Dream Diary 1

Since >>2996 reached bump limit, I guess I'll start another thread, not the old OP btw. >On a wheat field with some soldiers, they're wearing tan desert camos, there is a tree and a junction near the field, it was probably sunset or sunrise >The soldiers are shooting their grenade launchers, because boredom >One soldier shoots his shot, the shot splits into two >The part that is full of shrapnel lands towards me and a couple of other soldiers (I know this probably isn't how grenade launchers work, but then again, it was a dream) >Start running away from it as fast as I can, jump on the ground, covers my head with my hands >Hear a explosion >Get up, suddenly feel a thousand sharp pains on my face, the shrapnel had gotten to my face somehow despite facing away from it >Get told to get help and start walking towards the soldiers near the junction >End of story Nothing impressive, but this is only one of the recent dreams I've remembered over the last 2 weeks. Funny is that some time ago I watched a video on how grenades behave differently on land and water and how you're more likely to die from a grenade explosion underwater. Maybe that video somehow influenced the dream.

>>3948 I had a dream some months ago that I still remember distinctly. >entire dream takes place within the confines of my bed >room around me looks the same as normal, but everything is dark >my eyes refuse to adjust to the darkness, everything remains blurry >sense something to the right of me, in the hallway where my closet is located >at first I can't see anything due to my hazy vision, but a faintly visible figure reveals itself as I concentrate >dark and featureless, it wobbles its limbs as if in slow motion >can't or don't want to get out of bed >the figure appears to the left of me >I raise my sheets to about my chin >I see that it lacks any facial features, climbs into my bed and starts wrestling me >I'm not strong enough to get it off, feel very panicked and wake up I think I may have had that dream on the day I used DXM but I don't remember anymore, just know it was the worst dream I've had, probably because it felt quite grounded by dream standards.

>>3948 Alright, here's an interesting one. I'm missing a lot of details, but the basic concept was as follows: You know how when you generalize you can say something like "Men are on average taller then women" and stuff like that. Well I just had a dream that these men you specifically refer to a physical entity (or rather a man, because in my native language you use the singular for generalizations like that) His name was THE MAN and he was a big grey buff mannequin like thing with no face. He appeared whenever someone talked about him (when generalizing things about men) but was invisible to most people and that made him a bit sad. He was very stoic all in all. Over the course of the dream I just followed him around in some giant mall and tried to console him, since I did feel kinda sorry for him. Bit when I finally found and cought up to him, he wouldn't talk to me, so I just followed him in hopes he eventually would, but I woke up before that happened. I gotta admit, I have no idea how my mind came up with something like that's but it sure is pretty funny.

>>3948 Back in action from the pervious thread, I have had many dreams snice last I posted, many not substantial, but I've experienced odd things while waking up. >First Dream >Find myself in a familiar location, but one that I have never seen before >It was like going back to an MMO you haven't played in years and finding out all your stuff is still there and all your friends are long gone >There's this massive hill and two waterfalls, my home overlooks the lake from which the water drained from the sky >There's this pizzeria, I go there looking for work and I see an IRL friend working there, I'm having false memories, or maybe I'm remembering a dream I had forgotten >The owner is very nice, and all the employees welcome me. The owner takes out a log and begins to expertly carve clogs from the log using only an axe >I find myself in my old church after some time passes, they are serving what looks like fried chicken >I ask one of the ladies there what we're eating, she says its frog legs >I am immanently disgusted and throw up, I go over to my mothers purse and take out a bus token so that I can go home >As I'm riding the bus to go home an intellectual that I cannot remember the name or face of asks why I left my church to go home >I answer him, and say that they were serving frog legs, as I love frog and all amphibians I would never see myself partaking in that communion >He asks me if this also applies to education and work >I reply yes >He asks me if it's the same of different reason for not partaking in communion >I say that it isn't, and that no joy is found in either, and that the sacrifice of working is not worth its weight >We continue talking until he asks me >Well what wouldn't make you happy besides working and college >I reply >Waking up from this dream The insight was clear from this dream, to not become absorbed in the fantasies of the subconscious, lest it consumes me whole. I think I'll be using and manipulating my dreams less as a medium of escapism and more for inspiration and asperation. >Second dream >I'm in a field trip, going who knows where with my 5th grade class >We return late in the day, around 4 o'clock >Nearly the entire school is in the auditorium, its past 3, which means we shouldn't be here >There is someone with a mask scanning our foreheads walking down the isles >The principle is trying to entertain us by hosting a play and inviting students onto the stage >He looks at the clock and sees that its 4:25 and asked the students if they want to go home >Everyone raises their hand and says yes >He says that we can leave, but are willing to stay if you want to continue the play >Nearly everyone in the auditorium stands up and floods for the exit >Me and a few of my friends are walking down the stairs, these stairwells were very scary to me as a child, what scared me ever more were the unused fire stairwells that were never used, as the building was built in 1895 >One of my friends is ahead of the group, she suddenly teleports to the basement and vanishes before our eyes >We try and look for her, running down to the basement >I'm unfazed and we enter a sewer grate in the bottom of the basement, descending into the sewer below >Studently I wake up >My PC is on and its currently on and someone was playing a certain city building game, which was odd because I distinctly remember turning off my PC last night >It was probably my brother >The city is unusually built up, there were farms and building placed that I never built, and the map is completely different >I'm perplexed, do I not remember doing this, did I sleepwalk? I asked myself >I go to the support website for the game, its already open >I get an error message about an invalid entity in one of the fruit vending stalls >Soykaf, there was a trojan in one of the downloaded mods >I remove the mod and delete my save >I try and leave my room but I find myself unable to walk >I'm asking myself why the sky is still dark, I lie down in my bed and begin to think what's happening >Only now realizing that I'm still asleep >Awaken and open your eyes to see the light of day, I tell myself >I open my eyes and the light of day is beaming though my window, I am starstruck, like someone punched my face, I see a violent flash of greens and blues flashing from my window >I turn over and cover my face with my blanket >I feel my bed rapidly and powerfully vibrating, this is usual and a sign that I'm conscience in my sleep, I attempt to lucid dream >I'm too awake to fully fall asleep, too attentive and hyper >I have a brief dream that I'm in a bloodborne like situation but I'm hyperaware of what's happening and just wake myself up I must try astral projecting again, if this experience means anything, but last time I tried to do it I found myself at a standstill between an impenetrable boundary, just repeating the same feverish motion again and again and getting bored, not to mention feeling unusually naked and exposed. I ask, what praxis might work for me? Most of that soykaf that I've found on the wired is bull.

