What have you dreamed about recently?

I had a dream last night, i cant quite remember a lot of it but i recall something about Elliott Smith, and then later i was sticking this one taffy(?) up my ass for sexual pleasure.

my last dream was me setting a new laptop with the linux mint cinnamoon 22 (?) im thinking but a new laptop for study, and i was watching a lot of linux mint 22 update videos before sleep lol

>>7203 Last nighy I dreamed about saying whatever came to my mind without thinking to someone important (was just a 'shut up' + casual/impolite talk), and getting screwed professionally due to this. Wasn't a very good dream.

I had a nightmare where I just completely skipped the entire month of August and started my next semester in college without having prepared for it in the slightest ._.

Last night I dreamt I bought a tablet, for God's sake, I owed 135 dollars for that soykafty tablet.

I dreamed of leaving a store at night and a little black and white cat popped out of the shadows and followed me until I sat down on a curb in the deserted parking lot. It put its paws on my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck. I picked it up and held it in my arms for a while as it purred to me. This happens in waking every now and then–animals following me then saying hello. I suppose my dream was an amalgam of amicable experiences to comfort me during a period without them. Lately, I have had none due to the callous behaviors of other people driving away my non-human friends. It makes me feel very sad. They came to me in dream instead.

> in bathroom with popular livestreamer puzzling over how to fix a problem with the toilet > instead of a flush tank there is a showerhead installed on the wall above the toilet which sprays water into the bowl until the water level is high enough to flush > this works but has the side effect of water getting everywhere > maybe there is a way to narrow the stream of water to only spray into the toilet and not the floor? > wonder why we have to both be naked for this

>>7212 I dont know why i find this so funny

>>7211 A while ago when I was homeless and sleeping on the ground in the parking garage of the Common Desk building, I dreamed a cat came and attacked my hand because it smelled the juice of the whole rotisserie chicken that I had stolen from Walmart irl earlier that day. So in the dream I gave it some chicken and then it clung to me. It led me away into some secret nook under a culvert to show me its little lair it had made. Then I woke up and there was no kitty.

i was looking through a window, black words were cycling through it, kind of like a casino slot machine, beyond them was this white canvas. words that i was thinking, and that i thought i was choosing. i guess i dont choose them at all

>>7214 You got lucky... Pretty sure that was the Madoka Magica demon cat. For me, it's the usual: Helping a soul get over an obsession with their past, and to move on with life in the hereafter.

>>7212 > instead of a flush tank there is a showerhead installed on the wall above the toilet which sprays water into the bowl until the water level is high enough to flush this is how toilets on the Arabian peninsula work

I was standing alone in the baggage reclaim area of an airport. There were little clusters of suitcases lined up beside the carousel. Eventually, people started to emerge from the flapped doorway on the conveyor belt and dumped out onto the sloped carousel. They were stiff like mannequins and with arms akimbo and splayed legs they looked like they were break dancing as they went round and round. None of the suitcases claimed their humans, so the people just continued to break dance tumble. I woke up laughing then went back to sleep.

>>7209 Me again. College nightmare again. This time it was the first week of classes. There was a pop quiz. I hadn't even started reading my textbook and I had no idea what I was doing. Yeah, I'm a bit nervous about college, could you tell?

