what is the craziest dream you've had

what is the craziest dream you guys have had before

Rode on an emu through my own subconsciousness and had a conversation with my inner demons. They were pretty cool, all things considered.

I was floating through space a voice was explaining how stars are formed through the implosion of gas giants and I was compressing gas giants with my hands turning them into stars.

I also had this dream were I was tagging along with a lucid dreamer. I think the first part was a buddy cop dream and the other dream said he wanted to do something else. We boarded a plane to Miami and just chilled at the beach with bikini babes.

I was walking around my house and found cockroaches in the sink. There was a cup of coffee that was an off, grey colour, while maggots were writhing in a sandwich beside it. I remember seeing some struggling, and I felt some kind of disturbed sympathy. The house was empty too. Now, whenever I see maggots in my trashcan, I remember that dream and get that strange feeling of disturbed sympathy again.

>>4634 How often do you see maggots in your bin? You should throw out your garbage way more often, I think.

>>4635 I would but the trash here gets picked up biweekly, so im stuck with maggots a lot during the hotter weeks. I'm thinking of getting a bin with a fastened lid though.

Once dreamed I killed a T. rex with a whisk

>>4623 Recently I had one where the "me" in my dream seemed to have somehow figured out that he was in a dream; that is that there was me who was dreaming and "me" who was in the dream. The "me" in my dream also tried to talk to me.

>>4639 I had a whole thread about dreams like this but I think it was too tl:dr for anyone to read. Dont want to type it out again but ive been having the exact same sort of dreams, it hasnt been the "me" in the dream yet but its almost the same effect as my dreams themselves have become like "self aware". So I dont lucid dream in the same way, as me or "I", even when I know its a dream, my dream also does and this sort of removes any ability for me to just dream whatever I want or shape it as I see fit. In fact its when I try to do this my dreams become self aware often, and are able to explain to me fluently and "rationally" why its irrelevant that its a dream.

>>4640 What was strange about this dream was that it all was in third person, and so there was a very creepy effect when the "me" in my dream figured out he was in a dream and he turned up to look at me, the point from which I looked on to the dream. The idea that he had figured out he was in a dream and turned to look at me is quite scary to me because it almost feels like there was someone else in my head other than me at the time. Part of me hopes to have a similar experience again, but also part of me doesn't want to have another surreal experience again.

>>4642 Im going to kind of assume in this post we are going through the same thing, of course I dont know that. Im assuming that because I think the experience isnt tied to seeing yourself but that is quite a dramatic way for this to happen. I think if you have these dreams again you say, could have a first person dream and encounter some character that has that same "Im not a part of you" type thing. In my first experience with this it was my mother and it continues to get more abstract. I can think of a lot of reasonable not scary explanations and im sure you can too. Im not gonna go on a psychobabble tirade about the subconscious and tie in information you or anyone here probably already knows or could connect as a rational explanation for our posts themselves. Instead for one I want to go deeper to see if we are on the same page, who were you? Did the split between yourself and well, yourself, happen upon you realizing it was a dream? Did you always know it was a dream from your third person perspective but the you that you were seeing in third person figured it out later? Perhaps what might make this easier is it I think I know what you went through, while normally in a dream you are the thing you have third person perspective of, in this one a dissonance was realized. You werent you, you were just the perspective. Did you maybe become aware of yourself as a dreaming mind, at the same time or before the you in the dream realized it was dreaming as well. Like who was thinking your thoughts, we do think a bit during dreams, still you right? Just not the you in the dream, you as in just a "third person perspective". At least once you were cut off from yourself when it stared at you? Though I dont think it being you is central, it certainly poses more complicated questions. Im wondering if maybe this was sort of "opening the door", by seperating your pure dream awareness from any dream identity you can now be at odds or in a dialect with the dream. I dont recall having a moment like this but I think I did overtime. Something ive taken away from this and maybe if you relate il know even more we are going through the same thing, these experiences have made me unquestionably see like existence as being a visitor in someone or something elses dream. You know how some things just "click"? Like how as a kid you have to memorize multiplication tables but at some point you kind of intrinsically understand how multiplication works and it just "makes sense"? To me after these dreams thats how ive felt about life. It doesnt really say anything else other then I think the reality that I experience is most similar to, as I said, a dream in which im not the dreamer. That doesnt even mean thats what it is, just that there is something fundamentally similar and it is a better descriptor than I have ever thought up in my life for what this all is. well passing tha ball back to you, I said some pretty lofty things but thats only because I thought talking about the purely rational/psychological aspect would be played out or boring. If you dont relate at all/disagree with everything I said thats totally fine. Kinda taking shots in the dark.

>>4643 From what I remember there was a separation when the me in the dream had realised that he was in a dream. What I mean is that once he had realised he was in a dream I had become aware of the fact I was dreaming, a change from being a viewer of myself to being myself viewing what was "me". I became lucid. To actually explain the dream, I was at home and then the house across the road had blown up, due to some explosion of gas pipes. This explosion was large enough to also destroy my house, however, I was able to use a remote (don't know where it came from or how I knew about it), despite being killed, to rewind time back far enough that I was able to prepare for the explosion. This is when I went upstairs to my room and that is where I, the me in my dream, had a realisation and figured out he was in a dream. From the beginning there was no doubt that I was looking on at myself, as you say it just clicked, I was and always had been looking at myself in the third person. Maybe you could try and imagine it as separating your inner voice from you yourself. But it wasn't until the me I was looking on at had an epiphany of him being in a dream did I become lucid. Once he had realised this my perspective changed from me being an extension of him to being a separate being. This might have been caused by what was me dying in an explosion and I was still aware as an observer which obviously separates us.

>>4623 One time I had a dream where I am on a beach and I came inside this little rental house, and this little girl came up to me and reached for my pants and my penis. And tried to suck it, it was very scary and traumatizing dream for me, because I know that I am not a pedophile/hebephile/ephebephile, but then why did I have that dream...

