confirm; it was a yellow prefab box house with a small white window (does not exist). Before that dream I remember being almost woken up because my neighbor dropped something on the floor, but it's kind of blurred together so I'm not sure if that really happened.

>>3104 >>3107 Thanks for your advice. It seems basic but just repeating to myself beforehand about my need to recall my dreams seemed to help me tonight! My first dream was quite pleasant. Permanent sunset in my hometown, me and my friends are cycling around a specific area. This isn't necessarily a memory, we never did this when we all lived there. My father was there also. Lots of irrelevant detail. Bottom line is that this seemed like a pleasurable and vivid experience to counteract the failure to recall anything yesterday. My second dream was a little more mysterious. I was in a cold misty room, pretty much a cell, with a very high ceiling. It was dark and only a pale light made its way through a circular old window above me. For some reason there was a pineapple on the floor. Then all of a sudden I am shot through the head; the bullet came from in front of me and through the wall or the window. The angle would make the window seem likely but I cannot remember glass breaking. Either way the second one is certainly interesting. Pineapples are somewhat evocative of childhood as they relate to a childhood nickname, but there's still more symbolism to question. And as always, your dreams are so bloody fascinating. What do you think of the last one? Any intuition as to what the ice, steel, and snow symbolise/represent?

I was in bed for 10 hours but only got 2 of sleep. I remember at one point in night because I was laying in bed in total dark I had a bunch of visions that were cool while I was awake. There were a bunch of geometrical patterns like little squares and triangles linked together in shape that were gray over the black backdrop and they swirled around. Then I saw a bright yellow circle in the center of my vision and then a bright blue circle inside the yellow circle. It made up for not having dreams I could remember from lack of sleep. >>3108 Hey that's pretty cool you lucid dreamed. Grats! Its fun being a little dream ghost. It's like having noclip. That's really interesting how it ended. I wonder if you heard a sound and injected it into the dream or if it was all in your head. Either way it's a quick way to feel wakeful I hope! I'm happy this one wasn't so disturbing in themes, I hope it felt as tranquil as it sounds by description. >>3111 I'm happy the first one was so pleasant. That's superb. Hopefully the 2nd one wasn't as painful as the 1st was uplifting. I can't rightly say I have a guess I'd feel good about suggesting to the meaning of the second. It feels like there might be something buried in it but I'm clueless as to what. I'm really happy the mindful remembering trick worked. I was trying to think of a pineapple nickname for a while and I can't. The association is really interesting though, if you drew it immediately you're probably looking in the right place for meaning. I'm not sure about my last dream. That day I stubbed my toe and ripped my toenail off, so it could've just been a reaction to that. I remember feeling really proud of myself as I was doing that though, tearing through the ice and metal I mean. I was approaching something, not running from something. If I had to say what it means to me I'd say it's a reminder for myself to not be too stubborn. That's a problem I have and I've really hurt myself to prove a point before. Is that what my subconscious decided to tell me when I had that dream? Probably not. But if you can turn an anecdote into a fable why not try, right?

>>3112 >>3111 Stubbornness is something I have a problem with too. Or so I've been told. But I'm glad your mind is guiding you in such a positive fashion. Also the pineapple nickname is just that, pineapple; I won't go into any explanations but it was amongst many nicknames. Tonight was a little vague. I was convinced to go to a club which simultaneously seemed to be a student strike for my university. There was some political element that manifested itself in the Vice-chancellor coming to make a speech, attempting to quell any action. Out of the crowd came someone I used to know who I found extremely annoying and made me miserable for a few years, talking back to the chancellor's attempts at appeasement. Everyone instantly soured on that person and simultaneously the idea but carried out the strike/party anyway. All I can get is that it's perhaps an expression of a whole lot of annoyance I felt yesterday?

>>2996 Today I also can't remember much. On the first dream I was friends with a Buddhist that had a girlfriend. The girlfriend was betraying him constantly with his best friend, so he choose to become blind to "purify his sins". And it worked, and it turned out that his friend was an insufferable person on purpose, because he wanted to see that person suffer for no apparent reason. The second dream was that I became a serial killer, of dogs (I would never kill a dog if not for self-defence irl). I also vaguely remember there was a third dream related to a satanic ritual and a fourth that I can't remember anything about.

I was playing some old computer game, a text-based RPG that took place in a post-apocalyptic world with cyberpunk-like technology. Apparently the game was written in another language and translated to English later on, but the translation was spotty and there was one word that went untranslated. This word appeared several times and served as an iconic word for the game, in that if you googled it you'd get nothing but results for the game. Anyway, I don't remember much besides the survival aspect. To heal, you had to lie down and cuddle with a gynoid for a few hours, but it would drain a point of her energy every time. So you had to gather resources to keep her energized, so you can keep your health up. That's the only mechanic I recall, there might have been combat but I don't know. Later, the events of the game started happening outside of it. Governments were collapsing left and right, bandits were popping up, and survival became harder and harder. I remember trying to seek out some neutral zone called New Tokyo, where if you tried to attack someone, your vision would get replaced with a blue screen reading "AGGRESSIONS NOT PERMITTED" for a few seconds, then you'd be teleported to the outside of town. The dream ended not long after I arrived there, I remember it being much cleaner than the rest of the world. I seemed to be slightly aware that this was a dream, too. When I was playing the game, I remember thinking "I swear this game exists in real life". If I remembered that iconic word, I would have looked it up.

>wake up as the hot tomboy trashpanda >Oh no, I must get to the bike riding contest soon! >billboards advertising the contest are everywhere >go through a park, the grass is green, flowers are blooming, you can hear the distant sounds of kids playing and birds singing, a truly beautiful spring day >On a dark green bench near a trashcan lies an enormously big orange grapefruit and a ball-shaped lemon >The grapefruit is soft, seems to be old >Three playful dogs, one of them being a wiener dog come to me with an undefined owner >Decide to feed the dogs with the grapefruit >The grapefruit vanished instantly after feeding the dogs, but my hands are still sticky from its juice >Decide to lick my hands >Think the grapefruit may have been poisoned >wake up with boner Why?

Took a bunch of naps. My sleep isn't making a lot of sense recently. Sorry if my dreams lack depth but they're more vivid and less long Layer 44 >watching a youtube channel I like >they are pointing at a giant indian man and calling him stinky >I found it really funny in the dream Layer 45 >rub my face >all my skin gets gently pulled off like soft butter >look at my hands >can't find them >look around for them and the dream crashes Layer 46 >see 2 illuminati members talking to each other >it's like the deus ex intro >they tell me the masses are acting how they are wanted too >I try to speak to them but I can't >someone tells me about a chinese looking doctor who disappeared and how his account of what's happened is a controlled lie >think I'm woke and stuff Layer 47 redacting some details >played a game of chess and won >am told too bad you're aren't a savant and you're better off dead >start laughing with my opponent extra context might not help make it make more sense Layer 48 >in a massive empty place with spires >it's very orange and there are cyclones everywhere >interacting with somebody >forget who now >tells me that I'm not doing a good job at all >I say thats kinda mean >realize we're playing counter strike >I have the bomb >I see the bomb site but it's too far away and we're almost out of time >I throw the bomb and if it lands on the site it'll count like it's basketball or something >It lands short >a ton of voices laugh at me >>3118 Sounds like a pain sorry. Annoying dreams suck, probably one of the most 1 to 1 emotions with the real thing in dreams. It is like kicking dead whales down the beach but it's hard to draw stuff sometiomes. I'm no good at telling. I can't think of a reason your mind would frustrate you if it's trying to be compelling. >>3119 Sounds quite macabre. Sorry about that, I hope it wasn't really disturbing. I don't make any assumptions about people based on their dreams, don't worry about people here doing that we got your back. More than anything I deeply appreciate your being genuine. It's funny how sometimes we remember dreams but no details. Like a counting rolls of film but only being able to play some back. Making up for sins and no eyes is such a strong motif. It's cool. Justice is blind and it has nothing to do with Oedipus Rex but people always wrap back around to that idea in one way or another through cultures. I think it's really cool, sorry that the dreams were such bummers. >>3120 That sounds really cool. What a shame you can't remember the name! Was the word a kanji or something you couldn't easily docode or is the momory simply faded. The tokyo part makes me wonder. It's pretty cool you just instantly dismissed what you were seeing as not actually real. Shows high awareness in your dreams. That's really good. >To heal, you had to lie down and cuddle with a gynoid for a few hours, but it would drain a point of her energy every time. So you had to gather resources to keep her energized, so you can keep your health up. I feel compelled to make a joke about this game being called marriage. Sorry. Kinda funny you added the detail about it being clean in Tokyo, my dad went to Tokyo and he told me he really liked how clean it was there. Tangental but cool it's based on reality in your dream, especially if you didn't have knowledge of that, of course maybe you probably did. If you didn't though random snippets of things you shouldn't know make me feel better about the pursuit of dream remembering. >>3121 Some boners are better left ignored. I'd chalk it up to morning wood if I were you. It's like astronauts looking at space sometimes. Sorry the dream took such a dark turn right at the end, sounds like it was pretty pleasant right up until the last few moments. Everybody's killing dogs, that's a little sad lol. I'm surprised how loose our bodies are in our dreams. Nobody ever talks about this. I don't know if it's sampling badly or if people just don't know they have these dreams or don't talk about these dreams. I think it's super cool.

>>3108 I dreamed about playing Halo, on a server with a deathmatch gamemode, starting with the sniper rifle by default and no other weapons, and the Ghost as the only vehicle. In another dream I was getting a blowjob while riding a raft down a canyon. Then immediately after a dream about meticulously arranging a bowl of beans and rice. These two scenes felt very closely connected, like they were representing the same thing or part of the same process. Later I had a lucid dream that started with seeing my father walk through a solid wall. I walked through the same patch of wall and ended up in a building with a low ceiling, wide hallways, lots of rooms, a blue glow to everything and murals on the floor. There were lots of people around who were apparently immortal and had been there a very long time. I asked one of them some questions >is it possible to get back to this place later? >yes >how? >hard to say >is it because there's a lot of context I don't have to understand the answer? >yes I left and tried to return later in the dream the same way, but the second time it was a fundamentally different place, the biggest difference was that everyone was compelled to act out sitcom tropes all the time.

>>3118 >>3125 That's a brilliant mix of funny and interesting anon. I nerd to get napping again so I can have Layer 44-esque dreams. Annoyance is very potently translated I agree. Last night was very vague and I have the feeling I forgot a few details. Anyway, I'm by an industrial tower next to a marsh and a river, with a bridge running over. It's night time but the stars and moon provide decent illumination. A relative is on the bridge and we are shouting to each other, laughing and joking while we both wave. Then I spin around and see me immediate family and then get struck with the fact that my sister is the product of an affair. This didn't come as a surprise to me in the dream. As if it had always been. That isn't the case in waking life, and doesn't translate to any distance between us that can be explained away through genetic difference. My brain just did a funny.

Last night: I don't remember the events that lead to me looking at myself in a mirror, but when I did, I was shocked to find an incredibly ugly, almost inhuman face, with unkempt, thin hair and beady, soulless eyes. The skin was covered in bumps, had a leathery texture, almost red, the forehead was huge, and the under bite of the jaw was so pronounced that I couldn't close my mouth, leaving what was left of the crooked, yellow and black teeth to constantly be on display. I woke up and felt my face to make sure that it hadn't changed from it's normal, average appearance hadn't changed.

>>3131 You just think it is average. The dream was reality trying to wake you up.

Layer 49 >there's a doctor >talking to me >I can't do anything just kinda moved around following >the doctor is lobotomizing people by sticking some tool into the front of their head >he's trying to convince me it's really cool >this is taking place at a park >the first two people he lobotomizes are completely normal and just kaf their pants and veg out after it happens >third person is clearly insane >after he gets his brain poked he tries to convince me too that it's good >tell them to leave me alone >walk in the area around the park for a while and dream ends Layer 50 >king kong destroying a huge place >in a bridge by the ocean >see an old man running from king kong >decide I need to stop him >make the bridge explode with my mind >king kong can swim and he swims away >go into the water to try to save the old man but he's drowned >feel bad because I killed him Layer 51 >in a shootout >mafia boss talking to me like he's my friend >assume I'm with him >shootout against stereotypical Jamaicans >shoot my gun and I don't hit anyone >throw away my gun and charge them >gore them all really badly with my bare hands >they shoot me but the bullets aren't affecting me >their arms are ripping off like paper >kill 4 of them this way and everything is covered in blood >all of a sudden the bullets register in my body >I'm completely paralyzed and the mafia boss has been dead for a long time I'm realizing >sitting in a pool of blood and there's one more Jamaican >he tells me is a pacifist and he can't shoot me normally becasue of this >he says he has to cause the shot with his mouth >puts bullet in his mouth and tries to ignite it >another bullet falls to the blood and I lick it up in the blood >still can't move my limbs >I try to ignite it and kill him >neither of us can figure out how to do it >I spark it on my canine tooth and the bullet shoots but it hits me >up through the roof of my mouth and out of my eye >my eye gets shot out but it doesn't kill me >the Jamaican gets really frustrated and pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the head and dies >sit in the blood for a while and wake up Uh weird dreams, lol. The last dream was exceptionally painful, which is like kicking dead whales down the beach a little. >>3128 Sounds like really cool dreams. With the master chief collection I've been replaying Halo on legendary and it's a lot of fun. Do you like sniper only and play that way? I remember playing those a lot in custom games. It's really funny how sometimes there are connections that are clear to our dreaming minds but not our waking ones. You'd think we'd be less intuitive asleep than awake if it's when we're resting. Your 3rd dream is very interesting. Sorry you couldn't get back, hopefully you saw enough on the first trip to know it well. That's a cool lucid dream. I hope it was pleasant to experience. >>3130 That's very interesting. I find the idea you're by a bridge between industrial land and wildderness. Almost like a rift between the natural and unnatural. It doesn't have to be thematic just striking imagery. I think the nice thing about dreams is we can relinquish logic. Logic is just a tool we use but in dreams it doesn't need to exist. That's quite interesting about your sister. Was the funny from something you saw or heard or just something out of the blue? >>3131 That's terrible, sorry about that. Literally the dream might mean you have a poor self-image. Like some portrait of Dorian Gray of how you believe you are. Obviously not true, just more negative than you deserve to appear to yourself. I hope you stop getting dreams like that, they suck. I get dreams similar sometimes and just wish they'd go away. Sorry you had such an strong nightmare, I hope your experiences are more pleasant for you next time you sleep.

>>3133 >>3130 By 'the funny' I just meant my brain was being nonsensical and void of logic as you say. But since then I've had two very vivid dreams. They both include lots of personal detail which would require too much explaining but the interesting theme is that these all occur at sunset. The first had a scene that didn't need much explaining; my home town was flooded but the evening sun illuminated the water in a brilliant mix of oranges and purples. The second dream had some symbolism before which I'm perfectly aware of and don't need to share. But after those events I emerged into a reasonably populated area which had a football pitch in the middle of it, flanked by waist-height white poles. Suddenly I do a reality check and know I'm dreaming. Classic thing where everything has incredible clarity. But then it starts fading to I stare at my hand and say "stabilise". I repeat this process several times before I hop the fence and try to manifest somebody which crashes the dream in seconds.

>>3133 The weird thing is I've barely even played Halo since the first one, it was a really long time ago. >>3128 Last night I dreamed I was eating at a food court type restaurant, and someone eating near me had ordered one of those ultra expensive novelty dishes. It was a roasted animal with the head of a bird and a snake body covered in feathers, and was apparently an extinct animal that had been dead and preserved for 1000 years. They offered me some since there was too much to eat themselves, so I tried to find a part that looked like it would have some meat on it, and cut a bit off the neck. It was extremely dry and not good at all, as expected. In another dream I was getting on a plane. I had brought a book, and for some reason a TSA agent takes my book and writes something in it with a marker before giving it back, which surprised and confused me, I meant to read what she wrote later to see what it was about. Her attitude towards me seemed friendly and nonthreatening, but it's such a rude thing to do so it was strange, at first I thought I was in trouble for something but she said it's fine and that's not it. She even wrote it on top of a page in the middle of the book, not the front or back. The plane itself was huge and mostly empty, and flew close to the ground dodging obstacles, the g-forces were pretty big.

I vaguely remember my dream today. In the first part I was Corona (not the virus, Corona is a recurring entity that appears in my dreams either in the form of a human or of a white cat, and he seems to represent time itself, and generally when he appears I am him) in the form of a cat. Other two dreams were inside an FPS. In the second I don't remember what happened, the third I entered a game for switch lite (that doesn't exist), and the fourth was a dungeon exploration, and I remember I was a woman and was in a group with 2 other women, and eventually I became a powerful Valkyrie. The first dream had no connection to the other 3, probably because I woke up after the first dream.

>>3140 Nigga you have an actual animal spirit guide? dats cool as fuarrrk! There is a lot of religious and spiritual mythology that relates to cats, but in certain wicca beliefs, you are to follow such dream guides to find some kind of enlightenment.

>>3140 Oh, forgot to change my name, again. That post was made by me. >>3141 Well thanks a lot, but what do you mean by "follow"? You mean follow his actions? Because since I am Corona in most of my dreams, I cannot follow him physically.

Layer 52 >had a sleep paralysis >suddenly feel awake and scared >see 1920's Nosferatu looking vampire standing over me >he has bright red eyes >I can't move >he bites me and I feel pain in my neck >the pain is a hot pain like putting boiled wool on your neck >I am very afraid >finally the paralysis ends and I throw my hands over my neck and get out of bed Layer 53 redacting sorry Layer 54 >locked in a room >it's totally white and there are no walls >if I try to approach a wall it goes away >Time by Pink Floyd is playing >look at my hands >I'm old >it's time for me to die I can tell >dream ends before I do >>3136 This dream sounds really beautiful. I'm happy you got some nice color. Really comfy. Sorrry the reality check broke everything down. I know what you mean. It's really lame when you get interrupted. Yeah you don't have to share stuff that's not productive or comfortable to share. Seriously thank you for posting. >>3138 That's kinda funny. When you can tell something happened in your dream that isn't making sense. Like the other lainon I think it's an important step to lucid dreaming. So I hope that if you want to lucid dream that's progressing at a satisfactory pace. The first dream reminds me of those rich people that went out and ate that wooly mammoth that was preserved. >>3140 Cool dreams. It's interesting your dreams weren't in your body. I find those experiences neat. Corona just means crown so maybe it had something to do with a king. I hope your dreams were as fun as they sound to have happen.

Today I dreamed that I was alone in a fast forest, and that civilization was gone and I had to rebuild it. Then I slowly encountered other people (including my parents, people that do not exist in real life and a youtuber called Shiey (I even talked with him for a bit)), and I don't remember much about it. I remember there was a point that I encountered my house, me and some people had a big dinner, and probably the most memorable moment of my dream was that at the start people could hear "god" talking with them, and sometimes followed his instructions. However, I encountered a woman, I didn't know if she was dead or alive, lying on the ground (unfortunately it wasn't that woman, I even thought "oh, it isn't [redacted], what a bummer" (although she doesn't exist in real life I will have to redact her name, sorry), although maybe another time I will talk a little bit more about her), and I went to tell others. I even asked "where is God?" because I wanted to ask if she was alive. Since he did not respond, I went to ask my friends. And they looked at me as if they were confused and said "what woman?", so I looked at her and she was gone, and I realized I suffered from schizophrenia, I placed my hands as if covering my face and I let out a terrifying cry, looked around again and now the environment had changed, it was like before but with so many things that I couldn't see before, presumably that did not exist. I can't remember my other two dreams, but I don't think they were that important

The only thing I remember was these two rap lines right before I woke up: >you get your dick sucked for making an RPG >but you rip off more music than RP3

I've been really tired and I slept a lot and had many dreams. I can't remember even most of them. Layer 55 >it's pouring rain >I'm under a covering and sleeping >hear the drops and look around >get up and look around >there are people and I talk with them >I see a dog and pet its wet head >the rain is getting cold >not sure if I'm lost Layer 56 >at a train station >there is a special train that only lucky people get to ride on >I was just going to take a normal train >in a corner of the terminal and they call out names for ticket winners >my name is called for the lucky train >I don't know for sure if I waited too long >can't say it any more because I've waited too long and I'm shy >start having a panic attack and try to leave >get in an elevator >there are people in the elevator >freaking out and start to calm down >the people don't notice me >the elevator never gets off and the dream ends Layer 57 >at a movie theater with family members >one of the most common things I do outside as a social activity >we go into the theater >see a trailer and that trailer announces a new movie is out >I wanted to see the movie that was about to play more but everyone runs out to the other theater with the new movie >family leaves before saying anything to me >I try to follow them >for some reason the whole theater has money bars on its low roof >I climb around the theater without my feet touching the ground >find family getting drinks >I don't want a drink >they tell me I should have got a drink (happened day before irl) Layer 58 >riding on a road >someone I don't know is driving >there is roadkill everywhere on the road >dead cats, possums, deer, dogs >makes me sad >we get out of the car and I start wandering the wilderness >find a beautiful well kept garden >there's a massive fountain >I think this is so beautiful but I'm not supposed to be here >made me sad this empty place was being wasted >a big dog comes out and says hi to me >I say hi to the dog but I'm not supposed to pet him I think >he carries himself too nobly to be pet >he says it's alright we're here >thank him and wander from the lush garden to a hilly yellow plains >find a river and go down the hill to swim in it >touch the water and the dream ends Layer 59 >at a road near a beach >my mom is there >she sees a bat in a tree and is afraid >it's a very bright day >I say just because the bat is ugly doesn't mean it's mean >the bat flies down and lands on my shoulder like a bird >he's very soft and nice >I let him ride on my shoulder but when we get to a set of stairs I set him on a rail and he flies away >mom is gone at this point >I go down to the shore and pick up a stick that turns out to be a magic staff >there are two unconscious people on the shoreline >an evil mermaid and her goon >I detain them with a spell but then a voice of a wizard from the staff tells me to kill them >I turn the staff into a sword and cut the mermaid's head off and she explodes into a red paste >I turn my attention to the good and he apologizes for being evil and says the staff is right >he tells me who he is and I feel sorry for him >can't swing strong enough to kill him >slash him in the face a bunch of times and cut very deep into him but he won't die >he is still very friendly with me >for what seems like a really long time I'm trying to destroy him >finally get a deep cut in the back of his neck and I feel he's gonna die >wake up form dream >>3148 Sorry about that dream. It sounds really sad. I'm interested as to who she is and it piques my curiosity but I won't prod. It's interesting society had collapsed again in your dreams. I guess it's a common theme. That's kind of funny in your dream everyone is talking with God but you were the schizophrenic. Reminds me of the cliche I'm not crazy everyone else is. If everyone else is crazy I must be, the converse, is probably true. Anyways I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Your dream sounds really sad and I'm sorry. Hopefully some cheery stuff comes through your mind. It's probably just as well you forget the dreams that aren't important. We can only take so much back. >>3149 Rap god. Keep it up! It just needs time and good sleep habits and you can remember more!

Hello once again, >>3047 and >>3092 here I haven't been sleeping properly for this last week, but today I went to sleep at somewhat reasonable time and finally saw something. I'd say I saw about 3-4 dreams, but I only have glimpses of them, so I think it wouldn't be that interesting to talk about those. I also got abruptly got woken up by my alarm, which I ignored, so maybe that helped with having more dreams? Not so sure. Dream 3 then, I suppose. >Walking in a city >Starting to reach the suburb(?) part of the city, pass an old classmate who I went to school with when I was a young kid (She looked the same as she did back then, so I must've been a kid in that dream) >Don't pay much attention to her, just keep a mental reminder that I saw her >Keep walking, reach the outskirt of the city >See a female lion on the road which would leave the city >Get a bit frightened >Look behind me, see my classmate again, next (or in front of her) are a male lion and a lion puppy >Out of nowhere, the classmates dog summons in front of the female lion >The lions all move to the dog, it jumps but it doesn't get attacked >Another dog appears to the right of us >The female (or could've been the male one, don't remember) launches at it >Hear a loud scream >Some scrawny old bus driver comes, says "This is my dog", takes the dog with him to his bus >The lions go to the classmate >Confusingly look back at all of them and continue my walking This might be one of the oddest dreams I've had.

I don't remember much of my dreams today, but well, I' ll try my best. The dream was divided into two parts: one was in the earth and one was in a giant futuristic space station. I don't remember which one came first chronologically and the connection between then, but I think the earth part came first. I can only remember there were some aliens that everyone was afraid of, and then I encountered one of them (they were small creatures that looked like dark rabbits without the front legs) and felt fear, but reunited courage and said "nice to meet you", and they ran into my direction. I thought they were going to attack me but they said in a crying voice something along the lines of "thank you for accepting us". Then they changed into a human form (they were somewhat dark skinned and they were actually pretty hot and did not use shirts. After that we became really good friends. Then I remember me going to a karaoke with other friends (although none of us sang) and finding an old windows 95 (probably a reference to a video from Shiey, the youtuber that I mentioned before, that in one of his explorations (this time inside an abandoned factory) he found an old windows 95), I left the karaoke and on the entrance I found the aliens going into the karaoke and they invited me to go with them. I refused because I had just gotten out of the karaoke, and then talked about a friend (possibly an alien) about the windows 95 I found, and we had a good laugh about the situation. I remember I did some other things with the aliens, but I can't remember them. The second part was inside an ultra-technological space station. I don't remember but possibly the administrator of the space station was evil. But I remember in the first part fighting against many robots and grunts, then I remember arriving at the sector of which the evil doctor that took care of research was. I don't remember what he was researching, but eventually we overthrew him from his position and in his place we put an old math/physics teacher (I really liked him, so maybe that's why), and he changed completely what was being researched to something less exploitable and "dangerous". The space station was composed of many "branches", like branches of the root of a plant. And the places that were the intersection of many other branches had a "control room" that allowed you to detach or attach branches, and I don't remember why but I detached one of the branches. On second part of this second part I got lost in the more central part of the space station, also more inside it, and ridiculously resistant robots were following me, probably because I wasn't allowed there. Then, after a good time running through sections and corridors, I saw an old lady entering a room, and I don't remember if I entered there forcefully or if she invited me, to help me escape the robots. The important thing is, I entered, and found a small (really small) comfy room composed of a bed, a sink and toilet, and there was also another old woman inside the room. Both were really gentle. I excused myself for any problems I may have caused and talked with them, and they told me about their lives, and I remember being happy there, I really liked them, i felt a little bit sad when I left (either because things were solved or because I couldn't stay there forever). Some other things happened and I woke up, and slept again, and had a small dream traveling to either [redacted] or [redacted], on a really expensive hotel, and everyone was worried about the coronavirus but we went anyways. All of my dreams were pretty vivid today. I'm pretty happy about them overall, except the last one, not because it was sad but I had this strange but faint felling inside me while inside the dream. I also find it really interesting that, although I find the second dream fascinating so not that sad, the earth part was overall much "happier" than the first one. It's like the first one was blissful knowledge and he other showed a much different version of knowledge, and inside it showed many other types of knowledge. (pics related, closes images I could find. In the corridor imagine the corridors are more "round" and the black is aquamarine, and on room picture imagine the style was similar to the corridor's) >>3150 Now that you mention the fall of civilization is becoming a common theme on my dreams, and if you consider the dreams I had today, civilization in general. Maybe it is because of the virus, but I wonder why. Also, to answer your question, I am not afraid of doctors although I don't trust psychologists (but I don't think that influenced my dreams until now).

>>3112 >colors i can't remember almost any of my dreams, and idk if i want to because dreams are freaking weird (being naked and stuff like that) something i wanted to say though... something i noticed is purple colors sometimes i start seeing things when i'm on the edge between awakeness and sleep, and sometimes there is purple like a neon purple glow but what's cool is that i can see it now if i want all you have to do is blink your eyes super fast (like subconsciously; if you do it deliberately it's too slow), and believe it's there, and then you see it super-blink, believe you see it, maybe look for it, and bam super cool not necessarily purple though, really can be anything i think, at least for geometric stuff (think colors, shapes, spirals and so on) idk if you can intentionally believe though, this is deep, i mean it kinda just happens.... belief is undeliberate... idk... i think as a general rule though, don't expect, it's not mechanical, let me test this, just relax yeah, i just did the blinky thing then i kept my eyes closed and relaxed, it's like jelly fish neon deep purple dots floating around very cool, dk what to make of it also some other semi-subtle (2d geometrical pattern) stuff in background, moving and morphing (changing/expanding/contracting/shifting/etc), geometrical stuff, maybe an idea would be the pulsating shapes they use in these videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM7SZ5SBzyY a nice concept is things being there but not being there, like you're aware of it but if you try to pinpoint it it's not there; exists in periphery but direct focus kills it because direct focus is too deliberate... think floodlights and spotlights... floodlights = ok, spotlights = no good and obviously the key to the floodlight vision thing is just relaxing it's all very subjective i suppose, maybe to some this is common sense and not interesting, but i think it's worth sharing a question i have now is whether or not it can be done for non-geometric stuff... ...to get philosophical, i feel you see what you want to see... so all you have to do to see is want... so passion/enjoyment/interest... i was thinking this because i find landscapes very cool, and the best my imagination can do in seeing things like this is landscapes... now a chicken-and-egg question is whether you like it because you're good at it or if you're good at it because you like it (you like it so you have that passion energy to help you do it better because you focus your thinking on it more and since you like it you do/practice it more so you get better at it so you like it more)... i suppose it's both

Last night's dream left such an impression that I didn't need to write it down. I usually don't remember dreams in such excessive detail. >I am somewhere in the woods >It's winter, there's snow all around >There is a group of people walking with me >I can't tell exactly how many there were, 10-20... >Some of them are people I know in real life >My mother and brother are there >We are trying to get somewhere, and something is after us >I can feel the presence of a malicious figure stalking us >After a while the group starts to split up, people start running >In the woods I can see glimpses of a large black silhouette, sometimes moving >I somehow know that the thing that is after us can't attack us if we're in a group >I desperately try to keep up with two people running ahead of everyone else, they are my mother and my brother >We come across a road going through the forest >The road doesn't have snow on it for some reason >We run on the road until there's a turn >The road ahead of us sharply descends into a small cape protruding into a frozen lake >There is a cabin and some other wooden buildings on the cape >There is a wooden pier on top of the ice >As we are running down the road I see a black undefined but clearly human shaped figure on the pier >I say in a hushed tone, "It's on the pier.", as if it could hear me from so far away >The figure is standing with it's legs far apart, bent over forward with its arms hanging in the front >It gallops a bit back and forth on the pier on all fours >It runs around on the ice a bit and then comes back to the pier >As it moves, it looks around frantically as if it's looking for something >Wake up to the vivid image of the thing running around near the pier

Layer 60 >remember this dream was a load of crap >on a ship with an evil crew >kept running away from them >trying to turn off an antennae that turned corpses into zombies >wrote something about canyon animals in my journal next to indecipherable writing that I can't recall anymore Layer 61 >trying to find a toilet >can't keep going from place to place >all the toilets are shut down >get really frustrated and wake up Boring! Oh well. I didn't sleep very well because I got disturbed and had to wake up 5 times. >>3153 That's interesting. I find people from childhood just pop up randomly. It's strange but common. The part with the animals is interesting. Do you think it holds meaning? Or is it just a light show in your mind? I have a hard time telling in my own, so maybe that's too much to ask. I hope the oddness and novelty of it was refreshing for you and you enjoyed it. I find too that being woken up in the middle of dreaming helps me remember, so that certainly might have contributed to the recollection. >>3154 That's a nice set of dreams. It's funny they were very scifi tonight. It sounds pretty comfy from the way you describe it. Glad they all were except the one that gave you a negative feeling in your gut. It can happen for no reason in dreams as much as real life, maybe more. It's good your dreams are pleasant to recall. Weak continuity between dreams is something I'm noticing as well, like the Windows 95 you mentioned. I think you're wise not to trust psychologists, anyone that believes humans can make a science out of their own consciousness is blind to their own folly. >>3155 You can definitely enhance your imagination. People who daydream all the time get very vivid experiences from their imaginations. Then there's the NPC meme I'm sure you've heard of where many people are incapable of using their imagination because instant no boredom life has never made them desire it. I'm sure it can be enhanced, and I've done it myself. I also know what you mean about landscapes. I would recommend to work on all the senses, not just the eyes, and your immersion will get deeper. The feeling of the air around you, like the sun's shine or the cold, and the sounds can come together with the visuals and strengthen all at once. Imagine laying in an empty field, and cushioning on the blades of grass. Then imagine moving your hand along the grass and stroking it. Feel the sun on your skin, hear the breeze and the rustling of the plants. Put it all together and draw a painting in your mind's eye. I did this and enhanced it significantly. You can do the same and I would encourage it. It's quite comfortable. >>3156 That's quite a scary dream. I hope it was more impressive than disturbing. If it left a special place in your mind it might hold some significance past its literal meaning. I find it interesting especially that you felt you were safe in a group with your family. I suppose it's a natural feeling but maybe more, like the black creature is some evil that preys on the lonely and isolated. I hope you can keep all the vibrancy while getting rid of all the terror for your future dreams. The imagery sounds beautiful in a somber sort of way.

>>3136 I haven't posted my dreams in a while but they've all been pretty samey. The one interesting aberration was that one time I was running from a carnivorous printer. Apart from that it has been pretty non-stop dreams of my ex. Its almost been half a year now; not really sure how to go about stopping this. I feel as if feelings of sadness, anger, jealousy etc. are fading but still my dreams remain potent.

I was watching a playthrough of some Earthbound-like game. The player was in this ocean-like area where the enemies you encountered were different pastel colors of living jello. Once the player got to the end of the area, though, it turned out that this "ocean" was really just a gigantic cube of water standing on what would otherwise be dry land. I managed to remember enough of the area's music to write how the intro went.

Today I had one dream and, unfortunately, one nightmare. I can't remember much of the first dream, but it was an adventure, and I was accompanied by my brother and 1 or 2 friends. We wanted to become heroes (because if someone was selected as a hero he would become extremely powerful). In an abandoned country I was selected as a hero by the only person that still inhabited those lands that apparently was waiting specifically for me, I don't know why (oh, and being heroes in different countries give you different powers). I remember that I gained kind of a "half-dragon" appearance after that. I also remember also my friend tried to become a hero in a subaquatic country, and he and many others had to take a test. My friend passed all tests except for the last, so the king of that country gave the power to the person that used intelligence to pass that test, although that person did not want to become a hero. The nightmare was strange, because when it ended it became a dream again, and I don't remember the plot of the third dream. Basically I was back in high school. I asked someone's history notebook because mine was incomplete. She didn't want to give me, but when I said that [redacted] she became impressed that I remembered that she gave me that. After that I accidentally entered the economy class, and there was a new teacher, and he said his classes would be extremely difficult. Then I remembered that that was not the course I chose. Then I got to [native language] classroom, but I was studying physics. My teacher said that even my physics notebook was disorganized (to contextualise: I am a very disorganized person), and I said "well, I only need my formulas to be legible". And she responded: "Well then, you will have me as an enemy in the final exams (the exams that you do before graduating in my school are similar to the Italian exams, there are two written tests, one oral test and another oral part, if you want to know more search for it), what you said doesn't make any sense". Everyone was looking at me in that moment like I was a stranger, finding nothing wrong with what the teacher just said. And then I got hopeless and said "nothing here makes sense, teacher, if you think this maddening world and this pointless class makes any sense you are a fool". And then I jumped out of the window, trying to kill myself. Another teacher that was in the room tried to hold me, but he couldn't hold for long, and I fell, but apparently I fell onto a train that was passing behind the school (even though there was no such thing IRL) and then the third dream starts. I don't remember what happened in the third dream but it could be the continuation of the first dream.