>>7203 Got a bit carried away my bad. I was in some sort of hyperreality like the Wired, but it was closer to older virtual worlds, like Worlds.com. I was fully jacked in, and my sensations and movement felt real. The place I was in was a tower made entirely of tinted and transparent glass, some of it had a purple tint. I made a soykafty rendition of it in the picture (The scale is off in the first view). The reflections were there, but weren't real enough, like this was some kind of Unity asset. Outside of the building was a simulated public park, they remind of parks in city planning 3d renders. I knew I couldn't leave, but didn't try to. The upper and lower parts had all sorts of things laying around, to make the (unfinished structure) look a bit more lifelike. On the top, there were 3 balloons on white wooden sunchairs, sitting on the outer edge of the building. The balloons had faces drawn on them, and I knew they were stand-ins for users of this program I was in. The first one was a friend of the programmers, who was in the middle sunchair. On the last chair was a girl, who was listening to music. They were all about 20 years old. The programmer was talking enthusiastically about the development of this structure to his slightly fat, easygoing friend (don't know how I remember how they look). I got bored very quickly, and I knew this place was somewhat a placeholder, some window panes and objects didn't have their attributes set and you could interact with them normally. I picked up one of those city bikes that was nearby, and threw them into one of the panes, but it bounced off. The second throw, I found a pane with the default ones. It was very satisfying to see the window pane smash. The developer made a nonchalant, nerdy remark not to do that, then went back to murmuring about the building. I tried the third time, and the bike ricocheted off the violet steel sheet that was in the middle of the building (1st view), and did it again on one of the non-attribute windows. I somehow picked up a BROWN EAGLE. I threw the BROWN EAGLE full force into the sheet, making 3 fast bounces before it shot into a rock on the bottom and exploded into a cloud of feathers. I was livid with joy. Then I took another bike, and popped all the balloons with a sharp edge, because their talking was growing annoying. Then it got boring, wanted to reset them, and went into the settings of the girl's profile. The UI of it was like a windowsill with no windows, except with shutters to make the UI more visible (2nd pic). At the other side of the window is a customizable 3d space, with flat moving images and a 3d object, and skybox you can change. The actual UI is a flat, normalmapped menu with a 90's linux look, which is displayed in the place of a window, like a tab. It can change to a pseudo-non euclidean 3d menu (pseudo to save memory). You can access it by touching different small objects, like a hologram generator which looks like the end of a travel propane stove. The girl had a glam/goth/zombie carnival themed profile. I could see her entire library and what she was listening to. After browsing around I found the generator and reset her balloon. The programmer had a minimalistic theme, at the end of the window there was a wall. Everything was metallic/ concrete and had a blue tint, similar to 3rd pic >>7226 If you aren't getting anything out of college, consider dropping out

>>7203 funnily enough I dreamt that I need to finnish the last 3 episodes of lain, which I've been putting on hold for the last month

One of the clients for the MSP I work for got a trojan called Sira which just overwrote random files with "Infected by Sira virus", appropriate to whatever format it was. Even their printers were sending out pages with this message alone. My mom was also there for some reason. And instead of their actual office, they had moved to some mall-like building with huge hallways.

It was the last day of high school (I dropped out years ago) and I was buying books from my friend who lives in Russia. She had a bunch of used books layed out on the floor and I was going to get my credit card from my backpack to pay for the book I wanted. (It was called something like "Grey Link"). In my head I was happy because I knew I was going to get a bouquet of flowers after I bought the book. Right before I could pay for the book, a bunch of my classmates lifted me up and crowdsurfed me away and the book I was holding was lost in the crowd. I tried to find the book afterwards but it was nowhere to be found. I became slightly lucid at this point and started becoming aware that I was waking up and everything was slipping away. I remember feeling extremely sad that this happened because I was so happy to buy the book and walk through the halls on the last day of school with my bouquet.

I dreamt I was snorting a fuarrrkton of cocaine (I don't even snort cocaine)

I think lainchan may enjoy this: For the past week every sleep cycle has been an awareness of my physical body in the act of sleeping. I am not sure if this is a dream. As I sleep I focus my attention on any feeling of my body, but usually the entire body. Most recently I have been observing myself from the whole-body perspective as though I am standing beside my bed, rather than moving my consciousness to various parts of my body or presiding over the observation from my head. For some reason every cycle is presented to me as a musical album divided into variable numbers of tracks. After every track I open my eyes, stretch, and emit a vocalization reminiscent of an applause (usually a guttural, growling noise) which concludes the track, and I fall back asleep. I have not yet ended a sleep segment/track when my consciousness was outside of my head. I'm not sure if that's possible, but I will try to do it out of curiosity. I am not sure why this has suddenly started, but I think it may have to do with alleviating muscle and joint pain. It appears to be working a bit as I find myself more capable of being more or less aware of my body as I choose in waking.

recently i had dis weird dreams where i met some friends and family n each one of them came up to me n said they were going to die the next day

>>7203 I keep a dream log and I try(not hard enough) to write in it after every dream I've had. It frustrates me how much of a dream I lose from getting out of bed and opening up my dream journal. Sometimes there is so much going on in a dream I feel intimidated about how to start and if the first thing I write is really the first thing I remember from the dream. I feel that the more consistent I am with logging my dreams the more I'll remember and the better I'll write. The most recent dream I have logged my fictional SO was pregnant with my baby. The fetus was in an egg and they didn't spend enough time laying on it so the fetus inside turned in to balut(research at your own risk). To cope with the pain of losing my child I took 9 tabs of LSD.

>>7203 The other night I had a dream where I was a waitress working at a diner for schizophrenics. Every last customer was unmedicated and paranoid and none of them paid for their orders, none of them tipped, and I wasn't paid anything for my labor. A woman eventually gave birth in the entrance which really backed up business and I had to clean up all the blood off the floor. She left right afterwards and forgot her baby.