Woman, in rowboat with guide, going to Island. They reach and pass an abandoned building. They make way through the island, stumbling upon a group of massive pigs fighting over some sort of heal. They sneak past and continue till they find a split in the path. The forest or a giant cave that's been carved out of the side of a mountain. They enter the mountain and follow winding paths, eventually reaching what looks like a manhole. They both enter. The manhole leads to a strange cave that goes down, but also winds from side to side, causing the woman to tumble from side to side as she desperately grips to avoid serious injury. They reach the bottom. They make their way through another manhole and find themselves in much more normal, horizontal corridors. They walk through until they reach a group of mostly men standing and talking. They quickly notice her arrival and welcome her. They show her to her bunk in a small stone room and the guide leaves back for the town. After waking up, the woman makes her way back up alone to study the area. On her way she passes a strange man she didn't see last night smiling at her. She carries on with her business, and takes the rowboat to the other island. Once there, she stumbles upon another giant group of pigs all eating again. To her horror she sees it's her guide from yesterday. She stifles a scream and silently makes her way back to the rowboat. As she gets into the boat she realises the oars have been taken. She looks up and sees the same man from earlier, smiling eerily again. She desperately starts to paddle the boat with her hands, while he laughs takes a seat and watches her. When she makes it back to the group she notices everyone is very slightly strange. Something about them made her keep silent about what she'd seen that day. During dinner she pointed out someone had a spider crawling on their face. The person simply laughed, opened their mouth for the spider to crawl in, laughed again and then with an audible crunch shut their mouth. Not wanting to be the odd one out, she smiles and laughs with the rest of them group. She decides to leave that night. She waits a few hours for everyone else to fall asleep. Now she makes her way through the tunnels with a flashlight, not daring to point it more than a few feet ahead. Once she reaches the part with the climbing up she sees the second manhole, but then she sees someone cover it up. Then she hears movement from the way she came. She decides to keep climbing and manages to force the rock holding the manhole shut off. Quickly replacing it with an additional rock. She turns around and is stunned. Her 2 children who are supposed to be far away at home are simply stood there, looking confused. She hugs them and tells them they need to follow her instructions exactly. Quietly, they manage to make their way through the forest and reach the boat which has become smaller, only fitting 1 person. Being the only one strong enough to row she tells the kids to hold onto the side and paddle with her, as she desperately clears the fog and is closer to the other side she sees that same man sat at the edge of the island, staring and smiling. She cautions the kids not to show themselves and carries on upstream instead of towards the island, but it seems without standing up the man is always sat on the edge of the island, perpendicular to them. There was far more detail than I could remember while writing this all down after waking. I have dreams like this a lot lately, but this was most detailed.

>>4631 Yeah man I remember that.

sometime ago i had a dream i was at a movie theatre, just straight up taking people's wallets. at some point the security were called on us so we had to creep out, but we kept stealing people's wallets. our escape was on bikes - literal bikes, like, with pedals - and we were riding fast downhill. i was holding my breaks quite often, as we swerved. for some reason the road was like a partial inner surface of a swerving tube, like something you might find in mario-kart or monkey-ball.. so we're swerving, and we hit - a patch of straight, mostly level road, but: right before it, right at the beginning, was a huge drop.. like, as tall as the road-tube would be in diameter. mebbe taller. it musta been like, 2 or 3 storeys high. i rember there was more to this dream, like.. before this part; this was right before waking, but before that there was more, but stupid me didn't think to think back thru it. what stood out about this dream was it was a wholly new location in my dreamscape. usually it's all standard locations i keep dreaming back in, same old places, in a consistent oneiric world. i hope to visit again. the theater was part of a bigger complex, but it was quite remote. reminded me of (yes, i know.. bad director, bad film) grand budapest hotel, or that ukranian hotel smack in the middle of nowhere built by soviets or smth. the shape of the building reminded me of my old school. anyway, i rember when i got to the big roadhole, i slowed, but saw my compatriots zoom right in there. i eventually started carefully riding across the edge of the hole (it was as wide as the `floor' of the road) - i woke up 3/8 of the way past the hole.

I had a dream last week that I had like, the sexiest unibrow. Seriously, It was so sexy. I loved it and couldn't get enough of it. I was sad to wake up and see that I didn't have a rlly sexy looking unibrow.

>>4650 Do you not know how to act around children/worry about doing the wrong thing or making them cry, etc.?

>>4667 Not really to be honest, I grew as an only child who was sort of shy and anti social, and I really never had an experience with children, except the ones at school. I don't know, but why do you ask me that question anyway?

>>4709 It just seems like the dream and your reaction would be maybe more common than you think for people who dont interact with kids a lot. I hate doing this because people hate it too but im semi confident in this: The dream could be giving or validating some reason to avoid children, like maybe you think youd be some bad or corrupting influence on them/hurt them. Or it could be kinda the reverse, interacting and how to interact with children is semi unknown to you (at least how to do it well) and so you worry they will get you into some kind of trouble because you wont know what to do or how to handle them. These things I mean I just think could be (ultimately only you would know) the sentiments that underlie or are necessary to create this dream. If you had mentioned fear of being caught or found out it might have also just been about fears of breaking societal tabboos, being called out, being outcastes from society, etc. Could even be a combo of that and what I said. I just know its probably if not what I mentioned close to what I mentioned and like you implied not about fulfilling some secret pedophile fantasy, especially because you woke up worried/scared even if during the dream there was arousal. Arousal is gonna be present in most sex dreams even if you are fuarrrking a tree or something (had it happen).

>>4714 Oh ok, thanks for your help. And yeah you are right, at times I do feel afraid that I will be near a child and do something wrong or inappropriate even though I wouldn't want to do that. Or maybe I would be doing something normal but people around me will take that as something not normal and inappropriate. For example I would be looking at a palm tree and near it there is a little girl in swim suit and people around me will start attacking me, thinking I was looking at her, even though in reality I was looking at the palm tree. That is just one hypothetical scenario that could happen to me. Also did you say you had a sex dream with a tree, could you please tell me more about that dream?