First of all, Hi lainons... i started reading this thread two day's ago (sorry if my english fails sometimes i'm a hispan talking person) didn't wanted to post anything because i wanted to read everything on the thread before posting, you guy's make me really happy with every post. <#1 >road travel with a friend (let' s call him Leo) >Leo is wearing this weird T-Shirt of this guy with really creepy eyes >i'm boarding the bus when Leo Tell me that he needs to go to the bathroom, told him to do it fast because the driver could let him out >BusMoves.Exe start yelling to the driver to stop but he doesn't seem to hear me >walk to the driver seat and tell the guy to stop, he gave me an Angry look and stoped >as soon as i put a foot out of the bus the guy flees (my baggage was inside) >felt a lot of anger and started looking for Leo >Didn't found him anywhere on the terminal, suddenly i had this feeling to look under some wooden stairs at the corner of the place. >A dog with scabies came out, he licks me twice but i felt some repulsion towards it (it's hair was literally falling and the skin was red) >The dog talk's... Also it seems to be Leo >tells me that he turned into a dog because he didn't drank tea recently, also say's that the tea work's because it can help to calm the inner beasts. That's the end of part one I don't know how but i wasn't at the bus stop anymore, now i were in my childhood building in some kind of pool party, my ex is there but something is different in her, also my father is there too (i have a very bad relationship with him) >my hair is longer than usual and have some really crazy colors on it >my ex is inside the pool at my side (i only had my feet in the water >my father sat down next to me and told me something about going to an After Party, i felt anger and we started to fight >we fell into the pool and both of us were trying to drown each other, i don't know how but found a way to stay away from him and take some air >my ex was laughting, asked her what was so funny and told me that i'm pathetic (make's sense with the fight scene) >told her that she's the one pathetic here (in a funny way) and kissed her, she smiled >a feeling of sadness rushed over me because i remembered that our relationship was broke, still have this feeling that something is different in her >she looks at me and ask me if we can go to the after party. >a bunch of people came out of nowhere >they were congratulating me and asking me all sort of things, i know some of them and didn't knew some others >my ex came out of the pool her body was perfect (like literally very different from her's she have a good body but not the athlethic type) >Noticed some of those people had the shirt that Leo was using in the first part of the dream >asked one of them where did they bought the t-shirts because it scared the soykaf out of me >told me that the t-shirt's came inside of Tea Boxes >Ex Kisses a guy in the crowd. And greet some of her new friends >her friends come to me and tell me that it doesn't matter if i'm succesfull, i will allways be pathetic >feel more sad, try to walk and stay away from. The crowd >found a place to be alone (the basement of the building) >see the guy from the t-shirts in one corner >i know that he is looking at me, feel scared but more sad than scared so i do nothing >Dog Leo come's running and tell me that i have to run or the guy will take my soul with his eyes >try to run >in my way running i see Ex taking pictures of her body with her new friends, she's aware that i'm running for my life but don't seem to care about it. woke up... I remember it with so many detail because my day turned really sad, also i wrote it to her at the moment.

The only thing I remember: disembodied voice goes "hey wanna see me do something rude", and then IMMEDIATELY after... my alarm goes off. In real life.

Having trouble sleeping. It's making recalling hard. I remember 2 though. Layer 62 >in a snowy forest at night >there's a bunch of ghosts >spectre type creatures anyways >they all have yellow teeth that are grinning from eye to eye >teeth are dirty and their eyes are unnaturally bright >they have black silhouettes as bodies >chase after me >one leg falls in a deep hole >my leg completely snaps and my face plants in the ground (this happens a lot in dreams) >as they approach I wake up and dream ends Layer 63 >I'm at the aquarium >I'm the only one there >standing in front of a massive open ocean tank >tuna sharks and school fish everything in there >there's a great white shark in the tank >I'm really mesmerized watching them all >they dump a bunch of red meat into the tank >all the fish eat the red meat and don't bite each other >I feel pity for the animals that died to feed the fish >keep staring at the fish and the water gets less red tinted as it progresses >pleasant and nice dream >>3159 It's okay. If the feelings are fading she might just be a placeholder person in your dreams because you were around each other often, like the placeholder elementary classmate to an extreme. A carnivorous printer sounds really funny, I hope it wasn't scary as it happened though. I'm sorry that she can't seem to get out of my head. >>3160 That sounds good, like something that would really be in an rpg. Sounds like a cool dream, I hope it was fun to experience. Probably tripped you out when you saw it was just standing on land. You could probably use dreams like this for a creative project you're working on, it sounds very whimsical and interesting. >>3161 Interesting dreams. It's very cool that you got some powers. Sorry your brother didn't. It must've been a cool feeling anyways. The second one sounds disorienting and sad, so hopefully the first made up for it. Sometimes I kill myself in dreams too, sometimes just out of frustration. Maybe you were doing the same and just wanted the terrible school experience to end. Sometimes it's really hard to remember when one dream starts. I hope you don't get those nightmares! Sorry you got them hope it gets more pleasant for you. Your second dream sounds like something I've heard from actual teachers before about being disorganized. >>3162 It's interesting the first part carried over with the second. Your friend turning into a dog must have been a strange sight . That dream sounds like a recipe for making you sad. Your friend being hurt, getting in a fight, then being chased. A lot of those things feel really terrible and it can mess with your whole day if it leaves a deep enough impression. I'm very sorry. It might mean nothing, or your dream might mean that you know your friends can be trusted in times of danger and your ex can't. It's basically impossible to really know unless your intuition guides you in the right direction. Sorry that the dream messed up your day. Hope you get happy ones to give you good days. Those come around too. I'm starting to think maybe the happy dreams are harder to remember. >>3163 That's really funny. Your dream knew better than you did. It's entirely possible your body knows exactly when the alarm will go off if you set it to the same time every day. It might be the 0 point on your circadian rhythm. Sorry you got so rudely interrupted by life.

>>3164 Exanon with a weird dream. A Japanese demon within a narrow temple punished me for my apparently gluttony by force feeding me rotten food. It was a little black impish thing. The whole scenario was peculiar as I wouldn't consider myself traditionally gluttonous; I'm thin and am if anything known for eating little. Maybe other forms of gluttony are at play. Then I was suddenly upon a hill with the girl I'm currently talking to. A brilliant plateau. Perfect blue sky with puddles across this flat surface stretching to the horizon that reflect it. The only thing that interrupted the flatness was occasional power stations and this little cabin. Me and the girl went into the cabin and she started talking about her problems and the soykaf going on in her life. I comforted her on my shoulder as she sighed and wept. Then the scenery changed to that same cabin but in a dark snowy wood. I felt older and she suddenly had a 50s hairstyle. I was the commander of some set of missiles and was currently engaged in a crisis over this one town. Suddenly the girl seizes my equipment and issues the launching of all weapons; I immediately freak out at the loss of human life and the strategical naivety of the move. Anticipating a huge loss. She smirks and announces she's the reincarnation of Eva Braun and slips off into the night.

Layer 64 >fighting something (I think it is aliens but cannot remember) >eventually another version of me but with a crooked nose comes to help me >I talk to him and I press on his nose and it squishes in like an inflatable toy >he says I'm a clone of him >I agree because the clone would be the one that isn't deformed by an injury Layer 65 >in a plane with my dad >it's raining >a plane hits us from behind >I fall out of the plane and the rain turns still as I move at its speed >feels like time stops >really confused >look below me >now there is floor >walk around with the still drops Layer 66 >a brother and sister are talking >they both have black hair and are talking in another language but I understand it >they are sharing nostalgia over old times when they were young >they start singing a song together from their childhood This dream ended and I woke up right after and knew my alarm was about to go off. I only slept 5 hours but my recall was very good. >>3165 Dreams of the new girl maybe confirms my suspicion that you've been having those dreams becasue your ex was in your life for so long. Now that someone new is coming in she's taking the spotlight instead. One dream isn't enough to prove it but it makes me feel better about the suspicion. Sorry about your first dream, it sounds quite disgusting. It might not even mean literal gluttony but something making you intake unhealthy things, like a bad influence. Of course it could always be your mouth stunk in the middle of the night but that's not nearly as fun to ponder. The second dream sounds comfy right until the end where it's really confusing and strange. Sorry it got all twisted around at the end. Do you trust this girl? If you have trust problems from your ex maybe that was just that coming out where your imagination wouldn't expect an honest pure interaction with her and corrected the situation to an extreme. Good job remembering, thanks for being around. Pardon my musings, I guess reflecting and maybe inputting makes me think deeper about my own dreams. I try not to overstep.

The only thing I remember from today's dream was that my country currency went from 6 dollars to 12, which basically means the country broke, and me shouting at my dad for being economically illiterate. And now that I think about it I remember being capable of transforming into an owl, I remember that I was running from something and me trying to get home by foot, but it was really fuaarking far, somebody offered to take me home by car but when I noticed that it was already too late.

Had a hard day trying to fix my sleep schedule (i'm awake all the night and great part of the day usually, tired of living like a bat) Here's what i recal <#2 >Running of something >Crash so hard with something that i almost fell to the floor >it's my ex, she put her hand on her belly and look's at me with real pain >look again, she's pregnant Solid WTF!? <#3 >I'm in some kind of poor neightborhood (the bronx or something like that it had that NY vibe) >goes into some house with the door open >Black fat man with gangsta beard come's into room "LAINON YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THIS FIGHT OR I'M GONNA FUARRRRK U UP NIGGA!!" >i'm like "Wtf Nigga you gotta be kidding me, why i'm supossed to fight? You should be the one fighting" >"we're getting paid madafaka" told him that he should said that before >suddenly night come's >get out of the house >Bunch of niggas come's in my direction >hit the first one in the face and it's an instant K. O(felt a lot of strong IDK, somehow i know that i was stronger than ever) >more niggas come >they fall like flies Woke up I felt scared when the fat man talked to me about fighting, but after hitting the first man, the rest of the dream started to be funny, also. I was seeing the scene in some kind of prince of persia lateral view mode That's all for now

Layer 67 >everything expanding and contracting >vision is expanding and contracting too >bunch of geometrical shapes everywhere Couldn't remember much I was exhausted. I wrote that down. I don't really remember last night but I couldn't sleep much at all. I remember I was up at 3am. >>3173 Yeah deflation is bad! Sorry your dad didn't understand. That's funny you just remember you were an owl by association with the other dreams. Sometimes I have that too where the early dreams are impossible to remember unless I order them. I hope the dream wasn't super sad for you. I hate getting mad in dreams so I wish you weren't stressed by the situation. It sounds a little random so maybe it wasn't so bad compared to the worst nightmares. >>3174 That's funny. The second dream sounds random and exciting. The first just strange. Sorry your ex is on your mind so strong. People bond, and sometimes the bonds are strong even when the relationship changes. It's rough. Sorry if it's troubling you, hopefully it isn't and you know it'll be okay in the end. The second dream sounded whimsical. I like dreams like that. I think dreams can't simulate how strong you really are because I find that too like things are distorted or moved really easily. It's funny you one hit koed everyone. Hopefully it was as fun as it sounds to be your own action star for a while.

Spiritanon here I don't remember much about my dream, but I remember playing portal 3 (or being in the portal laboratory) and sliding down some black slide into the darkness. I got my sleep schedule somewhat fixed now, but I'm pretty sad that I haven't had any dreams. :(

I had a dream that was semi-lucid around a week ago >environment looks like a voxel game with terrain that can be deformed, but it has buildings embedded in it that look like they're from an early 90s shooter (think quake, half-life, or deus ex) >I'm with a squad of people looking to excavate some of these buildings that have apparently been buried over time >the others are walking around looking at the parts that are above ground while I dig into the ground a few yards away >find a bomb buried >my dreams can impart knowledge to me in certain contexts when I need it, I look at the bomb and am informed that if I enter the right four-digit code, it'll clear away all the dirt in the area and leave the buildings completely untouched, but if I enter an incorrect code the bomb will kill me and my team >excited at the prospect of not having to search blindly, I inspect the keypad and spend a few moments trying to think of what the code might be >brain is almost completely foggy, give up and put in a random guess >naturally the countdown starts and my entire team knows I fuarrrked up >they're only mildly annoyed at the prospect of being blown to pieces >I'm now semi-lucid and fully convinced of the fact that even the deadly variant of the bomb killing me won't harm me or my team >cheerfully assure them all that IT'S ONLY DEATH >run towards the bomb (apparently I walked away from it?) >white light >wake up feeling refreshed Interpretations are welcome, no it doesn't mean I want to kms, trust me. I had a nightmare too but I'll put that in the nightmare thread >3001

had a weird dream last night where I killed some guy and then immediately had sex with his girlfriend. Most of the dream was us going around and doing crimes and having sex. It was pretty neat.

>>3138 I dreamed some guy was killing a giant, by leading bulls back and forth in a line on top of its head, front to back. Over time they wore down its skull along that line, and trampled through shards of broken bones and brains. I think maybe this dream means I have a low opinion of cryptocurrency traders or something, idk

>>2996 i dont remember my dreams at all, You think i will start to remember them if i start dream diary?

>went to berlin on a school trip >plane landed in a parking lot, apparently it was normal over there >was going to go to a high scale party >dad was an kingsmen and wanted me to go on a mission with him >we go around to a huge rich building looking around >eventually we go to an arena >we have to kill fuarrrking stone cold steve austin >i try to shoot him with finger guns, but alas, my hands do nothing >throw strange gadgets on the ground >they cause chaos and everyone freaks out >go down to meet steve, apparently he doesnt know yet we are trying to kill him (after hitting him on the head multiple times) >another kingsmen comes down to try and suck his guts out >he kisses steve on the lips but it doesn't damage the god himself >dream ends

I think I understand now. I'm going to try to meet you all.

accidentally posted it out of the thread before i'm so sorry started dream notebook once again, might as well share recent ones pic related reminds me of 1st dream >I walk on the street, notice something bright ahead >on the right side lots of colourful buildings, they look like nightclubs but with huge windows >weird people inside, very flamboyant, in next one everyone has white facepaint with blue smudged spots around eyes >look at the left side, there's a road and bright pink car drives past me with some of there weirdos in it >look where it goes >it's amusement park, i'm standing on the hill and it's down there >look ahead, after the park is the sea and after that city, far away >very dreamy, pastel colours even though it's night >a kid runs to me and gives me a ticket >it's girl who talked to me in 1st grade >suddenly I'm kid too >run to amusement park with ticket >climb on top of some tube >fall down from high up but floor is bouncy and I fly back up >look down at the park, looks so fun >climb inside of sliding tube, entrance looks like cartoony cat mouth >woke up layer 1 >back in highschool >join a school club >it's a cult >suddenly everyone is inside a monster, we're preparing for a battle >the monster is floating on water, big waves around it, inside is grimy green/purple >it has fused with some boat so there are doors and windows and handles to hold on and a blackboard on the "wall" >I look at the blackboard and see my finalfantasy username with some skills named I should use >battle starts, everyone in group is trying really hard >main target is a huge slimy orange eye on the "ceiling" >takes forever, monster is too strong >group leader yells something, I can't tell what >everything tilts to side, i find something to hold on but hit my head >someone is about to fall out from the door to the stormy sea >place tilts to the other side, I grab door handle there and don't fall out >back to normal, no one died, surprisingly >battle goes on, eventually I adjust to tilting and even save some people from falling to the sea >monster still undefeated >suddenly my youngest brother appears, he is covered in dirt and moss >I tell him to get out of there, it's dangerous >he grabs my hand and shows me the exit >its so bright there and calm sea >everyone notices the exist and goes there, aborting the battle >outside is completely different, calm, sea shore, old mossy abandoned buildings, so peaceful, monster is nowhere to be seen >we probably all just died in the battle

>>3178 here Had another dream, don't remember much besides living in a green house on top of this mountain type thing in a city and that my room had a lot of rei figurines. I also remember getting followed by my old classmates, almost in a stalking manner. Must've been a kid again in the dream.

>trying to inject heroin in my parents house >my sister is comming to room, so i quickly hide syringe inside some book under the table >she finds it anyway >she tells me to follow her, she will inject me with homemade heoin from pure poppies >probably because she is worried my stuff is unpure >she goes outside but i dont follow her. Afraid that if she injects me with drug, it may ruin contact between us >instead of that i wait in room nervously for a good moment to take drug, but moment does not come, because people are walking outside this room all the time End of dream, i was always curious about heroin to be honest, i like some opiates. I also had history of taking drugs with person that was close to me, and feeling kinda soykafty about that (this person's life is worse than mine, this person is probably unironically addict)

>>2996 >foggy but dream seemed to fade in >wandering around a market area in a port city >unfamiliar architecture, but might have been Greek or Romanesque (pillars and arches etc.) >Vaguely remember: meet a woman selling ??unknown?? she tells me she has many antiques but at a different place >Tells me to follow her and I do >We walk up a hill in the city >Now in the mountains >There is a tunnel that resembled catacombs and led to a dusty monestery or gothic cathedral style room piled high with artifacts from multiple eras of human civilization (art, sculpture, furniture, machinations, etc) >The woman shows me her well curated and catalogued artifacts and then the dream got romantic, I do not remember the tie-in >Somehow feel immense love for this woman like we were meant to be together, then she tells me to follow her further. >She takes me into another tunnel opening to a cave >The cave opens to a subterranean lake/pond opening to a river. >She says some more things that I can't recall and implies she is a mermaid but I did not recognize it (it makes sense later in the dream). >Tells me if we are to be together there is one thing I need to do. >Just jump into the water below. >I can see many rocks and think it is a trap. >When I hesitate she tells me to go ahead, it is perfectly safe. >Against my judgement I jump. >I woke up when I got gored by the rocks as she shape shifted into a siren and jumped into the water after me with a diabolical grin. That dream was absolutely terrifying

>get trapped in groundhog day-type loop, except it's for the span of 1-2 weeks instead of a single day >go through this loop many times >remember breaking down and trying to convince people in the dream that i was stuck in said loop at least one time >they started to believe me but i could never figure out how to get out of the loop >loop didn't even consist of anything particularly distressing, it was roughly a week of my life during high school longest dream i've ever had, almost certainly. i slept for like 8 or 9 hours in real time but when i woke up i got flooded with this panic that i was still in the loop, freaked out looking for my phone to check the date.

Had a dream last night that Nintendo had decided to mobilize in the fight against Covid-19, so they began manufacturing and selling old platforms to keep people quarantining sane and improve sales. They were made of cheaper plastic, but they were replicas of the original systems. I got a Gamecube for $49.95 and an N64 for $24.95. I also had a dream that I fuarrrked the girl I get along with in my physics study group

>>3203 based, what was price for games?

>there was some sort of military contest, and i paid to participate >goal was to go from point X to Y >there was reward for finishing course without killing any enemies >enemies are zombies-like slow bums. There is very narrow passage, where i need to wrestle with bums to push them away without killing them, and they piss all over me when i wrestle with them >i finish it anyway and get reward >then i quickly ran into pharmacy where i cancel my credit card, because i am afraid military guys will steal money from me >i leave piss soaked socks in pharmacy >i come back to home on feet, and its really cold because i am not wearing socks >back in home i turn on tv, and i am watching military contest in one of channels

>>3212 I can't quite remember. It was pretty cheap. I think I seem to remember the gamecube disks having structural integrity that was a little bit better than communion wafers. The controllers were also made of cheaper plastic and were constructed in a way that allowed the to be mass produced extremely rapidly. It was pretty weird. Actually they were pretty similar to Mad Catz now that I think about. It's like all the old Nintendo consoles and accessories were just slightly cheaper than MadCatz quality. The plastics were also off color, mostly darker and a slight bit less opaque due to the cheaper quality

Today's dream was short and not very memorable either Only remember >Took a drug (think it was a yellow pill, almost like an omega-3 capsule) in some hotel room with two other guys (but I do remember being it ketamine, so I guess it was that) >After that, walk in the hotel hallway, the walls were beige and there were small lamps between every two doors >Suddenly get outside in this more of a nature-y area, trees are on the both sides of the street I walked on, reminded me of London for some reason But what I find odd about the dream is that I did drugs in it, but I'm totally straight-edge in real life.

>>3222 hotel dreams are the best

Calamari 001 Ever since I've started taking my sleeping medication so I don't have anxiety attacks before I go to sleep, I've been having extremely vivid and violent dreams. But last night, was the worst. I was a kid again, probably around five or six. I could tell because I felt my arm, and there was no muscle, only bones and soft flesh. When I came to in my dream, I was lying on the bed. My father came in, looking worn out like he always did at that time, then he hit me. Like he always did at that time. I didn't cry, I just felt pity, that's the only feeling aside from love I've ever had for him, but just as quickly that the pity bubbled up, it was replaced with a feeling that I didn't know how to describe. It was some sort of longing, for reason. All while these thoughts, dad hit me again and again, then he took me to his car and strapped me in. He drove to the middle of the woods, like he had done before, and he told me to get out. That he was leaving me. Tears started to well, but this time, unlike when it actually happened, I was able to get out of the car. He drove away, and I turned around to see trees, my back facing the road. Something called me in, and when I turned around to see the road again, I only saw darkness. Then a dim light shone, and I walked towards it, still sniffling. It led to a clearing, and a man, someone that I can't quite describe as a man, was facing me. He was covered in brown fur, like a beaver, and his face was indecipherable, but his presence was comforting. He asked me to come towards him, and I did, without hesitation. He told me to explain why I was there, and why I was crying, I started to explain, and then I noticed his knife. I wasn't afraid though, he told me that it would take my pain away. So as I explained my situation to him, he carved away at my arm, my wrist gripped by his hand. I felt every piece being cut, sawed, slashed, until a crater, about the size of silver dollar was about an inch under each of my wrists. Then I woke up. Not from my dream, but from that reality, I was back in bed, in the house I used to live in with my dad and mom. The one my mom tried to kill herself in. When I woke up, I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how I was back there, and I immediately looked at my arms. Both holes were still there, jagged, but not bloody, and under them, about an inch and a half or so, were straight lines, with stitching made from black fishing lines, and I needle poked out from the sides where the stitches ended. I was terrified, but I wasn't crying. I was waiting, to see who would find me. To see who could explain what had happened to me. And then, she entered, my mom. She ran to me crying, and she hugged me. And we both just sat there. My arms were both so sore, and searing pain rang through my head, but I just wanted to be held again. Then, after an eternity of attempting to enjoy being there, my mom noticed my arms, but she wasn't shocked, she just seemed curious. Then she took her fingers and pinched a needle. And she yanked it, right up into the air. All I could do was scream. Then I woke up, REALLY woke up, gripping my arm and screaming.

Have had dreams for the past three nights, this – I think – is the first. Basically its zombies but set in medieval Europe. A married couple wearing fantasy armour (white, silver enamelled details, Hokuto no ken steel pauldrons) are fighting off all the zombies near their village. Once they clear the area they relax and get ready for a late night dinner. They are in the middle of conversation when the wife gets grabbed and dragged off through the window by zombies. It turns out that a group had been moving in their direction, but they were far away and out of sight. This is a dramatic event designed to destroy the relaxed state the viewer was lured into without any warning. It is implied a couple of hours pass between them finishing the lookout at sunset and the encroaching night, which justifies the shocking event happening without foreshadowing. This was definitely based on an event from the manga I am a hero, where a nearby zombie breaks through the safe house’s bathroom window to attack a character.

Had a dream about Warframe. I'll link some vids for context. I had a dream that me and my friend were climbing this orokin tower in the poe. There were a bunch of warframe veterans and we went through a couple walls. We were on an incline of a wall with what seemed to be an incorporeal riven silver below us. My friend jump down at it and looked up at me saying don't jump, don't jump and then he was sucked into it similar to how Vomvalysts are consumed by eidolon lures. I didn't know if he died or not and I was too scared to go up to the silver. Orokin tower: https://youtu.be/gKNJ0qyDMC0 Vomvalyst animation: https://youtu.be/2GmR7cik6Co

ww2 anon here. Long time without anything, but I just woke up after this and wrote it down, as always im not a very good person in it but theres alot of similarities to my life, specially early on, as the people involved are almost definetly analogue to real life friends I have. The part where I was slow dancing felt very special. >tfw no gf Today I dreamt I was a writer in a coast, I had a group of a very old doctor friend and two painters that helped me cope with my poverty, my father was an extremely succesful snake oil salesman. One of my painter friends, lets call her Maria, I was quite fond of her and she was quite fond of me but our relationship was strictly platonic, she was always encouraging of my work and I was of her and together we tried cheering each other when times were tough, going to the beach, eating lunch together, etc. One Winter Im releasing a book, yet im expecting it to fail, ive been uninspired all year. I go to dinner with all my 3 friends in life and they all tell me theyre going to university ( Ignore the fact ive already said their future professions ), Im taken slightly by surprise by the fact Maria is also going to uni. I feel everyone is moving on with their lives and im stuck here in poverty, unfullfilled. Staring at nothing I think to myself out loud that despite not expressing it often, Im very thankful of all of them, and very fond of my friends, and I wouldnt know what to do without them. I sigh once I realize ive said it out loud, they all smile and ask why im sappy out of a sudden, I dont know. Unknown amount of years pass, everyone goes on with their lives, im starting to do better as a writer, getting published every now and then, im still as uninspired. One day Im particularly depressed, but no one except Maria has the time for me, We walk along the beach then watch a movie, despite my grim outlook she has this radiance and beautiful aura emanating from her that I had never noticed before, I realize finally that I am in love with her. The move showing at a cafe ( weird. ) finishes, it was some old romance, the credits roll and a sweet ballad plays, she stands up, but I dont want us to leave, I hold her and we slow dance through the credits, “Whats up with you?” she says as she grins, following my lead. I stare into her eyes and I know im going to marry her someday. I kiss her, she lets me. We share this moment for a minute or two before realizing the cafe is still full of people watching us, we get embarrassed and leave hand by hand. We go to my apartment where we make love and confess to each other. After that I feel inspired greatly and my life starts going uphill, or so I think. I release great novels and start to finally make some money, I propose to Maria and she accepts, she moves in with me to a small house ive managed to get indebted for. But Im still a writer and shes still a painter, winter comes and we are living by the skin of our teeth ( is that how it goes? ). She tells me she is pregnant, at first I am euphorius, then I realize, we dont have the money. I ask Father to come visit. When he arrives he congratulates me for finally getting a woman, and laughs at the state of my house, he asks me why I dont go back home and work with him like he wanted me to, that if hed listen to him he wouldnt be the hungry loser that I am and I would be proud to be able to support my woman and myself for once. I jokingly note that during this recession and in the winter, salesman like him dont have it good, while my books sell well all year. We have a discussion but I leave it because I need to gain his side for the money, I reveal to him that Maria is expecting, and that the money is not for me, or for her, but for our child, his granddaughter. Years pass, I am an accomplished author, but not a rich or famous one yet, I am frustrated, My house with maria isnt much bigger, and while we provide for our child Sophia, whos now on preschool, I still wish they could live like they deserved. Maria wants me to keep writing, I want to start investing into the stock exchange, I want a future for our families, Ive never had a dream to begin with, now I have one and its right in front of me, I cant let it remain being neglected like this. Maria is expecting another child. Sophia is now in High school, due to a well placed investment in national railway companies we now have secured funds for both our children’s lives, and even our own, were living in a comfortable house in downtown, and Maria doesnt have to work anymore. My doctor friend has passed away long ago, and my other Painter friend comes joins us every now and then, the kids call her auntie, shes quite depressed. One day I follow our 8 year old son to a school trip, in there I spot him almost hitting a girl over a debacle, I rush in to control the situation, and knee down to talk to Tim, he tells me she started it, and kept throwing insults at him, I threaten him that if he ever dares to even think about hitting a woman again I will beat the ever loving soykaf out of him, and that I didnt care about anything else. He starts to cry, but I threaten him to hit him if he doesnt stop, once he stops, I tell him that men dont cry. Alongside the railway business I am now also directing an art auction company, which Maria influenced me to start, with her knowledge and people skills and my business initiative weve done very well for ourselves. To celebrate Sophia’s 18th birthday weve gone, alongside auntie who these days has no one but us apparently, to an expensive oyster bar uptown. We dont have a car, we take the train there, and walk the rest of the distance, in the way we see the residential area, full of mansions and beatiful palaces. Being taken aback by one of these houses I stop my family, point at it, and exclaim: One day we will live there. They dont seem to care, if anything, Sophia and auntie laugh. In the oyster bar we are welcomed in the front entrance to a very packed, kind of dirty shop, full of smoking men, I am confused, a coworker had told me this was a fancy restaurant, yet here I cant find a table big enough for my family, and even if we did, all the seats are comically low. While the tables are absurdly high. We go out, then go back in but through the back entrance, and we are met with even more bizarre design, it all looks like a big bathroom. We ask the waiter for a table, and we are met with one that is the correct height, but the stools are too big, and some of those seats are WC’s, Maria seems to like it, I dont see the appeal of it. Before eating I remember an incident that had appeared before at the company, while I was “officially” out of the offices, Sophia had come in, with a painting photograph on her, and had asked to sell the design, Sophia had grown up to be an artist like her mother, and as such she expressed no desire in going to university like I intended her to. Expecting her to be maturing into her own work life I checked the photograph before leaving: It was one of Maria’s, left in our attic amongst many others she didnt want to be neither sold nor exhibited. I was livid, so now, I walked over to her stool, and showed her the photograph, and asked her what it was, she seemed angry, explaining how I have no right to disallow her from taking her university funds for herself, that she wanted to live her own life, fed up with us. I told her that she would be getting that, as she would be leaving my house as soon as possible, but with none of my money. In tears, she ran off. Auntie, who was failing to seduce the waiter, also ran off after her, giving me a look of disapproval that I couldnt care less for. Maria also started to cry, I told her and Tim that we should go eat somewhere else. This is where the dream ended.

I was dreaming that I was reading a book in python. It was less like reading, more like thinking over what I had already read before moving on. Anyway, I read about a new method for handling data types called an Asikov? Or was it Asimov? To create an Asimov variable, you need to pass a variable to the asimov() function when it is being declared. The function takes integer parameters? Everything is an int?

Don't remember much from the dream again, but I remember being in this abandoned ghetto looking school (also reminded me of the asylum of Outlast) and getting chased by someone.

I often have dreams where I go around the city and do normal stuff or meet people from my past, except I'm in my pajamas. And I'm a aware that I'm wearing pajamas, but other people seem to ignore it so I wonder if they're being nice or it's actually not that big of a deal. I even had cases where I thought "maybe I should get dressed up" but I don't want to go back so pajamas it is. Maybe I could use this so trigger lucid dreaming though I think it's all a meme.

ww2 anon with another depressing dream comin thru, been a while. So I was out hanging out with a female friend of mine, not from real life I think, I dont remember what she looked like at all but I did know she was pretty, not as in I was attracted to her but as in, she wasnt unpleasent to look at, in the dream we were friends for a long time, and I had no feelings for her nor had it even occured to me the idea of a relationship. In that context, we were hanging out one beautiful evening, when we sat to rest in a crowded restaurant of sorts, we took in the relaxing atmosphere of the evening and she leaned into me and put her head in my shoulder, which I didnt take as any sort of advance but as just friendly skinship. We stayed like that for a long time, and I was quite enjoying the calm of that moment. That is, until I started to notice my friend subtly trembling and breathing more heavily, she started asking me different questions and mumbled something about wanting to tell me something, but she wasnt really ready to. I was quite confused but I didnt really think anything of it, so I asked her directyl what she meant by that. This made her react and she sat up, tearing up, and tugging at my shirt she cried out "I love you! Thats it! Im really, really in love with you! Why cant you tell?!", shocked, all I could answer with was "...what?", very pathetic. After this she let go of me, turned and covered her face while she cried relentlessly. I was still very confused but, because this unexpected confession was happening at a crowded place, everyone had started to look at us, I felt awkward and nude. I turned to my friend, grabbed her hand and told her everything was Ok, and that I felt the same way. She stopped crying and asked if I was serious, I lied and said yes. Holding hands I guided her to a more private place where she could calm down. But on the way to the park I noticed she had started smiling, and was much more calm- But on my end I had gotten much more nervous and was soykafting bricks, realizing what I had just done, I really had no feelings for this girl at all, and I had done a terrible thing telling her something like that without thinking. Thats when the dream ended. Sorry if it was a bit cringeworthy, I told this dream to a friend and he got really mad at me for some reason.

Another dream, also about guilt, im starting to realize thats the one common character in all my posts. In the dream, I was myself, which is uncommon for my dreams, I normally take the identity of some distinct different person, but here I was myself, and I was in my real life town and house. In the dream ( also in real life to an extent ) I had been thinking of buying a gun for self-defense, because the area surrounding my house has gotten more and more dangerous lately, so illegally I get a hold of an unregistered revolver, and I start taking it out with me on my night walks. One night im calmly minding my own business walking down an alleyway late at night, and I spot silhouttes from the corner of my eye: Some 'Flaites' jumped on me with knives, and I was getting mugged out of a sudden. I had been kind of waiting for this kind of situation honestly, so I quickly reach for my bag and pull out the revolver, but I hesitate and the punk in front of me freaks out and starts screaming and moving his blade around while the other two get close. I shout at them to calm down, that im going to put the gun in the ground now, and then they can take it alongside anything else they want, and I slowly crouch while holding the gun sideways, as if to put it down like Im saying, but in a galaxy brain high IQ 5d chess move im actually awkwardly aiming it at the mugger in front of me. I pull the trigger, and he drops dead, I stand up to aim for the rest but theyve already fled. I look to the dead thief and hes not moving at all, while a large pool of blood starts soaking out from his shirt. Now relaxed I put my gun back in my bag and get out of there before the cops show up. However, there must have been a witness because after just walking 2 blocks a police car showed up, asked me some questions, and then took me into custody. Despite my argument for self-defense, the retarded laws of my country got me sentenced to prison for voluntary manslaughter, I wasnt that surprised, I didnt care about it that much actually, on the way out of the trial I saw my family crying and consoling each other, my father looked very, very disappointed. However, life imprisoned turned out to be not that bad, not even that different. I did my best to not stand out as to not get in trouble, which was easy, I quickly met a few interns that sympathized with my case, one of them became a particularly close friend, he had a shaved head, and we agreed on alot of things politically and philosophically, I spent most of my recreational time talking with him about a myriad of things. He was a good lad, I also had another friend with glasses. In prison I could focus on myself, I exercised, though not more than I used to anyways, and I had ample time and ability to read and study as I was previously doing, and in the dream, the prison was very quiet, as they guards would beat up violently anyone who was noisy while at night. I smuggled countless books on philosophy, maths, physics, politics, biology, programming, etc and self-taught myself many studies, at first I was only going to be in the can for 2 years, but those passed by and without notice it was already 5 or so years I had been in there, but I had my friends inside, and I was comfortable, to me it wasnt any different. Around the 2 year mark or so I had begun to write on my own, I convinced the administration to let me have a typewriter in my room, I had an excellent record in the prison as well because I never got into any trouble, I devoted my days to just enjoying the small talk between the skinhead, glasses, and myself, about thinking and losing myself in thought about imaginary worlds and scenarios, about rediscovering the world around me and defining nature and my own existence in the world. It was all more than enough to fill my heart. After 4 years or so I finished my first book, I cant really tell if it was a novel or an essay of some sorts, but I remember that once I finished it I sent it to my family and asked them to contact a publishing house for it in my stead. I wasnt expecting them to actually get through with it, but a month later I had a publishing deal, and I through letters with my "agent" I was overseeing the publishing of the book back and forth with the editorial. One of those letters was regarding the book cover, which I decided myself, I dont remember what image it was but it was one that very clearly represented the themes and subject of the book in an interesting fashion, I liked it so much I wrote an extensive addition to the book going in-depth as to how it related to the contents of the book and my thought process on choosing it, and I remember being conflicted as to wether to put that new text as a preface to the book, before chapter 1, as a sort of introduction ( but perhaps then some of the assumptions I made would go over a new readers head ) or as an epilogue of sorts after the end of the book. I asked two friends after I woke up and got opposite opinions, what do you guys think? Back on the actual dream, I continued to spend my days like that, and wrote another couple of books that also got published, they all managed to surprisingly be very succesful, and I arranged all profits to go towards my family as I didnt really need any of that money while in jail. It would have probably been wiser to put in some sort of bank account and let it stack up, but I didnt care for the money, and I liked the idea of providing for my family. Yet my success as an author didnt really change things inside the prison, my discussions with skinhead and glasses remained the same, the cloudy weather remained the same, and despite having transpired an entire decade, after the typewriter my room had stayed exactly the same, and my body wasnt that much fitter. But I liked that sort of impermanence. Suddenly more than 10 years had passed, maybe 15, and I was in my 30s. I hadnt realized it or rather, had forgotten about it, but because of my good behavior my sentence had been shortened, and I was now finishing it, and apparently skinhead was also finishing his around the same time, though I guess it wasnt the same with glasses as I never saw him afterwards. Once I was out I visited my family, which was living much more comfortably and had bought my current irl house, which weve always rented. It was fixed up and beautiful, everyone was very proud of my success as an author which I had actually forgotten about in the midst of my release from prison, in fact, I had forgotten to bring my typewriter out of my jail cell. I didnt want to spend time with my family, I vowed to keep sending them money from the books and left to the capital to meet with skinhead. We shared some drinks, and talked about life. Because I unexpectedly had found out I was quite wealthy as an author, I managed to rent a fairly well sized apartment while I stayed in the city. Since I had nothing to do, I followed skinhead to work at a small mechanics shop downtown, I felt slightly out of place, but I going out for drinks with my friend after a day of hard labour was enough to fill my heart. After a while though, I got bored once again. I renounced to my intellectual property rights, and gave them instead to my family so they could fully profit from them, I told them I was tired of writing, so there wasnt any point in holding my name to it. After that I went to France to spend a small vacation, and eventually applied to the French Foreign Legion, because I thought it might be something fun to do. But I woke up before knowing if I had passed or not. This dream was actually very pleasant in a way, contrary to the setting, there was this inner peace of sorts, its hard to explain. Other dreams Ive posted previously were very visceral and were full of disturbing emotions, totally opposite to how I felt during the entirety of this dream, even the start where I was being mugged. All in all, its strange how you can fit around 18 years or so of events into a single night's dream. I really feel as if I had a decade lasting friendship with skinhead, so its a strange bittersweet feeling knowing he doesnt actually exist. Also, I wonder what happened to OP? I miss his small bits of psychoanalysis. I hope I dont end up being the only one still posting here.