>I am on a mission to assassinate Hitler >In a room that gently slopes down, red carpet, ballroom type setting. However it's fairly small. >See Hitler >Draw my pistol and shoot him in the head >everyone clears out >Senior Nazi officer and a couple guards remain >they tell me they knew someone was plotting to kill Hitler tonight >Get an "Oh soykaf" type feeling >dream ends

>I've been cursed, somehow, to not be able to get food >Every time I try to get some food I can somehow not eat it, either because the food is rotten or because I lose it or the store shelves are empty or something >I'm traveling with my friends >We go go the supermarket >I'm so hungry >My friend puts a bunch of random things into the basket, including two giant chunks of ham >it's rush hour, there's lots of people around >I'm at the counter getting ready to pay. The cashier is really cute and has *huge* boobs, she's really friendly too >Suddenly a mob of people floods the store >it's literally packed now >they're demanding that an escalator down to the store basement be put in >floor manager nearby quits, cute cashier has to go deal with the situation >I don't get my food >damn curse >can't find my friend >walking back to the apartment(?) where I'm staying with my friends, I come across my friend >he says he stuffed some vegetables into his pants but won't share I woke up hungry despite having a big dinner that night.

>A movie producer decides to build a real life secret lair in the hills behind my house >he blogs about stuff like choosing henchmen, how hard it is to get something built in a sandstone cliff, etc. >he's also somehow overlord of the town >I'm fed up >decide to make some mayhem to blame on him >I go down to the sewers >fuarrrk up some things >meet disgruntled sewer workers >head up to the surface that's all I really remember

>staying at some house with my mom, sister, and grandmother >and GG Allin for god knows what reason >only thing he ever did was either sit on his ass or do pushups, but I made sure to keep a distance >mom went to the store and came back with something for me, don't remember what it was, might have been some kind of drink That's seriously all I remember, I recall it being weirder but I didn't have time to write anything down.

>Be blue orb floating in space >See glowing blue woman shape >Fuse with woman >Feels comfy in there >As I fall asleep in my dream I wake up in the real world

>>3948 Alright, this will be a long one so strap up, lainons >Am in hospital, waiting in lobby for doctor's appointment. >Go behind some wall, in the lobby, it was an extra wall not part of the 4 main walls of the room, on that wall there were sinks because behind the wall there were doors which lead to a toilet. I can best describe it like second pic. >Go behind wall where the sinks are. >My friend and a person i dont recognize are there >Get horny >Friend starts dominating me, pushes me against wall and puts his penis in my butt, the others person puts his in my friend's butt. >While we have sex, there are janitors and doctors passing by >We stop having sex and i get called to the office. >See a door to the doctor's office, but i am told by this guy that i must take the longer way around the hospital because of some queue. >He shows me the way and I follow him >We go through this door, unrelated to the rest >See some run down version of the hospital, no one inside, only one LED light on, cables hanging from the ceiling, floor pattern similar to that of my primary school, stairs that are more vertical that a normal staircase. Stairs are wide as fuarrrk >Get to the top of the stairs. There is a hallway passage like a bridge between 2 buildings, had a roof, windows and all of that. >Suddenly this hallway turns into a 4 way street at night time, almost no cars, just street lights, purple hue. Pretty similar to first pic. >I pass the street and suddenly it turns into a street similar to this one street near where i live. Also its morning. >Man tells me that the doctors office is this palace looking house with the white fence and one blue metal poll on the gate itself. >Enter the house, see 2 doctors(female) and see that the house from the inside looks like a 1 room apartment. >Doctors checks me, then we both hop on a scooter, sky has pink hue >See a fighter jet in the sky, covering almost the whole sky, then after it vanished, a few more fighter jets, releasing black smoke, the doctor who was driving the scooter, was looking at the sky and not the road, I told her to look at the road. >Some hot dude sits on my place on the scooter and I sit on the scooter's windshield. >Suddenly, my doctor turns into a fat black basic bitch, other black basic bitch comes with a car and they both start talking like hood girls. >jump from the scooter and land in someone's backyard, that's where I see a Torchic pokemon card and I see my brother shuffling a deck >Brother plays shadowverse >The end

>get drafted into the army >next thing I know I'm in a building in a large city >sitting around doing nothing when a chubby dude in Roman clothes walks up and tries to stab me >somehow catch and even bend his dagger with my bare hand >say "et tu fuarrrkboy" and punch him in the balls, driving him off >next a woman with a buzzcut and full military gear (and a really cute face) grabs me from behind and tries to slit my throat >break free, disarm her, pin her to the wall, and point a handgun straight at her eye >says "okay, you win" with a calm smile, tosses all her weapons aside >starts chatting with me while still at gunpoint >we start to hit it off as the two of us impressed each other: me to her with the way I disarmed her, and her to me with the way she stared death so calmly in the face >put away my gun and start walking around with her just shooting the breeze >get along with her so well that we considered deserting just to go on a quick date This wasn't the first dream where I fell in love with a girl who had just tried to kill me, either.

Bit of a weird one, but last night I woke up in the middle of the night for some reason, but my brain remained dreaming, so I felt like I was awake but I was also seeing these fantastical flowing visions and I felt like my perception of the world, at the conceptual level, was completely different, although I was definitely awake as I could feel my body and see the wall (sorta)

I had a weird series of micro-dreams this morning while my cat was meowing at me for something. In the dreams I would get out of bed, help her (feed her, refill her water, whatever), and go back to sleep, only to wake up for real to the sound of her still meowing. But with me lacking the energy to actually get up, I'd drift back to sleep and have another one of these dreams.