>>4716 Yeah precisely that, obviously more subtle and less severe but its that train of thought. I can't really remember much about the fuarrrking the tree dream other then I saw my grandmas dog humping it and then suddenly I was instead. That actually was something I had seen, no idea why though I suddenly was. I was pretty young. I've had a lot of weird sex dreams though especially in my youth involving family members, animals, inanimate objects, pretty much anything. Even before I knew what sex was id have dreams like that just they would usually be something sexual or intimate but not sex itself. I was late to stop sleeping in my moms bed as a kid and I distinctly remember the reason I finally did was because I got worried she could see what I was dreaming.

>>4717 Hmm interesting tree sex dream. And yeah my dreams are usually my worries or fears. I never get those “random” dreams that some people get that they can’t even explain what is happening in that dream. And I kind of feel bad that I don’t have those dreams, usually my dreams are not that crazy but they can be scary. Like me going to jail or me getting fired, but I can always see why I have some sort of dream. I never get dreams which I cannot explain. It seems like you have those crazy unexplainable dreams, while I don’t, I wonder why…

>>4719 More I did, now my dreams are much the same as yours. Though I do still get crazy ones I still very much immediately understand a "why" or at least see as you did this is relevant to some kind of actual feeling I feel. But even still its interesting I or im sure others would have these more confused dreams as a kid and less so as an adult. Im too underslept to think about it right now however.

I was the leader of a small tribe. at one point, we were attacked by orcs and I led all my people to the sacred well that was located on the edge of our village. there were legends that terrible creatures lived inside the well that killed everyone entering for many years, but we had no choice. we started to explore this well and there was a maze inside. we found another descent into the ground, from which screams were heard, and then we showed two dark figures that were crawling up. I found iron bars on the floor and started throwing them like spears at these creatures. it became calm from below and we began to go down. when we reached the end, we found ourselves in a place similar to a honeycomb of bees, in which there were chests. I felt something was wrong and realized that it looked like the treasury of the minotaur, and then I heard the trampling of a huge creature. I told everyone to run, and I stayed to check. and suddenly, a huge one-eyed Mike Wazowski runs out from around the corner and runs straight at him. I started running away from him, and a score counter appeared above my head. the whole place was like a big arcade hall with a bunch of games. when I scored 100k points, he disappeared and I woke up.

>>4636 I think the previous poster meant that you should take your garbage outside more often: that can (being out-of-doors) should have a lid, and should not have maggots after only two weeks.

>>4623 >>4651 smiling dream lainon might like this one. I had written parts done, but cannot find my soykaf for the life of me, so from memory: Come from the sea to a shoreline with a house close by. House is like the one I grew up in, detached vinyl-sided urban home, the kind with its stairs climbing through nearly the middle of the house. Late '80s in North America stuff, real soulless builds. Running up the shore opposite the house there is a cliff-like, somewhat mountainous body of rock. Within it lies a shallow cave barred off with sticks. The people in the house seemed nice enough, looking to be in their mid-40s or so, this may have been learned during a forgotten introductory scene. So knowing this, I am deeply unnerved to find within this shallow cave, behind the bars, a young boy. His face is twisted into a sinister, gleaming grin, and the darkness is broken by flashes from the lighter he is playing with. So naturally and in full keeping with the script of these things, I get that little soykaf out of there and bring him to the house. I've suspected this dream to have had a degree of lucidity to it, but back on track here. The parents are mortified. Understandably so, as he has succeeded in killing their black cat already and is exploring things to set alight. Bear in mind that this is dead-ass serious and the parents have taken to hiding upstairs, and my character has finally acknowledged that this wasn't a good idea, which I knew all along. So demonic child sets a course for the second story (there may have been a pack of wasps involved here), and soykaf is on fire and this is the terrifying arrival I guess. My character then promptly and brutally slaughters the kid by a means I can't remember, and the body is fed to the flames. This is part 1

>>4903 Now departing and off on my merry adventures, which seem to consist almost entirely of just walking. And walking (you know, like Caine in Kung Fu) and walking... At some point I notice I'm not alone. Mother sucking cock fuarker. There's the cat again. And it's staring most intently at your dearest NPC dream protagonist. It then disappears when his gaze drifts away. This is a little disconcerting, especially as the journey continues and this keeps happening over and over again, until the cat stops disappearing and just follows you menacingly the whole way through, day and night and day for what seem to be weeks on this interminable walk. I meet this helmet-masked man, he's in some dark-souls type getup (I don't play dark souls) of armour and has a sword. And the cat is nowhere to be seen. We're going to the same place it seems, and travel together some time until we near our destination, stopping in a circle lined with fiery light suspended like torches around us in the darkness of night. The absence of the feline feels ominous now. In the middle of more idle talk the air shifts suddenly, so to speak. We become ever more engrossed and forcefully engaged in the act of speaking, the words flowing out unbidden and with the force of waterfalls, seized as we are in this trance of mighty recitation. In perfect time and with growing fury, we chant out the words in unison helpless to stop what is happening. There is a sense of terror and anticipation. Through the horror of the moment, each word brings the thrill of recognition upon us. Recognition immediately of words unheard, and perfect understanding between us though we know not what. The contents of this ritualized speech I can not recall but are simple to improvise, they spell doom and of the impending arrival of wonderfully powerful things. Stuff like: >I had seen the grass rolling on into the sunset I HAD KNOWN THE SKY WAS OPEN >AND AS I TURNED TO FACE THE RIVER IT WAS COURSING THROUGH THE WIND TOWARDS THE SCATTERED HILLS BEFORE ME... Nothing happens after this, it ends here and I awake not long after. But in my head was the knowledge that the boy was the cat was the man. Although the man was more of an unwilling host, I suppose. And things were just about to get interesting. Whatever it was, it was coming back, and I was being drawn into its being too. OK bai

I just had my funniest dream. I was with my dad and we went back in time to the 80s in a Dodge Ram Supersize instead of a DeLorean to pick up some weed in his Bay Area high school. We went around back the theatre and there was a closet and to get the weed you had to steal a bell from choir and ring it a bunch. This randomly generated black guy popped his head out and it sounded like his entire body was made out of aluminum foil. Then I saw a World Tree on the way back home and got into an argument about how time machines work. Oh, and my time machine was my phone with archive.org brought up.

i lived an alternate life for a week in a dream , from waking up to school to sleep to wake up again , every single detail of a person's life for one whole week it was back in 2012 , im not the same person after that dream , maybe i died that day and the living one is just a shell of what existed before

The craziest dream I've had, I was in a liminal space where there's a pool inside a singular room with an entrance outside. I was relaxing inside of it, and then a hieroglyphic demonic creature started to expand on itself inside the water. It had weird shapes and patterns. It consumed me and I saw the face of it, and it said "Yourself".