I just woke up and found this place when I was looking for a place to write my dream. In a year like 2077, when technology was advanced, I sabotaged a mining company all by myself, i hacked the automatic forklifts that loaded the mines onto the trucks and turning them into garages. They had set up a jammer at the highest point in the area, and I was inside a robot (or maybe I was the robot, I'm not sure), when I bent down to turn off the jammer, armed soldiers came, I ran down the hill and killed one of the civilian workers who was trying to escape in a glider-like vehicle, and stole his glider. Then I woke up. It was a dream I really enjoyed, maybe if I write a bit more I can submit it to lainzine.

>>7203 My brain is in overdrive, been dreaming every night. Last night was my first 'dream within a dream'. One particular moment from it resonated with me. I was boarding a boat, but as I went up some stairs, there was a glass enclosure in the walls. Inside there was a thing shaped like a leafless bonsai tree, made of pure, deep dark purple sapphire, with small rubies decorating the sticks. I couldn't take my eyes off it. For some reason it seemed to me it were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I begun to cry. I 'woke up' and was with my fiancee, I explained to her the dream I had, and went off on my business until I actually woke up in my bed, totally confused.

Brain is still in overdrive. I wish I knew how I could stop this to be honest, at least for a while. It caused me to sleep in. I had about three dreams last night. My first dream, I had gone to a party all the way in the city. I never go to parties or really anything normally, I despise them. There was supposed to be good electronic music later. As I waited, I wandered through shopping centers brimming with people, and out in the nighttime air. I was thinking about the people on drugs, about getting drunk. I didn't want to be here anymore. The rest of my dream was spent in silence, as I hopped between silent train carriages trying to find my way home. The second, I was in a secondhand bookshop. I was scanning each shelf methodically, looking for anything good. Most of it was the usual young-adult garbage. I stumbled on a black leather-bound book with gold writing 'Theodore Kaczynski' on the spine. Besides it was a regular jacketed hardcover, by Kaczynski, titled 'On Science'. It's contents seemed like a foundations of physics textbook. I kept the other one, which was an anthology of writings. In some time, I found another interesting book, it's title was in Chinese and English. It was a guide on how to give Chinese visitors information and tools to subvert their government when they go home. What a strange book, I thought. My third dream was the strangest. It's location was like Goodsprings in New Vegas, but a large glass dome trapped us all. At the beginning, I was myself. I'd summoned a creature in my room, who wasn't supposed to be in here, so I left him behind and went on with my day. I ran various errands, tried to fix a few things but often failed. The big thing was something to do with the water treatment, which I came close to completing, just need another day. I spent the evening relaxing with friends, playing some beat-up arcade games outside. Around this point, I just turned into Buzz Lightyear and didn't notice? As the sun was setting, my plastic was starting to burn up badly. I slept outside anyway. When the sun rose, it would burn me again so I'd wake up and move, and did this a few times in the early morning. When I properly woke up, the sun was out in full force, and I was burned from head to toe. I walked downtown, limping all the way. I noticed there were many structures that completely rusted overnight. I reached my home, and walked inside. My "father" (who didn't resemble him) stood there, ticked off and anxious. Some police force were crawling over the house, they must have uncovered what I was doing here. I turned around and ran away, I knew I was totally fuarrrked and they were going to kill me, and my plastic skin was bubbling under the sun. I reached into my mind, thinking how can I fix this? A man at a conference came to mind. He was discussing the difference between a factual statement and narrative statement. My senses dissolved into nothingness, I forgot who I was. Black words on white paper filled my vision.

I suddenly remembered a recent dream in which I was speaking English. When I said "leg" in Russian instead of English in the middle of the conversation, the thought flashed through my mind: "How could I forget that word?" I can no longer remember if it was the same dream or another one, but when I dreamed again that I was speaking English, despite the fact that I, like the other person, understood the meaning of my words, as soon as I paid attention to what I was saying, I thought: "What the hell am I saying?". Considering that often the realization of the unreality of what is happening comes at the moment of the discovery of logical inconsistencies, I think I could realize myself in a dream, If only I had more lucid dreaming practice.

Had a dream partly in German last night. I ran into this older woman, and I asked her her name Woman: "Mein name ist Professor Apfel [Apple]" Me: "Oh! Apfel?" W: looks confused M: "Ich liebe Apfel!" W: looks concerned, slightly frightened M: laughs "Haha, apfel ist fruit!" W: nervously laughs Then I said something and she ran away

I remembered the dream spontaneously during the day, not immediately after waking up. I dreamed that I was a vampire and I was drinking blood, and... that's all I remember. It seems to me that there was something else in this story, but the only thing I remember is that I spilled some blood on the couch. And the blood was not maroon, but looked like cinnabar. Lately, I've been having dreams every day.