>>3948 OP here Fuzzy dream today, only remember being in a McDonalds and going to the kitchen inside. I think I wasn't really pleased with food there, I suppose

>about to go on patrol and find out platoon sergeant decided not to bring our ammo >begin to question and chastise him about it, he ignores me in front of others so I get livid and start getting up in his face >he turns into a small slimeball monster, a little under knee height. he is like a semi-transparent gelatinous glob, with weird little organs in the middle, sort of like one of those pics of the inside of a cell >I continue to yell at the slimeball and kick him. I decide not to let him get away with it, even if he has turned into a slimeball. >I suddenly get this strange sense that the slimeball guy is not from me- that is, the me that is me in the dream, that I understand to be me. I feel like my mind would never come up with such a concoction like this slimeball man. It's like an alien invader is in my consciousness. >the slimeball begins to grow big, as big as a house, and yells at me to fight back. I feel as though he is trying to turn my dream into a nightmare. >I realize that he is not the me that I understand to be me, but he is a part of MY dream, the big me that is the godhead of the world, and that as long as the slimeball is here he is subject to my rules. >I say out loud, "oh no you don't" and will him back small again, smaller than he was before. I do this seemingly unconsciously and consciously at the same time, it's hard to describe. >I also will a soccer team to run out with their cleats and continue kicking the soykaf out of the slimeball, who is now visibly (somehow) scared. It was the oddest dream I can remember in awhile but it got me thinking about reality itself. It felt like the minute I realized in the dream that there was a me that I understood to be me, and a big me that was the totality of the dream, I suddenly gained control of the entire world to some degree. I reasoned in the dream that I was a piece of the big me, but the reason I could not feel like I was all knowing and all powerful was that in order to be the me that I understand to be me I could not feel both that AND the big me. But then the question in my mind was, why did the slimeball feel like a foreign invader from outside my consciousness, and not from inside of it? I just wanted him out of my mind, it felt like he was trespassing in some weird way. The only way I can make sense of it is this; the waking world is the world of reason and logic, and is so because of the physical structure of my mind. The inside mental world is one that somehow exists outside of reason... impossible things can happen and be conceived, so contradictions can exist.... one contradiction being the slimeball was both an invader and part of the big me at the same time. Still it didn't feel like the big me, but neither did the soccer team I guess. I swear I don't do drugs.

>>4189 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJZxPD9l3Mg Could be relevant. Awareness isn't necessarily located in the physical location you may think it is.

First one: >at family's house for whatever reason >friend of mom wants us to get some dog food fit for a pomeranian >our search takes us from an industrial part of a nearby town to a jungle >mom pulls out guns for all of us and tells us to be very careful >not even one minute later, get into a gunfight with what look like the black ops from HL Opposing Force (pic related) >doing really well despite having no shooting experience, pick off quite a few of them >but they just keep on coming and coming and coming >panic and wake up Second: >in a random apartment >there's animals everywhere, mostly dogs with with a few cats, including mine >outside is extremely violent with attack dogs everywhere and lots of gang fights going on >someone walks into the apartment with a dog to drop it off >attached is a note talking about how its previous owner died in a shootout >no idea what happened afterward

>>3948 Third dream (nightmare) >Trying to sleep, very tired >I enter the dream, I am watching my brother play some vidya >I am ripped from the dream, overlooking my shoulder, nearly covered by my blanket I see a shadowy figure overlooking me, his head was rounded and I could feel a panic attack rising, manifesting as horror >I cover myself with my blanket and try to fall asleep once more >I return to the dream as if nothing happened, but as I continue watching my brother fighting this one boss the panic attacks begin to rise as I look at the enemies, but nothing too intense, I test the waters by tempting an attack to see if I can fight against it >I am overwhelmed with horror laden panic attacks, I limp away from the bedroom from which I was watching him play and start crawling on the ground, unable to move my legs >I am in my grandparents house and I am on the floor wheezing, trying to make a sound of distress but my vocal cords don't work >My family enters the living room, which I am crawling around in, only lapsing out of my panic attack to breath for a second >In the lapses of consciences that I have I try to explain what's happening to me >They are recording me with their phones, unknowing mockingly from my end, they are unable to make sense of my reasoning for what's happening >I ask them to stop recording me so I don't have to watch myself in this horrible state again >I wake up from the dream and meander in my bed, still quite tired, however seeing something in the corner of my eye makes me horribly anxious and almost caused an attack, I stayed up for the rest of the night Forth Dream >I am in an apartment in DC, my family is gone for the day >Call up my friend and my brother, we're heading over to a park >We're in a strange looking car, a mix between a horse drawn chariot and a dune buggy, with the engine and driver sitting in from while the passenger compartment was connected by cable, rebar, and structural tarp. It loosely resembled an old car we used to own (pic related) >I cranked that hog and set out with my bros >We made it to this park, which was a twisting amalgam of many parks that I have visited in my life, rolling hills and large cliffs over a river canyon much like the grand canyon overlooked this wonderful place >Woke up shortly afterwards >>4168 Very cute! Wish I could be blessed with such an encounter. I would call such a dream a good sign, despite the murderous intent. All depends on your perspective on the matter though. >>4174 You might be experiencing hypnopompic hallucinations. A set of hallucinations that you may experience while waking up. Sometimes these experiences can be quite frightening, but your experience seems quite tame to what horrors that I have seen

you glitterboys really write and read like this ? but hey ive been having same dream that has been progressing since i were like 6, not sure if i really saw it or it was another dream but there was some thing standing in some kind of closed geographical glowing 2d thing and since i see the same too large for reality what i feel like is female creature with pitch black very moist skin very thin and about 4 meters tall with what are for average human arms way longer than 4 meters, at first it were slowly creeping on me but then it progressed into torture up to raping my head, as dream got worse longer were the periods in between it and ever since ive placed religious artifacts in my home and been praying to by my tradition inherit angel protector i have not had same dream anyway grab a piece of paper every once in a while and write like a proper human instead of greentexting like a bunch of fuarrrking niggers(Always argue in good faith and avoid using personal attacks.)