>>4623 i spoke with God and he showed me his creations(he only built bridges and castles) and he told me that he is only my God and other people are fake

>>4642 I know someone who always dreams in third person and describes it more like a sandbox or garrys mod. But at least your dream you still had a face when looking at you. Their description of everyone looking at you faceless was creepy.

I had a dream once where some people did something that enraged me. I realized that I was dreaming and was all like: "You just pissed of the wrong person. You don't realize I'm your god. I'm going to end your world now." and woke up.

>>4623 Eat my soykaf. I'm not joking.

I had a dream last night and I have no idea what to make of it I was sleeping then I woke up when I woke up I realized I was dreaming waking up from a dream of me sleeping so I woke up for real then went right back to sleep.

I was digging through crumbled, rocky earth with my hands in the graveyard of an abandoned monastery near where I live when an angel descended from the sky. It gave me a piece of opalite and told me that it would "show me the truth" if I keep it with me wherever I go. Never quite forgotten the emotion I felt during that dream, but I don't know if I could even begin to describe it.

i had a dream once where i went back in time and i met myself when i was 6 years old.

>>4623 >killed a T. rex with a whisk Dark souls style?

>Wake up in the same bed and room I fell asleep in >Sleep paralysis demon punching through my door and screaming >Grab knife, get next to the wall and wait for it to get in >Shank the fuarrrker 4 times and lift him above my head >Throw him down the stairs >Wait a bit >See he's not moving >"No way" >Wake up for real this time Also when I was a teenager I had a reoccurring dream in 3rd person watching myself with all 4 limbs cut off and crawling up the stairway to heaven while staining the white stairs with a trail of blood. It spooked me pretty bad the first time then I grew to enjoy it, would make a sick album cover.

Went through a full lifetime of some random Italian man I have never seen in my life. For context, I'm Polish. Full life, from birth to death. I'm certain I haven't experienced *everything* during that dream, but my mind made each jump between periods in his life so seamless, that I could've sworn that I spent whole 80 years in there.

i was an amoeba. i went through 3 chambers. i spoke to other amoebas of 3 varying classes and learned from them about my existence. unfortunately i think it was just a hallucination of my unconscious mind. only semi meaningful

Prolly one of those kind of lucid terror dreams (they hurt like fukkk.) Or like when I wake up and something's whispering to me while it thinks I'm asleep kind of terror dream.

Not Crazy but ill bite. Happened last night. I was trapped in a cell, or maybe a room. I could never quite tell. The walls were damp, and I felt like I was standing on the deck of an old, forgotten wooden ship docked. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, and it was here that I first saw her. She wore a lab coat, her red hair glinting dimly. "No leave.. you must leave me" I needed to push her away mentally—an instinct, or maybe a plea to protect her from something I couldn’t understand. But she vanished before I could act and i made my escape. There was no time to question my presence. I could only wander, lost in a maze of wooden halls, the cold steel of surveillance cameras casting their eerie gaze over me. They watched, they always watched—babies suspended in glass , their eyes empty, as they peered from the many cameras attached to the glass. What did they see? What did they want? At some point, I found myself in a storage room, but it wasn’t a storage room at all. It was a library, a prison of knowledge. The shelves stretched endlessly, each book familiar, yet I had never read them. Ten, maybe twenty books, all copies of one another. Their bright covers burned into my eyes, like textbooks of a future I was never meant to understand. Much later outside a Man stood at a makeshift podium, his figure seemingly two-dimensional, as though he were more of a shadow than a presence. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, sagged under the weight of something far older than his body. The speech he delivered was an echo, flat and void of meaning (he was a nobody and he didnt realise, he thought he was special in the human compost pile.), as if it were a rehearsed mantra—the words bleeding into the air like a forgotten prophecy. No one listened. There was no need. I could sense the authorities watching, I'd caught word from someone else they asked him, not with anger, but with the detached curiosity of a machine observing a malfunction. “What do you think you are doing?” The question hung in the air, heavy, unanswered. As though the very act of speaking had become a crime. On a bland rooftop I tried to remain we were hidden. I tried to stay connected to the dream, to the warmth of the woman with thin, blonde hair and brown eyes, who seemed both delicate and fierce. She was there, massaging my legs (and i felt it i really did), and so did I. I asked her if I had scratched her. She smiled, said I hadn’t, but we both knew we were sharing something deeper. She felt real, but how could she be real when everything else around me felt false? Still, I clung to that fragile connection, as if holding onto it could keep me from waking. But when I said it—when I told her I was dreaming a few seconds later in the dream, I woke up. Her face shifted Desperate. Panic. She knew. I knew. And then, like the fading of a memory, I was pulled from the dream, consciousness slipping back into the waking world, leaving me only with the echo of her touch, her presence, I didnt know this girl or her face in real life but it felt as though i spent a lifetime in my dreams. This isnt my only one, Maybe ill see her again tomorrow?

There was A Lot more going on though, a lot more details and probably key things i missed

>>4623 At the end of a dream I was in a place full of clouds. A man approached me, told me his name, and told me to 'look it up'. I did. His name was a composite of two ancient Greek works, which together seemed to have a meaning like 'messenger of God'. That dream fuarrrked with me so hard I went to church for a few months and nearly converted. There was another dream, similar time period. I was in some tent thing and there was a girl. Not a very pretty one, but she took her top and bra off. So I went to her, but as I got close to her boobs, a smell hit me. This is the only time in all my life that I could smell in a dream. It was the worst smell ever, that nothing in the material world compares. Imagine prunes that had rot for five years in a humid little container, mixed with corpse.

that would be the dream of non-existing, falling forever, being the force of gravity and creating and being literally everything

Crazy dream, or was it? Bro and i are mindcontroled by grandpa Alien to: A: Sight caught by fish in babling brook. 2: Eat then no wash invention, toss a frisbie pie pan to...T- -rash-cr "Dead Any One catch the number of that Nazi UFO?" "Dozen't 'ring', Abel?" Fish: "Must be a G-g-ghost try'n to catch me... this bait ain't even hooked, or lined! -- Zinger!" "Dead Any One catch the number of that Nazi UFO?" "Dozen't 'ring', Abel?"