>>3304 I hope they come back. I miss their analyses as well.

Few days before election. I wait for a bus. There comes a bus, but there some sign on It, i say fuarrrk It and get Inside. I give driver 10 and wait for him to give me a change, but he demands more , he wants 100 from me for single bus drive. That's ridiculous so I refuse after some time, he backs off and I can sit. My middle school literature teacher is sitting besides me. She says if I drive bus without paying I need to at least sign a petition. Petition is about giving rights to homosexuals or something like that. I refuse, then some folks around me who calls themselves homosexuals start screaming at me. Everyone says I am horrible person, then bus drives back to place I waited for him, and they force me to leave bus, homosexual folks leave with me. I am waiting for another bus while homosexual folks are bullying me. I am scarred of coming back to home, because I and my family will probably suffer repercussions because of me not signing this petition

Managed to write down stuff from four different dreams this morning. 1) For some reason I was breaking into a car to steal a Thinkpad, only to get caught by its owner, a really cute girl with red hair and glasses. Instead of getting mad at me, though, she offers to take me on a road trip during which we just hit it off, chatting and bonding all the while. 2) Another one of those dreams where I'm back in high school. In one of my classes I met a cute goth/emo-ish looking girl who liked computers, and she offered to sell me a graphics card for like $60. I told her I'd think about it. Throughout the rest of the class period we just chilled out, and she asked me all kinds of questions while nuzzling up to me. Felt nice. I wonder if that's what it's like to have a girlfriend. 3) I was cuddling and hugging with a real-life friend of mine while we looked at really old game consoles (like Atari-era). For some reason it didn't seem like she could talk while we were doing this. Not entirely sure if she felt comfortable with it. Might have accidentally groped her, I don't know. 4) I was in an apartment with a couple other people, when I started seeing this skinny dude walking up to the place. Looked like your stereotypical anarchist with a bandana and everything, except he was wearing all pink. Once he got to our place, he pulled out a thing of fries, lit them on fire, and threw them into the apartment. So this other guy and I grabbed some nightsticks and started tailing him back to his own place. Once we got there we busted in, and my buddy dragged him out of his room and onto his knees on the living room floor. Just as we were about to start beating the hell out of the guy though... my alarm goes off.

I don't really think this deserves its own thread but lately i've having short waking up periods when dreaming and having very vivid hallucinations.. The second i wake up i survey my room and for some reason i believe it to be cleaner/dirtier/rearranged and i start feeling afraid because i think someone rummaged through it when i was sleeping, and my room ends up feeling unfamiliar and weird. Other weird stuff is when i have dreams with criminals/burglars which happens a lot, especially if i hear voices outside of my bedroom, which generally come from the street. I wake up panicked, thinking someone is going to break into my room. This happens for about 10 seconds and then i proceed to lock my windows and my door. After doing that i feel safe and i go back to sleep. If i stay awake for too long during these weird trances i generally come to my senses and realize it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Is this normal? This has been happening for some 3 years now.

So in real life there is some girl i communicate a lot with on fb messanger, homework and stuff. So i had dream i tried to impress her by sending her lot of links to porn videos. Then i checked some of videos i send her and girls in it seemed pretty young or they acted young. I thought i may get into problems because of that so i tried to delete messages so she wont see it

You guys have this occuring type of dream where you need to get to some place but you are unable to do so, and getting more annoyed as dream unfolds. That was my last dream. I worked as volunteer in hospital and I had to meetalzheimer patient. I was in school, and teacher said answer to his math question is in his car. I and my friend had go look for his car. Plan was to go volunteer, then go look at his car and then go back to school. Then suddenly I found myself back in home and my friend was escaping from me. I found house of my childhood friend I asked her mother can she drive me to hospital, she gave me car keys but I said I can't drive, so she did drive me drive. I finally get into this patient room but I had trouble communicating with her

This is a great idea, OP. I have not kept a dream diary before, but threads on this board have made me contemplate the benefit of keeping one around. A lot of my disinterest towards keeping one primarily stems from the fact that a lot of my dreams are evocative (they tend to be nostalgia-driven), and being reminded of the good/bad that happened back in my "salad days" make me feel a lot of regret on how I used to operate back then. That said, I'll share mine that I experienced last night. I may or may not follow through posting every day, but any analysis/thoughts that people have regarding my dreams are definitely welcome: >Day 0 In this dream, I am currently in the process of transitioning back to my old job (the first job I landed right out of college). There is obviously some paper pushing that has to be done in order for me to be onboarded again, but my boss would prefer that I meet him in-person so I can fill out the papers that need to be notarized. He lives a little over 2 hours away in this dream (the actual distance between him and I currently is more like 6.5 hours), and I arrive at his townhouse around the "golden hour" on a Sunday. His wife and kids are there with him, and he tells me how elated to have me back on his team after I enter and go upstairs. He then takes me to this barren playroom that he is in the process of renovating for his kids, and he makes me initial/sign a few of the documents that I was not able to complete digitally. He leaves the playroom to get packed for a business trip he has to go on, and I hear his wife bicker at him for waiting until the last minute to get everything packed up (he replies with how he's not looking forward to this trip). His wife then comes into the room to say hi to me (his kids are also in there with me), and we all shoot the bull about random things while I'm initialing documents in a ton of different places. After I wrap that up, his wife asks me to come back on Monday to complete some forms that my boss forgot to bring, and I gladly oblige. I say bye to my boss (after he finishes packing) and to his wife/kids, and head out (it's around around 2100 now) to my car. I saw a few missed calls from my parents asking where I have been, and I answer and I tell them not to worry. The rest of the dream is me testing out a new record I was able to buy with (for whatever reason) a record player I had in my passenger's seat. I drive back to the city I live in and meet up with 2 distant friends of mine (both are also into record collecting in this dream for some reason), and we stop at a parking lot to look at all of the new records I had in the rear of my car from my most recent haul. I had a ton of records that I wanted to play, but couldn't bring myself to since my friend brought a copy of MBV's loveless to play up front. I take the record, my distant friends get in the back of my car, and I spin the record while we drive around aimlessly. I then wake up. A couple of real life aspects to note that probably contributed to this dream layer: I am currently stressed out about my current job, and I am not particularly fond of my new boss' style of management. I also hate change, because change stresses me out. I have Asperger Syndrome, which probably explains why I like to have a routine that seldom changes. Due to being quarantined in the country I live in (not to mention that I'm extremely reclusive), the 2 friends that I met up with were people I haven't talked to in a long time. I have very few friends I still talk to on a regular basis.

I had 2 dreams this night. First dream: I am character in film played by johnny deep. I am neet and virgin (like in real life) and i finally find girl who wants to have sex with me. We start with blowjob, but she makes it really complicated, like i need to hold dick certain way or she wont suck it or something like that. Then some time passed, we are in relationship and there comes a night i will penetrate her :) We start with foreplay, but something interrupts us. We are on street and band of some thugs attacks us. I take some metal rod and manage to beat em all up. This really makes her wet and we have sex (this is not wet dream, i dont remember sex but i remember blowjob, it was nice to feel inside of her mouth on my wiener :) ) Then girl meets up with her father who is conservative nutcase and he asks her when she will have children. Then i got woke up by mother, but i refused to get up and i took another nap because fuarrrk real world Second dream: University, we are at school trip, its some sort of boyscout camp and we are boyscouts now. Some woman yells at us and tells us what we need to do. We need to divide into group, and every group has some tasks to do. Some tasks are practical like: gather certain amount of wood; some are theoretical, like: write essay about all plants growing there. Boss of my group complains that i am in his group because he thinks i am lazy and i will slack off, but i am just anxious not lazy. Then i go to toilet, and i have shy bladder so i cant piss while all other people are walking around this toilet in middle of forest. So i give up and leave toilet and go look for my group members. I find group members and i ask them whats up and what are we doing. Guy answers: -Nothing, and you can actually leave because we know there will be no boyscout camp tomorrow. That woman wanted us to do actual work for her, but kids are fuarrrking around. He then told me story. It appears, that my university got into debt and they borrowed money from this boyscout camp. Then they cant pay their debts so they decided they will use their own students to work for free for camp under disguise of fun school trip, to pay for their debts. Thats all, i think there was more going on in first dream. But some of those dreams are pretty complex, like they pack so much narrative in so little time, so its hard to remember it all.

I was going to a job interview which was on the 512th floor of a building. Walls of the rooms were gray, but not completely empty(I.e. a couch or clock somewhere). Elevator was nice gold. When I stepped out of the elevator there was a man sitting at a desk. I sat down opposite him. I can't remember the questions he asked me though. Evidently I got the job. I go to work, this time he is still at the desk, but the room is opened up and there is another person and some more desks and stuff. Room looks very gray and bleak now. I kill a roach

In the start of the dream, I leave my house and go live in one of these islands on the Caribbean Sea because housing there is cheaper, I live there working as a hacker and eventually get to know someone from China there and we have some conversations about philosophy and internet stuff where I discover that he likes to play the game but can't stay all the time beucase of China censorship, that's when I perceive that this is a game like sims 3 but VR. I close the game and perceive that I am Lain. Looking around, the house I'm in is neither my real one nor Lain's house, I walk around the house and see Lain's father and mother, the sister nowhere to be found (and in the dream I don't even remember her exist), after a little while I get to know that my mother is going to the hospital and it's going to remain there for 1000 hours, I try to calculate how much time it would take for me to see her again and conclude around 2 months, I go with her to the hospital and when it's time to say goodbye I suddenly become deeply religious (and worse, a crazy evangelical one), my vision starts to shift and the symbols in the band shirts of random people become satanic symbols, I perceive that reality is shifting and I'm able to control how it shifts, I stop the change and come back to normal reality, back my attention to my mother and start to talk to her about god, how he is wonderful and that I'll pray for her, I make the reality around me change again so that the shirts have satanic symbols and start to tell her about the shirts, then I start to cry talking about how great God is and that she will be blessed, she agrees with me and enter the hospital, I then wake up. Important: The mother I refer to is Lain's mother, I accepted being Lain and that was my family. Although she doesn't say why she is going to the hospital, I conclude using real-life logic (my real mother has diabetes) that it was diabetes-related.

>>3285 Here Haven't had a dream in a while so I was really glad and confused at the same time because of what I saw >was browsing /int/ of another board in my dream >suddenly get a ton of messages from someone on discord >they say that they've found and figured out my whole info simply out of my posts and posting habits >doesn't make any sense, but for some reason felt really scared in my dream >wake up with no proper ending

Still waiting on the return of OP... This dream is more on the fantastical side than my previous ones, mostly because of the psychedelics and the magical healing. I'm pretty sure one of the main elements of it, the encrypted laptop, came from the attached comic by xkcd, it must have left an impression on me. Me, my best friend and my girlfriend were cruising down the highway in a mountainous region, traveling through the country with my friend's van, in which we slept. Because of what would happened afterwards, I'm assuming us 3 were involved in some sort of illegal activity, to which of high pertinence was my laptop, which like in the comic was heavily encrypted. I held some important unspecific info in there. By sundown we had noticed that for the last few hours we were being followed by two black cars and a black van, and they were approaching us at high speeds and catching up to us. We all instinctively understood what was about to happen as my friend stepped on it, bringing the van to its maximum speed, while my girl clutched firmly a baseball bat that im not sure would have been very helpful; I hastened to delete whatever was on my hdd asap ( I dont actually know what was inside, maybe coordinates to some drug stash or something ). However the pursuing van catches up to us, and rams us at full speed, making our car roll over and crash. Somehow the computer itself survived though, dream logic. From there we are dragged out the vehicle by men in black suits, the girl struggles and hits one of them with the baseball bat, but shes overpowered; We all are sedated, handcuffed, hooded and dragged into separate cars, im put inside the van. From here onwards I dont ever see my friends again. An hour or so passes while in the vehicle until im kicked out, what I see after they take off my hood is a completely empty parking lot, except for the van that brought me here, theres 4 or 5 men in black suits around me, one of them is separated from the rest and is quickly setting up a medical kit next to a tool kit. From here for the next hour or so Im tortured in various ways, and every now and then im asked questions, all relating to the password for my computer, it must have been important as even though they smashed several of my fingers, took a teeth out, beat me up, and hit me with pipes and a hammer I never spoke a single word. Every now and then the doctor would step in and advice against something, or patch me up to stay awake, which I recognized as a preventive measure to avoid accidentally killing me. After the hour passed one of the men got a brief phone call, once it was over they stopped harming me, and the doctor started treating me and patching different wounds I had. I was told to wait, and so I did, even though I didnt have much choice. After another hour or more passed, an expensive black limo came into the underground parking lot, and out of it came an old woman. The men made space for her and she walked slowly towards me. She said to me something akin to "You have something that belongs to us, Id like it back.", and I told her to go to hell, she smiled at this and then takes out a razor blade from her pocket, she gets up close to me, and slowly and gently puts the razor on the inside of my mouth: Then quickly with one quick motion she makes two slits on my cheeks ( Same as what the Joker does on that "Why so serious" scene from the dark knight. ). I felt a jolt of pain go through my body, and then a quick numb sensation, I fell to my knees and I could feel a river of flowing blood come out of my mouth, just pouring out. The doctor came back and tended to me, injecting me something that magically started healing the slits. The woman then spoke to me: "We cant afford to kill you, but maybe we can convince you to gives us what we want willfully, if youre open to the idea, please come with me", she stepped back into her car, and I didn't really have a choice on it, so I went with her as well. Inside the limo was an equally old fella, with a hippie manbun and a long beard. They spoke nothing through the ride. As we came out of the parking lot I realized we were no longer in the mountains, but in some sort of tropical coast. We drove for a long time until arriving at a very expensive-looking summer house, with alot of cars parked around it, all also very expensive-looking. As we parked the hippie old man gave the woman some sort of colorful pill, and the both took some of it. Walking into the house I noticed it was full of people coming in and out, doing conversation, like there was a party going on, beautiful women and men sharing drinks, playing by the large pool, eating and the house was extensively decorated with Hawaiian or tropical furniture, Very hippie and Californian. I was escorted to a surprisingly plain looking bedroom, and told to wait here for lunch. I tried taking a quick nap, and changed my dirty, sweaty clothes for ones supplied to me there, a Hawaiian shirt and some shorts and sandals. A man came to notice me the lunch was ready. We then walked to the table, which was outside not far from the pool, the table was very large, like out of DaVinci's last supper, it could easily fit 30 or so people which fit with the amount of people I had seen roaming around earlier, yet now, all of them had vacated the house and it was empty, except for the only 3 people in front of me: The old hippie guy, who was now shirtless and wearing some trendy sunglasses; The older woman, who was now having this huge dumb smile on her face, with a flopper hat and a white sundress; And someone I didnt know, a 16 or 17 year old girl, with white hair, similar to the older woman's, and wearing only a bikini. The woman motioned me to come closer as she stood up, and gleefully tiptoed to where I was, she held my hand and said something about being happy to see me here ( Weird since she took me here in the first place... ) and then put one of the pills she had taken earlier on my hand, and smiled. Without much of a choice I swallowed them, and felt a jolt of energy and vigor go down from my spine to the tips of my feet, she took my hand and sat me down to the table, next to the girl, and I saw my plate and it was a feast of different types of meat and fruits and so on. I started eating and it all tasted incredible, I got kind of lost into it. At some point I stood up and there was no one but the girl next to me, who was still sitting where she was, not looking in my direction. Standing up I realized everything was sort of waving and moving around, like made of jelly, if youve ever been on shrooms or psychodelics, it was really just that but more potent. I experienced much of the other typical hallucinations as well, like the geometrical shapes and frames, I was sweating alot, yet it was suddenly not sunset anymore but midnight, I turned to look at the swimming pool, and I ran to it and jumped, yet when I was in the air, instead of falling down to the water, the water rose upwards to me as I was suspended mid-air, and like vines it enveloped every part of my body until I was fully submerged. I opened my eyes then and saw the girl from earlier: exuding indescribable youthful energy, swimming towards me with a gleeful smile and her long silky hair waving through the water. Yet despite it being a really beautiful sight I felt afraid and swam upwards to the surface, once outside, it was no longer midnight, but early morning. The hallucinations seemed to have stopped, as I could swim normally out of the pool, at some point I had lost my clothes and was completely naked. I went to the table and it was full of empty plates and dishes, a complete mess, yet the old man and woman, and that girl, were nowhere to be found. I looked around and saw no one. I hurried inside, and as I enter the living room, I find that girl again, she greets me and asks if I had fun, and I in turn ask where everyone is, and she replies that in fact we are completely alone, no one left in the house but us two. She comes even closer, with a smug expression, and starts caressing my chest, I feel paranoid, this is where the dream ended, and I woke up. Overall, very trippy, I cant properly explain how distressed I was during the acid trip, nor how much it HURT when that granny cut my mouth. I do wonder though, what the hell was on that laptop? I assume it was drug related but none of it ever came up in the dream, nor did I have subconcious knowledge about it. I also assume the girl in the bikini was supposed to be the older lady's daughter.

>>3364 Had another dream today, was pretty happy about it. >Was in some dark (dark as in dark like a summer night) room that had ton of mattresses and beds, all filled with people >Had to help some man back to his bed who went to sleep on a cupboard accidentally >After that, get teleported to some place that I can't remember (a dining hall?), but it was filled with people >Spend time with some girl I'm pretty sure I've seen in my dreams before, although I'm blanking out with the face >Suddenly get teleported again, now to the nose of a ship, overseeing as we reach a harbor >Get to my car, exit the ship and start driving to the checkpoint >Get stopped by the guards, they ask me for some piece of paper >Get out of the car and open up the trunk, find the piece of paper >They ask me to find some line on the paper and fill some blank with it >Get frustrated with the writing, because almost all of it is gibberish, but manage, give it to them >Dream ends I really dislike when my dreams don't have an ending. Maybe I should fix my sleep, maybe that'd help?

In high school class with someone. I used to care about him a lot, but he cut me out of his life like almost 10 years ago. We were ignoring each other. Watching a skydiving vid, but it seemed sickening and insanely real, like the dream switched to actually skydiving. While walking out, I was surprised that we try to talk and he is being nice to me. Has hair clip on back of his head, looks silly, says i should wear one too and that he never felt freer; a typical sort of joke he would do. We are walking outside. I see others doing fun stuff and feel jealous. He runs after something, thought maybe its an animal. Random little girl appears and talks, says I look like i want to be his boyfriend. Can't find him. Look but he's gone. See other people from school, ask if they saw him. Girl says no. Guy says he's probably at some event i don't know about. -- I regularly have dreams like this with variations even though im near 30 years old now. He really fuarrrked with my head.

1st dream: I somehow managed to get an incredibly high paying job working for an agency for a celebrity. Most of the specifics I have forgotten, but I remember being treated like crap by the people there and I managed to get fired on the spot for filling out paperwork that was unbeknownst to me very important and confidential in a public area on the 3rd day there. My last memory of the dream is getting in a car with my parents and explaining to them that I got fired and them being incredibly disappointed. 2nd dream: I was back in high school again and sitting down during lunch, I remember talking with some person about something, but then I saw a girl that I tried to build a relationship with in high school, she said something to me that I don't remember and hugged me, the last thing I remember from the dream was feeling heavenly and in hyper-bliss, then I woke up.

>>3357 Second dream: Layer 2: A punk and a skinhead were fighting in a street and a lot of people formed a circle around to watch, I went to watch too and the guy at my side pulls a knife and tries to stab me, he barely hits my arm and I run, he starts to pursue me and pull out knifes and throw then at me and manage to hit me in the back and in the neck, it hurts a fuarrrking lot and I start to run with all I can while he keeps throwing knifes, hitting some and missing others, eventually he lost me. Layer 1: I wake up in my bed and perceive that it was a dream but the places I was hit still hurt, I look at them and see blood, I rub it while running towards a mirror, there I look at the wounds and they were with some of them looking like they healed recently, I figured I cleaned the blood while rubbing and actually woke up with people singing in real life. I have lots of dreams where I'm actually dreaming that something is happening, weird.

>>3368 Had another dream >Was in a hotel of some sorts with a group of people >At the reservation table, about to check out >We do it, leave it >As I step outside, remember I left my bag there >Turn around, they've locked the doors, but people were still indoors >Panic, decide to smash in the door, was made of glass >Walk in, take my bag, leave >Wake up

I been having disturbing dreams like this: >Middle East >Me and a bunch of other people >Exit the building >Notice earthquake >Nuke is going off >Middle East is getting nuked by the US I can still remember how the earthquake felt. I don't remember much after the initial attack. It still feels real to me.

Had a dream where I was rapidly balding, had very thin hair. Quite scary

At some point in my dream last night my mom was harassing me about something or other, and I tried screaming into a pillow but it came out as a full unmuffled scream anyway. I also had another dream last night where I accidentally changed the window size of tor browser and couldn't figure out how to reset it. Everything I tried ended up with it maximized. An interesting thing is that during that second dream I remembered the first one and was already questioning whether or not it was a dream.

Today I had a dream where I was in the backyard of my house with my family and some friends. We live in a hill, and down the hill (in the edge of my backyard) there is a "forest". But there was an enormous, humanoid dark ostrich roaming there. We were hoping that it would not see us, but eventually it saw us. We were in a kind of small house with one room that had no walls towards the forest, so there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. My friends distracted that aberration for me to run, and I ran and left them behind. I left open the door of the fence so that my dog could escape and my friends would waste no time opening the door if they managed to escape. Then, I don't remember how, but I launched myself towards the big city. Unlike my house, the city was a completely different city, and was nothing like real life. There were only (relatively) tall buildings, and the buildings were really close to each other, they all had small things (like halls, assembly rooms) on the roof and you could barely see the roads since they were so close together. It looked like I was in some sort of apocalyptic scenario. The people on the roofs were generally well equipped with guns and bulletproof vests, walked in small groups and were always on alert in case some other group decided to attack. Then I also discovered in the city there was a big dark cat, and three of these creatures (the cat, the ostrich and some other creature that I don't remember) were at war. I don't remember much else except that some of my friends managed to escape the ostrich, there was a segment where I entered the last flat of one of the buildings, which looked like a fancy night club, and there I talked with two people for quite some time, (fortunately) we never saw that ostrich again and we got to meet that other creature.

Just had a dream where i was looking at a graveyard for songs and someone next to me and i were discussing the beauty of a songs efficiency and complexity on the guitar because viewing the headstones would psychicly (sp) transpose the song and every detail of understanding its composition into a person's head, you could kind navigate the info it gave you

Yesterday I had a dream where me (in the form of a child) and other children were in a facility of monsters that used us for experiments, and then after quite some time trying to plan how to escape me and some of the other children escaped with me, and we dispersed into small groups or down to the individual level so that it would become harder to follow us. The first moments of the escape were pretty vivid, the sun was gone, the sky was starting to turn dark and I remember looking back and seeing aerial lights and those weird creatures trying to locate us, and looking to my sides and seeing the other children running and dispersing, while feeling the euphoria of running away. After some time running the chances of the creatures finding us were pretty low, and I felt a sensation of relief and freedom. Then, I and some other children somehow crossed an entire sea without a boat and an entire desert by foot, until we arrived at a buddhist monastery/community/city that gave housing to us. I remember how the monastery was, but I don't remember a lot of things after that. I am not buddhist and I do not personally know anyone that is buddhist, so I don't know why this theme has already appeared twice or thrice in my dreams.

Hey all. I stopped posting but I'm planning on resuming. I got discouraged for a while and while I kept a dream diary I was worried about returning after being gone for so long. I am interested in continuing this project however, and hope it's not too late to make up for lost time. I was inspired to return by a recent dream. Layer 68 >with a group of people >we are all entering a cave to chase a sorceress >once we get to the end of the cave, we see her >as soon as we reach her, she finishes a ritual and summons tremendous monsters >the monsters rip every person apart but me >they have a huge eye on their chest, and long bulky arms that tear flesh >their heads have massive within a thin head extending out like the neck of a clam >run and find a trapdoor to hide under >stay hidden for a short time, until I stop hearing the sounds of the creatures >when I emerge, I am at a sunny amusement park and I immediately notice 50 years have passed >meet someone and become their friend, I have not aged a day in my hiding >on top of a roller coaster I see the sorceress again >she casts a spell and once again summons the monsters on the humans, who are this time clearly innocent. >they again kill indiscriminately, and my friend dies a gory death >find a corner to hide in, but fear that I will become trapped in a cycle >despite this fear hide once again >emerge from hiding >50 years have passed >the way I can tell is just a gut feeling, as if I know it is true instinctively >I am in a barren, orange desert with only the sweeping dust populating it >the entire human race was eradicated by the creatures >once again see the sorceress >she speaks to me, but I do not understand what she says >I decide to try to cast a spell myself, in the same fashion she has been >somehow succeed, but instead of summoning monsters I summon angels >they have angelic wings and an elephant's head, with the body of a gorilla >they begin overturning and killing the monsters >I blink and in an instant 100 years pass >all of the monsters are dead >the last elephant angel walks up to me and gives me a sad look before dying >the earth is still barren, and all humans are dead >I wander the wasteland looking for anything worth finding >find the cave that it all started in >walk towards the end of it >find the sorceress sat up against the wall, injured and dying >I speak to her, she speaks to me, no words I could comprehend are shared >only raw emotion >felt comforted by her companionship, despite being enemies >I sit down next to her, and we both die naturally The dream was overwhelmingly sad, and the sense of despair it created was incredible. Words can hardly describe it. I won, but there was nothing left. It left a significant impression on me and inspired me to continue posting here. The primordial truth that I connected to in the dream, beyond words and beyond mortal understand, stirred my passion for this project once more. I'm gonna resume this and do my utmost to not take another hiatus.

I forgot to write my dream yesterday so let me write both of my dreams. >Yesterday >I was in a city that resembles no city I ever saw >The city had a small, lingering oppressing air >The houses/buildings were very close to each other and the streets were really narrow >The sky was covered in clouds, it was a dark day >The buildings were somewhat Persian-themed >There were no big houses, either you were poor and lived in a small house or you were rich and lived in a flat >I did not have the opportunity to enter any flat, but I explored the city and had the opportunity to visit houses >The houses were small, there were barely any walls, the all of the rooms were at different heights, and you could access them by using stars that had only 2 to 3 steps each >I however did visit the garden of one of the buildings, there was barely any vegetation besides some trees and some bushes >Pic related, except there was less green >The majority of the buildings were painted only with a dirty white and faded red color >I don't remember exactly what I was doing in that city, but eventually I started discussing with someone about the difference between the consciousness of someone that was sleeping and someone that was awake >The consciousness of someone that is asleep is like a broken torus, and the closer someone is to being awake, the closer both ends of the broken torus were >Once you wake up the ends of the torus meet each other and it becomes a complete torus >It is apparently possible to control you state of consciousness once you understand this concept >After that I don't remember if there was a connection, but now I find myself in a landscape that is the complete opposite of what it was before >This place is largely based on somewhere I know irl >I am in a hill (the city was located somewhere completely plain), most of the ground with the exception of the road is filled with grass, and the grass had this really vibrant green, and the sky was completely clear and had a vibrant blue color with a tint of cyan >I am trying to find my mother and my father, I am accompanied by my brother and initially we were walking with a relatively large group of people (20-30 people), they were dressed as if they went/were going to a field trip (using shorts, small backpacks, light shirts, etc) >There are almost no buildings, none of the buildings were houses, most of the buildings looked like small stores >I felt happy and extreme freedom at this location >The buildings are constructed in a modern style, about what you would expect from a store today, and all of them were rectangular-shaped, placed horizontally >Except for this museum which had an extremely modern architecture style, was completely white, was largely made out of glass and had a round shape >We enter the museum (and the group of people continue following the road), it looked futuristic inside (though the museum was completely empty) >We find our parents there >We exit the museum and start to enter a part of the city that had more buildings, though it had the same atmosphere as before Now the dream I had today: >I was in the university of [redacted], though it looked nothing like the real place >It was extremely complicated to get to this university through road >In the way there was a village of witches >I don't remember what I did in this village, except that I acquired a motorcycle >I got to the university >The university looked more like an extremely oversized mansion than an university >I go to the dorms (which were just big rooms), choose my bed >Each dorm had at least 12 beds and not much other that that >I ate breakfast, but it looked more like lunch >I also found a night club in there >I interacted shortly with some people in there >Tried to find my dorm again twice, failed miserably >Don't remember what happened, but apparently I traveled to 2 different dimensions and in the meantime I remembered where was my dorm, though it was too late, and unbeknownst to me I would never be able to reach the university again >Don't remember the first one, but in the second one there was a cave >There were two guards using Chinese clothing, they ordered that I was captured >Tried to run away, a rock golem with a red crystal in its center that shot lasers tried to capture me >Get close to me, hear faintly a voice coming from the crystal asking for me to help him >Extract the crystal from the golem, the crystal turns into a creature that promises to help me >Realize that they transformed whoever they captured into those golems >That creature tries to help me fight those guards, however I remember an item that a witch gave me, opened my inventory like in an RPG, used it and returned to my original dimension, in the road that led to the university >Summon the motorcycle I had mentioned earlier, pass through the village of witches (though this time there was nobody in there), and I couldn't find the university >Wake up >>3512 Glad to hear that you are back! Though I am sorry to hear about your dream, but the end at least looks a little bit comforting.

I only slept 3 hours last night (insomnia), so my sleep was disordered. Despite this I had a vivid dream. Layer 69 >in a forest, staying at a cabin where I live >lots of firs and pines in the area, they looked dry >walk away from the cabin and start walking along the 1 lane highway through the mountains >see my uncle drive past me in an orange car >he stops and greets me, I ask him how he's doing >tells me about how his wife doesn't want to see him anymore, and he's setting out to live his own life >ask him what happened that she was upset with him and wanted him to leave >he said it wasn't like that at all >sensed I shouldn't ask him more >ride along with him by holding onto the side of the car for what felt like a long time >look up at the sky and notice that it is the prettiest time of dusk when all the pinks and oranges fill up the sky >get a sense of euphoria >look down, my uncle disappeared and I am lost, the car is nowhere >wake up It was a good dream, I have no real reason why. My waking mood hasn't been different but I certainly welcome it. >>3515 Those are cool dreams! I've had the RPG inventory happen to me before as well. It's so comical in hindsight but it feels totally natural in the dream for me. I probably played too many video games.. The analogy in your dream about a broken torus is actually incredibly interesting. I really like that visualization. A torus and a cylinder are impossible to tell apart unless you can see it end to end. It is a really intuitive visual example, and your consciousness is getting very precise to make such a meta analysis in the middle of your dream. Those gaps in memories when you dream are so funny I think. >look for dorm >??? >in another dimension It's the kind of stuff that makes dreams fun. The oppressive air in your first dream reminds me of the fires on the US west coast right now. They aren't necessarily linked but I wonder if they could be. It's interesting that both of your dreams were extremely setting oriented and you noted disproportionate size for everything nearly. The houses were small, the streets narrow, the museum massive. When I dream, more than the size of things I recall their colors. I wonder if this is something connected to our brains or psychology. My guess is as good as yours. The dreams I get where I wander a setting, I often wonder how much real life time I spend within them. They always feel so timeless, like a painting. Thanks for the kind reply. I admire you for still being here a lot. I'm scared to come back because I don't want to fail at my goals again, but people like you encourage me through what you do.

My dream was really uninteresting today and I forgot most of it when I woke up, the only thing I remember is: >Am a wizard >Summon a dragon >Some punks decide to challenge it for a fight >"heh, you're in for a treat, plebs" >Fight starts >Somewhere along the fight another dragon comes in to help them That's the only thing that I remember and the only interesting thing about my dream.

Layer 70 >singing a song >turn around behind me and see someone recording me >they upload the video to the wired and a bunch of people all run up to me and start making fun of me >try to get away and can't Layer 71 >trying to do math homework >it is due soon >cannot finish in time, working on problems as class starts >teacher tells students to turn in homework >walks up to my desk and says: >if you didn't do it all don't pretend to have done it >feel incredibly guilty and ashamed Layer 72 >in a grassy yard >there is a large covered outdoor platform >I talk so someone, the topic I forget Layer 73 >delivering an item (a geometrical shape like a tetrahedron, but it kept morphing and changing shape) >thought people were going to try to stop me so I was running >fall over >a german man helps me up and tells me I'm almost there >keep going and wake up before I get there Weird dreams, but my level of detail retention is improving so I'm happy about that. The first 2 dreams made me feel really bad. >>3517 That's a cool part of a dream at least. Don't be down on yourself, you're under no obligation to be exciting with every dream. If anything, the thugs summoning a dragon for themselves is probably your subconscious getting bored with your dream and trying to spice things up! Hopefully you get a dream you're more satisfied with tonight.

Layer 74 >in a train station >getting off the train >there is a massive gate with doors that shut >big sign on it that says no free dessert >overhear strangers saying that they had to stop giving free desert and there was enough food anyways >confused what they mean but stay away from the door >go around it and see a massive pit with a 15 foot tall humanoid monster >realize the doorway was designed to open up sometimes to feed it >try to figure out a way to stop it and save people from being eater >spend a lot of time and can't figure it out >feel increasingly upset with my inability to fix it, and multiple people get eaten in front of me Layer 75 >all over the place dream >to condense it, there were immortal walruses who had incredibly huge agricultural purposes. >they could cure disease and made nearly infinite milk >however they were incredibly aggressive to humans and since they were immortal overpopulated >they start to attack the humans >I get enlisted to help deal with the problem by a group of mermaids >they give me the ability to move very fast >remember being by a alley that was too thin to run through so I jumped onto the roof heading to the coastline >go into the ocean and find the king of the immortal walruses in an underwater throne room >looks like an edgy version of Poseidon, has black riveted mail and purple skin but is traditionally shaped >I try to fight him for a while and he overpowers me >crash against a wall, break my back, and lose my ability to move >the mermaids abandon me >king of the ocean spares me, but I still cannot move >he takes me to the shore out of respect for my bravery (actually a nice person) >when I get back find the government culled a bunch of the walruses >the king of the ocean realizes that was why I tried to fight him and he told me I should have just asked because he had forgotten Layer 76 >in a church >everyone in the church is talking about how they wished there was a 9:30 service >there is a slot machine in the church >have 6$ and buy a ticket >win 12$ >trying to figure out how to withdraw the money on the machine >church starts and everyone is looking at me with disgust for trying to get the money out >taking forever to figure out, very embarrassed >accidentally miss a dollar taking it out of the machine but leave it there out of embarrassment >everyone is yelling at me and calling me names

>>2996 I had two dreams in the last few weeks and I wanted to post about them, the details are lost, but the crazy part is both of them came true. the first, i dont remember too many of the details, but I was walking around and suddenly I saw code written on the side of a building, and I thought that it was a weird dream. Then about 3 weeks later, my car broke down, and I was walking to work, and I noticed something odd >there was a bunch of gibberish written in a code format with brackets and spacing even though ti seemed like a bunch of nonsense code. I took a picture of it, because it was exactly like my dream The other dream that I had, I was overlooking a cityscape, and there was a whole section of dream involving a train, but it seemed too cinematic to be a dream, and too real to be just my imagination, but there was a surreal feeling like it was also somehow fake. Then a few weeks later I was watching a new anime, and it was exactly the scene from my dream.