>wake up at the hunting hut (or wherever hunters sleep during trips) >check clock, it's 3am >go out >for some reason it is completely light during night >see my father outside and proceed to walk with him towards near hill >ask my father if he thinks he is dreaming >he says no >check my clock again and verify that I am dreaming (even though I couldn't control my dream like lucid dreamers can) >be at the top of the hill, it is subarctic climate and the hill is covered in trees >see a bear >instantly fall into a panic >father proceeds to grab me from the arm and we begin carefully walking away >look at the bear again and he is stationary >walk back to the hut >ask again if he's dreaming >same answer as earlier >wake up I have been doing reality checks or whatever during daytime in order to lucid dream. On this dream I didn't feel like I had any control over anything, I definitely thought about if I am in a lucid dream or not during the dream but as now I feel like not. Pic rel is close to the environment dream took place, although I am uncertain where in world it was.

>>4211 Very rude of you.

>>3948 Fifth Dream >In a cafeteria of a familiar place in my life >Half the cafeteria has been retrofitted, and the serving line has grown to half the room >I am in line observing the food options, but none look appetizing, as I walk the options turn from appetizing to inedibility expensive, I cannot turn back as the line is too long and going back would be improper >I settle for a government cheese sandwich and make my way to my seat >by that side of the cafeteria, was someone that did not exist but I felt like I knew them personally, she was the very embodiment of someone I would call my equal lover, someone that I have only seem in my dream >I walked up to her table and began to make conversation with her, expecting to not make an impression I am slow with my words any my eyesight draws elsewhere, but to my surprise she in interested in what I have to say to her, and more so, interested in me >We talked and talked until we were forced to part ways, saying to each other that we would meet again >The dream continues, I am riding a train into my old city, I have no money in my pocket for the rail fare, and besides me is that same woman from before >I begin to panic, as we are both entering a major metropolitan city during the midst of a pandemic >She says to me not to worry, that we could always go back home if we wished, while holding me close >Her embrace was warm, the sensation which is unmatched to anything I have ever felt before, it was in that moment that I felt alive >We were soon on a bus, traveling down the winding mountain roads of Appalachia, we were sitting in the back and resting soundly >I look out the front window and see an abandoned school bus on the side of the road, no one made a word about it, until the moment came when the bus was stopped at a stop sign, I looked behind us to see that same abandoned school bus flying down the hill at us >I yell at the bus driver and he steps on the gas, throwing the bus as fast as he could >We narrowly avoid the crash, I close my eyes and held my lover tight as we anticipated the crash, but nothing came of it until the school bus started following us up the hill >Gunshots rang, and from the school bus behind us I could see muzzle flash coming from the drivers window, we were being shot at >I held my lover as I got down and reached for my bookbag, trying to get my gun, the firearm that always follows me around my dreams, the one I leave sitting by my desk >I cannot find it in my backpack, and rationalize I would never bring my gun on a university trip >Somehow we avoid getting shot, and the bus driver somehow looses the assailants down the road >We leave the bus, running into the woods, and then a meadow, until we reached a small town >We saw the abandoned school bus in the town riddled with bullet holes, they were bank robbers from the police that were standing by Sixth Dream >I am walking around my town, all is normal >Begin to float down the street, my arms stretched all the way out, I am hovering in the middle of town and no one seems to bat an eye >I continue to float effortless a few meters off of the ground until I come to the corner of the road that leads to a high school >I start to get the suspicion that I might be in a dream, as none of this seems real >I come down to the ground and look down at a mailbox on the street corner, I think to myself if I am actually in a dream, I would be able to summon a blue cube right next to the mailbox >A flash of blue light manifests in the spot in which I said it would come into existence, and what looks like a box appears for just a second and then vanished >Think to myself >Oh, there's no box on the ground I must still be awake >Continue hovering down the street towards the high school >Feel dumb in retrospect, but looking back I think I was just trying to calm myself down, and avoid waking myself up >Meet a woman walking down the street, she is someone I know in life, she ghosted me for unknown reasons 5 years ago, and after talking to her mutual friend about some of my more extreme ideas I could sense an even more compounding alienation from our friendship >She was also a person that introduced me to anime all those years ago, so to an extent, I would not be writing this here today without her >She gave me the verbal equivalent of a curb stomp >I didn't even know you could insult and degrade someone that much without uttering a single curse >I called her out on her beratement, calling it rude and irrational >She keeps yelling at me, I then walked away from it, soon later waking up Seventh Dream >Eating in some restaurant >Have a good idea >Begin jotting down a story, a rough outline and bullet points >I go home and get on my PC, I go to /lit/ on a certain imageboard and have the idea of writing my story as a collection of posts strung together over the course of a few months, I cannot remember if I used a tripcode but I made it halfway though the story >I remember a few people loving what I was writing, a few other calling my MC an egotistical child and a bad sister to her younger brother >One person in particular posted a very critical post on why my story was not the best, and as brutal as he was, how to improve it >I took his advice and continued writing away >Woke up shortly after >>4211 I personally share my dreams for others to interpret if they wish, and for my own personal insight into my subconscious from the collective of this board dedicated to dreams, if you don't like people posting their dreams why did you even come to this thread? From what you are describing from your reoccurring nightmare, you seem to have a problem best explored and discussed, posting your dreams here might better yourself and wellbeing, as rape is a serious matter within dreams as I have experienced such. I have been told by a good friend of mine >Ignorance and denial is the spell that keeps people dumb for lifetimes, its why old folk can remain so stupid even know they have lived for so long If you don't like the color green, you could always just write in standard prose, no need to talk down to other people, you are a man of god after all. >>4216 Fair progress on achieving reality checks, you might come to an instance of your mind racing during a reality check, enviably waking you up. If you do experience something like this, and are on the cusp of realizing you are sleeping, try to keep calm during such a state, try closing your eyes. My personal experiences are sparse, but what's worked for me has worked for me and might not for you! Closing your eyes might provoke you to wake up, so if you try to lucid dream just take it easy, also come up with a plan on what exactly you want to dream about while lucid, as it is much harder while sleeping.