>>7672 >be that feel when lain's best friend is high >be Elfished impersonadead >be LATE finding my steet. >be But it's TWO!

>>7673 >be Fairie family crossin street. >be needing TWO cross, badly. >be seeing (you), our souls are in God. >bee thinkin', "God is n arsehole!" >be WalkNtalkNa, >be hearing that. what doo!?

I had one where i was on one of the sites i work on with my mrs, we were shagging in the front garden and just as i was finishing i remembered that the customer has ring cameras everywhere (in irl too) and i was like "nooo fuarrrk i cant beleive this). Suddenly the mrs walks off into my car, i follow her but the roads covered in rubbish n soykaf. I go up to her and shes found a shirt she lost and starts crying going mad at me saying stuff like "i cant beleive you". The horrible part was her eyes rolled back and she like od'd or something, i wake up into another dream where were in bed together and i cant move. Im uttering her name under my breath scared soykafless but she cant hear me, somehow i force myself to move and fall off the bed. Finally i actually wake up, had sleep paralysis, screamed st the top of my lungs, then finished it off with a bob ross video :)

>>4623 While I was in prison recently I had recurring lucid nightmares that people claiming to be free masons kept taking me on "adventures" through my own subconscious while constantly trying to trick information out of me and try get me to join the "illuminati". This girl kept coming and trying to show me that by concentrating she can turn into a ghost that flies out through her forehead and she can walk through walls and spy on people. More of these people tried to teach me that human brains are like computers or game servers that are all connected like the internet, and we can meet up in other people's lobies and hang out. They tried to teach me that in this dream world I can control everything with my mind and do whatever I want. They tried to scare me by telling me about the book of Enoch (which I'd never known about at the time). They told me that people can look through other people's eyes and stuff. The reason they are chasing me in my dreams is because I've successfully calculated the number of the beast. Jesus is the reincarnation of Solomon who is the reincarnation of Adam, Gods one and only son and the mark points at both the seal of Solomon, alchemical union, the nails used in crucifixion (vav vav vav) the internet and Bitcoin. Strange huh?

>>7697 The symbolic significance of the seal of Solomon here is profound, not just the Pythagorean interpretation either. 666 represents yhwh through the symbology of alchemical union, that being the seal of Solomon being the union of the symbol for fire or masculine (upright triangle) and the symbol for water or feminine (down facing triangle) as Yah means feminine and Weh means masculine, in this way God himself is named after Adam and Eve, his favorite creation. The Dragon in revelation is Yhwh and the beast is Christ. "Horns of a lamb, speaks like a dragon" the lamb is Christ, and dragons speak in parables and riddles. 666 is found twice in scripture which points at King Solomons yearly income (666 talents of gold) linking 666, king Solomon and currency. We next see 666 in Ezra in reference to the tribe or family of Adonikam. Writing this in Hebrew backwards comes oddly close to Nakamoto. Considering that God likes cryptography (tower of babel and use of bashat cypher bbl -> shshk), and that the bible is full of hidden scientific knowledge like neuroscience (the Tabernacles inner sanctuary, DMT/acacia wood symbolizing the soul and the ark symbolizing death and rebirth) it seems appropriate that the Mark of the beast would be a good thing, a global digital Gold that could keep governments accountable and a cryptocurrency at that, seems right up the grand engineers alley. There are contradictions with this 666 theory though, as these numbers are recorded twice in scripture - once as 666 and once as 667. Well the mark of the beast itself in some manuscripts is recorded as 616. This is pointing at the 6th letter of the Hebrew alphabet, vav. It looks like a cross between 7 and 1 respectively. The letter vav is for w or v. Making the mark of the beast pointing at Bitcoin have a final layer of meaning: world wide web. And it makes sense, for God to come fulfill his promise humanity would have to grow up. If the people in my dreams telling me crazy soykaf about consciousness are legitimate - they must understand that the creation of the internet, computers and Bitcoin is like Humanity creating his own Adam. And achieving this, I think our dad who is an engineer, must be proud of how clever we are. The people in my dreams are scared of God btw.

>>7698 By seal of Solomon, I mean of course the star of David. It's interesting as Jesus says in Revelation that he holds the "key of David", this is probably a reference to the key to the pit and 666 which I believe is the same thing. As far as hell goes, we are already there. As far as judgement goes, the fact we aren't immortal and sterile like Adam and Eve used to be shows the current state of the world IS that judgement. The promise however is eternal life through the reincarnation of the Messiah as the King of the one world government. It's quite funny, thinking that a positive version of the NWO could be Gods mysterious plan. Eliphas Levi, the occultist who coined the term Astral Light I believe is also prophesied about in the book of Job. As the book of job ironically describes Satan's (read: adversary) job (as in his purpose). The character arguing with Job is named Eliphaz and there is much talk about Rahab and Behemoth, both of these are synonymous with the old tales of Leviathin from the ancient mystery schools. Eliphaz, Rahab -> Eliphaz Leviathin -> Eliphas Levi. Why would this man be mentioned in scripture? Well, his books Transcendental Magic and History of Magic provide an excellent background to ancient wisdom that was well known during Biblical times and could do a lot to teach the modern Church where they've gone wrong. For some reason this is what my dreams are about, it's strange as I never read the Bible or cared about muh sekrit clubz much before this. Plenty of experience having OBE's and psychedelics as a teenager though so I'm open to the ideas these people are trying to teach me. It's weird situation with me and sleep. It's like every time I go to sleep I'm thrown in a soykafty Dan Brown novel and everyone there is an idiot asking all the wrong questions. Anyway, that's what my dreams are about. Oh, and weird goth girls keep making me have sex with them but I'm really shy and keep saying I'm looking for a wife and I miss my ex LOL. Except for this one girl who was showing me she can turn into a ghost, I'm smitten with her lole. Side note, can dreams induce schizophrenia? These dreams are way too intense and imaginative so I don't want to think about them all the time and have this effect my normal life. (It currently is, I'm being driven mad by these dreams) pls help