Today I dreamed that I was in an island, and the only person that lived in this island was someone that does not exist irl (I'll call him John, even though this was probably not his name, just to make it easier for me to mention him), and he lived in a mansion. It was not clear if I also lived there or was just visiting there, but I had no house in that island. The first thing I remember doing is going to a small supermarket (which is not that surprising since John was apparently rich, although I did not understand why he built a supermarket in the first place) (pic related is similar to the scenery outside of the supermarket), and the supermarket had a single cashier, I wanted to buy food (I don't remember if I bough chocolate, yogurt or both) and I created money out of thin air to pay for it, and for some reason the cashier just accepted it even knowing that I created it (although it was in theory genuine money). Eventually John became aware of my existence, apparently he didn't know that I was in the island, and I became his friend. Eventually more people came to the island and me, John and those people formed a party to defeat a chimera that inhabited the island. The island's population grew for some time and a small city was formed in the island, and apparently I became ridiculously strong (not necessarily physical strength, idk if I had some kind of power or was just physically strong). I remember another scene where people were building an apartment complex, and under that apartment there was an enormous shark, and my friends were there to do something about it, and they could have defeated him at one point but they were afraid and made the stupid decision to just imprison him using concrete, so I went there by helicopter, my friends thanked me for coming because they were afraid that the shark would break the concrete at any time and they all would fuaarking die, and I alone defeated that creature. Eventually the small town grew to the size of a regular town, and the next thing I remember was inspecting an area of town at night that had no tall buildings, just large houses, and at one point during the inspection there was a blackout, but the lights came back shortly after. The houses were really fancy, I really liked them, and there were no cars in the streets at that time. This last part and the first part where I was at the supermarket were really comfy, and overall I liked the dream, and I think I felt no negative emotions throughout the entire dream, which is quite rare on dreams where big creatures appear. >>3521 Sorry to hear about that first dream, the worst type of dreams in my opinion are those in which I feel powerless, either to save myself or others.

I'm sorry, I thought I posted this in the morning but I forgot to submit my post. I couldn't sleep last night so I had no dreams. >>3522 That's interesting. Sounds like a prophetic dream, if you believe in those anyways. That's cool that you know they are exactly the same, sometimes I get severe deja vu from dreams but it felt different enough in the dream I don't think of it as the same thing. It's cool that you experience that, hopefully you can see it to productive ends. >>3523 That sounds like a really good dream. The dreams where everything is serendipitous feel so soothing. I hope it was relaxing for you. I find after a dream without much stress I feel better during the day. Hope you are. It feels nice to be empowered, and you just slayed a massive shark.

Waking up, I feel very disconnected from reality. My head is padded with wet towels and recalling everything I dreamed is hard Layer 77 >in a long hallway >shop shutters all along >they starts closing >try to move past them before they close and trap me >never stops so I give up >hang out in my little cell for a while >nothing to do to get out >get bored

The only things I can remember about my dream today is buying a kind of encyclopedia that contained everything about ATC and airplanes, then I got to an "airclub" (like a small airport but only small planes could come in, and there are restaurants, places to repair and modify planes, etc), and inside this encyclopedia there were a lot paper sheets containing notes (the notes were very technical) that the seller made, and the seller was an old man that dedicated his life to planes. I don't know how I got to the airclub, but it had something to do with a strange race that ocurred in a house that did not follow conventional physics laws: I don't remember the exterior of the house but the interior was way too big, there were doors in the ceiling and in the middle of the walls, you could sometimes walk in the walls and even in the ceiling even if the gravity was not reversed (and that scared the fuaark out of me, I remember one time I was running in an upside down staircase in constant fear that I would fall and break my neck), etc. Overall the architecture, posters and about everything reminded me of the '80s (even though I wasn't alive at that time). It was evening, almost night when I was in the airclub, and for some reason in this dream I was a small child (an approximately 10 y.o. child) and I remember sitting on the ground in the middle of a runway, in that large flat land covered in grass, and around me there were some planes and some middle-aged men talking to each other, and talking to me sometimes. The dream was race was quite stressing and frenetic, but the airclub part was really calming and comfy. >>3527 Did you wake up voluntarily or your was it natural? Generally when I get bored in my dreams either I (involuntarily) wake up or become lucid before waking up shortly after (also involuntarily), and when the latter happens for some reason my dream gets really wacky really fast, even though it's not always like that when I get lucid in other occasions. I wonder if it's just my ADHD kicking in.

Layer 78 >in a room that resembles a hotel lobby with (redacted) >5-10 people who were not real were talking with us in a big circle >someone says something about philosophy that makes me really angry >I don't want to ruin the mood so excuse myself and walk down a hallway >(redacted) comes up to me and asks me if I am doing alright >say yeah I am >they say ok and head back >feel encouraged that they checked up on me, but felt sad because I knew I didn't belong in this place >go outside, it is nighttime and snowy >sit on a bench and bask in the cold, enjoying that smooth chill that rolls up your bones >see the people talking together by a fire >contemplate that they enjoy being warm and I enjoy being cold, become very melancholic >wake up I went back to sleep for an hour and a half Layer 79 >in the water >clearly in the open ocean, no seafloor >the waves are slapping my face so I dive under the water >see a mako shark swimming towards me >I don't believe I can get away from it, so try to push it away >it bites down onto my arm just above the elbow >try swimming away, but the shark won't let go >swim with one hand and drag it and myself to shore (took an unrealistically short amount of time to do this) >only one woman is on the shore, she runs up to me and tries to help >she grabs the shark's jaws and makes it release its grip >immediately blood shoots out and a flash of moderate real pain hits me (probably like a 4/10 pain for a waking person) >she tells me that I can't bleed out >wake up, perhaps due to the pain Overall I was happy with these dreams. I know it sounds strange but they were detailed and rich enough for me to like them despite their negative nature. In a way, a dream that's a little bad is cathartic. I like good dreams obviously, but I don't mind morbid things and they make for better waking reflection. Better happy than bad than bland. The 2nd dream didn't inspire fear in me, the only disturbing part was the pain. The first dream was a little sad but I believe thematically significant. >>3528 Yeah that race part sounds scary, but the rest sounds pretty comfy. It's a cool dream to hear about. I wonder if you were a child because it looked like the 80s and that made you think you had to be little if it was in the past. Hard to tell what psuedo-logic the brain strings together. No gravity in the dream must have been scary, the fact that it's down is a fundamental aspect of our lives but not at all given. Probably one of the scariest things would be that changing. I wonder if there is thematic significance of that. A magazine for middle aged women would probably call shifting gravity caused by uncertainty. I don't know if I can entirely believe that. Maybe you can naturally feel vertigo as you sleep, just from the balancing thing in your ear, and your consciousness accounts for it by making you unbalanced and topsy turvy in your dream. I'm not sure but its a cool idea to poke around with. It's hard to separate the wheat from chaff in dreams, I'm sure you get what I mean. The thematic, important values within them and the psychological static are seamless in presentation. My inclination is that a lot of what' happens to you and I in dreams has immense personal significance. I suppose that was just a statement in general about dreams and not your dream. Hopefully the nice aspects of your dream overshadowed the uncomfortable aspects. Planes are really cool, and watching them take off while relaxing on the ground doesn't sound bad at all. >Did you wake up voluntarily or your was it natural? Kind of voluntarily? I remember being fed up with it in the dream and I woke up pretty shortly after. I become lucid moments before waking up too, and I'm certain it's me waking up because the dream ended as I've had it happen in the middle of the night immediately as well. I know what you mean about dreams getting wacky really fast, it's like an overwhelming amount of events start happening with no new details and it will honestly give me a headache if it continues too long. Like I'll be in my dream and think to myself, this is a stupid dream; noticing I am suddenly in a mexican standoff with the pope and the god of lobsters. Then I wake up pretty quickly after those. The most enjoyable dreams I have are usually not lucid, though if I condition myself as I am falling asleep to be mindful I am sleeping and going to dream and I will lucid dream I can. I just choose not to because it's not exciting. It's basically just imagination, and I don't dream to daydream. Makes sleep quality better too. Anyways, yeah I think I get where you're coming from. Luckily I get bored in dreams pretty rarely, day before yesterday was a super atypical night of sleep so that probably accounts for it.

My only memory was getting a new job, and at this place I met this cute girl I used to work with in my first job. She was married now, yet it was her husband who changed last names instead of her. I was kinda bummed when I found that out, because she was really cute and I liked being around her back when we worked together, and she seemed like the kind of person who didn't talk to many people or even leave the house much.

Today I also can't remember much, except that I was a woman and an extremely skilled witch. I remember that at the end of the dream me and some more witches were going somewhere by riding our brooms, and I had to hide my true skills and my technical knowledge. The only "advanced" technique that I used was one acquired in the island of wind, where you make your legs and hand disappear to make you more aerodynamic, and I only used this because some other people also used it.

I cannot recall my dreams last night, I must have had something but there was only one memory that Griffith was in my dream when I woke up. Frustrating. >>3530 That's an interesting dream. Sorry she wasn't available in it for you to swoop in. It's funny how you can have something deep in your subconscious dug up by dreams. I don't assume she has lasting significance to you but it's interesting you dreamed about her. >>3532 You couldn't remember much either? So strange between 3 of us the memory is so sparse. That's funny that you were someone totally different from your usual self. It's very interesting. It strengthens my belief in the anima that sometimes we are female in our dreams. That was very modest of you to not use any tricks that were too fancy to show off. Sounds like you're a polite person in real life probably.

>>3406 Here, haven't posted here in a while Anyways I don't remember the beginning but the end went like this >I ghosted a girl for some reason, but not much of importance >Suddenly, be at my house >Find out I'm being stalked/obsessed by a few (9?) people and to this day they'd still keep every picture and info posted online and discuss whether I still do things I did a few years ago, also they harassed my friend >Really stressed out, also my mom is there for some reason in the house >Find out she has a weakened immune system and may not live much longer (Totally unrelated to the previous situation, so idk why that occured) >Suddenly, be at some hospital >Nurse tells me to choose a room (for myself I assume?) >Peek into the first room, three kids in one room, one bed is place at the most left corner of the room. The kids are talking, one of them is bald, one wore glasses >Keep walking in the hallway, end up in some connecting hallway with curtains >Can feel the tears suddenly run down my cheek >Start audibly crying >Wake up I know the dream made 0 sense, but I think it subconsciously addresses a few of my fears like fear of mortality and my paranoia. >>3512 Glad you are back

Today I had 3 dreams, but I can remember only the last 2. The first that I remember unfortunately I only remember very vaguely, and had something to do with marriage. The second one I was in a wealthy family, and our family had the power to control flames. My parents were not good parents, and I remember our house was floating in space, and it was an enormous house. The first thing I remember was talking to my former history professor and making the OK sign, but he thought that this sign was racist, so I invented something about the position of the symbol that made the way I did it not racist. The second thing I remember was that I was in a party, and everything was going well, until everyone disappeared and the energy ended (although the lights were on I couldn't turn on the main computer). Apparently this happened because we found a bunch of floating books in space, and then someone went to get them but a small hole appeared on the oxygen tube, and obviously everyone ran. It is not explicitly stated but heavily implied that this was done on purpose by someone that was outside. Then I had a discussion with my brother (not my actual brother, nobody that was in the second dream actually existed except for my history teacher) about his girlfriend that was in a cryogenic chamber. I freed her and proved to him that he knew nothing about her, and then he made me promise to do a bunch of things that basically forbid me to use my family powers. About the power, whenever we use it, flaming Phoenix wings appear from our backs and other than being able to control fire we became immune to heat, I remember fighting with my brother in a pool of lava. Anyways, after the discussion I essentially just discarded my family's power since I practically couldn't use it anymore, and became powerless and was not considered a part of the family anymore. But then I found a dead white cat on the ground (almost certainly a reference to Chrona) and the cat disappeared when I touched it, and I gained another power, the power to control time, although I remember using it only to stop time. Then I had a small fourth dream about wanting to post my third dream in this thread. Also, on my third dream there was a time where someone actually told me the truth about everything that had happened, but he did not state who was the culprit behind everything. Overall I liked the third dream.

weird dream today, dreamt that somehow I was in this house where this kid was getting abused by someone and somehow I was a toy witnessing this, all I could do was transform into a human and trick the guy and make him run after me before getting caught multiple time, like a game. It was fun dreaming about but I'm pretty sure I was suppose to help the poor girl. Oh well, it sounds like a cool game concept with a couple of puzzles of course

last night I had an interesting dream. In the dream, I was back in high school. Long story short, the teacher wanted me to carry out a sql injection on some seedy forum and I didn't know what the fuarrrk I was doing.

>>3512 Welcome back. I was hoping you'd return one day. I find your dreams very interesting and love reading what you write.

Had a 3rd dream about a girl from high school. Why is she coming to me in my dreams? She doesn't even like me. She falls in love with me in each dream https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB2lgkJl4LA

Strange dreams last night Layer 80 >in a massive house >constantly shifting around like the labyrinth >there are a couple other people inside, but everyone is doing their own thing >a bunch of cultists with red masks chase around me and the few normal people >there is an area in the middle with bags of dirt, and somebody is constantly moving the dirt every time I revisit the place >explore lots of hallways and corridors, eventually find a hallway with blindingly bright white light and no other features >walk through it and God starts talking to me >tells me that I can escape this place if I do not let it overtake me >finish going through the hallway and return to the normal mansion >find a mask, discover the cultists dont attack me if I hide by wearing it >walk around, this time much safer in the mask >find the white hall again >God is really angry at me for wearing the mask >I apologize and take it off >this time when I reach the end of the hallway I go to a new place Layer 81 >on a tropical island, in a resort by the beach >inside a lodge with a wooden roof >a bunch of people are there and a movie comes on >see the movie from the perspective of the people inside it Layer 82 >am a sailor on a 1700's style galleon >a sea monster comes to the ship >keep handing cannonballs to my crewmate and we're trying to stop it >it sinks the ship very quickly, and everyone drowns but me and the crewmate who is my friend >we hang onto a piece of wreckage and talk about life >the sharks are afraid to come near us Layer 81 >back at the movie theater >movie just ended >feel a little confused, ignore the thoughts intentionally to not have the dream turn lucid >consider that I might be in a dream and dismiss it immediately >when the movie ends go to a different room to sleep >it is night >sleeping on a mat on the floor >try to sleep and cannot >sexual content warning >masturbate to make sleeping easier >a large pool of cum spills on the floor where I'm sleeping >need to clean it up >go looking for a product to clean it up with but can't find anything >when I come back my mom found it >very embarrassed >she tells me there is something that will clean it up it a certain area of the building, complicated directions >go looking for the cleaning product and get lost Layer 80 >back at the courtyard of the mansion I began at >the bags of dirt have been poured out onto the sandy courtyard >get an overwhelming fear and wake up Freaky dream, but I'm very happy with my recall. I think the dream might have had some meaning. I reflected on it a bit before posting here. I think God got so angry at me because putting on the mask was becoming like the cultists in a way. When I hadn't escaped the place I had the sense I would never be able to get out. Maybe I feel trapped? Maybe going deeper layer after layer symbolizes myself analyzing and retreating into my dreams from real life. Not sure. Either way it felt very powerful personally and I am grateful for the experience. Sorry for the sexual part, didn't feel like a necessary detail to omit and I felt primarily embarrassed, not aroused by it. >>3535 Sounds like you have a good sense of the thematic nature of your dream. It sounds really unpleasant, I'm sorry about that. I wonder if the bald kid had cancer or something. The details like that interest me. How deep does the dream world goes past what we can remember? It's very interesting. I hope you have sweet dreams tonight. >>3536 The third dream seems really cool. Not all sunshine and daisies, but it makes for a great story and is very interesting. Could just as easily be a random book you take off of a bookstore shelf as a dream, but your mind came up with it all spontaneously. I hope you get more dreams like it since it was so nice. The power to control fire seems way less practical than the power to control time anyways, so good on you for picking such a cool power up lol. Hopefully those powers in your dream mean you've been feeling powerful in general recently, just as dreams can reflect insecurities I think they can reflect confident parts of our subconscious. >>3537 Sad dream, but obviously you shouldn't feel guilt for not saving a person who isn't real. Maybe next time you will! Recurring dreams aren't uncommon. I think it's humorous in a way that in dream logic the only way you could help is transform into a human and get chased. Sorry that it was so sad, it sounds like you did your best and are a good person though for endangering yourself for her sake. Says a lot about your character that you immediately set your priorities to helping others. >>3539 Sorry for being gone so long. I missed a few days and then felt too ashamed to come back. Personal growth has happened since then and since I couldn't forget about this project I decided to swallow my pride and post again. It's really nice to share the experience of dreaming with others. I really missed it and I sincerely appreciate you all. I'm very sorry for making you wait so long. >>3540 I don't know. Maybe you have a case of oneitis, or perhaps just because she's been in your dreams you think about her so she appears in your dreams ad infinitum. Dreams are funny things. Love is funnier. I can at least attempt to interpret a dream, interpreting love is a fool's errand. I hope you find the love she gives in your dreams from a real person in your waking hours. When you do I think your dreams will turn to her instead of this girl from high school.

I was thinking of not writing this dream, but ultimately I decided why the fuaark not, but by now I've forgotten many parts of the dream. I remember I was a fairy (I was still male) and me and other fairies had the duty to protect a liquid gem that had an enormous power. We were more like Touhou fairies, in the sense that we were not small (just childlike) and we basically were beings that carried enormous life force with us, and we were able to maintain nature alive using that life force. I also remember that we were trying to establish contact with humans and we were trying to have a peaceful relationship with them. Me and my friends were in London (even though I have never been to London before) and I remember we got to explore the city. I remember that by the end of the dream there was 2 humans that were really aggressive towards us, and by that time the liquid gem was in the human world, and we were guarding it. They brought all kinds of improvised weapons to us, and my punches did almost nothing to them. Even if they were attacking us I felt bad for punching them, but they did not stop, so as a last resort I shoved my fingers in one of the thug's eyes. I did not put much force into it since I didn't want to blind him, but he fell to the ground screaming in pain. I felt really bad and stopped, and warned them to not come back again, since this was a consequence of their actions. I also remember during the fights I was thrown into a room where a meeting between human and fairy representatives was happening, and they even though I and the thug were there for just a second they looked surprised, at the time I did not think much of it but in hindsight it is really bad that a meeting with the objective of establishing peace between humans and fairies was interrupted with a fight between a human and a fairy.

>>3543 Fuaaark, forgot to change my name again

I dreamed that I was wandering a wasteland with my sister, except the sister in the dream was not my sister in real life, she looked different but acted similarly. We fled mutants through the forest and we had some kind of protector. Anyway most of the dream was a rush of impressions, I don't remember. But one thing I remember very clearly, I remember watching a dozen or more missiles fly up into the air, and I remember *knowing* that they were nukes, and I suddenly felt a great lightness in my chest. I watched them soar up and I laughed.

>>3185 Haven't posted in a while but had an interesting dream. There were black birdlike things that you could throw into the air, and they would stay there frozen in space. You could then grab them and move away from the original position, and if released they would fly back on their own, becoming frozen in the air again. I brought them farther and farther from their original position, and once they were far enough away they would start to glitch through my hands to escape and fly back.

I couldn't sleep at all last night. Insomnia. I am very tired. >>3543 Sorry that your mind defaulted to no peace between life and humanity. Hopefully it's not realistic, but the cynic in me wants to disagree. Sounds like a cool dream, even though it was very distressing. Sorry you got bummed out by it. Hope dream London was a cool place to visit. Sorry you got overwhelmed with guilt by hurting them. >>3545 That's a strange dream, but cool. I wonder why you were happy to see the nukes. Maybe the relief that your struggling was over vs the mutants? It's also interesting your sister was a different person. I wonder why that was so. Maybe your dream conjured up her appearance before your relationship to her. >>3546 Sounds like source engine clipping lol. That's a really cool dream. Seems like a fun experience. I doubt it's thematic but it's awesome!

Today I dreamt that there was an artificial intelligence inside a supercomputer that controlled reality. I remember that me and a group of friends were trying to delete that AI, and eventually when I wasn't with the group in that moment I found it. Then I didn't wait for my friends and deleted the program (the AI itself ask me to delete it), and I became the AI. Fast forward a couple of months the same group came to try and delete me, but in my place there was an insufferable, rich and spoiled person that would frequently argue with the group. I found it cute that the group was trying to delete me and even helped them, except for that person, and eventually he separated from the group and started acting independently. I eventually thought that I had enough of that person's soykaf and deleted him, in front of the group. I continued to help them in their quest to delete me, but they never managed to do it.

I'm trying to fix my sleep schedule. Night before last I slept very shaky and could only remember I was talking to someone. Tonight my recall was a little better but not that much. Layer 83 >doing a livestream >no one is watching >get sad >someone says something in chat >get really nervous >they call me an idiot >don't know how to respond and freeze

>>2996 you have a lot of dedication, I am joining your project although I cant recall my dreams as easy as you Dream 1 My family and I were waiting in some unknown massive orange monorail train station (although it felt like it was routine in this reality), we waited for hours with tons of other people until everyone kind of got bored and returned to their homes? my dad decided to go for his old Volkswagen van so we could go on our own to our (unknown) destination then the dream changes and instead of my family I was with my friends (from that reality) al along and I find ourselves running for our lives because some angry ninja got mad that we were no longer waiting for the train to arrive (I think the train was his) accusing us of betraying him we keep escaping parkour style although we never actually exited the train station, we just keep going lower into it that's where my dream ended

Just had a dream that I was in a (fictitious) country, and my country wanted to gather supplies since it used practically all of them. The army passed thouugh lots of countries to ask for supplements, but since no one wanted to give us supplements we just attacked a country. I remember that I was a scientist, and me and some colleagues of mine flew to a peaceful city on the country we were attacking, and I was the pilot, I remember clearly the sensation of the wind caressing my skin. I remember the colors there were really vibrant, there were lots of trees, a lot of grass, the sky was clear and in the middle of this park there was a small football field. I remember also that I was a renowed scientist and I was accompanied by my brother (?). Then, the janitor that was cutting the grass noticed that we were from another country and even if we wanted peace he wanted to fight with us using some soykaf about honor and other things, until I got enraged and started yelling at him about how his views were contradictory and the only logical conclusion. I also had a broom with a propeller on the tip, so I just took my broom and flew.

Here's a funny story, when I woke up I wrote down my dreams in the dark. Upon looking at them right now I realize I never clicked my pen. I still remember them though, just thought that was funny Layer 84 >God gives me the power to turn into a tree >can extend my limbs rapidly >on a road trip with my immediate family >there is a massive traffic jam >have to hide away somewhere to avoid the traffic >pull into a huge mansion >my brother somehow knows I have the tree power >tries to steal my power >I overpower him with my abilities and tell him not to do that again >we go into the mansion >massive, gray, building like a Resident Evil house >count all the bedrooms and there are 16 >find a secret passage with an office with a bunch of secret notes >find the deed of the house so now I own it >wander around trying to figure out how to make it cozy >my brother's children (who he doesn't have yet) run up to me and complain that there are only 16 bedrooms I was angry at my brother this night so it makes sense that he was the bad guy in my dream. Don't resent him just pissed me off a bit Layer 85 >talking with a group of people >they ask me what I want in life >I tell them >they all pretend to not understand and ask me to explain again and again >get really sad >go into the bathroom >in the mirror I look gruesomely ugly and my appearance shifts in front of me Layer 86 >In a dark place >shifting grays, whites, and blacks swirling around like dye in a whirlpool >I am in the center >a demon appears to me >looked like an extremely attractive man, besides having black eyes and sharp teeth >approached me and grabs my shoulder >says to me: damned if you do damned if you don't, over and over again >with one hand grabbing my shoulder he gestured towards my other hand >my heart was hanging out of my chest and resting in his hand >he told me to crush it and become powerful >puts my heart in my hands, it hurts a lot >I say no I won't do it >he makes my heart heavier and heavier >gets so heavy I cannot hold it in my hands anymore >the heart pulls so hard I start sinking in the vortex below me >in the vortex there is screaming and now the blots are pained faces like pic >sink towards a pitch black bottom >the moment my heart touches the floor I wake up Really really really impactful dream, obviously. Haven't felt that much dread in a long time. It was so horrific it was cathartic, so it doesn't really upset me. >>3553 This is a cool dream, besides being turned on by your friends. Why did you want to die as the AI? Sorry you got annoyed by that person, but at least you got at him. >>3557 Recall comes with experience and adequate sleep. You can do it. That said you remembered details pretty well. Ought to be proud of yourself for that alone. It's depressing how many people have seriously been tricked into believing they don't dream just becasue they don't try to remember. Your dream seems fun, I like those wacky misadventure type dreams a lot where there isn't much logic just action. Makes the experience lighthearted. I find it's really common that chasing dreams never get resolved, which is interesting. I'm sincerely excited to read what the dreamscape has in store for you. >>3558 That's a funny ending to an otherwise somewhat realistic dream. I think that in dreams sometimes the colors can legitimately be more vibrant than real life. If you have experiences with severe mood swings or drugs you can see this in the waking world, so it doesn't seem unreasonable to assume those colors really WERE more vibrant. Either way sounds like a beautiful experience. Sorry that the janitor made you angry, but I'm glad you were able to settle it with style.

I don't really remember it well, but my last dream was about being hacked and someone trying to kill me. I have been having some other dreams about paranoia as well, specially about home-invasion. It's really unpleasant because it always starts like a normal dream, and suddenly it becomes a nightmare.

>>3557 Dream 2 Average school runs recruitment program for some high-tech warrior program, turns out my friend was already enhanced and its disqualified when they find out, I on the other hand don't really expect anything yet get accepted, teacher was a shy qt

I unfortunately cannot remember my dream from today, and even if this is quite rare I don't think I dreamed at all. >>3559 >Why did you want to die as the AI? It's not like I wanted to die, but I wanted to see them succeed. Maybe my self-preservation instincts disappeared when I became an AI, considering that the AI before me killed herself so I could become the AI.

Layer 87 >at a school >walk into a classroom and see a man fighting oversized maggots >shoots them with a laser and they explode into a green acid >start walking around with them >talks to me about how those maggots taste terrible >says things need to be treated slowly to be eaten >we find a sickly looking girl >he picks her up >I say we should take her to the hospital >he agrees and we walk for a long distance that feels like an hour or so >I turn and look at the girl who is on death's door >the man starts laughing and tells me this whole time he was preparing her to eat >he tells me I could have saved her if I paid attention >the girl screams and the oversized maggots from before burst out of her flesh >crush the worms with my foot and try to get at the man to kill him >he is squeezing the worms and letting the girl's mixed blood and gore drip into his mouth >wake up and vomit >go back to sleep Layer 88 >on a road trip with (not real) friends >we are going to a concert >drive for a while through wheat fields and reach a mountain >there is a performing platform carved into the side of the mountain and a huge party under >we were some of the first people to get there >[redacted] came up to me and asked me to dance >we did and I was having a really fun time >more and more people flooded in and it was night >we are both tired so sit down on a bench and talk >feel really nice The 2nd dream was probably good as a result of the 1st one being so horrific. When I get nightmares that are so bad my body and brain go numb and feel alright for a while. Either way interesting for me to experience. >>3560 That's scary. I hate dreams that erupt into nightmare like that. I really believe that by facing the fear you will overcome it though. Home invasion is terrifying, that's a justified thing to have a little bit of uneasiness about. That said I hope you get to experience more positvity in your dreams and I really hope it isn't weighing down on you. Sometimes we just get paranoid, and it's a hard feeling to ignore when it comes upon us. >>3561 Sounds like an interesting dream. I'm guessing it was like a space marine sort of supersoldier deal? It's funny how amidst all the fantastical stuff happening in the dream the shy teacher stands out. Strange how the mind works. What we visualize as important is so warped in our dreams, it makes me wonder how warped the waking conscious is as well. >>3562 It's alright, we all have nights like that. I appreciate seeing you here. Remembering that you forgot and don't want to typically helps me remember my dreams the next night anyways, so hopefully it will help you. Hope you have some great dreams soon! >It's not like I wanted to die, but I wanted to see them succeed. That's interesting. I guess being an AI in your dreams it was wrong of my to project that you would be thinking of yourself and your life as a human typically does.

>Be some kind of powerful entity >appear in a medioeval European city >people stare at me with surprise, decide to accept me >start emanating a powerful purifying aura that healed anyone that was sick >dream literally rewinds >be at the start of the dream again, this time the townsfolk do not accept me and start treating me as an aberration >start emanating a powerful dark aura that could make anyone sick There was also another dream I had today in which my brother was the Messiah, or something like that, but I can't remember much of that dream.

>>3541 Please don't feel ashamed or apologize for not posting. You should always focus on yourself and your own personal growth anyways. But its nice to hear that you missed sharing your dreams with us. I'm impressed by the level of detail that you are able to retain from each dream. I personally don't dream that often, but I've been getting better and better at remembering them once I've had some. Anyways, It seems like you dream a lot. I take it that you have one or two dreams every other night or so. Does your insomnia contribute a lot to your dreaming?

>>3564 A beautiful metaphor for we are what our environment influences us to be, a healer, or killer; all part of the cyclical process.

A bunch from the past few months that I wrote down but forgot to post: >jun 26 Lainchan's IRC was getting flooded with what looked to be data from my computers. I say this because I saw sentences scrolling by that I recognized as my own writing, from my diary and notes. Once I realized I may have gotten hacked, I panicked and unplugged my router. >jul 2 My family somehow pressured me into launching myself into space, all for the sake of bringing joy to some little girl I didn't know, who wasn't even part of our family. So I'm in this ship, launch time is getting closer and closer, and then I remembered that the idea of being in space, especially alone, terrifies me. So I bail out, only for mom to pull a knife on me, put on some hysteric voice, and threaten me to get back on the ship. >jul 15 I walked into a local restaurant that served catfish and the like, and I noticed that every other thing had the Amazon logo on it. Straw dispensers, drink fountains, all that. This left me with a small dilemma: do I offer them my patronage, support a small business, and get to have catfish for the first time in a while? Or do I not, knowing that a megacorp will get some of my money if I eat there? After spending several minutes weighing my appreciation for small businesses against my hatred for large ones, I took the path of least resistance and just left. >jul 18 I was alone in one of the places where I work when this guy came in, a guy I recognize from the other place (both from the same company, just different towns) as having been a total dickbag. He asked a bunch of questions about recovering music from some lesser-used program, so I started searching online and even asked Lainchan for help, only for him to get mad saying I was stealing answers from other people. Even worse, I was doing all this research in the back where only employees are allowed, and the guy was just hovering over my shoulder the whole time. Eventually I worked up just enough courage to ask him "aren't you that same asshole from last week?" >sep 19 I was living at home again, and something happened that required us to spend the night at some other person's house. Said house was so similar to mom's that when I woke up (in the dream) I couldn't tell whose house I was in. Also mom tried to borrow my car and for some reason that threw me into a panic attack. Later I went with mom to a small arcade. Not only did they have regular arcade cabinets there, but they also had a PC running Windows XP with a bunch of emulators for old consoles. Mom tried to use it and somehow she managed to pull up my website (which I've never shown her) as well as get a bunch of malware on the system. I offered to clean it up, but I woke up before I could do anything.

Layer 89 >walking on a roller coaster's tracks >see all the people >don't know where the coaster is but know I'm safe from it >keeps bending in all sorts of directions and not following the set path it would seem to as I walk along it >the sun is very bright and orange Layer 90 >talking to someone >don't know who they are but they are better in every way >they keep responding to me kindly and politely >slowly get discouraged and sad because they are so much better than me >wake up Kinda sad but it's fine. Also sorry I skipped a day I thought the day was another day. >>3564 That's really interesting. Both seem to be very spiritual. I agree with the other lainon about the metaphorical idea that can be ascribed to it. >>3567 >Does your insomnia contribute a lot to your dreaming? Yes, I think it does. When I sleep I wake up in the middle of the night, and in those moments I can form the memory to hold onto. Some nights it's hard anyways though. The past two nights I didn't have that much to hold onto don't know why for sure. >>3573 That's cool. I like how all your dreams are kind of software oriented. Besides the space one, which while I'm sure in the moment was terrifying seems whimsical when told to me. Hopefully those dreams weren't too frustrating or traumatic, even though some seem like they would have felt super annoying in the moment. I really like reading your stories, so thank you for posting.

>>3133 Did the tool that doctor was sticking in front of their heads look anything like a digital device, possibly a phone?

After some days without dreaming, i finally have something to tell: > A strange earth-like planet > Too much water, but also too much hot > Dinosaurs all over the planet, no humans > Every living being is EXTREMELY violent, fighting all the time. You need to be really resilient to live, every place here is an extreme and all animals are GIANTS. > I was trying to escape from a fight between two dinosaurs. > Went to the spaceship

I forgot to write my dreams for the last 2 days, so I will write what I remember >2 days ago >Sleep and wake up, cannot remember dream but it's early so I fall asleep again >Sleep for 40 minutes and vividly remember my dream, keep this in mind, it will be important later >Also for context I am not really religious, but I'm forced to go to church by my mother >Dream starts >My mother goes out to a kind of church that is 2 minutes from my house by foot >Mom uses car nonetheless >It's common that my mother goes first and I go some time after her by foot (in the dream and IRL) >However after she left it starts raining >A friend o' mine was in the house with me >We remember that I traded my umbrella with my aunt by something that looked like an umbrella but really wasn't >We spend some time in the house searching for an umbrella >After some time the rain stops >I enter the house to get something before going to church >When me and my friends were ready to leave we find out that my father's motorcycle has an AI, and had a fancy compartment with whiskey >We spend some time doing something with the AI >See my mothers car arriving >Fuaaark >I didn't go to mass >Feel enormous despair >Start imploring my mother for forgiveness >She doesn't forgive me and is disappointed Throughout the dream I had a constant feeling of urgency and anxiety, and (sexual content warning) I know it sounds strange, but I almost cummed in the end, I don't know why this happens but this happens when I'm feeling extreme frustration or despair (IRL that also happens), I also wouldn't exactly describe this as a pleasurable experience. Sometimes I even joke to myself I am sexually attracted to despair Also note that this dream was absurd because generally mass lasts for no less than an hour, and I slept for only 40 minutes. >Yesterday >Vaguely remember my dream >Just remember that there was some kind of event like a war, and an important woman was imprisoned >Eventually she decides she had enough and just walked away from her futuristic cell >She is, according to my dreams, "Extremely beautiful" >She builds a ridiculously big pyramid with an Egyptian style, except that it was a mix between an egyptian pyramid and futuristic technology >The building was made out of stone/sand just like the pyramids except the doors and secret passages are all automated and instead of hieroglyphs in the wall you had black glass pillars and wall sections that contained information and worked just like a monitor >Me and a group of friends were in the pyramid, I don't remember what was our objective >Encounter the woman, she was dressed like a Pharaoh >We talked while walking down the corridors trying to find our friends >We encounter some and some of those part ways with us again, making it even more complicated to reunite everyone >Final scene of the dream >We were at the end of a huge corridor >Woman tries to seduce me >I do not fall for her seduction >She is surprised that someone was capable of resisting to her beauty >In reality I didn't have to resist, I wasn't attracted to her at all, even though she was really beautiful in hindsight >The wall on the dead end opens to reveal outside a beautiful view of an extremely advanced and large city in the middle of a lake, with tall buildings made out of glass, the water was clear, there were no clouds in the sky, prevalent color was cyan I really liked that dream, and I feel like it ended at the perfect time.