>>3948 I was the one who made a thread about the whole Putin thing, dreams been more frequently but still a bit inconsistent. But anyways here's my dream. (Idk what the fuarrrk happened to my mind to have this) 1/2 >The dream started with me taking care of some friends and acquaintances in some building in Trinidad (where my extended family lives, aunts, uncles, cousins etc.). >After checking the time I realized I needed to follow schedule with roonning and decided to do my 30 minutes. >I passed by one of my aunts houses but it wasn't the same as the one I saw in real life. >She greets me, talked with my sister and then roots for me during the run. >After I'm finished I come back to the group and they say that they want to go to the beach >I Join them, I put on some beach clothes and walked all the way to a town with a Hollister and some food shops >Everything was normal up until I heard a report of something dangerous happening >suddenly I disappear from the dream for a few minutes and switch over to a weird 3rd person cutscene. >It was some family talking about some weird Moana soykaf that said the islands having ancient powers and stuff like that >They said that one acient power was coming back and is planning to fight the "chosen" >coming back to me I end listening and heading back to grab something (don't remember the item but do remember that it was something I held for a while) >Come back near the town where the beach is and went inside of Hollister for anything extra >left with nothing because I didn't need 1/2 of the stuff >Eventuallty I see my family and talk with them about it, they urge me to calm down saying the situation is okay

>>4345 2/2 >when they told me what happened while I was gone I just shrugged, said okay and got into the car with them >ended up passing out in the back seat >eventually wake up in a weird horror dream >climbing stairs 2 set stars with a blue flashlight >A demonic blue skinned looking girl figure that looked almost like a Rei with long (hex color 001a33) hair and a morphing/changing face came towards me from up the stairs >She stopped a couple of steps before she got to me. >she just stared me down, her blue face morphing and changing >I see one of her eyes morph off her face and towards my right hand >as soon as I grab hold of her eye my vision transitions over to the same blue girl but less demonic and more technological or alien looking >after she fade aways I "wake up" in my house, sky is red and blue with no sunshine >Dream ends with me wandering my house looking for the girl out of fear I've woke up and wote it down in a Journal while dazed and confused so idk if I got everything 100% right. this one I feel like I'm growing more insane by the minute; what is going with my mind. What is my mind succumbing to.

>>4216 Obviously Norway or Sweden or Russia someplace.. by the description of the area plus sunlight in in the middle of the night.

I had one of those recursive matryoshka-doll-type dreams last night. I was a reporter for an AM conspiracy talk radio show, was doing some investigation at this hotel in town. Don't remember what I was investigating though. Anyway, it gets late and I decide to head home for the night, but while driving around my neighborhood I find that my apartment is nowhere to be found. The building simply isn't there. There wasn't even an empty lot or something in its place, the house numbers just go from mine-2 to mine+2. Not to mention the buildings looked way different from the way they ought to look. That's when I thought I must be dreaming, so I woke up and tried to get back to sleep. But I couldn't. So I decide to start walking around my place a bit until I realize, this isn't my place. I'm still dreaming. So I wake up again. I found myself in my actual room this time around. Checked my phone, it was about 5:30, and so I tried to get a couple more hours of sleep since I don't need to be up just yet. Then my alarm goes off. I'm still dreaming. So I wake up. I check my phone again and notice it's not the actual time I'm supposed to be up. My alarm goes off at 8. It reads 7. I'm still dreaming. This goes on for about 2 or 3 more runs, my phone reading a different time for each one, until I wake up for real, 20 minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off. At which point I just laid there in a tired slump until it was time to get up.

Short segment of what I remember just before waking up from a nocturnal emission >I'm in some dystopian cyberpunk city >A friend appears and tells me that this is Cyberpunk 2077 and the story is about a mercenary who goes into people's dreams to extract personal information >Some irrelevant stuff happens, I fly around in a car, shoot some guards and break into a store. This all happens in a dream-like tutorial level, sort of like assassin's creed 3 animus >Go I into sewers for some reason, it looks like the Metro from Fallout 3 >It's very dark, I can hear somebody and call out to them, it turns out to be a geisha looking android (she changes appearance throughoit the dream, you know how it goes) crawling on the floor who sort of half ignores me >I walk past it behind the corner where it crawled out of >Several corpses of Androids, some of the same model, some of another >Get exposition about how Androids kill each other for parts in this world (that 'knowing' feeling you sometimes have in dreams when you suddenly just know information about the world you're in) >Suddenly a second android appears and the geisha tries to murder it, I save it by stabbing the geisha >The Android I save has one of those Japanese red-white shrine dresses >She thanks me and says she's a maid. And if I want compensation she can accompany me on my journey and give me food or something, or we can just fugg >Think to myself that I shouldn't go with the short sighted choice and pick food for the journey instead >Suddenly my brother shows up and tells me that by the time we'd actually need food on our journey I might not even be dreaming anymore so I can just do whatever As a sidenote, I have this often. Where I am aware I'm dreaming for a split second and then instantly keep acting as if the dream is real< anyways >fugg the Android, but not without getting some exposition about how sex bots work in this world >Wake up I really like to analyze dreams I remember to figure out, which part corresponds to which experience I had the day before, but I don't have many specifics on this one. I've rewatched inception a few weeks back and am currently reading Neuromancer so that's where the setting comes from. The dark sewer felt similar to when I went on a walk before going to sleep and went down a very dark stretch of road. No idea where the androids came from though.

>>4351 Sounds very interesting. I'm not sure if I ever went deeper than 2 layers and don't realize I'm still dreaming once I wake up in the dream.

>enter through the back of a hotel >as I enter, I see a woman sitting behind a rustic work desk >decide to order some food >she hands me a menu that looks exactly like a waffle house menu >as I'm pointing to the bacon toast sandwich, I see the woman writing the word 'HELP' on a piece of paper with an exceptionally large sharpie >point to the sandwich again and say "I will have the bacon sandwich " >when she sees this, she very violently slams the sharpie on the piece of paper and writes the letter M, picks her hand up, and again, violently writes the letter E. "Is that all?" >I look directly at the piece of paper and say "are you ok?" >she reaches down and pulls up a plastic shopping bag the size of a trash bag, filled to the brim with tiny pieces of confetti folded up like notes. She throws it on the desk, almost half the bag of confetti notes spill out of the bag >i reach in and take a small piece of pink confetti, it reads: [The immigration borders are open I needed a reason to leave] >she gets up and walks out the door