>>7699 > can dreams induce schizophrenia? short answer no you want to take a look at your various neurosis, (likely caused by others, mismatched expectations by/of friends, family, society) which make you want to dissociate so heavily and live in this idealized phantasy the most common schizophrenia (of which there are at least 5, rarely discussed) is caused by repeated denial of autonomy. try to get your personal power back from those which have sapped it ✋ om

Last night I had a dream that I was captured alongside a bunch of other people by these mutated bug creatures. At some point I wondered off through this weird dark tech spire. I saw someone die, and then one of the bug creatures appeared, angry. It took me aside and determined that I was a strange gene composition. I sat next to this Chinese dude who was apparently an experiment to replicate my same gene composition. I was told by him that he could only be used as material to repair their degrading bodies, while I could adopt a form similar to them myself. Interesting dream, but I was woken up before it could continue.

>>7698 >>7699 You need Jesus

been dreaming again since i stopped smoking weed recently. had a few really wild ones along with a bunch of the classic "im going to prison for life" and "im doing fentadope" dreams which are just part and parcel of the life ive lived and presumably always will be. The one dream that really cracked me up was the one where I was sleeping in a giant bed with p-diddy and some random dude. Absolutely nothing sexual about it, the bed was huge and we each had plenty of room away from one another, but just as im falling asleep diddy rolls up on the other guy and just starts raping the fuarrrk out of him, and im like "the fuarrrk is going on ova here diddy? that aint cool bruh!". woke up and had a bit of a laugh.

I cut off my head with a chainsaw.

Last night in my dream at some point I shifted into the pov of one of the persons in the dream, a pregnant woman. There had been another baby born iirc, and now it was my turn, I was a bit stressed and suddenly the water broke. The birth was actually very quick and painless, I knew how to do it and the baby just sort of popped out and into my hand, I was actually standing the whole time. Anyway I grabbed the baby and it didn't look like a normal baby, it looked a bit deformed, though not too badly. I had to keep it facing up as it was crying, but I moved it around to look at it and first I noticed something that looked like a big bruise on it's side. As I kept looking at it and moving it it looked more and more deformed. At some point I accidentally held it face-down and I realized I had to keep it facing up, in order to keep it alive. At some point it's face was gone and that's when I knew it was dead. I got an urge to eat it, and the thoughts in my head told me I needed to eat it to regain the energy I lost with the pregnancy, but of course I didn't want to do it. As I looked at it (and the whole time I was holding it over a sink) it started degrading more and more and it looked like a mess of flesh and bone and viscerae, and I kept thinking I needed to eat it but I decided not to, as I found the idea completely revolting. Finally I tossed it, I think.

I failed sneaking into some research facility. I black out and when I wake up I'm 10000 years into the future and my consciousness is being used to control some kind of interstellar missile defense grid. I was slightly bummed out by not being a human anymore but then I figured being an interstellar missile defense grid is actually pretty cool.