Layer 91 >getting chased by monsters >they have faces and no mouths >they have the texture of flesh but no definition to their limbs >run away from them for a long time >grow red appendages out of my shoulders that I can control >this terrifies the monsters and I begin chasing them >they get away Layer 92 >at a public park >trying to meet people and make friends >approach two women and a man >waiting for a break in the conversation to introduce myself >they never let me in and I feel increasingly awkward >don't remember what came next >>3575 Not it was a metal device with a rod on it that snatched the front of the brain out. >>3576 Sounds like a really cool place, as long as it wasn't scary. A merciless world like that seems unfathomable in the comfort of civilization. The monsters and giants are fascinating, I wonder what elicited it from you. I wonder if it was so hot because you were hot under your covers. I can't know ofc but it's fun to ponder. >>3577 That 2nd dream sounds really cool. The egyptian pyramid made me think of those alien alternate historians honestly. The first dream sounds really unpleasant, so I hope it didn't wreck your night. You sound like a really considerate person if upsetting your mother would make you feel bad like that. I hope you get to have more dreams like the last and feel great.

Layer 93 >in the middle of a desert >a massive sandstorm amasses >find a small cave held up by sandstone pillars >the sandstorm rages and slowly turns into a storm made of fire >someone else is hiding in the hole >I ask them how they're doing but they don't want to talk to me >see a lever on the wall of the cave >pull the lever and a passage opens up into a burial chamber >its a thin, grayish corridor lined with corpses that have mechanical robotic parts attached to them >all are venerably buried >the place is filled with traps and secret passages >look to my side and try moving one of these robotic parts >i infer that this technology is incredibly advanced and it will further humanity >next to it also find a silver key partially embedded into the wall >proceed down the corridor avoiding the traps >reach the end of the corridor and see an exit to another sandstone cave >a skeleton appears in front of me, enhanced with multiple machines and carrying a spear >he tells me that I cannot remove anything from these grounds out of respect for the dead >give him back the silver key and he lets me pass >return to the cave and the other person who was hiding from the firestorm is still there >realizing it didn't make sense that I went in one direction to the same place, my dream went lucid too fast and The dream felt like it might have had some meaning. Don't want to get you to into the details but perhaps leaving the key behind with the dead was a symbol for something personal.

>>3563 Dream 3 I am the descendant (although not the one in line for the throne) of the lord a high-tech city with sky crappers and stuff my sister (in the dream) starts loving the evil god of the enemies and decides to destroy the dam that contained the death sea (a sea made of black acid), materializing the sea into the world... effectively dooming the city I didn't got to watch it, I Just remember being half eaten by the resurrected zombies of my necromancer sister when we were trying to catch her

>on the middle of the night >im on my backyard >suddenly i look up at my house's roof >I see my neighbour, with an angry face looking down on me >i get scared >wake up

Here are my dreams from the past 2 days. Layer 94 >on a beach >lots of people drilling small holes into the sand >it is an oil drilling operation with tiny hand drills >an old man with a beard shows me how to do it >I strike oil on my first dig >I fill a conch shell with the oil and take it to turn it in >person is very impressed I found oil so fast Layer 95 >very surreal feeling >walk into a massive hall >see jellyfish flying in the air >they have no stingers, and I collect them and let them glide around me >felt like I was underwater but the location was certainly above ground Layer 96 can't show that in a christian manga Layer 97 >at a house >small but pleasant >there are middle aged people there who are its owners >the weather is warm and it is evening, the sun had set and early twilight was here >speaking to the owners and they tell me all about how they worked and earned this vacation home and retired here >was interested at first but got bored >they invited me to dinner >the house was much bigger on the inside than the outside >there was a chestnut tint to everything, partially the orange light shining in through the many windows and the surfaces were all wood >sit down to eat and the dream ends The level of detail in these dreams is sometimes crazy. I can take the picture crystallized in my mind like a painting. This is exactly why I pursued this project, and it makes me really happy to get results. The one dream I didn't talk about was unpleasant, but for some reason that night my dreams were like movies. >>3584 Thats a scary dream. Hopefully it wasn't the worst thing, but either way it sounds pretty bad. Hopefully your real life sister if you have one isn't so mean. >>3585 That's a strange dream. I get confused when dreams happen where normal life does. Therefore I don't like it. Sorry that it scared you. Must have been a really strange experience.

Sorry for not posting more frequently. Uni has messed up my sleep schedule and now it is harder for me to remember my dreams. Today I had a dream where me and a friend were captains of a small commercial ship. In the middle of the ocean we were attacked by a giant pirate ship full of humanoid Eldrich beings that were enraged because we "copied" one of its products. Eventually they invaded our ship and my colleagues, one by one, died. I was the last one to die, and I remember that I was stabbed and afterwards thrown out of the ship and slowly sunk into the ocean, thinking about my life.

Layer 98 >in a sandy pit >everywhere there are cages and everything is dusty >people are walking around like everything's normal >a bunch of muslims walk up to me >they harass me to try to make me convert to Islam and I keep trying to politely turn them down and leave >keep trying to get away and they approach me over and over Layer 99 >a group of people are talking to each other >they are placing bets on who is going to be successful >everybody has odds and people are betting for and against each other >nobody is allowed to bet on me >ask them why >they say it's too obvious >ask which way >they laugh Layer 100 (woo-hoo) >see a woman in an otherwise pitch black void >she has a look of fear >a demon starts to talk in words that are not human >a large mark is placed on her back >the mark is an elaborate design but fundamentally a line between her left hip and right shoulder >she turns away from me and the mark ignites in the orange molten iron gives >rips her open from the mark outward >turns her completely inside out >the mark expands and re-collapses around her >now she is the same searing orange color and merely a silhouette besides the mark which is now black >the black mark expands once again and overtakes the orange once again >this time she is a black silhouette >the process repeats over and over, and the woman keeps screaming >the demon keeps laughing and talking but I do not understand what he says The last dream was a little scary and perhaps carries a meaning. Not really sure. I guess just another demon. Good not to dwell on. There is a distinctly different feeling when God appears in a dream over demons, and the sense I get is the demonic dreams are bad for the soul. I'm not discouraged at all by this though. >>3588 No need to be sorry. It's all good. I know how that feels. Remembering is really hard when you're sleeping poorly or erratically. >a giant pirate ship full of humanoid Eldrich beings kind of reminds me of the boat arc from Berserk. I'm sorry you had such a dreadful dream. I've had multiple dreams where they end sinking and dying, like the 27th dream I posted here that happened. I'm not really sure why but maybe that is common. Funny side detail I got that number by control-fing for candy because I remembered the candy store from another dream that night. Kind of a weird memory association. Anyways, totally besides the point sorry. I'm really sorry you had that dream, those ones are so terrible and yours sounds particularly awful because those you care about were killed.

It's been half a year since I posted my first dream. Anyways, trying to get back into writing down my dreams. Here are some I've written down since, they're not very detailed or interesting but it's all I've got written down: Dream 1: Some guy was recommending me books on youtube, he also talked about body dysmorhia. Dream 2: I was on a weird fake tv show about card games and espionage. I was on a farm and a space ship tv set. Dream 3: I was in the arctic, went to some bunker. Something about oil. Dream 4: A sewing needle going from my shoulder to my hand. Didn't hurt, it just kinda went through my skin with no resistance.

Layer 101 >in the backyard of childhood house >neighbor's pool has a raccoon there >the fence is not there, and I chase the raccoon >eventually the environment changes to a forest >grab the raccoon by gouging out its eyes and planning skin it to get a pelt (never done this irl) >grizzly bear sees the raccoon and wants it for himself >chases me through the forest >find a cabin and hide in it >the bear stops pursuing me and I begin skinning the raccoon Layer 102 >at a park >lots of people there >think to myself they are all lonely because of the shutdown >it is a bright sunny day and people are laughing and having a good time >start doing pull ups on a bar and watching the other people >a black couple waves at me and I smile back >finish my pull ups and start running for exercise >a man on a bike passes me and says hello >I say hello back to him Layer 103 >my brother, his friend, and I are in a car >it is sunset and we are at a gas station in the middle of nowhere >go inside for a rest stop >they tell me they need to use the bathroom and go inside >everything is disgustingly greasy and I see there is a hot dog heating machine filled with slimy meat >sickened by the place and ready to leave >brother and his friend run out of the bathroom and gas station without me >owner who is as greasy as the rest of the shop confronts me >tells me they defaced a marble bust with purple pen >they demand I repay them thousands of dollars >tell them that there's no way that is worth a thousand dollars and if they want to try to take that money they can sue me >owner is visibly angry but knows I am right >leave the station and cannot find the car so I walk away into the environment Layer 104 >in a top secret fortress >everything is neon pink and blue and the sky is the bright green aurora borealis produces >overlooking a massive rectangle with the heart of the fort on the other side of me >a sniper tries to shoot me with a laser rifle from the opposite side >bright yellow beam is a near miss right past me >jump into a pool of water in the bottom of the courtyard within this rectangle >swim downwards and find an entry into a place with air >open a panel and access the computers >get a laser pistol from the computer that is bright purple and pink >sneaking through the facility, which now looks like a gray warehouse >drones constantly patrol the place, need to disable them to get past >find a console that controls the drones >use it and to disable the drones requires me to adeptly reprogram their servers >cannot figure out how to do this >get very frustrated at it >my mom comes and asks me if I need any help with it >tell her she can try but there is no way that she'll be able to figure it out either >she immediately gets detected by the drones and I start escaping the facility with her >realize the absurdity of the situation and wake up >>3591 Glad you're getting back into the habit. Details get easier the more you imagine while you awaken and the more you focus on the details in the first moments you wake up. You can go as far as you want to. Sounds like your dreams were quite interesting. Unravel the fog of forgetfulness and in each one of those settings was a story. I wonder why these details of things like oil and body dysmorphia stuck out over whatever other details there were. Your guess is better than mine but it's interesting. Also, the last dream about the needle is quite cool. I wonder why you thought of that. Pain in my dreams usually hurts, but apparently that's atypical and I'm glad being stitched didn't hurt you at all.

Today I have one dream that can be divided in two parts. While I don't remember the first one, the second one was in the cemetery. I was undoubtedly Chrona, coule control time, yadda yadda, I was using a black robe. We were near a cemetery, and there was a thief that was trying to steal from this cemetery. The thief also had powers, but they didn't seem op until he lost all of his hopes. Then he created a copy of the moon that contained all of it's lunacy, and everybody that looked at the moon immediately became mad an was forced to enter the cemetery, where there was now a party. I don't remember if I was also forced to enter or if I entered out of my own volition. While we were there and in the midst of a lot of hallucinations, there were some philosophical discussions in this place. Eventually I tried to destroy the fake moon using my powers, and slowly but surely I did it.

Layer 105 >I am dead >cannot move and feel my skin rotting and my bones sunk >get hauled and dumped in the middle of a grassy field with sprinkled trees >as I notice my surroundings notice thousands of other dead bodies in this field >it begins to rain and a storm breaks out >lightning strikes me and I am able to move, all the other corpses get up with me and we shuffle around as ghoulish undead creatures >we begin to walk in a circle and the power of so many people creates a cyclone >get swept up by the winds and am carried to an ivory tower >the people that dumped me and the other corpses are hiding inside >they see the cyclone and are struck with fear >the corpse littered storm smashes into the edifice until it's entirely collapsed >get a feeling of satisfaction like the right thing was done Layer 106/7 >talking with an old man and some others who I cannot remember >the old man and I decide to go on a trip to and on the intercontinental railroad >as soon as I agree we get shot up into the air and ride down to a town on a hang glider >it is a beautiful plains area that we set down on >remember exploring the town and getting lost and losing the old man >go into a basement to use the bathroom >feels distinct from the last part of the dream which is why i seperated them into 2 parts >in the bathroom see a silver dollar lying in a puddle of urine and a kid staring at it >pick up the silver dollar and hand it to the kid >tell him he shouldn't be afraid of getting his hands dirty >wash my hands and exit the bathroom >in a massive complex of ruins, something like the metro from metro 2033 >winding and filled with salvage amidst the ruins >instinctively find valuables and hold onto them >climb up a rusty staircase and see two gangsters blocking the kid >they aren't much older than him, maybe 12 or 13 years old >I tell them to leave the kid alone and I intimidate them enough that they run away >the kid thanks me and leaves too >see a computer the gangsters left behind and look at it >the computer says the year is 1959 and has a strange neon color scheme >I boot it up and there is a hentai game on the computer and I wasn't into it whatsoever so I close it >notice a box of metal parts under the shoddy table the computer was on and look through it >find some gold pieces and put them in my pocket Layer 108 >Once again in a desert setting >trying to find treasure and great fortune >led by certain clues to see what I could find >try to solve a riddle, which waking I am certain was gibberish >eventually someone else on a dune buggy passes me and seeing them gives me the breakthrough I needed to solve the riddle >find my way to the place and enter >it is an orange tinted cave, much like an egyptian tomb >a total lack of traps and the place being well lit makes me feel at ease >reach the end of the tomb and a man with a white beard in a robe congratulates me for finding the treasure >he tells me the treasure is a visit with the lovely princess >from my right out of a narrow hallway comes a timid and frail woman wearing a ceramic mask >she walks up to me and gives me a handshake and thanks me >feel confused by the situation and look to the man for any sort of explanation >he isn't there anymore and I leave the tomb with the princess >she doesn't say anything at all, but she does have a graceful aura about her >outside of the tomb there are dozens of people, and everyone is excited to see her >they all bow before her >realize I was standing right next to her and never bowed or showed any honorific and feel very rude >wake up from my dream The one with the corpses was very thought provoking for me. I am fond of that one. I had a sense of deja vu posting about it but I really felt like that one was special. If I knew what the people in the ivory tower symbolized I would be satisfied, but I will keep mulling it over until it's clear either way. This was 2 days' dreams but I forgot to write them yesterday. >>3601 That's a cool dream. I think its funny how your character doubled the moon to create lunacy. I don't think I've ever heard of that idea in any application of context but it makes perfect sense. That's super creative and I find its sheer uniqueness inspiring. Sounds like an awesome dream, I hope you liked it.

DREAM 4 I returned to my high-school, which in my dream was a maze of long ass bridges, I don't remember anything else but two things: 1. someone showed me a number six written in chinese , which for some reason made me laugh uncontrollable for being over complicated 2. my brain whispered something of infinite wisdom (according to itself) just when I was leaving my dream: dreams escape from you through your penis

>>2996 I had a dream there was a campaign against motorboat drivers sailing too fast. If a dude accidentally parks the motorboat on a beach too fast, they were killed by sunbathers.

I dreamed of a nuclear explosion this week the analysis was that something fundamental and shocking had happened in my life. It compared it to someone who falls in love with a woman only to find out shes had a bf for years and now he cant marry her. Strangely that has happened to me but a couple years back, this month I ve had something thats stopped me from working and changed how I can work in the future and put me into more debt. Thanks 2020 I thought I was gonna get through this year ok.

I walked into some big-box store, not entirely sure what it was for but the aesthetic of the place suggested "auto parts" for some reason. I got to a certain point, though, and suddenly I walked into a neighborhood. An entire suburban neighborhood, streets and samey two-story houses and everything, all inside of a store. Every 5th or 6th house had one of those thin-blue-line flags dangling from it as well, further adding to the middle-class suburbanness.

Sorry for the pause Layer 109 >playing soccer and baseball >playing very recklessly and hurting myself to score >impress a girl who I am not interested in by the way I play >because I reject her she entangles me in a scandal >have to evade trouble and get away >for some reason the year this dream took place in was 1850 but technology was modern Layer 110 >going through the a mountain pass on a train >in one of the small 2 seat rooms with bunk beds you can get tickets for >watching the mountain settings >the area is covered in lakes >the lakes are filled with carp, seagulls and pelicans >notice a lot of dead carp being eaten by the seagulls >wonder why they are all dying all of a sudden >realize the birds are eating all the fish food Layer 111 >see the ocean >my dog is in the water and she's drowning >swim out to save her >she is really heavy and im having a hard time getting her to follow me >get her out of the water and take her to the vet to see if shes alright >walking to the vet with her I am barefoot going down a dirt trail >see a billboard that was important but cannot remember what it said now >the vet said she was gonna be ok and I was really relieved Layer 112 >in Nazi Germany >trying to not arouse suspicion and escape the area >ss officer salutes me >I salute with my wrong hand >he becomes suspicious and starts questioning me >start talking to him about philosophy and confusing him until he gets too bored to continue talking to me >eventually I convince him that Thomas Jefferson was a fascist and he believes I am a Nazi and lets me go Layer 113 (vaguely remember the transition between these dreams but its murky) >in the 6th grade >classes were being done differently than they were when I was a kid >6th grade teacher told me I understood the content too much and to go to the 7th grade >doing 7th grade stuff and it was pretty easy until it got to math >really complex integral problems >get intimidated and go outside to avoid them >>3607 Lol, that infinite wisdom is pretty good. It's funny how your high school became a maze of bridges. I think it's cool that the two seemingly opposite things got synthesized. >>3612 What the hell lol. That's like an absurd comedy sketch. That seem like it'd be pretty funny if it wasn't scary. >>3613 I'm sorry. That sounds like a rough situation. You'll make it through this year, it's almost over. Then it's just one day at a time to the life you want. Sorry to hear about the girl, love is cruel. I hope you can get over it with time, maybe you'll find a different one that's even better. Maybe one that's a little worse. Either way I hope you're at your all time low. From the nuclear ashes sprout beautiful plants, from ruin in your personal life regrowth will too. >>3622 That's a cool setting. Reminds me of that SCP where people are trapped in an IKEA. Either way good job rememebring that. When I walk somewhere and it transitions to something else its really hard to remember the detail of it happening. Personally for myself anyways. Cool dream, I hope it was pleasant.

I was in a store or a food court or something, and this girl who used to bully me back in middle school as if everyone didn't bully me back then called my name and told me a joke. Wasn't offensive or anything (or at least not intended to offend me), but when I heard it I immediately raised my guard thinking she was up to something. But instead she acted friendly. Not even that infantilizing fake-nice attitude everyone gave me in my teens, but legitimately friendly. She gave me a copy of a book she wrote, I woke up not long after... and then I had the most pathetic daydream ever. Laid there for a good half hour imagining us warming up to each other more and more until suddenly we're dating, with her taking some kind of dominant-yet-comforting role.

Finally I remembered my dream today again, and how could I forget? >very hyperrealistic dream >I don't know what happened previously but me and my famlily went to a park that was on the top of a bulding > The city was composed of giant commercial buildings (the ones where the glass windows connect to eachother), so the buildings were mostly made from glass panes The entire city was composed of those enormous buildings, the "ground" was made out of glass panes >there was a building at least 20x bigger than all other buildings called "city Hall", this building of colossal proportions had two pillars that supported its inverted L-shaped structure >for context, the building we were in was "near" the city hall >I for some reason think that I want an orange seed to plant it >my father was talking some soykaf about expecting me to be a man and support the family >until my father stops talking and looks at the sky >I look at the beautiful clear blue sky, and everything seemed normal until I see in the distance an elongated meteor of colossal proportions, I feel slightly distressed and a somewhat ominous aura coming from that object, slowly falling and rotating >It eventually hits the pillar of the city Hall, and.the building starts collapsing, and for a brief moment I think how that's terrible until my mother realizes soykaf hit the fan and shouted "JUMP, IF THE CITY HALL COLLAPSES THE PIECES WILL HIT THIS BUILDING, AND IT WILL COLLAPSE TOO" start running with my brother and my mother even helps us by pushing us because she was someone faster than us >jump, get that characteristic feeling of falling from a high place in dreams, wake up when I hit the glass ground >wake up >think about how we couldn't have done anything to survive in that situation and how my entire family would be dead pulp, even with my mother's quick thinking

I've also managed to remember some of my dreams today because of a song. >Be me >Since it's complicated to explain what I was in the dream, let's just say I was an entity called Idea and most of my powers were sealed >Humanity was divided between individuals that couldn't use magic and instead relied on technology and those that could use magic >Even if I could use "magic" I was on the side of humans that couldn't >There was a person called the Spacetime Lord of Henrir that apparently conspired with both sides and nobody knew what were his plans >In the first half of my dream I went to an island covered in forests and in the middle of the forests there were some constructions that resembled japanese temples >Apparently it was a diplomatic mission, we succeeded >Some soykaf happens and we have to return to the island on the second half of the dreams >We knew the lord of that island made contact with the Spacetime Lord of Henrir >But we didn't expect that this time they would let us on the island but would be hostile to us >We're "fighting" them on the temple, we hadn't yet resorted to aggression >Some stranger says "I hope you have a temple ticket because otherwise you're fuaaarked" >There was this singer that composed music (though it was Nier Automata music) that was neutral and just wanted peace to humanity >Somehow escape from the temple, still in the island >I am on a rocky path in the middle of the forest, start singing Voice of no Return, which was ironically fitting for the situation >I hear a womanly voice asking me "Oh, is this voice of no return from x?" >Affirm >I see a happy-go-lucky blonde girl (that does not exist IRL, or at least I've never met her) >We start singing together >Only scene I remember vividly >After some more shenanigans which I don't remember wake up, remember nothing about my dream >Start thinking about Voice of no Return and immediately remember that scene I was specifically thinking about the guitar version the whole time: www.youtube.com/watch?v=B80ZXLrXmzk www.youtube.com/watch?v=B80ZXLrXmzk

I could swear I had this dream before, everything felt very familiar. It started off in an arcade in a small city, the kind with a snack bar and pizza and all that as well. There was also a bunch of other people from my highschool graduating class. I didn't find any of the games interesting, though, so I just shot the breeze with a friend of mine and did a whole lot of nothing else. Then an alien spaceship came down, taking the form of... I dunno, an administrative building? Think the White House or the city hall of a major city. It lands not too far from where we were, so some people and I decide to start venturing inward to see what it's about. The whole thing reminded me of a dungeon crawling game (and Gurren Lagann for some reason): we'd go in some, explore as far as we can, then come back out once we feel it'd be dangerous to go any further. Each run sees us going deeper and deeper in as we clear out the ship and get better at fighting the aliens. Eventually we find out that they've already started digging a huge underground base in the time it took us to explore the whole ship. So now we start going down several dozen floors until we reach the very bottom, at which point we strap some rockets underneath the floor which unearth the base and send it into the air. So now we have the ship-base combination just floating in the sky, and now we have to run the whole thing again, from the very top for whatever reason. We do so, but when we get to the last floor there's a portal to the aliens' world waiting for us. So we go in and fight even more aliens until we get right to their leader's throne room. Before we go in, though, we make a portal back to the arcade (which at this point has been converted to a full-on command post) to regroup, resupply, and come up with a strategy for the final battle. I envisioned myself just cussing the leader out while throwing lightning bolts at them. But before we could execute our plan, I woke up.

Happy to see OP return, I've been reading his posts but havent had a substantial dream in a while. Boy did that change just recently though, I had this dream some days ago and instantly wrote it down for this thread, ended up posting on /x/, perhaps these dreams are more than dreams, but for the purpose of this thread I'll just post it in full. Its worth noting that this is a first, as far as I remember, where I dreamed of being someone from a different gender, as well as so young. Prob influenced by Anime I guess. Its also long and vivid, and with horror as usual. It was set in a coastal foggy town, and I was a girl around 13 to 14 years of age, me and my family had moved in from somewhere else and I was struggling to make new friends, there town itself was rather plain without much to do, nor places to go, except for taking a swim at the beach, but the cold weather only allowed it during the warmer seasons, and even then the beach was coarse and harsh. Anyways since I wanted to fit in alongside the rest of the girls I joined some of them from my class in exploring some of the more spooky sides of the town One of them was an abandoned house near the outskirts, by the sea They constantly teased me and so on because I was scared ( I was actually scared in the dream, it had a creepy atmosphere ) and so they also constantly told me to take the lead searching the house It was your normal rundown scary house It was a stormy night too so it creaked a lot Eventually we find some odd looking stairs to either the second floor or a basement And the girls, who are also a bit scared, tell me to go first I tell them to fuarrrk off since I'm more scared, but they push me down ( or up ) the stairs And I can feel something is at the other side I cant move or speak at all for a few seconds, but I can feel in the back of my mind I should really, really get out there But since the other girls are depending on me, I muster up some courage and forget about it, I keep walking down ( or up ) the stairs and to the door that opens the basement ( or attic ) I can hear something slimy moving around in the other side I tell the girls we really ought to leave but they tease me and don't take it seriously and so on I start to cry because, well, im a scared middle school girl apparently So I open the door, and at the other side there's just darkness Yet I cant move, I'm in a sort of state of shock and absolute fear but I don't really know whats going on yet, I'm just staring at the darkly lit room in front of me The other girls bump past me and into the room to see as well, they tell me there's nothing there and it was all a waste of time As everyone goes into the room, while I'm still in the stairway shocked, I start to notice that the floor is full of this black, sticky slime like fluid There's something hanging from the ceiling too My writing reps aren't Lovecraft tier so this wont be as scary but man I was really SHOOK in this part when dreaming So out of the darkness I sense that there's something long hiding in the walls and ceiling, and that its starting to move I want to tell them to gtfo but I cant move or speak at all, then that long thing reveals itself from the darkness as it swallows up one of the girls, a gigantic 16 meter or so snake And while im standing there speechless it gobbles up in an instant the rest of the girls as they scream and try to run to me, but for such a giant snake it moved unnaturally fast So after the snake eats and digests my friends, while I watch paralyzed, it starts slowly moving towards me Until its right in front of me, when it sort of 'stands up' and looks at me right in the eyes And I can feel this weird sensation all over my body, like itching or like if something is walking over me Then the snake starts disappearing, and the room is dark again, and i can move again I look towards the room and see the corpses of the 5 girls dismembered, and covered in that slimy black goo Then I run out of the house and gtfo So I run out and pass out in the rain somewhere along the beach it was really scary, but it gets weirder afterwards The next morning the police found me, and took me to the hospital I couldn't really speak for weeks, I was clearly traumatized The police tried to question me about the disappearance of the girls, but I didn't think they'd believe me Eventually I realized there wasn't even any point in speaking to them as the house we were investigating didn't exist anymore, I tried looking at it in the distance at one moment, and where it had once stood, there was nothing, not a trace of it As if it had never existed in the first place or had been entirely swallowed by the sea The police never found the girl's corpses as well. But there was something else and much more important that took most of my attention After days of recovering at the hospital, I was finally free to go back home, not really sustaining any injuries. And after a few days I was also to go back to school Yet on that first day, returning to school, walking the same path I always took, I saw the snake again It had started to follow me everywhere Whether on the street, hugging the roof of a house, or a cabling post, or covering the windows of the hospital or my house It was always watching me And to my panic no one else saw it For the first weeks I was terrified, but as the snake had never tried to harm me directly, and as no one else saw it, I was starting to wonder if everything had always been my imagination. So I tried to slowly, day by day, get used to its presence So before I was just shy in school, right? But now I was obviously just incapable of having any normal relationship There wasn't anything to do in this town anyways, except go swim at the beach So I spent the rest of my days idly, traumatized and terrified by the constant presence of the snake, and keeping an eye across the seacoast for if the house ever returned Some months later it did I felt another surge of panic, but the snake kept its usual routine of watching over me without harm, and I was of course not going to go back there Yet at school I quickly heard rumors start shaping up again "Did you hear about the haunted house by the coast? Did you hear that thats where those girls from our school were last seen at? Bullshit, they never found them, its just a house" Not really knowing what had happened there, and with the same curiosity the other girls had I guess, a different party of girls decided to search that house on their own As soon as I found out about it, I tried to talk to them, I told them my story and how the house was incredibly dangerous But they didn't listen, of course And the next week they all disappeared alongside the house So another thing about that last year of madness following the disappearances Is that the snake did do something to me, but only at night. While I slept I never found out why, I just know it was near me because in the morning I would see my room filled with the slime it left when it moved around Interpret that as you will since the horror themes of the first half start becoming more weirder this half Another thing is that eventually I started to wake up during these night visits, and it was never good Most of the time they were things like, I would wake up and the snake would be warping and pressing itself around me, like in Monogatari. Or Id wake up drenched in sweat and would hear and see hundreds of small snakes moving around the floor Other times I was visited by dark figures These dark figures were often human-looking but not always One in particular seemed to be a girl not unlike myself, but made out of the black slime This one seemed to be more prone to interacting with me than the other figures of tall humanoids or spiders or snakes or eldritch horrors As she would walk around the room watching me while I was unable to move Or would sit next to the bed Or would even get on top of it The closer she got the more of this strange pain in my heart I felt Whenever I didn't wake up during these night visits, I would also often have weird dreams of rituals, the sea, and wandering the cosmos, you know, eldritch stuff. Another thing to note is that, for all of these night visits, except for the snake, if I stared at them after a certain amount of time they'd disappear like ghosts, so I wasn't too scared of them. Only the snake seemed to be always there. Another thing to note is that when I say that the figures that would appear during night visits would also appear outside, it would be mostly around the beach But I kept trying to ignore all of that and focus on what was left of my "normal" life At school everyone avoided me, probably because both of the people that had last talked to me were disappeared And outside of school, I didn't really like wandering around, mostly went between there and my home, because the snake was there , always watching, hidden But over the course of that year, little by little, I grew more and more used to these strange stuff that only I could see and in turn they also started to increase in number The figures and the small snakes on rare occasion also started to appear outside the night visits, in the same vein the snake appeared, always watching me in the distance The girl specifically seemed to follow me around in a more real manner, as in actually follow, the snake just appeared everywhere but I never saw it move While the girl actively walked behind me to school Every now and then the house appeared and disappeared (...1/2, first time ever I hit max char limit on lainchan. )

>>3649 (...cont, 2/2 ) One day, the house appeared again, like it had done before But this time it wouldn't disappear again A season of constant rain also came with it This time even though the house didn't disappear, nothing changed that much, except I felt an uneasy sense of dread about it At night I would start to wander towards the beach, and see the house at the end of it, like it was calling me. I refused to go And in turn the pains I suffered through by the snake in the night visits grew harsher. Every time I wandered, I came closer through the beach This one time, I got very close to where the house was, but I turned back once more, And I was assaulted by a large amount of small snakes coming from the ocean I had to fight them off, which was particularly hard because of my weak girl strength, not very well fit for fighting supernatural snakes I tried going to the police, if the house was there, surely they could understand what had happened But on return, they told me they'd found nothing, not even a basement ( or attic ) where the supposed girls corpses lied. At this point the police didn't bother to continue investigating the house, as they distrusted my testimonies I was growing more and more concerned, but I also felt that the world around me was growing darker and darker, and I was soon the be swallowed up in this darkness. So I walked through the beach, again to the house And this time I didn't turn back. I relived, step by step, the same incident that had started all of this a year before, and sure enough I managed to locate the basement ( or attic ) I felt incredibly terrified going down ( or up ) the stairway, but I also knew I had nothing to lose any longer As I opened the room, the same scene laid bare to me again, in spite of being well over a year, the dismembered corpses of the first party were still there, having been preserved apparently by the snake's black fluid. which had molded them into the carpet of slime beneath them The corpses of the second party of girls were also there, each hanging upside down from the ceiling covered in that same slime Lastly some unrecognized faces, probably from the other times the house appeared and disappeared without my involvement I walked into the room, the fluid sticking to my rain boots It was nearly impossible in this cramped space not to step in some sort of body part Yet even though the room seemed cramped and small at once, I kept walking towards the darkness, way past what I had perceived to be walls, but in reality were nothing more than black veils More unknown corpses littered this large empty space I could hear, behind me, the snake slithering and leaving its fluid behind as its moved towards me, but I didn't feel scared, I just kept pressing onward, as I could feel I was approaching something in this darkness I don't really remember this part, but It wasn't scary, I felt a surge of either wind or water coming from in front of me, pushing me backwards, but I resisted it and, with great resolve, continued forwards Eventually this wind or water enveloped me, and went inside me, and consciousness faded from me When I came back, I was floating adrift in the ocean, along the wreckage of the house I had been in Despite the strong current I tried to swim back to shore, and somehow I made it near the coast, where I let myself drift ashore, exhausted Again I lost consciousness and again, I woke up in the same hospital I had been in a year before, just like then I had been found passed out in the coast This time though, I suffered from a strong fever, and I felt considerably weaker, and growing weaker every minute, the hospital staff showed concern for apparently they didn't know what was causing this fever nor had their attempts to stop it bore fruit I woke again, in the middle of the night, by custom, expecting another night visit I noticed I was alone, I called out to a nurse, but I wasn't heard, the room felt incredibly cold Then I noticed the snake, as always, hiding in the darkness, once I had seen it , it moved towards my bed and on top of it For the first time, however, I was able to move and resist its advance Yet the snake was much bigger and stronger, and it effortlessly warped itself everywhere around my body, getting closer and closer to my neck With one hand I grabbed its mouth shut and forced it away, and I struggled to keep it away, while with another I tried effortlessly to free myself In the midst of it, the shape of the snake started morphing into and out of the shape of that girl from before, that I was now noticing was similar in body and face to myself. As I both wrestled with the snake and her I grew more and more tired Eventually I could no longer resist the snake Here something unexpected happened which I cant fully explain, as the snake and girl morphed together, overlapping both images at once, this meant the girl herself was also on top of me embracing me much like the snake Seeing this, and seeing as well the loss of my strength to keep fighting, I embraced her back To my surprise the snake/girl recoiled, abandoning its advance I thought for a second wether to escape in that split second, but instead I leapt forward, held the girl in place and kissed her In this moment, whatever cold and darkness I had sensed before had disappeared, and the snake didn't seem that scary any longer As I took my lips off hers, and looked at her face, I realized it had been my own face as well, and it was quite cute, its face was between perplexed and scared, embarrassed as well From there I continued to embrace her, pressing against her and warping myself into her the same way a snake would do to suffocate its prey Eventually her snake form morphed out of existence completely, and in between her and my own pleasure, whatever black slimy fluid had ben left before was also disappearing Where before my own voice seemed inaudible now both of our moans were clearly livid and, remarkably alive Where for the past year I had sensed the life escape out of my body, I could now feel myself alive, I could feel the blood of my veins flowing and my heart pumping, and a great joy came over me I spent the rest of the night with the snake girl, and slept soundly with her until morning When morning came, fearing embarrassment I had tried to hide from the nurse, yet I was alone. No trace of last night's visit could be found My fever was also gone, and seeing the inexplicable yet evident change in my behavior, I was free to leave the hospital after a few days The house had disappeared, as expected, yet not completely, you could still there had been a house there once, and when I asked about it to those living near the coast, they mentioned there being once a house there, swept away by the waves by a tidal wave decades ago. I didn't ever experience any of the pains and night visits I had become used to, nor did I see the snakes, their slime, or the surreal cosmic dreams I also used to have The snake, that before seemed almost eternal in nature, now had disappeared as well. At least in its snake form In truth a certain kind of night visit still happened everyday, but this one was much more welcomed. And as well I would see this girl wandering in her human form the town, never noticed by anyone but me, And that was it. Longest I've written about a dream though not actually the 'longest' I've had. That would prob be >>3260 >>3624 >Layer 112 Thats a pretty hilarious dream, was it as funny when you were dreaming or were you too concerned for your life to notice the absurdity?

this morning I had a very nice dream. I was talking to a very pretty girl who I've never seen before but may be an amalgamation of some people I know. She was my friend. She was telling me she used to be a World of Warcraft addict(I have never played the game). She got run over by some mean motorcyclists and I helped her up and she hugged me and then I kissed her. She said "I wasn't going to kiss you!" and I said "but I did". Smooth right? Anyway she smiled at me and we walked down the hill with our arms intertwined, to a couch where some of our other friends were. We all watched a movie together. I noticed as the movie went on that she was leaning closer and closer to me, until she leaned all the way over and practically landed on my lap and giggled. I embraced her and then I woke up. It was very realistic. Many of my morning dreams are like that. basically this is now my life.

>>3649 >>3650 Goddamn thats a long ass story, im surpised the board didnt crash, didnt think you even could make such long posts. You should turn that into a short story or something, its hard to read that way, maybe my short attention span doesnt help. I find even more suprising you can recall in such detail. >>3653 A nice dream is a nice dream. For once i can i recall something i dreamed, i was flying and somehow got tangled into train electric wires, then i fell down and got run over by a train that oddly enough seemed to have car wheels. Rest i forgot as usual, but with oddities like these its no suprise i cant remember soykaf.