Tonight I dreamt a lot I don't think I can recall all of it but I'll try to write down one in particular. It was weird, while it was a dream, it felt a bit like a movie or game, because while dreaming I knew it was part of a trilogy (and I think I dreamt the other parts later) and I also was able to roughly re-dream this dream to show it to some friends. There's way more to this, than I can write down but here we go. >Previous dream ends with me getting into a relationship or friendship with a girl (can't remember) >We travel the world to some theme park, literally flying over a hexagon map to find a place to stay, the fog of war lifting from the map as we fly over it >Somewhere here the transition to the next dream happens, we are suddenly in some dystopian city, a bit like Dishonored but with skyscrapers, and there are riots going on >Some dude tells us to follow him so we do >Climb buildings >I'm faster than them but somehow they always get ahead >At some point they get ahead and both fall down a tower >Guy falls through a hole in the street and is dead >Girl disappears mid fall >Suddenly I realize the girl has been Lain all along >Dream a literal recreation of the heavy rain "SHAWN!" scene, except it's me stumbling through the city calling for Lain (What the fuarrrk?) >Eventually find her in a small store >She's fine >She doesn't remember me at all >I get so sad that I start crying and the dream ends/transitions into the next dream Later had a lot of different dreams, something about wanting to survive a week in the woods with my brother and a childhood bully from elementary haunting me throughout different dreams and me venturing through a fuarrrked up giant spider cave, that gave me arachnophobia

>>4177 here Had a dream of getting stopped by a police after speeding and driving recklessly, I was surprisingly calm though. Weird thing is that I don't drive a car.

Had a really good dream, the killer from Crepp 2 hunting Anya Joy Taylor in a mountain resort type thing. There were times where I was the killer, times that I was Anya and times I was a completely different person. Just me as Anya Joy Taylor running in mountain covered in white snow and the killer would jumpscare me and all of the sudden I was the killer and was chasing Anya Joy Taylor. I don't know why but it was truly revigorating. I was really depressed but this dream was so fantastic that it rocked my fuarrrking soul and I'm in a really good mood. I wish I could dream with Creep 2 and Anya Joy Taylor every night, it's so fuarrrking refreshing.

A few days ago, not entirely sure the date. >I'm looking in a mirror >I see that there's a black head or two on my face >Proceed to pop them. >What comes out is cigarette ash >It falls into the sink, and I see it's smoking Very interesting. First dream I've recalled this well in a long time. I recently picked up smoking, so I'd image that'd lend much to this

>>4559 Stop smoking anon. It brings you nothing and takes away so much...

I was in a grocery store parking lot at night buying some kind of drug. Don't know what it did, but it came in a film canister and looked like a bunch of sprinkles and legos. Next thing I know I'm driving on a terrifyingly-high freeway with stoplights all over the thing, which sends me into a panic thinking they'd turn red at any time. They never did. Then I arrive at my destination and meet up with a friend of mine, and it turns out we're about to go to a rave. But once it starts, the DJ blasts country music that (for whatever reason) makes me feel embarrassed to the point of waking up.

hmm i had 2 dreams last night but i cant remember the other one anymore. in the one i remember I was growing 10 small blackberry bushes fairly well, but then an alien came and replaced 9 of them with their own weird plant that just looked kinda like a small dead bonsai tree. they wanted me to take care of them but idk why i would do that so i refused to water or feed them or anything, i was planning to take them out but i never got round to it...

i had 2 dreams today. both culminated in almost-falling from some high building (and that was also the part i remember most clearly). in the first dream someone close to me (might be my brother, with whom we recently regained contact; or the person i've been admiring for more than 5 years now, not necessarily romantically) caught me, or at least tried to do so. but i don't remember the rest of the dream at all, or maybe i don't want to remember because it feels kind of traumatizing. the second dream was about shoplifting physics books from some elementary school kid, and i almost fell from a really high building when i was trying to hide. i managed to hold the building's edge by my fingers, though (something you see in the movies sometimes), and i think i somehow didn't attract anyone's attention and escaped successfully.

My fear to be hacked manifestes into a scary nightmare. i was home alone browsing secret boards. Besides of /sekrit/ there was a handful of them (one of them was called /supersekrit/). You weirdos was talking about gets in every secret boards and it had layers of them (in the second layer there was a board with the incomplete name, like /partofthename / and i had to figure out the rest of the name). Then i went to the kitchen, but somehow the microwave turned on even without being plugged in. It scared me a lot even i knewing in the dream that this is impossible. I though someone in the secret boards did this so i somehow got the ip of who did this and showed to the doorman of my apartment and he said that it is the ip of a old woman she knews. I asked if other person uses the same router and he said a 27 years old man uses. Then i took a break of the investigation and went to take a shower in my old house and i had to throw buckets of water in myself because the water ran out due to pandemic (the water will actually ran out in my apartment), but then the dream turned down into a youtube video of 2 lainchan users playing a battle royale game like apex legends in the timestamp were one of them was collecting processors in a building and telling the other that he does not usually gives processors to laboratories but $laboratory_that_developed a_vaccine uses 88 (a name) processors and $laboratory that_needed_processors used -88 (another name) processors. I am not even afraid of you.

I had a dream today that a criminal syndicate was wiping out my friends and family. A CIA agent handed me a golf club to deal with them and I charged into their base of operations. When I broke in they pulled their guns at close range and started blasting, then I woke up.