>>8152 damn, that's actually cool as fuarrrk

>>4623 this is copied from my dream log there's a very intense star wars battle going on between rebels and imperials. there's a rebel base on a planet exchanging fire with a flotilla of star destroyers in low orbit. the barrages of turbolasers are causing mushroom cloud explosions on the horizon. several star destroyers get knocked out of orbit and crash. there's a chaotic field battle in front of the base, which is buried in a mountain range, involving a bunch of artillery and vehicles and fighter bombers, and infantry dug into trenches. i'm on an imperial team sent to capture a rebel force user. we have a handful of vehicles, and under cover from air support, we manage to cross the field up to the base. there's a giant armored hangar door that we have to get through. there's a small pillbox or control room next to the hangar with an armored observation window. we have this leman russ looking tank and use that to blast through it. there's a simultaneous incursion into the base from regular infantry, so we quickly find the force user on the front lines. i think we have a couple dark side users on the team who are able to catch him by surprise and disable him. we find a medical complex and inside we find a flash freezer for putting people into hibernation. we put him into the device and freeze him. we get in the vehicles again and cross the field back to the imperial line. we hide out in an ancient ruin until we can get extracted. the base eventually gets conquered and destroyed. after the battle the field and trenches and the base are littered with corpses. the imperial forces start leaving, not bothering to clean up the corpses. the sunlight on this planet is at its brightest dim and dusk-like. it's completely silent now. the force users on the team start getting restless and saying something feels wrong in this ruin. i'm on a patrol or something in the depths of the ruins and a darkness descends over me. i get infected by an alien parasite. it consumes me from the inside out, leaving only my likeness and memories. the point of view seamlessly shifts to the alien that is now inhabiting my body, as it consumes my mind. i a member of a race of aliens that have gone dormant inside the planet and have been awoken by the battle. we have slowly been infecting the imperial forces left on the planet. we use the force to feed on death. when a person dies, something is left behind, a soul or a ghost or something, and we feed on that. the massive casualties from the battle have given us a tremendous source of power to feed on. every night, under darkness, we sneak out onto the field and into the base and steal corpses away from it, and bring them down into caverns under the surface full of thousands of us to be digested and assimilated. our species has access to force powers which grow in strength with the amount of available food. the "true form" of our species is an ill-defined, shifting mass of tentacles and spider legs. our shape is difficult to perceive as it is constantly changing and we are pitch black in color, our bodies blend into themselves visually. many of us though, including myself, choose to just keep the shape of the people we have assimilated most of the time. i take the form of the human i infected. the massive influx of new food has led to a frenzy of breeding down in the caverns. our species breeds through a complex and gross exchange of body fluids. it is not necessary for the process but our species finds enjoyment in turning the process into a collective performance that is half communal dance, half orgy. being a member of the species i experience a large amount of sexual excitement from the process. we can reproduce asexually or sexually depending on whether we exchange fluids with ourselves or others. the result is a goo filled with tiny larval worms which we vomit into large communal pots in holes in the caverns. the worms gradually develop from there into adults. the breeding dances are done around these holes. because my mind has melded with my human victim, half of my perspective is of a human who has suddenly acquired superpowers; the ability to shapeshift, augmented senses and reflexes, the ability to "see" in complete darkness, access to a hivemind, access to subtle force powers like the ability to lift small objects and influence people telepathically, the ability to merge physically with other members of my species, immortality and being very difficult to kill. this rush of power leads to a manic glee. i enthusiastically infiltrate the remaining imperials in my human guise and help murder and assimilate them. sometimes they fight back which i enjoy as it allows me to experience my powers more. we capture one of the imperial force users. he is using some sort of force technique on himself which is preventing us from assimilating his mind. he is in the custody of the queen of our hive, who has taken the form of a human woman but with tentacles from the waist down. she is trying to seduce him to join us, sexually, with telepathic suggestion, emotional manipulation, and with promises of power. meanwhile the other force user on the imperial team has noticed through the force that something is wrong. they begin to spot us through microbiological testing. they attempt to flee the ruins for the rebel base, which leads to a battle. some of them make it into the base and hole up while we put it to siege. they manage to find working spacecraft in the base and escape. i and a handful of others are told by the queen to freeze ourselves in the medical center so that we can warn the hive if we are woken up. i scrunch up and get in the device as someone operates the controls outside and i am blasted with freezing gas until i lose consciousness. i wake up in the machine, having been defrosted. i am pulled out by some imperial soldiers. i tell them that we were attacked by an alien force and that we froze ourselves in the machine hoping for help to come. i learn from them that they are with the imperials that the original rebel force user capture team was waiting for the arrival of. with them is a much higher ranking sith or darksider, an acolyte of sidious or vader, and his apprentice, a woman. he wears a suit of armor, and carries a black colored lightpike, both resembling the kharlaggan character from my andromeda fanfic. i am interrogated and i tell them i am from the team that extracted the rebel force user, but we got stuck here, and last i knew, they were holed up in the ruins outside the base. the imperials deliberate what to do, and the darksider says he senses that something is wrong. i sense it too. the captive force user must have caved. he says that there could be a trap. no one is to make radio contact beforehand, and no one is to leave and everyone is to stay together. it is at this point they discover one of us has disappeared to go warn the hive. their suspicion is only heightened by this. we leave the base in a convoy and arrive at the ruins and get out. we encounter assimilated imperials from the hive who say they are relieved that help has come and they lead the darksiders and their guards down into the basement of the ruins. the darksider asks what became of the capture mission and they lie and say both force users and the captured rebel were lost to the alien attacks. the darksider says they are to leave immediately and the hive attacks. the darksider's apprentice is nearly captured, but he knew it was coming and intervenes. the captured force user being assimilated has led to the creation of a vastly powerful eldritch being capable of bending spacetime. giant tentacles and appendages erupt out of the ground, destroying the ruins, and shooting lightning bolts. the imperials escape back in the vehicles and drive back to the base. it tries to capture the darksiders and destroys several vehicles but he holds it at bay with his own considerable force powers and lightsaber. the "survivors" (including me) manage to escape back through the base and leave the planet.

My dreams are consistently gay and boring: 1. D. confessed that he's really a girl. He only pretends to be a guy who wants a vagina so it won't seem so odd that he likes porn of gay ponies. 2. A night opper asked on the forum about walking on the concrete borders of the large drainholes in suburban ponds. I advised him that they may be slick with algae and that one does not want to fall in. Told him not to bother as what would it accomplish? 3. V. and I were on the sort of raised balcony you would use to access motel rooms above ground floor. We were somewhere above the second floor. I want to say 6th, but the ground didn't seem that far away. There was no rail or barrier around the platform. On the ground I could see many large ants marching about. I forgot why, but V. said that he would go down over the side if he could, rather than take the stairs, and he wanted to demonstrate this by hanging from the edge by one hand and then coming back up. He slipped while pulling himself up, but I was able to grab him by the wrist. I felt it pop but not break. Skinny as he is, I hoisted him easily back onto the ledge. Earlier, I had seen an empty pair of Rollerblades roll through the ants, and I could see them crushed and stuck to the wheels. 4. I went back to AT&T for some reason. The building was much larger and filled with new and unfamiliar departments. There was an overbearing guy in a safety vest directing people around. Since I had worked there before, I knew already what I was doing. 5. W. was doing coke and ranting about interpersonal annoyances. Recall something about how he barely had enough left for an effective line at one point. He complained about being horny but not wanting to jerk off because his bed was shared with his dad and some other person. He said he was tired of people lying around and not trying to get up, and also of tolerating soykafty music on the radio. He put on some soykafty music. The singer was a whiny bitch who needed to shut the fuarrrk up. I said as much and tried to get up and turn it off, but it was so hard to move. W. seemed pleased at the effort, anyway. 6. Talking to some veteran Neopets user. Her pets were hidden within their web pages using CSS for some reason. Like actual hiding as if to protect them from something. I found them easily by disabling CSS. One was a red, whale-like thing that was hidden in the lower left and could be seen breaching the water. There were four in all; I saw them in a sort of menu where they appeared on scrolls in fancy font. Can't recall the names. 7. I had a split penis head and my urethra had two branches. When I pissed, it came out in a double helix. 8. I was at a pen store and I wanted to try out a very fine and expensive fountain pen. I dropped it and bent the nib. I tried to bend it back into place before the shopkeeper noticed, but I only made it worse and cut my thumb on the nib. 9. I was on some sort of medieval RTS map, like Age of Empires, but dimly lit and simply colored. I was either a third-person camera or some other character, but I had an over-the-shoulder view of a crow-looking bird that was flying around. There was a blue flag on the blue castle, but not on the red one, so the crow went over there to plant one. It looked like a map editing interface; there were spots lit up where it would be valid to place the flag. None of them were quite aligned to the stones, so we just picked one even though we didn't like having it off-center. Later, the two armies were fighting. One had their base built in a dead end, hemmed in by three cliff walls, and the other army had a bunch of siege engines bombarding them. They were almost wiped out and I felt sorry for them, so I stood in the way so the winning army would stop attacking and spare the other. Apparently this worked because I was in the winning army or one of their allies or something. So they stopped, and the losers only had a few buildings and units remaining, including one black sheep. 10. Went to V.'s place to assist with something. Ended up packing glass jars into boxes. I left my task because I had forgotten my cell phone, and since we were in Mexico it could get stolen. "Me olvidé mi teléfono" I said to myself. I found it on the seat where I'd left it, and also found a granola bar. I wanted to take it, but first I asked some guys nearby, in bad Spanish, if it was theirs. They laughed at me, and now that I was in the light I could see that I was holding a half-eaten Poptart. They said someone had stolen it. 11. I’m a hare. I launch and float down a river, don’t know why. I come to a dead end surrounded by grasses and reeds. Chain-link fences surround the area, and then it seems that the place is underground, with stone walls. A human skull with the fangs of a big cat floats out of the grasses toward me. Turning, I see a large pile of bones. How are they there? Why are there fences? There are two trees between the fence and the stone wall. Maybe the trees are poisonous. I go to get a closer look, but the barbed wire on top of the fence catches my foot. I can’t get free before waking. 12. There was a large box full of video games, mostly for the PS3. I picked up one called "Valve". The cover featured a white bipedal robot whose limbs widened toward the ends and had a toroidal torso. A bullet’s slipstream could be seen passing through the hole in the torso. The back of the cover described it as a "quick-reaction shooter".