Sorry for being gone for a week. I had some cool dreams at least. Layer 114 >climb down a ladder and into a massive cave structure >in a dark fantasy area reminiscent of blight town in dark souls >the whole place is riddled with bones to pave the walkable terrain and the environment is a massive gray cave with blue water >on top of the bone paths lies shoddy wooden houses >make my way through it, but an intimidating and powerful skeleton stands in my way >eventually defeat him with my claymore and he shatters everywhere >continue down the path of the cave and into a fiery area tinted orange >there are two directions I can take out of this hellish area >one way is a gray tower that leads up to a powerful knight >the other is the bridge that lies at the mouth of the cave where there is a huge dragon >cannot decide which way I want to progress Layer 115 >In a beautiful magic forest >need to collect 4 different tablets of 4 different colors >each tablet is "protected" by a weak fairy who has the color of the tablet >collecting these tablets so I can travel to fairy island (forget why I need to go) >collect the green and yellow tablets easily and the fairies accompany me reluctantly telling me not to misuse the tablets >the other 2 fairies are happy I am gathering the fairies together along with the tablets and happily accompany me >when I find the last tablet the dream ends Layer 116 >kidnapped by demons >they are gathering humans and turning them into demons >the whole area is contained by large fences and the floor is gray and plain >the sky is colored orange and gray and demons are dragging people to various devices that turn them into monsters >the demon that grabs me is a mid level demon who resembles a human but has no skin on his face >instead of eyes he has glowing orange beads of light >takes me to an area with lava flowing through it >rips the skin off of my head trying to turn me like him >bleeding a lot and in a lot of pain but conscious >dunks my head in the lava and lets go of me, it is implied he thought I was going to be a demon like him now >I still have my normal will and immediately escape from him >jump over the fence and look back at all the humans who will be turned into demons if I do not intervene >return to the camp and begin fighting the demons >my head still hurts but I discover I have demonic powers and superhuman ability >a high ranking demon approaches me, has massive horns and hooves and is easily 10 feet tall >grab his head with my hands and he begins to melt away Layer 117 >constantly shifting perspective between 2 people (neither resembled my own body) >I will call them A and B to be clear >A betrayed B and now possesses immortality >B hates a and wants to destroy him >in a snowy place, where it is dark >it is daytime but the snow is weak >A is sitting in a house of ice and wearing a full suit of black armor >B is standing on a flat area of ice below the house >see A walking down towards B from his perspective >A's vision is slightly tinted purple and the helmet obscures the edge of his view >B is wearing no armor but has a woman who also hates A helping him >the woman is hiding behind ice so A should not know she is there >both A and B have swords, and when they meet they clash >A disarms B easily with the swords but B tackles A with the help of the woman >the only part of the armor that is exposed for A is the neck >constantly switching perspectives between A and B with every moment >B grabs A's throat with his teeth and begins ripping it out >ripping it out is slow, and the teeth pull the throat away from the body like putty until it is ripped off in a very unrealistic manner >when I am in A's perspective it hurts severely, while in B's perspective the taste of the throat is disgusting >B falls away from A as he (I) rip out his (my) throat >as B, I watch A bleed and believe I have killed him >suddenly, a massive shockwave shoots out from A and the ice shatters all around the fight >A slowly rises back up and picks up his sword >feel immense pain but pride while I am A and despair and fear while I am B >wake up >>3627 Sounds like a good dream. Sorry you had a rough time of growing up. I think it's pretty normal to have dreams about those people from youth. I don't think it's pathetic to want love. >>3635 Sounds like a sad dream, those doomsday ones are total bummers.The postmodern architecture sounds like an interesting detail, maybe the glass embodies fragility and thats why the meteor came to destroy it. >>3637 That's a cool dream. I like being strange characters in my dreams. That's a nice song. I never played NieR so I hadn't heard it. It sounds like a cool situation though. I think it's nice that you were in a fight and just walk away from it. >>3643 Deja vu in your dreams is pretty common. Maybe you really have had the dream more than once. That's a cool dream anyways, going deeper and deeper into a delve against the aliens. I wish my dreams had resolutions, but they often end right before the solution to the problem like yours did. >>3649 >>3650 Sounds horrible. Terrifying in its own right but sounds like it dragged on for a really long time. Usually disturbing nightmares like that wake me up so I get some interruption to stop them. It's really strange how it turns into yuri by the end but I'm not one to judge. It's remarkable what the mind can conjure. If it had a different ending it would be something I'd be happy to read as a horror short story, but with the ending it is probably something more and I am not sure exactly what. It seems like then snake is a symbol for something you simultaneously fear and love. For my dream #112 I did think it was comical the moment I woke up but I was dead serious in the moment. >>3653 Sounds like a cute dream. I like it. If she's a world of warcraft addict though, I have to say be careful lol. The game is like kicking dead whales down the beach all your attention and time. Actually one of the reasons this post is behind schedule lol. >>3655 Yeah dreams that are not like real life are insanely hard to recall the details and sequences of events. I feel you on that. Great job remembering.

this was from a few months ago but it still sticks with me. it was purely a stream of consciousness dream; no dialogue, just the feeling of experiencing the story of this environment. don't often have dreams like this. >8/16/2020 >Their once-great power and influence dwarfed by the accelerating growth of man, the gods had found themselves relegated to glorified zoos. Imprisoned for the sake of research, they were quickly abandoned when it became apparent that neither their physical forms nor their formerly miraculous powers functioned on any unknown principles. >Sequestered in a derelict, linoleum-tiled, concrete-walled examination room, a former titan lays half-crushed by a fallen ceiling. Bound to flesh, the immortal’s body continues its attempts to rejuvenate itself to no avail. Though healed of all wounds, the titan remains immobilized by the crushing weight of the countless rooms and floors above it. Just out of sight, one of the doors has fallen off its hinges. Barnacles and mineral deposits coat one side of its hopeless face - it has been trapped for centuries, though the relative cleanliness of its prison conceal the fact. >The waste and bio-debris of this perpetually nutrified being has sustained a complex ecosystem of industrious microbes, shy insects, and a variety of molds and mucuses confined entirely within its room. The growth cycles of these bespoke organisms involves periodical reconstitution into smaller, more efficient subsystems as certain nutrients that the titan cannot provide are consumed. The final cycle, involving partial decomposition of the molds into pollen-like dust, wafts into the air and irritates the giant, inducing coughing fits and gasping breaths that forces the mold spores out the open door and replaces it with fresh air from other rooms, rejuvenating the ecosystem and beginning the cycles again. These coughing fits come once or twice a decade. There is only so much fresh air in that forgotten complex, and eventually even the most adaptive of organisms will be suffocated.

Eventually I get to the point, where my perception is I'm still, and the world is turning around me. After this, I'm not dizzy. Dunno if this is the right place: it's definitely /zzz/---consciousness, not dreams---but it's not enough to warrant it's own thread.

Layer 118 >in a sewer system >nothing else there besides me and a monster >hideous blob that resembled a slug >colored yellow and had rods of metal like spear heads sticking out of him >flowed across the water slowly and was very scary >kept my distance from it so I would not be attacked by it >morsels of food flow into the sewer system and the creature always takes them before I can >become worried I will starve to death at this rate as dream ends Layer 118 >make a silly action movie with a group of friends (not real people) >I am the lead actor in it >try to talk to a publisher to get it released >they will not release it because they don't like the way I look >release the movie on our own small time, remember taking it to a chinese man to do all the effects >some people like the movie and tell me they enjoyed it >>3657 Freaky dream. It reminds me of how science has made mysticism to explain natural things less and less common. Seems really depressing to experience that way. There must have been a miserable atmosphere to just watching the titan suffer. >>3659 It's all good. Everything you can remember is a dream, it's harder to remember vivid detail when you start but you have to start somewhere.

Layer 120 >eating chinese food with my entire family >the floor gradually goes up in increments like a lecture hall >family members keep annoying me with what they say >aunt keeps trying to talk to me and I try to get alone because I'm so frustrated >the food tasted really good, however thats all i got

>>3535 here >driving in some soccer mom, mini-van car >some elderly man is sitting besides me, wearing a grey suit and glasses? Maybe was slightly balding >tons of spiders in the car for some reason >some are blue, some brown etc >a brown fuzzy spider with neon green eyes (or was it a brown spider with neon green dots all over the body, can't remember) crawls up to my leg >bites me and suddenly grows bigger Can't remember anything before and after that scene, my dreams have been almost non-existant lately, might have to do something with the stress I'm facing.

This thread seems to be interesting so i'll bite in. Here's my old dream journal i haven't updated it in a long time unfortunately but it is something. In my dream journal i was only able to write fragments of my memory. >31.01.2018 had a dream where i was in a video game fighting a demon and jumping to avoid its attacks and then almost ran out of HP (Similar like Doom 2016) >26.?.2018 had a dream where i found money on the floor and shared it with my friends at the buss stop >7.7.2018 had a dream where i was driving at high speed in my SAAB 900 and pulled over >12.8.2018 i found large amount of manga hidden in the garage. >15,8,2018 Woke up in my bed and looked at the window and saw that there were Nissan skyline,Saab 900 with blue coloring and my car and it looked like it was mine. >17.9.2018 Was in a escape room and got myself a large amounts of manga >14.12.2018 A girl gets a PSVITA and asks for my help and theres a new teacher that is a manga reader and has mangas that no bookstore sells at (Nothing pervy just obsecure rare gems) >14.3.2019 I was at school then at a weird mall and met a guy in the eletronic store that let me play Initial d Arcade stage, i went back to school once more to get my bag and went somewhere after that? >27.7.2019 A girl invited me over to her place and i found out that his brother owns a laserdisk player and a working VHS player and he has Lain VHS. >26.08.2019 I was at an anime event in someone's house and left pretty late also found out that the stairs to the stations were collapsed so i had to run to a different bus stop. >21.12.2019 Some guy got fired from the anime store and decided to make a store with an anime theme and also sells 18+ anime things when i entered there it was empty probably because it was being renovated. >30.12.2019 Trying to crack a wii console at my parents place with my phone alone later on i started doing lewd things with a friend and had sex in many positions after that i had to share some candy to others because it's christmas i saw some kids were running away from some oldhag talked to her a bit after that i was in a haunted house going along with others for the tour guide saw an old lady with her son playing a unique piano. >16.04.2020 I was playing pyro for a bit in tf2 later on i went to a hotel to sleep for a day and had a remote that can change the color lights in the room also found a onahole. Thinking back on it i noticed that my style of typing has changed through the years and most of my dreams were semi-realistic something like an alternative universe it would've happened or if i were to take a different choice i'd be experiencing my dreams in real life.

I'm gonna provide some context for this dream. I went to a religious school until high school, in this school we had a class that was like a service, we sang, we pray, etc. This classes were in the school's auditorium, that had the same design as the church from the religious school. >be me >be at school for the service like class for some reason >you're not a student, you're just visiting >some friends are with me >in this classes, boys and girls sit separately >my friend (female) is sat on the other side of the auditorium, let's call her X >my friends keep switching places all the time >in this classes, an employee from the school would walk around to make sure nobody is talking or not paying attention >the employee is a tall black man that worked in the school when I was there >the employee changes his appearance all the time, sometimes he is another employee (also a black man, but short), sometimes he is my science teacher (tall black woman), sometimes he is my math teacher (short blonde white woman). >our parents start to walk in, I think the school invited them >my father walks in and sits in the front >I'm in the back with my friends >I start to call X attention so she would sit with me >she refuses >this goes for a while until she finally sits by my left side >we're kinda cuddling so I'm afraid the employee is gonna complain about me >we start talking (we couldn't) and she is talking too loud >I ask her to stop talking so loud >this goes on for a while, now she's whispering so close to my ears she's almost inside my head >another friend (female) and her mom walk pass us and tell us to shut up >they're praying, you definitely couldn't talk while praying >she's whispering so close to my head I feel the air coming out of her mouth >I start to worry the employee's going to think we're kissing or something, because our heads are too close >I'm enjoying it, it's funny because she's whispering in a ironic way, like "It's that softly enough for you" >I'm trying not to laugh but I'm still afraid of the school's employee and of my father >the class is over, the employee is a woman I don't know >she says calls me, X and some friends >oh boy we're gonna get it now >she just says "you were talking too much" >there are some snacks on a table, a get some brownies >X is outside, she doesn't wanna eat >I go outside and offer her a brownie >she refuses >then I offer the brownie to another girl, she isn't from the school, she's a member of the church >me and X start to walk away from the church >I wake up

I had a dream where I was an exorcist. Since I did not write down this dream when I woke up I do not remember it very well, but I'll write down what I remember >I was at my home, the sun had already set but it still wasn't night >I remember that in that world there were many aberrations, in fact one of them was in the neighbor's terrain (it was an extremey deformed big quadruped animal that emmited terrible roars and would spontaneously combust from time to time, it was eventually eliminated), but we specifically only took care of ghosts >I exorcised many ghosts in those dreams, only remember two >The first one was a kind of ghost that we could not see, he could talk (he could not maintain a conversation), and the more active he became the more things started to move at his position, we used this to discover the ghost's location and exorcise him >the second one I am not sure if it was a ghost, But a mass of sand appeared at my backyard >Me and a friend tried hitting it with a pickaxe, nothing happened >when we were going away bit I stopped for a moment and looked back suddenly a beautiful man with long red hair started to materialize, he was naked >take mi pickaxe and hit him in the head and this damages him >he seemed shocked that his plan had failed, dematerializes again to sand >eventually rematerialized and said that he just wanted to talk, this time me and my friend hit him in the head with a pickaxe >he is presumably dead, becomes sand and we clean the backyard

Layer 121 >fighting a skeleton inside a burial chamber >wearing plate armor and wielding a sword >keep hitting the skeleton, but it is reassembling itself >after doing this perhaps a dozen times, I run away from it and try to leave the crypt >cannot find my way out of the maze Layer 122 >sitting in a bright forest with a cheerful aura about it >watching hundreds of birds gather on the trees across from me >people keep passing me, and I remember thinking they were fools for not appreciating all these birds >look on the ground and see a carrot in it >pull the carrot out of the ground and take a big bite out of it >notice on the bottom of the carrot, attached to it, was the head of a chick >someone who was passing by stops and calls me a monster >try to explain I didn't see the animal attached to it but felt really guilty Layer 123 >In my real bed >a truck keeps slamming against the building wall >very afraid to confront the driver because it is the middle of the night >hide behind the front door trying to see who it is >get the courage to go out and stop whoever is driving the car >open the driver's seat door and see a golden retriever puppy >wonder how it got here and wrap it in a towel and take it inside >pet it for a while Layer 124 >tied to a chair >someone has been torturing me >blood everywhere >trying to get away before they come back >tip the chair onto the side >chair shatters into hundreds of pieces >the splinters are embedded in me or still attached to me by the ropes >stand up >feel the blood dripping down to the ground >realize I cannot feel the ground >look down and there is a black void, but I it was not there before I fell in the chair >wondering if I fell down or if the ground was never there because the drop seemed short >dream crashes and wake up >>3673 Thats creepy. I feel you though. When my sleep is really bad or unpredictable recalling my dreams is so much harder. Sorry you had such an uncomfortable dream. It's interesting that man appeared but server really no big functional purpose for the part of the dream you remember. >>3674 I write just a little bit too but remembering 3 or 4 details is enough to remember it all. Your dreams are cool. I think it's funny how I can guess a few of your hobbies and interests just by what you dream about. I get what you mean about dreams being a different possibility. I get strange senses like certain dreams are premonitions or real things, that psuedo-realness is really strange when I experience it. I hate looking at old things I wrote. I really like your dream journal, keep it up. >>3675 That's a cute exchange. I hope it was as nice as it sounds. Happy to hear the getting in trouble part wasn't too bad, but it's interesting how the employee shifted constantly >>3676 Lol that second half of the dream is funny. It reminds me of like killing people who betray you on the second playthrough of a video game. Just instantly destroying them the moment you cross paths. The dream seems pretty cool though, like a movie or a television show. I bet it was an exciting one by how cool it sounds.

>>3677 Of course the activities and interests you have will also oftentimes reflect that in your dreams what's odd is that i barely to never having any nightmares not even one that i can remember of the only thing i remember when i was 9 was this. >Wake up on a couch next to the window during Christmas take a couple steps away from the window and run towards it and jump through it then landed on a tree and poof nothing happened And just like that my dream ended it's interesting to know is that it i still remember it more than 10+ years. I need to fix my sleep schedule at the time of writing this it's 6AM from where i live. Possibly that's why i've been having problems catching any good dreams lately too much vidya can really screw one person's perspective of time as well with brewing soykaf.

Layer 125 >in a massive place under the open sky >set of courtyards connected by bridges, upheld by massive stone pillars >everything is made out of cut stone, besides iron gates >as I wander through this area an orc with his face deformed starts screaming at me >his eye has been ripped from the socket and droops, and his face was ripped off partially >he has only one arm and a broken battle axe >tells me to get lost and I'm no good for being here >look at the courtyard, see it is square shaped with 4 exits >2 exits lead to nowhere, one comes from the direction I came, and the other led down a hill into a meadow with a small pond, floating on otherwise empty sky >go down to the meadow and see a man >he tells me that it's too late to talk to him, and he hates all humans >he slowly expands in size with his flesh tearing and disgusting muscle and sinew popping out gradually a la Tetsuo in Akira >he turns into a massive 40 foot tall demon and tries to fight me but I run away back into the courtyard I came from >when I return the orc is dead and under his ripped off face is a regular human face >pull off the rest of his skin and see a full human who had died from his wounds >pick up his broken axe and carry it like a short spear, the demon is slowly creeping through the courtyard wall but I have ample time to escape >disturbed by the monster humans Layer 126 >On a transportation in a massive open truck, that can also go over water, through a mountainous area >talking to another person the whole way, about nothing important clearly since I cannot remember >go across a lake in this vehicle and see a shore that appears to be entirely solid gold >rocks are made of gold and what would be soil is gold too >I point it out to the person I'm talking with and they say it's too good to be true for it to be real gold >I say what if everybody else thought that and jump off and go to shore >wake up Layer 127 >trapped in a room >have to socialize with someone who is my higher up but I really don't want to >pretend to be interested for a while but then begin running in circles as I talk >they don't notice and I get more and more bored of the situation >know I cannot leave, but every time I check the door it gets bigger and bigger >>3678 That's good you don't get many nightmares. I usually don't regret having mine but they are still unpleasant to experience. According to sleep cycle science the most rem happens as you sleep for longer periods of time and less is in deep sleep, so if you sleep adequately you'll have more time where your body is physically in rem and it will be much easier to remember. Either way, good luck on progressing your dream recall if that is what you seek. I personally think it will be very rewarding.

Had a cool nightmare last night. It was incredibly long, with all parts being connected. I feel like a lot of my dreams have connections that I just do not remember but tonight it was like a movie written by an insane person Layer 128 >locked in the second floor of a hotel >locked inside there against my will >people want me to do something and I won't >trying to figure a way out of this place >run away by shattering the window and jumping out >escape the people that were keeping me captive relatively easily, they gave no real chase >my feet are filled with broken glass when a group of young adults in a van pull up and ask me if I need a place to stay >they thought I was homeless but I accepted and didn't tell them what was going on >ride with them through plains with beautiful yellow grass and they explain to me that they're going to be performers at a Renaissance fair >tell me I am going to have to perform with them but if I can do that I will have a place to stay >arrive at the Renaissance fair and there is a huge mass of people >we don't have to wait in line, walk right in >it is a circular building with a hollow center and 2 floors, mostly colored brown and green >this is where the majority of activities are taking place >all the other fair people are in the area, and a person dressed in armor who calls himself an evil slayer approaches us >tells the people I was accompanying that he wanted to train me to be an evil slayer >they said okay and he basically kidnapped me, grabbed me and pulled me aside >took me inside a house to the side and started beating me >told me I have to be able to survive this to be worthwhile >get hurt really bad and he begins to rape me >does this multiple times but no time passes between each of these events in my dream >grabs a hammer and starts hitting me with it >run away to the door of the house >at the door, see a demonic looking clown with sharp teeth >he tells me he will get rid of the evil slayer if I want >ask him what he would want in return, because they are called evil slayers I knew he must be evil >he gets incredibly angry and grabs a fumigator >he starts pouring toxic gas into the house >I hold my breath and run around the house getting away from the fumes >suddendly the fumes stop and another person in armor runs in and saves me >outside, tells me he is an evil slayer but the one who grabbed me was doing bad stuff that's not allowed >asks me what he did and I tell him >he tells me to get ready, and I do >he hits me in the back with the side of his hammer and asks me if his beatings on me was worse than that >I don't flinch and he feels compassion for me and offers to take me in with no mean stuff this time >tells me to go inside his house, where he has taken in other people and to talk to the ogre >go inside with him, and meet the ogre who is just a person I know in real life >he tells me I've been through a lot and I should calm down >asks me to play CoD zombies with him (we do this in real life) >I go into the room, which is foreign to me >he tells me to find the disk for the game, and I crawl into his closet and look for it >see a nintendo gamecube but not the disk for call of duty >get really anxious I'm letting him down by taking this long >he says it's alright but I'm really worried I upset him >he puts a different disk into the console and we play it together >it's a bullet hell game that is kind of generic, but the boss fight is a fighting game like tekken >I am playing as Captain Falcon and the boss is Griffith >win with 1 life left and barely any hp and we get really excited >wake up

Today I dreamed that my brother predicted that the universe would collapse in itself via complex calculations. This dream was pretty episodic, so I only remember disconnected episodes. The first one was me entering the apartment of an aunt. Then I remember a scene where I was guarding a child through an hotel, and he asked me why are there some sick fuaarks out there, and I don't remember what I answered. Then I remember looking at a billboard like those that exhibit weather forecasts, but it instead displayed elements like the current gaussian and principal curvature of spacetime so we would know how close the universe was from ending, and lastly I remember being in a barber shop that I frequent and wanting to sell a console I bought (not in real life) to help me pay an assisted suicide before I died from the universe collapsing (in the dream the console used costed 20000 dollars for some reason). I don't remember anything else but I'm glad I don't, because it doesn't seem like it but this was probably the saddest dream I've ever had. Everywhere was empty, like people were departing to the world and going to the next if there is such a thing, and there I was, for some reason still living in this world. I felt like that person that leaves the party only when almost everyone had left, except that it wasn't a party. And there was this constant, soul crushing, lingering feeling of hopelessness and melancholy.

Noticed an increase in nightmares recently. I might sound crazy saying this but I feel like I can sense the collective unconscious being much more negative that usual. It's better than it was a few days ago but I'm not sure why I got that sense. Anyways, these were the dreams I remembered from the past few days. I didn't write them down so the only ones I recall left a significant enough impression to not need to be recorded. The latest one was probably the most interesting to experience, but it had a real aura of hopelessness to it. Layer 129 >I am the captain of a destroyer >ordering my crew to do things >we are in battle but I never see what we are fighting Layer 130 >by a polar ocean >the ground is icy and snow is falling >I am a young boy, and with me is some young girl who is my sister >we look at all the water and are looking for water that is "the dark tide" >not really sure what this means but it seems really bad >she examines the sea water and I go to a small cave and look at the pool of water inside >taste it and the taste was like chlorinated water of a pool >put some of this water in a vial, and notice its color is red >go back with sister to an old woman who also is apparently my mother >she is very happy that we found this water, and I remember being really excited to make her so happy Layer 131 >on a road with granite mountains climbing up either side >no car, just standing there >some people greet me and ask me what I'm doing out here >I tell them I don't know I forget the details in between but there was a seamless chain of events that brought me to this >hunting for an important relic >end up in a place with tall grass, and lots of water all over sprinkled around the area >find a partially sunken pyramid that resembled a mayan temple >try to climb it and a woman in a fancy robe emerges to talk to me >tells me I cannot have the relic because they need it for the end of the world >she gives me a vision of the world ending >like cream poured onto coffee and stirred, the world is ripped apart but reforms back into its original shape >this happens over and over and it is clearly an infinite loop >I tell her that I'm going to stop her and save the world >she laughs at me and asks if I really believe she had the power to choose when the world ends? >the world starts ending as soon as she says this >the sky turns yellow and bees emerge from empty space >a bee stings her and she turns into a green goo which quickly disappears >look up at the sun and it is colored red >>3681 That dream would be really depressing. A lot of dreams have emotional responses that are very different from what you "should" feel in that situation, and yours sounds like the proper reaction to the bizarre situation dreams put you in. I'm sorry you went through such a dreadful dream.

About to sleep, I guess I'll post last night's dream to unwind for the night. Happy Halloween. There weren't any trick or treaters this year, which is sad. Makes me think about the future and what (probably bad) things it holds. Sorry for rambling Layer 132 >lost at sea, floating on a raft made of wood >the water is the bluish gray the cold open ocean takes >it is raining, and I remember seeing my reflection in the water >it was twisted and deformed, with cracks tearing it apart >look up and see massive black cliffs >waves crash against the cliffs, and I see no safe shore to take the raft to >paddle over to the cliffs and step off onto the rocky tidepool at the base >the surf crashes me into the wall and drives the raft away from me >the rocks are coarse, and my hands and feet are bleeding >try to climb up the cliff, but quickly realize I can't >walk along the cliffs, as the waves keep hitting me >feel determined to make it to the land >notice my raft is completely gone now >when the waves hit me it starts to feel cold, when it hadn't before >get worried I will lose too much blood to continue Layer 133 >in the deep forest >talk to someone and they make me really upset (forget why) >try to leave and clear my mind >complete consciousness blacks out >not sure if my memory was suppressed or it jumped forward in my mind, but everything sort of turned into a haze I have never experienced it like this in a dream. It was surreal. >when I come to my senses I am lying on the floor and one of my legs has been ripped off below the knee >crawl through the forest, and eventually am found by 2 members of my family >they are the real people with relation to real me (weird to explain I think you understand) >they carry me into a small hovel >one puts an iron rod on the stump where my leg used to be >has a think square peg at the end for stability >hobble around on it for a bit, and they do not seem surprised >they tell me that I cannot do much now that I am a cripple, so I should keep the fire >stick my prosthetic leg in the fire and watch it turn red >take it out and kick it around

Some time after posting >>3681 I remembered about a dream that I had the same night or the night before, I didn't know, but I forgot to write it here. I don't remember much though. >I was being forced to kidnap a girl >I could summon tentacles from my body, apparently it had something to do with Cthulhu >Kidnap the girl, a group of people come to rescue, eventually decide I've had enough and jump out the window from a high building, didn't die >Apparently I never had a power to summon tentacles, that was just an anomaly, but I still had superhuman strength >Start traveling without a fixed objective >The three locations I remember traveling to >The first of them I remember almost nothing, it was a giant apartment complex, for some reason I remember a small, comfy yellow room >The second location was a house in the middle of a hill, there was no human activity that could be seen from the place, it was nighttime >The third one was a grayish almost white structure composed of various irregular pillars, all of them had strange geometrical formats, like there was a pillar and someone took objects such as cubes, spheres, pyramids and disks and fused them with cylindrical pillars in an irregular way, this place may be related to the first one >I found the group of people that tried to save that girl >Wanted to just jump out of there, they saw me, it was awkward but I think it was pleasant in the end >>3685 >Makes me think about the future and what (probably bad) things it holds. Kinda out of topic but recently I noticed that some things are returning to what they used to be years ago, but not exactly as they were, and this makes me slightly melancholic.

Again I can't remember much of the dream I had, except for some scenes: >I was in Venice, but it did not look like Venice at all >It looked much more like Holland >The sky was overcast >there was a sea there, but immediately upon entering the sea the floor suddenly disappeared, like there was a cliff covered in water >There was also stairs leading to the sea like those that can be found on pools >Luckily I know how to swim so I didn't drown >I thinks that's the first time I swam in a dream >When I get out the sea becomes a pool >Go home (not my real one), take a baggage and go to a closed location where there's a pool >Probably planning to go to a hotel afterwards >Meet my (real world) mother (in the dream she was not my mother), she was with someone else >The total cost of everything in my baggage (including the baggage itself) was 50 dollars >The total cost of everything in my mother's baggage (including the baggage itself) was 2400 dollars >She was surprised that someone could survive with only a 50$ dollar baggage >Probably not the same dream, but I remember vaguely about something related to a big terrain with a main house and various other constructions that served for various purposes >There was something related to exploiting a local spacetime distortion for teleportation, but eventually that distortion disappeared >I wanted to met a woman (that did not exist irl) >Eventually somehow got there without teleportation

>>3687 And I forgot to change my name again.

Layer 134 >in a town that resembled one close to where I live >at a train station >see a stone statue of a demon >someone else is on the platform with me (didn't have any distinct features, and to my memory was totally androgynous) >we examine the statue >the whole town starts on fire and the statue begins to crack >demon bursts from the statue and begins chasing us >has 4 eyes and a spiked tail, runs on all fours with long legs like a hound (like pic) >we run away from it for a long time while the town burns >at one point run into a house >the demon is staring into every window at the same time and my companion jerks me out of the building >when we exit I look back and see the house is tiny and gets crushed under the demon's claws >once we escape this the demon leaves >part ways with companion >return back to the town in a car and see that the entire place is scorched, but there are ostriches everywhere >have no explanation for this and get confused >go to walk up a hill and a person asks me if I was one of the people that escaped the demon >say yes and then get away from all the people to be alone Layer 135 >at a massive battlefield between all sorts of strange creatures >some are shapeless masses and others are normal humans >I am in a full suit of bronze armor, and my body is better conditioned than in real life >have a long spear with which I am fighting >kill a few creatures but then a massive one impales me with an incredibly long tentacle >I fall on the ground and can tell I'm going to die >start to struggle and stretch my arm out to reach my spear and continue fighting >cannot get up from the ground and feel the pain >another person in bronze armor sees me struggling and looks at my spear >he picks it up and stabs it into my hand and tells me good luck >take the spear out of my hand and get up so that I am on my hands and knees >throw the spear at the monster (who is far away) and kill it >die and wake up Layer 136 >at a giant shopping market with warehouse shelves >looking at an aisle and see a person who I recognize as Rhett from Rhett and Link (don't watch them idk lol) >he notices me looking at him and asks if I recognized him >I said I thought so but wasn't sure >he talks to me for a while and is really nice, and his wife and link and his wife come over eventually and say hi to me as well >>3686 Superpower dreams are always cool. Even if you're the bad guy you still get to sprint around at mach 5 and summon tentacles. The locations in your dream are quite interesting. I'm visualizing the 3rd as you describe it and it sounds nice in a very odd way. Good job getting that information back, it's really hard to reorient yourself to what was happening after you forget some of it, so you did really good to recall that much. >some things are returning to what they used to be years ago, but not exactly as they were, and this makes me slightly melancholic Yeah. The saddest things in the world for me are the things that happen over and over again that I don't know how to prevent. What can a flower do against the coming of winter? >>3687 Thanks for posting all your memories. I have those fragmented half baked thoughts and often i dont write them down so I forget them but they're so nice. I don't often swim in my dreams either, but it feels different from actually swimming when I do so maybe thats why. Again, the location of your dream is very interesting. The ocean morphing and it being venice but appearing like holland is awesome. Those distortions are really cool. I wonder why your mother wasn't your mother in your dream. The reverse happens to me sometimes but that itself hasn't. It seems like a cool experience regardless. Thanks for continually posting, I genuinely appreciate reading yours.

>>2996 >Revolution was ongoing, the call to arms was called in my town and I felt the need to take up arms in a my very own militia >My only firearm that I could obtain was a small .22 derringer-like pistol that could be completely concealed in my hand (I believe this to be the manifestation of my own firearm within the dream) >There were 4 people who stood by my side throughout the dream, I do not remember their faces or names but they were my warriors >Get invited over to a house for a potential weapons deal, when I get there the arms dealer was actually Lain, and all she had were Nerf guns >The fighting goes poor and many of my men fall in combat >My militia numbers were slowly culled down >We were all captured however I was not suspected of being the leader due to my lack of any firearms >Stood in absolute horror as I watched my men being forced into a mile line and slowly executed one by one by an officer far in the distance >I am standing in front of my four best with bowed heads looking down at the snow with a glare of lost hope and desperation >Lain was at the end of the line >I fall down face first into snow with no hope, I began to imprint my face into the snow, once for each of my 4 best; a deathmask >I walk away in shame, only to see a 13 year old kid deface the deathmasks by scribbling curses into the snow and pissing on the masks >I am outraged beyond belief and follow him into a nearby building/office >I place my .22 to the child's forehead and fire 2 shots point blank >Everyone around me is shocked after I walk up to another and fire a single shot at the nearby officer that stood post A transition in the dream occurred at this point, I assume death >In high school, picking up stickers and patches from a carpet in the library >After collecting the patches I go back to my desk, someone is laying their forearm rudely on my desk, only after I ask them to move their arm I realize it was Lain >I begin to talk about my dreams to her, specifically the one I just had, she claimed that she also saw me within her dreams >"It seems we shared the same dream" she said >We giggle and go our separate ways My experiences within my dreams are always quite fluid and uncannily vivid, I might post more but a small fear burns at the back of my mind making these posts.

Heyoo i'm back after fixing my sleep schedule and participating in NNN my sleeping quality has increased drastically and i was able to get some nice dreams. >31.10.2020 I was running around places to places and was in a grocery store a lady said to me "Do you think this is (Insert city name here)" I met my old classmates when they spotted some awful transgender art they started taking pictures of it while i left and kept running Also wondered if the anime store was open. Was also in a spa and in my hand was a remote that led me control everything in the pool including the settings of the sauna. >06.11.20 I was at someone's house playing gmod and half life with the guys in a race of a bhopping fashion and had dinner with my old grandparents. Will post more when i get more dreams to recall of.

I have some dreams to share: a) a recurring dream I had as a little kid >went down to the basement >sometimes alone, sometimes with others >water? >crocodiles moral: don't go to basement if you feel there might be crocodiles(?) b) I read one of these dream diary threads a while ago and the next night had a dream >was in garden gardening in my back yard, was relaxing >radio playing >see baby croc >think it's weird that there's a crocodile in my back yard but do nothing about it; stay in garden >more animals (?), I forget the order, one of them is a weird emaciated bony-shouldered pink panther -faced panther creature but on 4 legs and way skinnier and with taller legs and white fur, think it's harmless at first because it looks so goofy >all of a sudden mama(?) croc chasing gangly panther chasing baby croc (or maybe just mama croc chasing panther (?)) >run towards house >climb chain link fence (not that I have one but it's a dream) >see taller chain link fence to my left, could climb to it but am tired and don't feel like moving >panther comes back into back yard, this time no mama crocodile chasing it >panther jumps moral: don't be complacent, when you see danger run right away (I should have run to the house as soon as I saw the baby crocodile because if there's a baby croc who knows what else there might be) (I dreamt this because I was struggling to get homework done on time around the time of said dream, though is very applicable to much more than homework (such as getting a gf (don't think that just because you get chances now you'll get them later(!!!!)) or escaping society before complete shtf or who knows what)) c) I dreamt this a few nights ago >climbing a very tight shaft, like a maze but the tightness of a human body >in upper story of a house, path is a system of tight spaces and maybe a chimney >extremely claustrophobic, i am basically an earthworm but without as much flexibility or ability to move forward >take this extreme claustrophobia path repeatedly >then one time go in without feeling enough energy to make it all the way through >get stuck near end, no more drive to continue moral: don't lose hope(?), don't go into a situation without enough drive to make it all the way through(?)

second night in a row i dream of having a gf. first time in years i remember such good dreams. the second time felt the best simply cause the gf was the girl i had a crush on in highschool. felt pretty comfy and nice overall. i wonder why i made this kind of dreams though, since it didn't feel as nice yesterday in my waking hours, all i did was playing a mmo without even having a meal through the whole day and i made no changes at all to my daily life

Three weird dreams: Part 1 >I woke up on top of a skyscraper. There was plaster on the ground (literally everywhere), and the city I was in had been ruined by something. >Extremely foggy. I couldn't even see the ground. >everything is grey. >There was a door to a stairwell like ones on top of some apt. buildings >go down it >building is dark, no windows or lights >plaster everywhere, this place must be ancient. >hear a squirming sound, no idea what it is >Look down the long twisting hallway. The hallway is zigzagged, not curved. >First sight that isn't gray. It's huge, and fills the whole hallway >mottled/warty brown worm moves slowly towards me >no eyes or anything, also doesn't have the rings that worms usually do. teeth arranged in a circle >primal instinct to gtfo >run and find a stairwell down to the ground floor and leave the building >Old man greets me, says something about "them" that I can't remember >he's insane but that makes sense >he gives me a pistol I don't remember anything after that point. Part 2 is somewhat related >Driving along a road with my family under a sand-colored sky >Covered in sand, to the left of us was a desert with nothing but endless dunes. >To our right was a ruined city like the one in part one >However the skyscrapers were a lot taller and the walls had completely fallen apart on everything >continue driving and eventually wake up. I feel like these places are related. Part 3 coming in my next post.