Oh. Very good to see that this and the previous thread still exist. I figured it might be a good idea to copy my posts from here to some place more permanent. I just had always been to lazy to do so

>in a giant control center that looked like the NORAD command center from War Games >surrounding me were those long desks with 90's style computers on them with those old big CRT monitors >in front of me was a small console with a keypad locked behind some kind of plastic cover >behind it a giant monitor showing a world map marking launch silos and military installations resembling the map from DEFCON >a super computer was cracking the launch codes for nukes >I was standing in the middle of the room along with some other people mostly military officers >for whatever reason I was trying to help the computer >I had to convince some high ranking military officer to give up his launch key >the officer gave me a defeated look and handed over his key to me >before I could slot in the card and speed up the cracking process I changed my mind and snapped the launch key >the computer was still trying to crack the codes before I woke up I was actually talking about nuclear war with some friends the night before

A lot has happened tonight and I doubt I can recollect it all or write it down in a way that's interesting to read, but here is a cool dream that turned into a nightmare. Barely remember anything about this first part. First I'm in the schoolbus with JFK and taking my historical knowledge into the dream I know he's going to die. A gunman just enters the bus, shoots him point blank and gets out again. Then I'm in school and have the school dream (except I've heard for many people the "school dream" is them in school with only their underwear on whereas my school dream is just me running after my schoolmates having no fuarrrking clue what's going on because I'm not in school anymore) though in this instance we just want to spend the night in the school which apparently is a thing that's common, you're allowed to sleep in the classrooms until the lesson starts. But there is no more spare tables to sleep on (in sleeping bags) in the room my mates are all in so I'm just endlessly running from room to room trying to find one where the first lesson starts as late as possible so I don't have to worry about waking up early. The next day I'm with my family in the USSR in 1965 (it looked like my modern day home town but I just knew it was 60s Russia) and we're on our way to a church that's apparently next to my Uni. Some less interesting stuff happens on the way and it turns out that right next to that church is the Hitler memorial. You know, where Hitler died and was buried. It's a great tourist attraction for people to take pictures with. Anyways, everyone goes into the church, I for some reason stay outside and suddenly I'm on a concert. A pyrotechnic blows up in the middle of the crowd as part of the show and one guy starts going off with a megaphone along the lines of "whoever did this, if I found out this injured my friends I will fuarrrk you up!" and this is where the nightmare part begins. Some people start leaving uneasily some straight up panic and run away. I start leaving to and realize it's raining and my jacket and backpack are in a locker I shared with a friend and he has the key. But I just want to get out so screw my jacket I can get it tomorrow. I follow the people through the streets having no idea how to get home. My dad calls me and want to pick me up since he is in the area for some reason but I can't understand a word he says, so I tell him I'll call him back and for the rest of a dream, what feels an eternity I try to call him back but my phone has turned into this Kafkaesque impossible to operate nightmare machine where I have no idea how to get to the call menu. I also get really afraid that my parents might get worried since they might have read in the news that I was on the JFK bus, and even though I texted them that I'm fine the timeline breaks apart a bit and I feel like if I don't call right now and tell them I'm fine they'll be worried sick. Suddenly I constantly start getting calls from all sorts of friends and unknown numbers, I ignore most of them because I just want to figure out how to call my dad but the one I do answer are all scam calls about my amazon account being locked or whatever. Though one is very scary where I pick up a buddy's call and a stranger's voice pretending to be him tells casually tells me we should meet up after the concert (not knowing that I left already) and go to some guy I've never heard of because he needs our help. I even feel super smart when I tell him we should meet up at the place we first met to confirm it really is somebody else. This goes on for what feels like an eternity while I'm running through the rain (at least my jacket magically reappeared since I remember putting on a hood) almost getting run over by traffic and frantically trying to figure out how to operate my phone. I'm in a little Canoe coasting along the sidewalk and my buddy is sleeping in front of me. I poke him awake. He knowingly sighs "you're getting scam calls from my number aren't you?" as if I'm not the only one that happens to. And as he is about to explain what's going on, I wake up from my alarm. This isn't the first time I get a cliffhanger like this, I wonder if my brain secretly knows when something will wake me up and just times the dream to end perfectly like that. Or it's funky time perception and the dream already ended at that moment 5 minutes before I woke up.

Figured I'd share mine I just had here >Be me on December 25th >Trying to decide with family what to get to eat >We settle on KFC >Go to KFC, the TV is playing the news >A new bill has passed that serves to segregate ethnic communities, those who refuse to comply are shot immediately >Fast forward a few months >Hiding from authorities who have a dozen white people lined up against a wall to be shot >There are little to no spaces for white people in Melbourne, which has become a dystopian reverse Nazi Germany >Despite my indigenous heritage, I'm still white >Have to escape but chinese gf who had been helping me hide for the past few months is losing her mind, threatens to sell me out if she sees me >Only way out of Melbourne is to steal her car >Some time later I'm in Queensland, still hiding despite being in a white community >My only form of social interaction is with pub locals and the bartender, a bogan conservative >Hear that someone's arrived looking for me >It's an old friend from high school, wearing nothing but tattered pants and carrying a long piece of metal bed frame >Turns out he was held captive and only let out on the promise of freedom if he killed me, a known fugitive >The only weapon he was allowed to have was that piece of metal bed frame >Agree to fight him to the death, but all I have with me is a bokken >The fight is rough, I'm constantly on the defensive because of the reach his "weapon" has >He clips my side, which sends me into a berserker rage >Everything goes black >Last thing I remember seeing is two small turtles from pic related racing eachother in a sprint by the sea. >Nothing else mattered. I think I liked "White Genocide" better when it was just a conspiracy by white nationalists who seethe at interracial couples.

>be inside cabin with some rando short haired girl >go outside and it's storming >middle of nowhere >no forest just high elevation open ground up on a mountain maybe >we go around the cabin and there's a stone bridge leading to another mountain >on the left side of the bridge is this kind of like a dimensional shimmering portal looking thingy >realize it's a dream stability anchor like a checkpoint of sorts >tell girl to go get that checkpoint real quick and come back so we can continue >she does and comes back >gets on her knees and starts to blow my cock >when she takes it out her mouth her face turns into a monkey >says "hee hoo monkey" >wake up as i'm cumming all over the bed ???