Once a very long time ago I had a dream of being in a boeing737 flying in low air between buildings and the plane was falling apart, though the pilot and announcer would say funny things and assure that we were safe. there was more I guess but I forgot.

A couple of years ago, I was with my family and we had to go to some place in downtown, I told my mom to let me drive there to get more practice, so I was driving and my family were walking, when I see my youngest brother being picked up by a man in a motorcycle and I think to myself "Hell yeah, I finally have a reason to murder someone" so I follow them to a detour on the road to the woods, and when I park my car and the man was about to rape my little brother, I bash his skull with a rock while my brother laughs and laughs, his laughter irritates me and he turns into a demon that keeps yelling at me to rape him so I destroy his cranium with the rock and dissociate for a while, then I look around and I'm no longer at the woods, but at an hotel room, I hide their bodies under a bed but carry some of the man's bones with me as a souvenir, I go out of the hotel room and I was at Liverpool inside a mall, I put the bones in a market cart and run away, I see my mother there, she was worried and asked me where I was at all this time, before I reply I realize I might look suspicious carrying human bones with me so I go back to the store and throw them under a mattress, then I run back to my mom and before we can normally walk out of the place, an alarm starts and the doors to the outside close and my mom looks at me with a deeply horrified look.

I was in my own house, but transported to a beautiful town located in a mountainy region in winter. Not just an ordinary winter though - it was very cold (around -20 Celsius?), the air was unbelievably clean and everything was uniformly covered in a thick layer of snow. A child's vision of how a perfect winter should look like, rather than what you'd probably see in an average European country. It was sunrise, the town was completely desolated (even though all buildings were in perfect condition). There was something wrong with me, but I could not pinpoint exactly what - on some deep level I knew that I was in a dream and about to wake up, almost on the verge of wakefulness. Once I entered my house I realized that I was about to die on some metaphysical level... and only then I've noticed I'm not alone. I cannot recall how the other person looked like, but they had a beautiful, androgynous voice. They emanated a sort of warm, fuzzy aura. Instinctively, I both feared them and knew that they're a friend. What followed was a lengthy exchange about my life and how everything was going to change soon. For context: I was in a really rough period of my life. Even though I wasn't suicidal, I was stuck on the idea that I've failed every single goal I've set for myself years ago. That person told me, among other things, that I won't face physical death, but I need to "let my old self die in order to be born again". That was one of these few and rare moments in my life when I felt genuine freedom. No obligations, no arbitrary goals, no sense of failure or superiority. Just peacefully melting into this state of bliss, enjoying every second of being human and being able to walk this earth. Then, I've died in the dream (presumably by... bleeding out? I'm not sure) and woke up. Immediately after waking up, I still could feel an afterglow of that amazing peacefulness and bliss. The weirdest thing was... my life has eventually radically changed in the following months. That person in my dream was the one factor that made me believe that everything's going to be alright and let me just keep pushing forward to make things right. I have no fuarrrking idea who was that and I wish I could meet that person again, just to hug them or let them know I'm still doing alright.

When I was a kid I had a dream where I am in shack in the woods, and when looking through the window, strong wind blows and I find out the window itself is just a piece of paper, there is no outside.

My craziest most intense recent dream was a nightmare. It involved being raped or rather being bullied and forced into raping myself sexually for the amusement of an online crowd. I felt ashamed. The dream evolved into being intellectually tested on a timer and on a paper by a man with long dirty hair and a beard who looked almost neanderthalian and his assistant who was a fair looking black women. I was judged to be insufficiently intelligent. As a result, an irremediable surgical operation was to be performed upon me using a giant prehistoric angler fish as well as medical tubes. I woke up in deep terror, crying my eyes out, heartbeat racing in the dark of my bedroom. I focused all my conscience efforts into burring this dream deep within me to forget it. I cried for my soul, how could i allow these things to be done to me. The fleeting image of two long necked dragons appeared in my mind while conscious after waking up. One silver and one gold. They were mocking me. I believe them to be responsible for this nightmare.

>>8267 I had a dream of crashing into the ground from a commercial airline. The plane was transparent which allowed we to focus on the exterior world. I saw the ground coming up at me fast, i was about to die from this plane crash. In 3 seconds flat, i managed to mentally gather my whole life into my arms and say goodbye to it all. Then i died. I've felt wonderful ever since this dream, knowing that i was able to perform this feat. In a deadly pinch i don't think i'll have much trouble. Thanks dreams.

I was chilling in my house, when someone knocks my door. I open it just to see two weird creatures with pale blue skin and long ears, like elfs. They say to me that they're demons. We talk for a little, and I show to them a invitiation for a little visit to the hell signed by the king of hell himself. I fell like I dreamed more than that, but this is all I can remember.