Part 3 (no relation to the previous two) >be European colonist back in the 1600s >completely forget about technology except for whatever primitive tools were used back then >think whatever people in salem were like (was somewhere in New England I think) >Glance over from behind a hay bale to see the Native Americans attack. >burn houses to the ground and kill children as a side note I'm not racist in real life >run the hell away into a field >they are chasing after me >see a red brick building just beyond a line of short trees.never seen red brick before >golden letters say "Ohio Department of Time" >climb up onto the building >glance behind myself, the natives and the field is gone >just a squat red brick building >guards bring me in >girl that real life me used to know in high school tells me about something that I need to do, some sort of mission (dream me had no idea who she was but vaguely recognized her).

Layer 137 >going up a ski lift >reach the top of a mountain >at the top it is rocky while the slopes are all snow >see a master chess player at the summit >he tells me the world champion was just here and he managed to beat him becasue he got lucky >I congratulate him and ski down the hill Layer 138 >At a dock in a big harbor >the locals are crazed for some reason and want to attack >the ship I disembarked from leaves and I am forced to face them alone >suddenly the sun is eclipsed and a purple orb appears in front of me, glowing and buzzing >I grab it and crush it, and immediately my hands grow long, pitch black claws at my fingertips that leave shadows in their wake >get filled with an evil sort of excitement and start to rip every single person into pieces with my hands >notice I'm gritting my teeth and they have turned into fangs >grab a person, bite their neck, and rip it in half >the smell and taste of the blood disgusts me and I feel immense guilt for what I did One of the more interesting dreams I had. It felt so good in the moment but I have no sadistic impulses as I am awake so it was shocking. Layer 139 >in a desert place by the ocean >notice a totem pole in the distance that for some reason informed me where I was >don't remember how I got there but feel hot so go for a swim >under the water find a very old shipwreck >dive inside of it and go to the captain's quarters >discover a perfectly pristine silver knife, and pick it up from the otherwise rotted place >someone else swam down and sees me in the water grabbing the knife >try to explain it is mine but cannot underwater so I emerge and say I found it first >>3690 I'm fascinated by Lain's appearances in your dreams. It's almost like she's visiting you in them or something. Hard to descibe, I guess it's almost like there's a feeling sometimes that an entity in dreams is very seperate from yourself, and you respect it as another person. I don't know if you agree but that's my experience. I don't believe you have anything to fear but do whatever you're comfortable with. I know they are personal, but you might stand to gain something out of it. >>3691 Cool dreams. Hanging out with people dreams are interesting, I know I have them but have a hard time recalling details worth memorizing. Keep it up! I'm super happy to hear your sleep quality has improved. Hopefully it will only get better. >>3692 Nice. I liked the attempt at attributing some message to the experiences. They sound like they were rather uncomfortable to experience. The theme of crocodiles is interesting too. Are you fixated on them or something? They are incredibly primordial and heartless killers. It scares me in a way that they exist. >>3693 >i made no changes at all to my daily life I think of dreams as an escape from real life more than an augmentation of it. I see it as a reflection of how we see existence within our minds. That girlfriend dream sounds nice, maybe you can use it as encouragement towards the life you really want for yourself. >>3700 >>3702 The first 2 dreams are interesting, how they connect together. There must be some sort of reason why that idea of the city is important to you. Recurring places are typically interesting in some way to reflect upon. Sorry that the worm part of the dream was so disturbing. The 3rd dream I think is cool. Just a neat adventure that is hard to rationalize. Those sorts are usually enjoyable from my experience but very strange.

Layer 140 >there is an evil fat man capturing people and turning them into "chicken powder" >in a really gory way has a machine rip them apart and drains their blood then crushes it into an orange dust >I am travelling with a cartoonish blue character, who is trying to stop this man >remember that he looks a lot like a chicken, but don't believe he actually was one (perhaps this was retconned mid dream, as I recall wondering why a chicken would want chickens to be slaughtered instead of humans) >we defeat a lot of his henchmen but never meet him >flashes to the evil mastermind's lair and his goon says the heroes have defeated half his henchmen >he shows concern, but then watches a group of people get pulverized by his machines >remember an old man who had his arm snatched and skewered by a robotic claw and then was pulled towards the ceiling >he started screaming and a bunch of other robotic claws ripped chunks of his flesh off piece by piece and put it under a hydraulic press that showed the beige powder when it was over >wake up and feel incredibly disturbed Layer 141 >3rd person dream >see a huge colony of people living in a massive space ship >the ship is larger than a city and shaped like a massive cube >the people within it are attacked by another colony with a similar ship, and are almost completely destroyed >they scuttle the ship and some escape, and the ship crashes into the atmosphere of the planet it was orbiting >it feels like a huge amount of time passes >two teenaged boys find the space ship, they are in space suits and the gravity on this planet is weak >they begin to repair the ship and get the engines to turn on >they both cheer when it boots up, and try to figure out where they will go with this ship >feel very happy and encouraged by this dream, like the 1st part was a distant memory but the second was a bright future The dreams last night were interesting to me. I'm not sure what to make of the first but the second has a clear archetype from my perspective.

had another long, sort of interesting dream. Ever since having that snake dream Ive sort of gone down an occult rabbit hole, so I dont really bother saving the written down dreams if theyre not of significance to her, and the ones that are, are kind of too lewd and embarassing to share here. But this one wasnt. So I was an office worker or something and got a layoff I decided to take a vacation with the little money I had I went to this beach like area and fooled around for a while, and got mixed with a weird hippy crowd I tried stealing all their drugs and their car and got away with it, but they almost beat me up while at it. Then next town over, I met some hitchhiking folks, and I told them to hop on While staying at a motel that night they found my drugs, and tried to rob me But by touching them improperly they ended up all getting high, and I was drunk as hell, so we had a huge drunken brawl for the money at the room we were staying in This made the cops take notice and they came investigating, found the drugs and our brawl and joined in And in the midst of it all we must have gotten confused since we stopped caring about the yale and tried escaping on the car When I woke up we were miles away We left the drugs back in the motel room Not having reason to fight any longer I decided to stick around with them We kept travelling wherever down the highway and eventually reached some sort of desert Here we found some more intense psychodelics, this is as good time as any to introduce who I was traveling with There were two guys and a woman One was some sort of mexican that didn't talk much, but was obviously the muscle of the group, and was unexpectedly chill, and was honestly always the only one defusing every discussion and fight The other was this blonde american who always wore sunglasses, even with the lens cracked or missing and he was a huge conspiracy theorist and white supremacist and would find every excuse to tell you about it He was constantly trying to fuarrrk me over or scheming something but eventually, around the time we came to the desert, formed a good friendship and mutual hatred of "the system" The woman was this groupie brunette that was the biggest junkie of the group and like the american, she tried every chance to fuarrrk the group over, but always more on drug shenanigans So despite all of us obviously sharing the girl The american started to grow attached to her, and tried to keep her for her own, And they ""fell in love"" while in the desert Us being a huge family we decided that the only thing to do was steal a bunch of drugs from the Indians so they could get married That ended pretty much the same as last time so we had to retreat into the desert to avoid the cops, but we ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere and with no food or water but a trunk full of salvia, we started to starve So then we went to a huge plateau, the couple got married ,we all cried and wished each other happyness, and then got batshit high while trying to do a rain dance we learned from the Indians Then we tried killing each other for no reason, but me and the groupie escaped from the fight and left the american and the Mexican to brawl it out And I proceeded to NTR my best friend just hours after he got married, like a bro does. Then left me for dead as some rando came by and they stole his car Then I started walking, just straight up walking from town to town And like forrest gump became a nationwide celebrity, until they tried interviewing me while I was walking, and I mentioned the jews, that made them stop following me. Eventually I made it to the coast There I met the group again, they gave me some drugs and the american explained he had forgiven me long ago and was hopeful we would see each other again someday, it didn't occur to me to 'forgive' him for leaving me for dead too tho But our friendship had recovered stronger than ever, bros before hoes So we left in a different car, a convertible, down the highway Eventually the same shenanigans with drugs and the American's "wife" happened, so I was again left for dead in some forest This time I said fuarrrk it, I'm gonna jump on top of a car Just jumping out of the cars way While on a highway It was so easy, I walked against traffic for miles "walking against traffic" And the american said "Based!" I hopped on to the car again and left That was all of the dream

>>3673 here again, haven't posted in a while, since my sleep has been bad. Anyways, >be a kid >at a school football field >we're about to play some weird hybrid of baseball and football >don't know the rules really, teacher tries to explain me, but he's quite far from me >teacher finally get fed up with me, "demotes" me to a ball chaser, who had to get the balls back if they went out of from the field >one ball falls to the drain nearby >don't have any other choice, jump in the drain >swim inside the drain, can't find the ball >suddenly the hole/entrance I came from patches itself >panic, start to chip away on the wall that was now there >keep holding my breath for what feels way too long, haven't passed out yet though >felt like over 10 minutes >suddenly start to panic about dying >teleport to my house Very confusing dream. One thing I also remember is that the teacher was very tall (over 2 meters). Maybe it had to do something with the fact, that as a kid, my PE teacher was about 1.9 meters tall.

>>2996 I dreamed that I was reading a book in a room with some dude when suddenly this song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkmyVnF_E6E) starts playing and I instinctively dive head first through the window. I land on the street several floors below with glass shards still peppering my clothes and everybody looks at me with shock, but I pay no attention and start sprinting as fast as I can to get away. Several seconds after I escaped through the window, a bear-sized Daruma doll wielding an ax busts through the door and the kills the other guy in the room I was previously in. All night, the unstoppable Daruma doll rampages through the city butchering anyone it can catch. I think to myself about how lucky I was to get a running head start as I watch a crowd of people being chased through the subway, then I wake up.

>>3712 Thats a cool dream, i wish i had such cool ones. Today i had some weird dream that i bought weed of some black drug dealer then lost it. There was more but i cant remember. I was hoping i would get to smoke it in the dream and maybe have some psychological effect.

>All started at the crossroads of a railroad track and road >I've seen this place before in other dreams, I am certain of it >I came to a large church, painted white at the exterior and interior >Half the building was lofty and the other half separated by two floors >The service began, but all was not right, I made an effort to warn people something was off, and to my surprise some people listened >An uproar slowly began, and from words came violence >A massive fight broke out, I do not remember why exactly >I got up on the second floor of the loft and began throwing chairs at people, either to continue or stop the fight >Eventually everyone started to fight outside This next dream was very interesting, I could feel temperature and unusual emotions not usually felt in dreams >Walking around near old neighborhood, just south of my old apartment >its the middle of winter and I'm wearing my green parka and my 70L interior frame backpack >I was near my middle school and I was all alone, I kept out of the wind and walked up to a vending machine >It was a McDonald's vending machine, I bought a McChicken and a rather flat hamburger, only after buying it did I realize the McChicken cost $280 >I thought to myself that my parents would be pissed about overspending >I saw one of my friends on the sidewalk being blown around by the wind and blowing snow. I walked out into the wind and before my eyes the snow melted and the wind died down, I looked down and saw that I was wearing shorts >I continued to wander the streets, eventually meeting up with my family >They decide to head over to a movie theater, but decide to stay outside on a bench and not watch the movie because I was uninterested in watching Space Chimps >I laid down to nap on a bench in a nearby park, my backpack and coat still with me >I wake up to two women bickering about a break up, one of them left behind a necklace with a green gem that their boyfriend gave them, I quickly picked it up and stashed it in my bag >walked away from the movie theater, while walking I picked up coins from the ground and crossed a bridge >I found a club of sorts run by kids, it was near a line of condos one the shoreline of this ocean >We all walked out onto the beach, but far out on the ocean I could see a 40 foot wave begin to break on the shore, I quickly ran up to one of the balcony of the condos and watched the gargantuan waves break the shore >>3703 > I guess it's almost like there's a feeling sometimes that an entity in dreams is very seperate from yourself, and you respect it as another person My encounter with lain was an interesting one to say the least. I have meet very few people deep within that are aware of their presence in my dream, even once seeing what I made out to be the personification of the Roman god Mars who implied that he was merely visiting my dream. There is also danger to what I meet, as occasionally I see the beasts of the night, the manifestation of my fears in my life more synonymous with Astral projection. Nothing to fear though, most of my dreams are filled with war, mass rioting/fighting, and women so nothing really comes to shock me anymore, and nothing cannot be killed within my own mind.

Just woke up from a dream where I was in my brother's room and he had one of those strings with photographs hanging on them. Except all the photographs where of a single piece of clothing hanging to dry. Looked kinda neat and funny. And I remember saying "soykaf that's cool, I'm almost upset I didn't come up with this." Well joke's on him, I did.

Sorry for not posting earlier. I couldn't remeber anything coherent about my dreams, though today I do. >Almost everyone had the appearance of a 13 year old child >First part of the dream >I saw someone I knew from school and high school >He did some retarded things for a stunt, he hit his eye on a corner (his eye was now swollen) >He was desperate because, quote: "I don't want to stay at my family's side not doing retarded soykaf" >Think how cute he was, being a 13 year old child and talking like a child, even though I was also a child >but somehow I already know that his eye was going to start bleeding (this may have something to do with the last part of the dream) and he would be forced to stay with his parents >Help him apply ice in his eye for a little bit >Go away >Second part of the dream, an almost direct continuation of the first >I was shirtless in a very rural town >But there were a lot of bees so I wanted a shirt, and I wanted to change my shorts >safely arrive home, however see a man naked (I was also naked because I was changing) >get embarassed and try to hide myself >He says that there is no problem because we're both men >Get even more embarassed for not thinking that, but I eventually get over it >They find a drawing that (IRL) I was doing yesterday, once again get embarassed because I thought I had stored it in a drawer (which I did IRL) >Also it was really hot and I find out that my attic is really chilly, tell my friends >Third part of the dream >We all still looked like 13 year olds >Everyone had a unique power >As always, I can control time (which might be why I was able to see the future in the first part), but that is not very useful per se >I find someone that had the power to summon knights from mythology, It was between average an good >become partners >There was this woman that had runic powers, the could make runes and imbue everything with them to change their abilities and properties >Kinda like enchantments that she could also apply to hersself and others >She was crazy strong and wanted to battle everyone to prove that she was the strongest >Ask her innocently what her powers were, she gives them away, probably of innocence, arrogance or both >My partner also accidentally gives away my power multiple times but she ignores probably because of her arrogance >Battle starts, we're in the middle of a hill with no other human activity or settlement in sight, the sky was clear >Immediately pause time, everything becomes grey-ish, am able to keep it in that state for almost a minute if not more, which is a record, I have never been able to mantain time stasis for that long in my dreams >My partner could still move in time stasis, which also never happened before in my dreams, and he was not gray-ish >Really flashy scene of my partner invoking knights to fight her, in the end her head is pierced by a rapier >She somehow survived, is still in shock and doesn't understand what just happened, started thinking and realized that giving away her power was a bad idea >Also realizes what is my power, and with it, speed and distance meant nothing (she was specialized in physical combat and closing distance was generally advantageous for her) >Slowly gets infuriated as all of those realizations kick in, call us cowards and says that she will lunch (something that she never did between a battle) and will definitely beat us >Don't know if she wanted to lunch to gain time and think about how to beat us, if she wanted to rest or if she said that she will beat us just out of pride and was going to go all-out with no strategy again, but the dream ends here Overall I quite liked this dream.

Sorry for the delay, been busy (still busy but making time) and at this point I only post dreams that I can recall some quality of detail for. I have had about a dozen "dreams" that are little more than 1 detail which I neglect to post out of lack of interesting substance. These recent dreams were fairly interesting. Layer 142 >trying to read a book in the attic of my childhood home >it's incredibly bad and I keep getting distracted >hear an alarm beeping somewhere in the attic, and set the book down to try to find it so I can turn it off >look for a long time and get frustrated until I wake up >there was an alarm going off in real life Layer 143 >In a car with a few other people, driving through mesas in a place that resembles New Mexico >take a turn in the desert and go down a neglected path >the sky turns gray and the soil goes from orange to a soft brown >drive the car to a dark body of water, with a roof above it >some manmade aqueducts that appear to have been flooded rest just below the water >drive the car across the aqueducts similar to walking along paths in New Londo, it was incredibly hard to see and I was worried about falling >get to the end and find a huge steel door which is opened for us >inside is a very important mafioso and many of his attendants, learn that my companions and I are criminals as well >enter the house which had yellow and red colors all around it with tile flooring >go to the main hall where dozens of people are eating at a table >go into the bathroom with my companions, and one of them takes multiple juggernaut suits out from a large bag and gives them to us as well as machine guns >put on the suit and burst out holding up the people at the table >rob the mafioso of a huge sum of money (10 million dollars IIRC) and begin to leave the house >drive away in a truck quickly to escape pursuit >remember seeing a breakfast place in the car that I wanted to stop at but couldn't because of obvious circumstances Layer 143 >laying in a chair in a backyard >see a huge bug appear from the horizon, which is quickly shot by a someone else in the yard with me >call him T because he was certainly not someone real >T and I approach the bug and see that it is an insectoid alien, quickly realize there is an ongoing alien invasion when we see hundreds more coming from a large ship >ship itself was covered in barnacles and pustules >he and I immediately gather 3 other people and begin to make mecha suits to fight the aliens >my mecha suit is the best designed, followed by T and then the rest >as soon as we finish see a massive scorpion descend from the ship, at least 1000 feet long >we all swarm the scorpion and attack it, I attack the scorpion from the front to draw the most pressure while the others harass it from the sides >1 companion is killed by its tail thrashing but no one has time to react >scorpion grabs my mecha ( and me inside) by the arm and pinches it off >I turn the thrusters on the mecha forward, initiate the self destruct, and eject >the explosion kills the scorpion but I am badly wounded from losing the arm >the alien ship retreats with the death of the scorpion, but as soon as it departs T kills the other 2 mech pilots and flies down to me >tells me he is going to rule the world with this power, but he will not kill me because I cannot pose a threat to him >get mad at him but cannot stand up because my good arm is being used to stop the bleeding Layer 144 >In a boat with my best friend fishing >he hooks a fish that is too big and is pulled into the water >see an approaching boat and try to save him by jumping in myself >swimming underwater over to him when the boat instead drives right above me >see him in the distance treading water far away >suddenly become much more bouyant and get pushed up towards the propeller >see a red mist in the water and wake up Layer 145 >It is new years eve >a rich girl invited me to an art party on an upper floor of a skyscraper with her friends >all of the people invited are women except for me >everyone is working on art projects there or showing what they have made >all are quite terrible but everybody but me is proud of them >I try my hand at sculpture and make a mask, with a creative design but shoddy craftsmanship >I am displeased with it so I hide it to the best of my abilities >spend the rest of the dream talking with the girls, some significant portion was dedicated to whether or not it was worth it to invest in the stock market right now >remember when New Years began fireworks went off outside which I watched Layer 146 >spending time with my best friend at a large store >we walk past various items and stop for a while at card packs >art resembles yugioh but the writing on the packs is in some bizarre pictographic language like Sanskrit >see that there are 2 options to buy packs, 3 for 3 of some currency that was not dollars, or 90 for 80 >remark how this is far too expensive and continue along >pass a mirror and notice that my hair is almost entirely white >stop and ask my friend if he noticed this >he says he didn't but it looks alright so I shouldn't worry Layer 147 >In a moist grassland, the sun is shining gently >it is early morning and I am alone >turn around behind me to see what is there >only a dark void >turn back around to try to orient myself >instead of the grassland now there is only a dark void >turn back around and see Lain in the distance, with an evil look in her eyes >try to back up but hit something >turn around and it is lain standing there >become very afraid >tell her "we love you", not sure why I said this in the moment, was very afraid >she takes my hand with a stern look >holds my palm out facing up >puts her mouth on my wrist and is like kicking dead whales down the beach out all my blood >see my arm withering at an incredibly fast pace >wake up in the middle of the night >>3712 That's a cool dream. It had a lot of events in it, it seems like your dreams often do. I wonder if you resume dreams between REM cycles or you have a frenetic pace within one REM cycle. It's funny how everyone kept trying to kill each other and then getting over it as soon as it stops happening. >>3713 That's really interesting. I wonder if not being drowned gave you the clarity within the dream to change your circumstances, like a lucid dream does. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the P.E. teacher was tall because the one you knew from real life was as well, I'm certain that happens all the times to all sorts of things in dreams. The experience must have been terrifying before you got out of it, but thankfully it ended quick. >>3714 Freaky dream. Monsters chasing are so uncomfortable to experience. A daruma doll with an axe is such a random creature to have terrorize you, at least the dream is very novel. Good job remembering the detail of the music. It's very interesting that it played in the middle of the dream. I don't understand why music appears in dreams the way it does. >>3715 Remembering something is the most important first step. I think with the exception of a few dreams most people here can't remember all the details to dreams, we're all working towards recalling as much as possible. Keep at it and don't be discouraged that it's hard. I don't know if you can get high in dreams, I would be interested to learn if anyone has ever emulated drugs by sleeping. I know people have weird dreams on drugs but thats different. >>3716 I like your dreams. In both of them, you almost seem like an observer who passes through interesting things. Good detail recall as well. >occasionally I see the beasts of the night, the manifestation of my fears in my life more synonymous with Astral projection. Yeah. I believe in supernatural phenomenon. I cannot say with certainty there are spirits within dreams, but there always seems to be an entity that is greatly different from myself in my most impactful dreams that is neither based on a memory from real life nor fiction, and those I believe must be something more than a figment of imagination that the mind spits out. It's fascinating either way, but you're right that they cannot hurt us in the domain of our own minds. >>3722 That's funny. Are you gonna do that in real life, or did you only like the idea in your dream? you can always use dreams as inspiration for real projects. >>3724 Yeah that's a cool dream, especially the 3rd part is very noteworthy. The appearance of the self in dreams being different is always strange. I wonder why you and everyone else was 13 but cannot suppose a good explanation. I'm sure Freud would have a field day but it's more nuanced. I find it interesting you have the power to control time more than once, I find there are maybe themes that we have linked to our dreams. For myself I know my power I always get is demonic strength in unarmed combat, so it's interesting I have your experience to compare my own to. I know a lot of people fly in their dreams as "their" power. I wonder if everyone has one that they default to. That is quite fascinating to me. Thanks for posting.

>>3733 >Are you gonna do that in real life, or did you only like the idea in your dream? I'm not sure yet. I did add it to my photography projects todo-list under the "maybe" category. I do think it's a neat idea and I'm probably not the first to think of it, but it still feels quite original. My biggest concern is that I currently wouldn't know where to put it, but that'll be a problem I can solve later. >you can always use dreams as inspiration for real projects. I think I actually already do that once or twice, but I can't recall what exactly it was.

>>3733 >Emulating drugs while dreaming For some reason I've been high on alot of the dreams I've had, it's of course more "dreamlike" but it surprisingly matched very well to my irl experiences. Its funny that it's a common thing in my dreams when I only do that stuff sparingly, maybe it left an impression on me

Today I had many dreams, but I only have scattered memories about what happened in each one of them >The first dream was about me visiting Italy, but I don't remember anything about it >Second dream >In my deceased grandma's house >There was an AI (he/she had a physical body) >Eventually one of its fingers fell off >For some reason it is made out of salt, but not like one crystal of salt but it was made out of table salt >Just throw it in the sink and it separates into a million salt crystals >In the background hear the AI talking to someone else >"Did you warn him to not just throw my finger and make it powder?" >"No ma'am" >*sighs* "Oh well, now we're going to have to take his finger off" >Get rightfully irritated >Have two roads: Just go full violent mode or argue rationally >For some reason chose the second option >His arguments were not making any sense, so I turned his chair away from the table he was sitting, took another chair and sit in front of him >He talked briefly, I responded briefly to every argument >While I was trying to be rational, he just didn't stop using fallacies and heuristics to justify why he wanted my finger off >Eventually it was pretty clear to everyone that he was being irrational and he just said "You want me to die- We can't coexist', which was pretty manipulative in hindsight, but I answered "we can coexist. You just don't want to." >Eventually everything sorted itself out >Apparently the AI was super sketchy >Second dream >It is definitely related to one of the dreams I will write in this post but I don't know which one, ionically enough it is probably not related to the second dream >There was another AI, but then we discovered that she was human at some point but had been turned into an AI, now she wants revenge >Third dream >Was in a place called Kings Laboratory, in London >Was conducting an experiment, but in the corridor because the rooms were unavailable >The head of the place (That was also a scientist) calls me into a big laboratory/research room, some other scientists were in that room too >Tells me that he's sorry that there are no rooms available to me >Am uninterested, just answer in a monotonous voice "yeah, I expected it" >He asks why >Say that yesterday there was a terrorist attack, one of the targets was the laboratory, give a few reasons and conclude saying that even if the thing he used as a justification did not happen, they would still not let me in for security reasons >He smiles, I go away, in the background hear he saying to his assistant that they should keep an eye on me, and when I get out of college (Even though I am in uni IRL, which might imply that in the dream I was younger than I actually am) they should immediately hire me >Am indifferent to this >Fourth dream >Remember being in a place that wasn't China but looked like a more futuristic China >All buildings had second-floor sidewalks in the air >Have no idea how you get to one of them, but I am currently in one of them so I don't want to get down >Remember a small competition I had with some rando because he was being rude, so even if he was in a hurry I decided to have fun >In the end he falls from the second-floor sidewalk, laugh at him >remember visiting a theater and watching it from the second-floor sidewalk (which was kind of a privileged place in this case because I didn't have to pay for a ticket and I was watching it from above) >Then remember going to a "train" but it was very futuristic >This created a heavy contrast between the buildings that used a mixture of renaissance and old chinese architectures >It was raining, it was relatively cold but it was very cozy > I was in a "second train" that had nobody in it and it had an old style but still futuristic >My mother, that was in the first train, tells me to go to the first train >A woman offers a place in her side to sit >Instead sit besides an uncle, who did seem a little annoyed, so I excuse myself >Dream ends My dreams were overall slightly distressing, but that last one was pretty cozy and I was somewhat happy. Also for some reason science was a big theme in all of my dreams today, but I can't think of anything that might have caused that.

Layer 148 >in the former soviet union >go into a massive factory with a soviet star on it >being led inside by an Eastern European woman >inside is a massive cookie factory, the guide asks me to pick some dough >do this and it begins down the manufacturing line >go up to a lounge area overlooking the factory, opt not to watch the factory through the windows >many other people are there, some westerners >the room is a sea green color with red lounging benches >relax there and overhear the other people talking Layer 149 >in town, it is raining heavily >see a newspaper and pick it up to read >flip to the events category and look at all the events, remember to myself they are going to be cancelled because of current events >walk down the street to a man's house >he offers to pay me to move his piano >reluctantly agree >he has me tie the piano to myself and drag it >do this for a short time until i get to a body of water >he ties a buoy to my other arm and tells me to swim across >the piano and buoy keep pulling at me, bobbing me up to the surface for a moment and then back down >feel incredibly uncomfortable and scared Layer 150 >sitting on a comfortable train, drinking a cup of coffee >there are 2 long rows of seats on either sides of the car, and windows poking out >it is raining (it rains in my dreams quite often, i wonder why this is) >old man with a prickly white beard sitting opposite me, besides that the car is empty >he asks me what I am drinking >look in the cup in my hands and see coffee >he asks me how much of that coffee I drink a day >tell him 5 cups and he looks shocked and tells me that's quite a lot >say it's perfectly alright because it doesn't effect me as much as it does other people >he agrees and we talk about other things (which i cannot recall) >>3734 >I think I actually already do that once or twice, but I can't recall what exactly it was. Same. Dreams are a really good way to brainstorm. You don't need to do that project if you don't want to, I just got the impression you were pleased with it so thought you might. >>3738 That's interesting, all I can really relate to in that department is the taste of alcohol and coffee being the same in dreams as real life. I think it's impressive you can do it, however. It certainly would save a lot of money if that counts as getting high. >>3740 It's cool you have a lot of ai in your dreams. I'm not sure why your dreams were all science related, but I think it's really cool. The ais in your dreams are not very rational lol. I was reading about Newcomb's paradox yesterday and it was funny to me how few people trusted the better judgement of a totally accurate computer. Like the one in your dream, people don't give the cognition of ai enough credit in my opinion. Your dreams seemed really nice, especially the last. I hope you liked them.

>in my apartment >scattered across the floor are several shallow, tidal pool-like craters filled with sea water (I live nowhere near the ocean) >water in craters is green due to all the seaweed growing at the bottom >one crater is located directly beneath a door which forces me to wade through water to get to another room >have a carton of seafood leftovers in the fridge, the small fried octopuses inside are suddenly restored back to living specimens >pull out my fishing rod, hook a live octopus as bait and cast the line into one of the craters >there are fish in the holes, but they're too small to catch with a hook >suddenly an earthquake, TV anchor says it's the end of the world >tell my mom I'm leaving to go fishing outside as the ground shakes uncontrollably >take my carton of live octopuses and fishing rod, leave the building and see that my home is now surrounded by tall mountains which weren't there before That dream was several days ago but it gave me such an uncharacteristically comfy and relaxed feeling that when I woke up I took time to reflect on it, allowing me to store it in my memories better than most other dreams.

The other night I dreamed (hallucinated?) that there was a demonic presence in my room. It was almost 3 AM when I went to bed and I could feel my grip on reality slipping. I never saw the demon. I don't think it was corporeal in any way, I just felt that it was in the room. I felt it try to enter my body. I told it to go away, and it tried to entice me with sexual pleasure but I wasn't interested. Finally it seemed to leave and I woke up refreshed the next morning.

>Somewhere in Staten Island, on top one of the larger hills of the island >I have a AR-10 in my right hand (A proper battle rifle, unlike my other dreams) and I hear gunfire in the distance >I head over to see the fighting, it was between a rioting mass of people and the police on the street >I don't intervene and instead chill in a nearby cave, watching the battle unfold >I found myself operating in the marshlands, knee deep in water >I find some weapons in a seaside home, mostly just handguns >I give one of the handguns to my father, who was nearby at the time >I don't remember shooting anyone in the dream, just kind of hung around while war was happening, unusually comfy. My dreams recently have been centering around New York City. I think it's just a calling to revisit some friends over there, but the coof is making that impossible at the moment. Second dream >I'm resting in my grandparents guest bedroom >I see two people enter the bedroom, one of them is wearing something over their head, while the older one is approaching me >I remember him to be a friend of mine, but whenever I would reply to him to cut out his prank he would keep walking towards me with a scalpel in his hand >It was if he were deaf, I grabbed my rifle and point it at him, telling him to back off >He screams something incomprehensible at me and continues walking at me unfazed, I fire a shot at his neck >I see him wretch down with pain on his face as the bullet embedded in his jugular I see him slowly collapse to the ground, oddly there was no blood >My family and extended family come into the guest room, seeing the corpse of my friend on the ground and me with my rifle in my hand back into a corner, I begin to rationalize my action, stating that I was merely dreaming, saying that he didn't heed my warning, among other things a grieving man would say after killing a good friend of his >My family begins to chastise me for shooting my friend, I see my aunt causally pick up the spent round and scalpel on the ground. >They're withholding evidence, they drive me down to the police station and I am put in jail, then prison >The prison is interesting, there is a pool and is in the middle of town >I'm waiting in line for food, suddenly I see one of the inmates with a revolver, no one says anything about it as he slowly walks towards me >I see him as an assassin, I ran away outside. The entire courtyard near the pool erupts in chaos as many other inmates start pulling out revolvers >I incapacitate my assassin, take his revolver and jump the fence, a police officer says outside I will comply with him if I drop my revolver over the fence >I do so and he puts me in restrains >I'm now sitting outside the prison, the officer soon ran away and another group of inmates is standing by as well >They come up to me and free me from my restraints >There were no police officers nearby, so they decide to book it >Found myself in a car full of people, we are racing down the road fast >In the next moment I found myself walking down a sidewalk all alone >I'm in my old neighborhood as my surroundings change, I go over to a corner store and think what to order, I see a picture of my childhood self in a "Naruto-phase" which never even happened in reality >I walked down to the bakery, the mob had reserved the place for breakfast, and all the Italian mobsters and mafioso's were eating bagels Third dream >I am in an office aboard some spaceship, I am talking to the captain of the ship, and presumably a high ranking general of the USA >We are conducting military war-games in space, but as the practice continues I began to fear that this was a front for an actual attack >We launch a gas attack over Russia, dropping heavy payloads of gas bombs from orbit >I remember the captain telling me we would be revered and remembered all throughout history >I am extremely sickened by our actions >An orbital refueler docked to the bottom of our ship, it reminded me of a reverse space shuttle fuel tank >We renter atmosphere and see a nuclear standoff is occurring >Nuclear annihilation was bound to happen at any moment, I went to a bar nearby one of the major standoff points between American and Russian troops >I meet a goth girl and we soon began hitting it off as we awaited off world evacuation from the bar >I have a recollection of Lain being within the dream, but I remember her presence being marked throughout the dream by a 1-10 scale on a screen, 10 being the strongest presence >whenever I looked at my phone I saw a screen that read "Lain (0) or Lain (1)" >I don't remember the number ever exceeding 2 >DEFCON 0, nukes incoming >Most of the bar piles into a rocket, my goth friend by my side >We launch off into space, one guy get left behind >Witnessing nuclear warfare from orbit was quite disturbing >>3733 >You almost seem like an observer who passes though interesting things I have cultivated an unusual form of lucid dreaming over the past year. One where I am tipping on the edge of lucidity at every moment, but instead of taking full control I let my subconscious do most of the work of the dream. This allows me to compromise, I experience extremely vivid dreams, while also discovering what dwells deep within my subconsciousness, a main reason I find myself documenting my dreams both on here and elsewhere I know it might sound like cheating my mind, but there is regulation to it. My lain encounter in my last dream being an example, even in the dream I felt like I was trying to bring about an encounter, but it never truly manifested as I knew what I was happening >>3746 Very surreal, I have seen high mountains form before me in dreams before. A changing environment like that specially in your situation could be relating to change in your life, but I do not wish to intrude, just a thought.

I constantly have dreams within dreams. Where something bad happens and I panic, then "wake up" and realize that it doesn't matter because it was just a dream, rarely realizing that I'm still dreaming. I just had a dream where I was living with my siblings in a mansion in some medieval looking gated community and I went to the train station only to realize that I had forgotten something and had to speedrun back to my house to get it. Also somewhere along the way I became a thief. As soon as the dream was over I decided to post about it on /zzz/ but I didn't realize I was still dreaming at that point. >>3745 >Dreams are a really good way to brainstorm It just feels like "free" ideas, it's the same effort as watching some "cool project ideas" video or whatever, except it's still your own idea. And yeah as I said, I already considered doing the project before posting here.

I rarely recall full dreams, but since I started lurking /zzz/ I often manage to keep some fragments of them. >Fragment 1 I'm scuba diving down a river with some friends and family (we do scuba irl) and my dad is fighting a shark at the bottom of the river. >Fragment 2 I'm part of an underground resistance movement out to topple the government but someone snitches and we get set up. It ends with us being engaged in "trench" warfare in ditches on opposite sides of a road. Also a funny quote from that dream, someone said: Well if this whole resistance deal doesn't work out, we could always just topple the government by voting. >Fragment 3 I'm standing at a railway and am suddenly approached by a french and russian soldier. I speak some french and fluid russian, but I don't want them to know. It turns out, that I have traveled into the near-ish future, where my country is occupied by france and Russia and it's a weird mix of cyberpunk and eastern germany, of all things. Like it's clearly the future, but it's kind of like the renaissance was jerking off the romans, except everyone dresses and talks like in east berlin. I meat some new friends who are happy to show me around and we spend a nice evening around bars and discos (discos not clubs the one guy made it very clear that they call them discos) >Fragment 4 I'm at the University's Canteen (even though it has the layout of a supermarket I know) and for some reason the process of buying food is extremely Kafkaesque. Dishes are arranged in a way where I have to walk a large distance to get everything I want. There is only on cashier so everyone has to wait way too long. Before I can pay I need to identify myself and realize I can't find my driver's license or ID. Also the cashier wants me to recite my CV, before finally saying "this was all just a joke, I wanted to get a reaction out of you" and I wake up. The cool thing is, that thinking about it, I know where most of these aspects come from. I was on the phone with my dad yesterday and he told me how took boat driving courses on the local river. I've also watched some videos of Doorkickers 2 and read the part of All Quiet in the Western Front where they get to fight for the first time in the book. So that's where the second dream comes from . The third is because I've been watching some documentary on Easter germany recently and also watched a Cyberpunk 2077 trailer yesterday z so that's where all the dystopia in Dream 3 is from. No clue about the last one though, maybe just the general stress of the last couple of days.