I've had this one years ago and it always struck me as particularly odd, not the whole dream, just this one scene. >walking along an empty path, all around are only trees and the muddy soil >with me are soldiers dressed in World War 1 uniforms >we reach this great pit of mud, this massive area where the entire ground is mud >it's full of corpses and things like tanks and guns >the corpses are all WW1 soldiers as well, some of them are sunk in with their tanks or alone with their faces out >dream objective is to "cover the corpses," this isn't explained to me in the dream, no one even speaks in it, I merely know I am there to cover the corpses >I pick up this fabric the size of the mud pit and start covering them >start seeing the corpses in the pit as if they were still alive in my peripheral vision >I pause and start observing them, they're marching like usual soldiers, some of them sit on top of a British tank, some just walk onwards >I finish covering the corpses in the mud pit >dream continues on like my usual dreams, I walk over somewhere I know and everything acts out as normal This isn't the end of it though, this was a recurring dream in a single night. I woke up thrice that night and I had the same dream, where every time, at the start of the dream, I had to cover the corpses in the mud pit before continuing the dream (everything had continuity except for the corpses in the mud)

This one was a few days ago, but was strange and interesting >Outside my house at night >backyard lights on, so I can see >Some hooded figure is pursuing me >Can't remember if before or after pursuit, but figure kills my dog (who IRL has been dead a few years now) >Running at times >Being chased somewhat closely >All very vague memories of fleeing and pursuit >But anyway, eventually in the shop in the storage garage in backyard >Trying very hard to hide, but it's difficult >Figure finds me, despite me being somewhat hidden somehow >Figure reveals itself to be my girlfriend >Says that she didn't intend to kill my dog >That she was just scared and felt she had to >Quality about her is very concerning >I fear angering her, as I feel like she's unstable and may still kill me >I think we embrace, and shortly thereafter awaken Was quite strange, but also rather exciting, as my dreams have been somewhat bland as of recent, if even recalled

Here's a dream I had in 2021. I had wandered into a building, perhaps an apartment complex. I do not remember what for. I went into an elevator and went up a bit. I walked into a hall, and then into the room of some residents. I realized that I was holding a knife. There were people in this room. Wandering about, I first came across a person with vague characteristics. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer to me; and then stabbed him, which caused him to make a gasping noise. I stabbed him several more times and there was blood everywhere. He eventually fell to the ground. While he was on the floor, I began to hack at his arm with the knife for some reason. His arm managed to be cut off. The floor was covered in blood. I recall taking a left and walking into a bathroom where a man was bathing in the bathtub. I began to flay at his throat, and he made horrific moaning noises. The bath water became a deep red. He tried to get out of the bathtub by grabbing the shower curtain, but it was pulled down. The man attempted to stand up and stumbled out of the bathtub just barely. He slipped on his own blood and hit his forehead on the side of the bathtub, which made a loud thump. He laid on the floor, naked, with blood still seeping from the massive gash in the front of his neck. He shat all over himself, and that was the end of it. I walked out of the bathroom and walked into a bedroom that had two people sleeping in it. There was a man and a woman. The man seemed to have some sort of deformity in his arm. Oddly, there was a gun on the night stand. I set the knife down and picked the gun up. I shot them both in the head. Afterwards, I picked the knife back up and began to return to the elevator to leave the building. It turned out that the man I had mutilated earlier had made it. He was stumbling around with his bloodied stump of an arm barely lucid. It was time to finish him off. I stuck the knife in his neck. He revolted and stumbled backwards. He could barely stand and fell to his backside. He had barely any life left in him. As it was, he had already lost so much blood. The bleeding continued for a while and he finally let out a final gasp. The dream derailed into a topic about socially disconnected cats urinating on furniture. These cats also browsed Wizardchan.

Old Mateo kept a battered oil lantern on his porch that swung and chimed in the night wind. In the valley below his cottage grazed a herd of cattle that belonged to no one and everyone—brown, speckled, gentle-eyed creatures who wandered between fields and river reeds. Among them was a bull unlike the others: broad-shouldered, copper-hided, and slow to anger, with a faint white crescent shaped like a moon on his forehead. The villagers called him Luna. Luna preferred twilight. When the sun slipped behind the hills, he left the herd and padded up the rough path toward Mateo’s house. Mateo never chased him away; instead, he’d lay out a scrap of stale bread and hum a wordless tune while polishing the lantern’s glass. The bull would nudge the bread, listen to the tune, and then stand, patient and content, while the lantern’s light painted his coat with soft amber. One autumn a dry spell hollowed the river and the pastures browned. The herd thinned as some villagers sold their stock to feed mouths, and thieves began to stalk the valley under the gray of desperate nights. One evening, as a wind carrying dust and worry rattled the lantern, Mateo failed to return from town. He’d gone to plead for work and never came back on the usual cart. The villagers searched the lanes and called into the dark but found no trace. That night a gang of men slipped toward the valley with ropes and greed in their eyes, planning to steal what remained of other people’s livelihoods. They crept between fences and stampeded toward the corral, expecting to scatter the cattle with raucous shouting. The animals froze; fear made hooves tremble. But Luna moved differently. Guided by habit and the light he’d known for years, he trudged up the path to Mateo’s porch, found the lantern swinging where it always did, and with a careful nudge knocked it loose. The lantern fell with a soft clank and rolled down the steps. The flame inside flared against the dry air, then steadied, and somehow—whether by luck or by the bull’s steady breath—it did not die. The light leapt like a small sun across the slope, a bright eye that startled both beast and man. The thieves, who had promised themselves stealth, were suddenly exposed—shadows thrown into the open, faces pale in the amber glow. Startled dogs barked, farm cats arched their backs, and a rooster crowed as if to summon the whole valley. The commotion brought neighbors running with torches and questions and, more importantly, with courage. The thieves, now outnumbered and marked by the lantern’s truth, retreated into the scrub. The herd hushed, then lowered their heads and shuffled back into the corral, guided by Luna’s steady presence. When the villagers gathered round the porch the next morning, they found the lantern broken, wax hardened on the steps, and Luna standing like a sentinel in the yard. Mateo returned two days later, dusty but alive, having found work carting wood for a friend in a distant hamlet. He stooped to his old friend, feeling for the familiar hump of muscle and the moon-shaped mark on Luna’s brow. He patted the bull’s shoulder and fixed the lantern’s glass with trembling hands. From that year on, people told the story of the bull who carried the light. Farmers left extra bread on Mateo’s porch as thanks, children ran races to the corral and tried to keep pace with Luna (always failing, always laughing), and when the valley felt small and its nights too dark, someone would say, “Go look for the moon on his head.” And if anyone ever doubted that one creature could change the course of a single desperate night, they only had to remember the way a small, steady lantern had turned thieves into shadows and fear into noise—and how a patient bull preferred the company of a faint light to the roar of the herd.