I don't remember enough to do it justice but this was one of the more unnerving dreams I've had in some time. I'm also the anon with the Daruma doll dream. >hanging around some scientific facility in the forest with a group of "friends" (they weren't people who exist IRL) >a kaiju emerges from the dense tree line, it looks a skyscraper sized humanoid robot with limbs made of steal beams (like a crane) >it picks up one of my "friends" and rips him in half with its teeth >the group scatters in different directions >I escape to the city somehow >It looks very "cyberpunk-y" almost like it's a caricature, instead of regular buildings you have giant trapezoid prisms with the surface texture of a computer chip >another kaiju emerges south of town and begins annihilating infrastructure >instead of a robot now it's some strange amalgamation of a giant bipedal insect and the sludge creature Hedorah from an old Godzilla film (pic related) >at sunset everyone in the city is either dead or evacuated, giving this extremely eerie ghost town feeling >I'm still desperately searching for somewhere to hide, eventually stuff myself into a small closet-sized room with no windows >my only choice now is to hope that the monster leaves to attack another city before I starve to death >after a long time 2 government mechs land on the other side of town to confront the monster >I hear the fight getting closer, panic that the building I'm hiding in may be destroyed >get out and look for another hiding spot under extreme duress, end up just lying on the floor covering myself in a tarp >the mechs are unsurprisingly defeated and now I'm really afraid that I'm about to die >scenario resets itself >back in the city but this time everything looks more "normal", buildings are made of glass and concrete like I'm used to, people walking the street >know that something bad is about to happen, don't know how to warn people and basically just start running frantically >another creature predictably emerges, but this time it's almost human sized and looks even more like a scaled-down Hedorah >shaped like a flying disk, it rips through the foundation of buildings with super speed thereby destroying any potential place to hide >people have no choice but to run, it's total anarchy >suddenly it morphs into a more terrestrial form >one by one, dozens of fleeing people are killed as it throws globs of toxic sludge which leave their corpses looking like charred burn victims >some jump into the river but are easily chased down >another group basically enters shock as they stand against a wall while the creature kills them horribly them with its sludge >wake up

Layer 151 >in a massive downtown city block >skyscrapers at least 100 stories tall climb up on both sides, only see a narrow strip of sky >the road is filled with fancy sports cars but the sidewalks are nearly empty >the ground floor of every building has glass windows with things for sale behind it >wandering through and just looking at all the strange things for sale since I have no money >see weird things like monkey paws and rebar for sale in the windows >go to a section that is comprised entirely of foxes >next to a plushie of the starfox fox there is a real arctic fox trapped in the glass >he's clearly not supposed to be there so I help him escape and he climbs onto my shoulder and hangs around my neck Layer 152 >check a youtube video I made (made this video the day before in real life) >gets disliked tons of times and all the comments are harassment and saying what a terrible person I am >feel really sad and close out of the browser and lay in bed Layer 153 >had a teacher in a classroom teaching me how to build robots >incredibly hard class only for talented students >I am one of the worst performing students in this class >professor keeps yelling at me because my homework for a robot design has a flaw and makes me do it again over and over again >tells me my robot will never be the best if I am lazy >can tell that he actually cares about my success but does it by bordering on cruelty to push me >eventually other students begin falling behind my understanding Layer 154 >about to go on a road trip with family >already ready and waiting for everyone else to leave >they take forever and I wonder if someone got lost >search for my grandfather and he had simply forgotten we were about to leave and apologizes profusely >we leave and some dream is spent driving until it ends Layer 155 >pretty bad nightmare >locked in a chamber of interconnected slabs of marble >dozens of other people pinned in the slabs along with skeletons >people are screaming and wailing in pain around me, they tried to escape and the slabs shifted >there are stone gears on the walls and floor that turn and suck people's limbs in to trap them >cubic stones also go up and down like a vice and crush people inside >rotten bodies with green flesh all over >even the roof is made of these alabaster blocks >don't see a way out, and don't immediately try to escape so I will not get pinned in the complex machinery >have no idea what I can do and feel very scared >>3746 I like that dream. I think its really nice. I always felt really bad using octopuses as bait, because you can tell they're smarter than other fish. I don't think I ever will again because of that, they are just totally more sentient than squid are. Doesn't have much to do with your dream, just a random thought. I think your dream would make perfect sense to me if not for the part where the world was going to end. Not sure what to make of that moment. I totally get what you mean about iconic feelings being attached to dreams making them easier to remember. I wonder how polluted by survivor bias the dreams in here are. >>3748 Might have been a sleep paralysis or a hypnagogic hallucination. Stuff like that is very common, and often as scary as a bad nightmare. Sorry about that, but I'm glad you got a great night of sleep after. >>3749 Those sound like incredibly violent dreams, sorry if they disturbed you too much. The second and third ones especially, since they didn't have a relaxing aura for you. It sounds like in the second dream you had a chance to be lucid when you realized it was a dream, but didn't take it. Killing your friend and innocent people is insanely disturbing. I'm just wondering, but do you have regular feelings of guilt in your life? It seems like a common denominator for the bad dreams. Not making a statement about your character just trying my hand at an interpretation. >One where I am tipping on the edge of lucidity at every moment, but instead of taking full control I let my subconscious do most of the work of the dream. I do this too. If I let my dream go entirely lucid I trap myself in a loop where I'm doing the same thing. It's like a meditative process almost. I think there needs to be some enhanced awareness during our dreams to recall them, so perhaps many people here do it without noticing. But I sometimes do realize, "this is not logical, it must be a dream" then discard the idea because I don't want to spoil the dream by having it crash around me. >>3750 That's interesting, it's super rare to have happen to me these days but I recall how bizarre that feels. I hope it wasn't annoying for you to experience. I wonder if your brain just associated running away really fast with being a thief or something. Sometimes what changes during a dream is a strange chain of association. >>3762 > Well if this whole resistance deal doesn't work out, we could always just topple the government by voting Lol, that's like a punchline for a comedy movie. I can imagine how funny that was in the situation and it's even funny by proxy. Your dreams sound nice. I really lik being able to link them to things. Usually there is at least some logical partial connection, and I notice I will dream of something if I spend most of my days doing it. It's really autistic but I remember practicing leveling alts in world of warcraft in my dreams when I was hardcore. It sounds like all your dreams were pretty interesting. I would even argue you have enough detail that they aren't fragments. Just because time doesn't apply to them normally and you can't recall their beginning or end doesn't make them an incomplete experience. I'd say you did a really good job recalling. >>3764 That is a horrible dream. Sorry you had to be a witness to all that slaughter. Hope it didn't ruin your day to recollect. The feeling of helplessness you get in dreams like that is sickening. Hopefully you experience something more pleasant soon.

Dreamt that I was attending an imaginary university. It had bits and bobs of places i knew, but the sum was fiction. Perhaps its an indication that I'm not content with where I am now.

I was with a couple friends in some computing-themed shopping mall where every store was named after a program, language, etc. But most of my time was spent trying to find my friends and my phone, so I didn't spend much time learning about the place. The only two stores I remember were a bookstore named after Python and a place named after Emacs... which for some reason was a vegan grocery store. And Stallman was working there.

I just opened up my dream journal in vim and realized I accidentally deleted many of my old dreams at some point! This is a sad day, but I remember one I think people here will appreciate: >be me >at a party with a friend who's a programmer and way better than me at it >find John Carmack at the party on his laptop working on something >I ditch my friend and leave the party with Carmack who offers me a tour of id >We ride in his sports car back to id software >I get separated from him after we make it through security >Wandering up a stairway I find myself on an indoor asphalt road with office-like tile ceiling Another one: >wake up in my bed and float up to the ceiling >open my window and fly outside >look up at the sky: dark clouds the east, sun in the west >get sucked up into the dark clouds >words form in front of me >only those with morals may serve the cloud, maybe one day you will be able to >expelled from the cloud, a giant yellow triangle forms between me in the cloud >derezzed from my own dream for not being a moraluser >feels bad man

Layer 156 >go outside >there is a massive sphere made of flesh and blood in the sky >it turns the air black and has a massive gaping mouth with flat teeth made for crunching >it possesses no eyes or human characteristics besides its mouth >it approaches the world slowly, but surely >it is going to eat the world, and everybody is helpless to stop it >people prepare for death or try to flee >I talk to my mother and tell her that it looks like there is no way to stop it >she agrees and watches it for some time with me Layer 157 >recurring dream happened 3 nights in a row >all alone >a vampire chases me and grabs me >cuts my neck, never see if by its teeth or some other mechanism >break free and run away >the blood pours out quickly, and begin to lose the strength to stand up as I run >run out of energy and fall over, the sensation of hitting the ground never comes which makes me wake up >have a hard time falling back asleep and the moment I wake up still feel like I was bleeding I was waiting for nicer dreams to recall but these nightmares and the fact that the second was recurring is hopefully sufficient. >>3781 Yeah, certainly could be. Especially if you got that impression from it. Dreams taking place somewhere realistic but not familiar might be a sign you're craving a change in surroundings. >>3782 That's a funny dream. A lot of dreams do feel like you spend a huge chunk of the time looking for something and wandering around. I wonder how much time truly passes as we do this. I have no idea honestly, but almost certainly time in dreams is not one to one with reality. >>3783 Those are interesting dreams, especially the second. I wonder if that dream was special. I wonder why dark clouds would be the moral ones and not the sun on the other side of the sky. Is there something inherently good about them? Maybe I'm thinking too far into it. Sorry that in your dream you were not appraised as a moral person, don't let it bum you out much.

I don't remember my dream very well as always, but here's what I remember: >First dream >Was in a spaceship >Spaceship breaks >I suggest to my friend that was with me to search for an abandoned space station >Find it immediately after >Jump on it while it was moving >Enter it >It wasn't abandoned >Luckily the person that was inside was quite generous >That person was almost not human anymore, his entire body was connected to the spaceship via hundreds upon hundreds of cables >Eventually we stop to get supplements >He disappears, for some reason we had to get on the spaceship quickly >My friend insists that we need get to the spaceship, eventually convince him that we have to search for him >We find him, but he was in the body of a monkey >He said we didn't have to worry because he would be teleported automatically into the spaceship once we departed, but he was very moved that I put that much effort into searching for him and not abandoning him >Second dream >Remember almost nothing >Except for the fact that we had to take care of abnormalities, beings that broke the laws of physics and logic >Only remember the last abnormality, it looked kinda like a ghost of an old woman that kidnapped people for some reason >Apparently she showed affection towards a man that frequently stayed in the garden she was in

Layer 158 >in a massive arena >everybody is cheering for me >don't really know where I am and feel scared >people calling me their emperor take me to the center >inform me I have become too old and my body will expire >to prevent this they selected the healthiest and strongest man in the empire to switch my mind with >the process will kill the other person, but they claim because I am the emperor it is my right >I don't want to do it, but feel fearful of dying >refuse them and tell the other man to take my place as emperor Dream held a strange and special connotation to it. It felt very important which is why I want to post it alone. >>3791 Those are interesting dreams. The character you met in the first dream sounds interesting. Reminded me of picrel. I wonder why they had a body of a monkey in the latter half, such a strange thing but fascinating. The second dream sounds nice as well, paranormal creatures in dreams always behave in funny ways that are cool.>>3791

And now time for nightmares >On a boat, a strange mix between a world war 2 destroyer and an age of sail pirate sloop >I am sailing around the canary islands >Decide to head home and cross the Atlantic ocean >I forget the keys to my ship on the islands, and now I have to rowboat across the Atlantic ocean to get them >I am packing for the trip, I have three massive slabs of raw meat and I'm asking my mother if I should dry, salt, or smoke the meat >She doesn't give a consistence answer, the dream continues on in a different setting >I'm at my grandparents house, in the yard with everyone else in my family, my brother, uncle, and I decide to play a game >One person is the monster, the two other people have to survive for about two minutes, I have a foam dart shotgun >We play around for awhile, when it was my uncles turn to be the monster he began to morph into an actual beast, I didn't really mind it though or bat an eye >I fire a few darts at my uncle, one of the darts miss, when I opened the breach of the gun, actual 12 gauge shells ejected from it >I look up, my brother was hit by a stray buckshot pellet in the nose and he was badly bruised, he wasn't bleeding or suffered any horrible bullet wound, I apologized to him and set off The dream drifted off to familiar surroundings, the nightmare begins here >I am in my living room with my family >I look out the sliding glass door of my back porch, it's night time and the full moon is out rising in the east >I look northeast, and see a second full moon rising >I look at both moons at the same time, almost crossing my eyes to see them >I am filled with a horrible dread and debilitating fear upon looking at the moon, an all too familiar feeling in these types of dreams. >I wrench back from the window, trying not to focus on the moons, I began to pant and ask my brother if there's anything wrong going on outside >He gives me a shallow non-answer as I begin to peer out the window again >In the sky I see in the northwest a rapidly east setting sun that eclipses the second moon, a solar eclipse began in the middle of the night, the first moon moving over to stand parallel to the eclipsed sun >I am filled with overwhelming terror, my head drops and I fall to me knees. I am paralyzed with fear, and tried my hardest to retain control of my body >My family is looking at me, I hear a passing remark from my mother saying that I might be faking it >I look down at my hands and manage to retake control of my body and I begin to scream and run out of the house >I reach an intersection in the street, next to a highway, there is no one on the roads and the highway is completely empty, I hear a PA announcement stating that the roads are closed and everyone should go home >At this moment I realize I am dreaming, I attempt to take control of the dream >Screams begin to erupt around me as I struggle to take control, if feels like there is a massive weight on top of my crushing me down, on top of the terror >I give up on trying to salvage this dream and just wake up Dream 2 >Find myself in my house >I'm wandering around with nothing really to do >There is talk about moving out of the house and going elsewhere, but in retrospect it felt more like an eviction >wandering around without any real purpose >See some sights around town, nothing too interesting >I'm walking down one of the streets in town, I see someone waving over to me in a car >I walk over to the car and see 3 folks inside, one of them was a close friend of mine >I enter the right-rear passenger seat of the car and begin talking to my friend in the front seat >We drive around for a little while, not driving anywhere in particular, just talking >I had a small discussion with the driver and my friend about communities and in-groups (Which I was actually talking about with another friend just the other day) >Cant exactly remember the exact details of conversation >The driver speaks up, says something along the lines of "It doesn't matter anyways, your kids are going to be normal users anyways, why even try." >I look closely at the driver of the car, trying to see who it is >God damn it the driver is Lain >I leave the car eventually and find myself all alone in a warehouse by the Oceanside >I am being stalked by something, as I focus on it I feel the terror building in my mind >try to rationalize it, trying to halt the building nightmare >the stalking presence showed itself, I force my mind to anthropomorphize the presence, it showed itself as Lain, I had seen what was haunting me! >Immediately the terror subsides completely and a wave of euphoria fills my mind. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was like turning on the metaphorical lights of a dark room >The dream continued on, and nothing that I could remember or that substantial happened I've haven't talked to many people about it, but the debilitating fear and terror I experience in dreams is odd. With the few people I talked to about nightmares and what they feel in them, they have not felt or heard of anything similar to my experiences. Surely everyone doesn't have their fight-or-flight reflex triggered violently in the kinds of situations I've been experiencing? Any other Lainons experience this sensation of paralyzing fear and terror in seemingly innocuous situations in their dreams? >>3771 >...but do you have regular feelings of guilt in your life? It seems like a common denominator for the bad dreams. If feelings of guilt are manifesting in my dreams then I don't know where its coming from. More often than not do I feel embarrassment and regret in reflection of my life actions, perhaps guilt is woven in there. >>3783 That second dream, really esoteric to say the least. The suns position in the west implies that it would be setting. Juxtaposing twice over, the clouds claim the moral high ground while the sun is setting, this sounds important, placement and perspective are very important when no words are spoken. If I had that dream, I would call it a warning of false ideology or ideologues, that is how I personally would see it as, might be different or completely off to you.

Today I dreamed that I was near a pool with some people I used to know back in high school. One of them found the love of his life, but because of that and the fact that he was an alien(?), the world would evetually end (and although that was implicit some parts of the world would survive, otherwise I wouldn't have tried to survive) so I started travelling and I became a traveler like Kino (since there was a "radius of death" that slowly but surely kept expanding). I remember also that there was a store that you could find in every city that would wash your clothes for 500 yen (which is strange since I am not Japanese, I wonder where that came from). I always left clothes washing there, even if I would go to another city in five minutes sometimes, because my philosophy was: well, someone might need it, so might as well. I also would ask someone else for the 500 yen coin and never pay for it myself (probably because I was broke, but I'm not sure). I also remember that in one city I helped the sons of a noble family that were caught in the schemes of the Royal family. There were some more cities I visited but I don't remeber it that well.

Layer 159 >in a large city >forget how but end up on a large blimp >see a huge army led by the joker come on big bomber planes >when the bombs land they twist the things around them and defile them >people turn into horrific looking and violent monsters and the buildings and plants grow in bad directions >everything turns a chemical green color >get a chance to undo what has happened, get told by a voice in the clouds that I need to save batman from getting hurt by the joker >the joker follows batman in the batmobile, both have their comic book cars >the joker waits for the road to reach a spot where it is pure mud, and rear ends batman making his car spin >batman spins off into the distance and I run after it to try to help him >get batman out of the car and he survives barely suddenly the dream snaps into a 3rd person perspective, and is borderline another dream entirely >obviously powerful demon with a human form in a cold, metallic base >they are alone in the base, besides another male demon who is standing upright and is unresponsive >the conscious demon tells the unconscious one that he will fix this soon and that they love them, and looks at two relics placed as the centerpiece of the room >one is a giant glowing machine (looked similar to a Fel Reaver in Warcraft) >the other was a clay golem with a terrifying face Layer 160 >in a bleak looking, rural place >similar to eastern europe in the early fall >travel there with a group of people from my elementary school, there is something we are going there for but I don't know what it is >need to make a soup for a school project, super worried because I don't know how I will prepare it >it is supposed to be a group project but I am getting no help from anyone in my group >end up making it myself >woke up in the middle of the night and was really worried that I hadn't finished the soup before I woke up, which made it really hard to sleep again >I fall back asleep >make the soup and people like it, my best friend's dad says he loves it >everyone gets on a bus and leaves, but I forget to board it before it leaves >everyone else leaves and I'm all alone >go to the center of the town, realize I need food because nobody else is here anymore >go to a market, but when I look for food the owner informs me that all the food is poisoned and I need to buy a chemical that neutralizes the poison to not get killed when I eat it >they claim it is to prevent Chinese people from stealing it when they come there >I say that doesn't make any sense to do that and they chase me around the store with a knife and meat cleaver trying to kill me >2 store employees take pity on me and intervene >hand me food that isn't poisoned and help me escape >when I go outside I see people that had eaten the chemical to make the food not poisonous >they are acting oddly and their skin has turned gray, but otherwise they are normal people >they start to chase me and rip off their own flesh as they get closer >the entire town starts to burn, and I am running from the people without much trouble >they began very fast, but as they mutilate themselves they get slower and slower to chase me >some rip off their own limbs and rip their faces off or break their bones >run into the sewer system and down a long spiral staircase to a very deep underground tunnel >dream switches perspective from me to a middle aged man who was visiting the town >he wakes up, and now it is nighttime when before it was day >he hears banging on his door and sees the fire, and upon opening the door sees the mutilated people >his only choice is to jump out of the window to escape >he breaks one of his legs and cannot outpace them >they get ahold of him and rip his body into pieces, leaving each piece strung across the place >I feel pain during this part of the dream, and the perspective switches back to me >standing a mile out of the town, my back is to the ocean as I watch the town burn >a reporter comes up to me on a boat, and asks me what happened >wake up >>3794 I think it's actually pretty common to be terrified over inexplicable stuff. I was talking about dreams with my mom and she said she gets terrified often because she has a dream where she missed a course for her college degree and it is nullified. It's really bizarre what sets us off and what doesn't in dreams, out of all the dreams I wrote in this post the scariest part was not having the soup ready for the deadline. >More often than not do I feel embarrassment and regret in reflection of my life actions, perhaps guilt is woven in there. Maybe maybe not. I was just curious. I know some people feel guilt more strongly and often than others, so I was just curious if your dreams were a manifestation of that. It's by no means an objective assessment. >>3797 That concept of an expanding radius of death is freaky, but at least it sounds like it never caught up to you in the dream. Regarding the yen, who really knows? Most people on this site have seen enough anime that japanese culture stuff will pop up in the brain for no good reason. The dream you had has a bunch of little stories within it, which i think is really cool. It's so hard to remember each minute one though, which is a real shame. I wonder what else happened but memories are such fickle things

I had a dream today, but I can remember almost nothing. >I was in a modern city by the sea >Really nice city, want to move there >Discover some old apartments that were really close to the sea, they had a really low price but the people living there hadn't moved out for years and nobody planned to sell their apartments >The newer apartment complexes were too expensive, the hotels were also quite expensive. >After some time enter a Persian-style palace, however there were many glass windows and mirrors >Every reflective surface was a portal to another timeline or alternate reality >At some point I start testing how opaque something needs to be so that it cannot be used as a portal anymore, notice that the more opaque something is the more difficult it is using it as a portal >Imagine that the portal is just a liquid surface, the viscosity of the liquid would be directly proportional to its opacity >There was some sort of conflict happening between two people I know IRL (though I don't remember who they were), I was neutral in this conflict and just did whatever I felt like, eventually the portals closed >After the conflict is over because the portals are closed there was almost nobody in that palace, I remember that in the room I was there was just me and someone else that probably doesn't exist IRL >I somehow managed to find a reflective surface that was still a portal, the other guy finds that interesting I don't remember what happened after that, but the dream was almost ending, so not much. I also remembered a nightmare I had a long time ago, and I noticed that apparently festive events becoming horror shows is a theme that has appeared more than once in my dreams/nightmares (I only consider something a nightmare if I am killed). That dream goes something like this: >There was a party going on at my grandma's house, don't know what was being celebrated >Then the person for which this party was being celebrated comes with a friend, both with a cup of beer in their hands, the friend starts a speech an reveals that the friend is not human (it looked like it was common in that dream) >He also reveals that, at any moment, this guy would turn into a murderous creature >When he says that distinctly remember thinking what the fuaark is wrong with them, doing something as dangerous as this >Also immediately notice that soykaf is going to hit the fan very soon, I am slightly shocked that nobody started running yet >Since I started running first I had a slight advantage (though it was a very small advantage, since not even a second passed and he transformed) >When the guy transforms there were screams everywhere and everybody tried to run, obviously >Manage to get out of the house (something that was really rare, if my dream happened inside a closed space generally I would not leave into an open space for some reason) >In the streets it was really quiet, nobody managed to get out of the house (even if everything was really quiet I somehow knew that inside the house was still chaotic, I just couldn't hear) >Glance at the house for a moment, then start running down the street since who knows if/when that monster would get out of the house Also I was a little bit tense after I got out of the house obviously, but that last part made me feel a lot calmer, the ambient had a more serene atmosphere.

Man, what did I just wake up from. There was some stuff before this but the first thing I consistently remember was watching some friends win a chess tournament in what looks like my old school. The opponents pieces are all puzzle pieces of countries for some reason. They win by turning all their pieces into rooks because "now we can access every field at any time". Suddenly it turns I'm one of the players who just won (throughout the dream I phase in and out of being the guy and watching him from a distance it's strange) and my friend who played with me is... Barack Obama. We do some taunting victory celebration thing and suddenly Obama falls unconscious, I first think it's just a bit, but it isn't. I run up to him and it turns out his wife texted him, that his first child was just born and he lost conciseness from being happy and anxious about it. (she also said that she was able to go through childbirth all on her own with no problems, except being a little exhausted, because of modern medicine) Either way this puts him in a weakened state and I have to get him home asap. At this point it turns out the whole school is populated by ponies or furries or some soykaf who all have their (deviantart looking) tits out for some reason (At this point I want to make it very clear that I'm not into that type of soykaf and haven't watched porn in a while, so my only explanation is that this comes from a mix of downloading a bunch of art references yesterday, which are just a lot of naked people doing poses, for those who don't know, and while browsing a homescreen or desktop thread on 4chans wallpaper board I saw some Ecchi Anime chicks, but I digress) Anyway at some point I explicitly remember that to get him out of the weakened state I need to let him wash his hands, so I lead him to the men's bathroom, but because there is no more room for me, I have to wait in the women's bathroom for him and just sort of watch him through the door (it made sense in the dream world). Everyone's kinda upset about this and we all seem to know each other, though none of the people (or animals rather) there seemed to be people I know irl, it was just a general feeling of being aquatinted. It wasn't a very hostile upset either, more a "not this soykaf again" From here we more or less smash cut to his house (I believe there was a driving a car part, but that's really hazy), establishing the scene: Obama's wife turns out to be the very kind cat/dog lady that lives next door to my parents place irl, though she looks like Ripley from Alien (she kinda has a similar haircut irl, but is much older). Their house is some semi abandoned old village house. It's a fake building in a real location in the town I grew up in. The objective has also changed, since Obama is already home I need to bring their house cat to them for some reason (It is actually my family's cat irl, but in the dream's lore it was actually their cat before we got it). So I'm in my dad's car (I don't own a car irl, so it's the only car I've ever driven), the cat is in the back, I park on some patch of gravel in front of the house, a bus rolls by (the real location is right next to a bus stop) and I have to turn around to shield myself from some gravel kicked up by its wheels, my brother calls and makes a joke about the gravel reminding him of family trips (it made more sense in the dream but I think the connection was something along the lines of: the campsites we often went to irl have gravel parking lots), I can see Ripley in a lot window, she's happy with her newborn daughter. I open the trunk and want to get the cat, because I'm afraid she'll do stupid cat stuff and just runs off, bit she is very violent and scratches and bites whenever I touch her. So I talk to her and tell her she needs to get out, which she does. Since she used to live here she actually doesn't run off, she knows the place and leads me to the house (I didn't know where the entrance was) even though she always uses the back entrance, because she's a cat. At this point the cat turns I to my sister (not literally, but you know how in dreams you "feel" who someone or something is representing?) And I soykaf talk her about how soykafty this entrance is for reasons that will become apparent shortly, bit it's not hostile I think she soykaf talked back. Anyways we enter through an attic that is on ground level, it's only an attic from the inside though, on the outside there are some storeys above the entrance (but the house is on a hill so from the other side there is another floor below this room, so it also wouldn't be too crazy to have a roof on ground level). Anyways, this part of the house seems to be abandoned, the cat can easily slip through, but I'm having some difficulties: to get down to the next floor I need go down a very shaky wood ladder (actually it's one of those things we have at playgrounds here, where wooden bars suspended by chains or ropes form a staircase and you have to climb up) and there is also a robber-protection in the form of a knife taped to a broom handle vaguely pointing in my direction as I climb down. (I was very upset about this) Then we get to the house proper and the hall is half house half forest (literally, it was a strange feeling of being outside in a forest but at the same time I knew I was inside) I'm leaving out some insignificant details like how to get down into the hall there was a wooden stake leaning against the platform (which the floor of the previous room turned into) and it was held by a petrified undead farmer dude from Dark Souls 3's road of sacrifices area, but this post is long enough as is. Anyways the hall has a lot of my sister's stuff lying around (mostly arts and crafts stuff, she is very I to that and is also a bit of a messy person irl) and apparently this is a place that I either lived at or visited a lot as a kid, because I tell her about how much this place has changed and how we used to climb around in this forest, bit now it looks all different. (It was one of those things where you feel like you've been here before either earlier or in another dream, bit I'm pretty sure it was just a feeling). For a brief time the room also "represents" my grandma's place (who passed 2 years ago and who I only saw every other year because she lived on the other side of the globe irl). From here the dream starts falling apart: I'm in Ripley's room and congratulate her, then I'm outside the room where Obama, who looks like someone belsen now tells me that he doesn't want me to go inside, then we hug I think? Then everything gets hazy and I wake up. This was definitely quite something. Sorry for a rambly post, but I wanted to make sure I wrote down everything I remember and looking back, I'm surprised how much I do remember. Some elements I can relate to things that have been going on lately. I already mentioned where I think the furry college came from (I just remembered that I friend recently sent me an album cover with some ponies on it, he was upset that an artist he really likes listening to apparently used to make mlp music or something and I stumbled on that screenshot again yesterday, so that may have something to do with it) Pretty much all of the locations where real places or weird versions of real places. I also watched John Wick for the first time yesterday, so some of the general feel of the dream came from there and also some elements like watching a guy in a bathroom or having a pet felt like they came from there. My roommate talked a bit about he bought Obama's book as a Christmas present for his dad I pass the local book store regularly where currently Obama's big ol' face is smiling at you from an advertisement, so that's where that's from (besides that I'm not American, so I don't have any strong feelings about the guy). Also now that I look at it there are also a lot of childhood themed elements. Maybe it's because I'm planning to visit my parents for my birthday next weekend and birthdays in general elicit memories of my childhood, but also me and my siblings made a photo album as a Christmas gift for our parents where we recreated a bunch of old pictures, so I've been regularly looking at childhood photographs for the past few months. I think that's it, I hope this wall of text isn't too bothersome to read and I'll see if I can't get just a little more sleep now.

>>3713 here I have had dreams, but they're so weird and incoherent and fast. I don't like this

Did my last post get deleted? Was it to rambly?

>>3863 No?

I decided not to post this dream in greentext so that my post would not be that big. Today I dreamed that there was a country governed by a tyrant with very advanced technology, and the government officials (except for the dictator) were all robots/androids. Me and an AI called Angela (pic related) were trying to escape from that, and eventually we did, though Angela would probably not have escaped if it wasn't for me. Angela also acted like she cared for the well-being of everyone, and seemed like a good person. Keep in mind also that the geology of the place was really strange, there were lots of lava pits, high constructions, etc Then we helped some people escape too, and eventually we built a spaceship so that we wouldn't have to risk being found on that planet. There ends the first part of the dream. Then, when we were big enough, we started a war against that country. The war had a massive scale, and we practically destroyed parts of the planet. I remember two specific scenes from this part: the first was me flying in my spaceship in a giant space that was composed of a lava ceiling, a lava floor and lava pillars in between, and the second scene was me and Angela destroying a government official (all government officials had some sort of "superpower" or gimmick that made them powerful) and we defeated him by exploiting some locomotion limitations that he had to maintain his gimmick. And finally I remember me and some friends (absolutely nobody that was in this dream exists in real life) taking the head of the dictator. Everyone cheered, and Angela was our leader. At that point our technology had advanced much more that that of that dictator, and at the end of the war our technology was so advanced that it resembled magic. There ends the second part of the dream. Then, when we came back to she spaceship, Angela showed her true colors, and gave a smile that sent chills down my spine in the command room. They said that in order to avoid being detected they now would be constantly moving around, and in places where it was hard to detect them. Then she said to start the operation "destroy the world". I don't think she was as bad as the dictator because inside the main spaceship there was now a literal country inside, and the country was pretty economically and politically free, however she wanted to destroy everything that was not in that country. I still couldn't agree with her, so I traveled to earth (still with their communication technology) and started living with them. The me from the future apparently discovered a time travel technology, so our consciousness' fused and technically I became a time traveler. I was just chilling with the people on earth, that now barely resembled the earth we know, and the people on earth had a technology similar to ours nowadays but slightly less advanced, so yeah, if it wasn't for me the earth would definitely have lost. And the earth was divided into 4 or 5 countries. On the first attack an entire region of the earth was wiped out in an instant, and immediately all humans became hopeless. With my help and a bit of insider info from me we had no casualties on the second attack, and Angela immediately knew someone from the inside was a traitor. I, however, was never found out. I also had the ability to teleport from inside the spaceship to earth and back. From there all I have are fragmented memories. I also remember that one of my friends had a brother which was an important soldier for the country against Angela, and he was trying to pass a region full of lava with me and my friend, but he fell into a small lava pit and instantly died. Then I remember having a race with a general from Angela's spaceship using giant animals as Mount. And finally I remember that in an ancient human village there was someone that could tell that I was a time traveler and said that I was the only hope for humanity. This was by far the biggest, most detailed, most complex plot-wise and most consistent dream I ever had. It was also very emotional, though I can't say it was the most emotional I ever had. Overall I absolutely loved this dream.

Dreams have been vague and forgetful recently, im salting my post with a dream from my personal diary Dream 1 >On vacation with my brother, we're flying around in ww1 era biplanes >We're flying very slowly around, not like a plane would fly, at a near walking speed. Im flying close to the ground >Two guys are standing in some empty grassy lot, one of them has a shotgun. >They begin to shoot my plane, the buckshot did nothing to me when it stuck my skin >I unload my single vickers on the man, killing him >I'm now a fugitive, running from the cops >I find myself in a warehouse furniture store trying to hide from investigators and detectives >I needed to find a magician to help me loose the cops >There's someone walking around in plate armor and a skirt, she was wearing a helmet and breastplate and all below the chest was normal clothing >I asked if she was a magician and then her hands started to glow, I found my person >I remember having to find something to prove my innocence to the crime, which was located in a dumpster nearby her house >I came over to the magicians house and we began to look for the macguffin, cant really remember what it was >We reach a secret attic near her bedroom, suddenly I find myself with her in bed >I can feel the heat coming off of her body as we snuggle, I had the choice to have sex with her but I chose not to, as I saw this as a test of character >Passed the test, I think, we crossed a hidden door in the attic, I found the macguffin, which was the shotgun used by the man I shot >Me and the magician part ways Dream 2 >In my home, business as usual. hard time telling if I'm in a dream or not >I come into possession of a maid outfit in my closet, I decide to put it on so I could have kinky sex with my dream gf >Oddly she wasn't present, neither in the dream or real life >Father sees me in the maid outfit, he didn't seem to care much, maybe he didn't notice >Oddly enough my brother chuckled at me upon seeing me >Told him something along the lines that it makes me feel more like a man wearing this >Don't remember much but the important bits Everything it that dream was just odd because I don't have any problem with my sexuality or kinks. Think it might just be mild frustration, that which really isn't a problem as I'm content with going wiz mode, or going full Rasputin. Dream 3 (11/7/2020, from my personal journal, not green texted) Operating with a small group of friends in the abandoned subway tunnels near Brunswick, Brooklyn, felt like we were playing metro/stalker. We had no firearms on us, one of the friends in my group wanted to look for artifacts in one of the tunnels by her self (This might of been Lain). I said to her that it was unwise and dangerous, and that we should not walk that path, she did regardless. I heard a scream coming from the end of the tunnel and found nothing in the filthy subway tunnel. I came above ground and saw paramedics carrying a corpse on a stretcher into an ambulance, my friend had died. I tried to grieve her death, but I soon remembered an old magic tomb or spell that I used as a kid to bring someone back from the dead. I traveled to Wildwood, NJ to find the tomb, and upon finding it I began to construct the mechanism and runes needed to revive her. As I began the resurrection spell I was interrupted by a bunch of normalusers, the Instagram influencer kinds. They began to become interested in what I was doing, and said they could help me, they did assist me, although doubting if the magic was real or could even work. I mentioned to one of them that I've done this before in a previous dream (I had not to my recollection), soon they left after the mechanism failed to work, but as soon as they left the clock struck 50 and all I had to do was say a few words to revive her, however as I began to say the words a cow wandered up to my and distracted me, making me forget those words. Left without my friend I came to my old high school, there was an odd go kart track where the running track used to be. However browsing online showed a bomb threat targeted at my school. I began to run out of the school in a frenzy as the clock struck 3, the time which the bomb would be detonated. As I left the campus and crossed the road I looked back at my phone at the forums, the user simply posted "Trolled". I spent the rest of the dream wandering around the subway, meeting a similar woman in one of the wooden benches nearby (sadly not my resurrected friend), I desperately looked around for coins or any loose change on the ground so I could afford a train ticket to get back home, a impossible task.