I had a dream today, but I woke up for a very long time and forgot everything while being in a state between sleep and wakefulness. This is not the first time this has happened. I have a feeling that something has been pushing me to study lucid dreaming for several years now. In addition to personal thoughts about this and even short-term attempts, I keep coming across something related to them, and only now have I noticed that this happens too often. Although this can be attributed to the fact that my interests form an information field around me that intersects with this topic.

I was in an old guy coworkers house upstairs taking a shower. Up a flight of stairs was a door that was previously locked in another dream. That led to a dark stage. I couldn’t tell what it was at first because the light switches wouldn’t work. I could hear something making noise though. some parts of the air were charged with electricity. I believe I saw the color purple on the carpet The lights came on and there was various characters in this stage Scene changed it and it looked like it was still a stage. It looked like a church gymnasium and I was on top of the stage part knocking the characters down to the gymnasium and closing the curtains. Now they were trying to get off the stage and I was fighting them. Knocking them back to the stage. I won the fight and closed the curtains back on them. While some bystanders came in and admonished the show. Then a movie scene insued where a very cool and unmoved man was turning on some girl and I guess he didn’t have that power before. One of the play characters might have been the dark prince or something but it’s hard to remember. this is my most recent. I also had a dream that made me feel very strange becuase in it I was painting my sisters floor blue and then found a blue bra that I guess belonged to her. I dont know the implications of this dream but I really dont like it. also what do you think the colors in my dreams might represent

I am chased by wild dogs in almost every dream I have

> Transferred to the UK for a semester of electrical engineering > On my first day, get lost in the empty halls trying to find my first Power Systems Analysis lecture. Side note, the university is a fictional recurring location; I saw it previously in a dream where I accidentally killed Klaus Schwab's son. > Am so lost and late, I give up and head to a violin lesson. My teacher's are the guys from TwoSetViolin. > While I'm playing, some military guys show up saying they have to take me to join the army. "fuarrrk off, I'm not going to some foreign country's military just to be sent to Israel." > They drag me away. I get picked as an example for the news. I am interviewed by Stephen Fry, though he sounds/talks more like Piers Morgan. > "A boy from the university was resisting conscription today. Lain, why don't you want to join the military to perform your duties?" "Stephen Fry, well, you wrote Mythos right? So you know about history, so you should know why I don't want to go fight for Israel." > "Why? What's so important in your own life? Why wouldn't you want to be part of the army?" > I mumble about studying engineering. Who cares, the media complex is against me anyway.

I had many more dreams last night than I typically do. At most I tend to max out at 2, but last night I had 3, with several more that I simply do not recall. They were not short, but I only remember small snippets, so here I'll write down those snippets here. Consider it a fagblog. First: Rainbow Six Siege >For some reason, I was stuck in a Battlefield-style fight in some big slummy city, as one of the characters from R6. It was nighttime, and there were many of us on either team fighting in the streets and alleyways. >The environment was like the map Favela, and I think I was Smoke with the MP5K >I remember not being able to land many shots, my aim was awful even though I had many opportunities to get lots of kills >I got shot, but didn't really feel it and didn't die Second: A Dungeon but no Dragons >I was in the place of a character from a tabletop game like D&D. My party and I were in a dungeon, but it was a fictional recreation of the dungeon, with Isekai-esque game mechanics >I remember, it was all pretend. I was younger, smaller, and I felt like a little kid. It felt stupid that it was all fake and I didn't want to pretend it was real but I did anyways. There was a teacher there with us, as though we were on a field trip and I was a child. >Overall it felt very demeaning and I didn't like it. >There were times where I tried to do something but then remembered I needed to make a stat check first. In particular, instead of swiping my hands across walls to find secret doors, I needed to "just make a Perception check". I never did that. >Towards the end of my recollection, there was a miniboss that was really big and looked like the Doom Slayer (not Doomguy). I remember thinking this was stupid and that I should just pretend it was something else. >During this fight, I dodge a big leap that the miniboss did and jumped too far. The teacher/tour guide came to me and whispered in my ear that I should only be moving 1 tile, to which I told them that I designed the game and you can dodge an equal distance to your movement, meaning my jump was valid within the rules >This is true for a game I'm actually designing >The dream ended as the boss was stunned and myself alongside several other party members leapt on them and pretended to stab them to death, even when there was actually nothing on the ground Third: Another Videogame?! Assassins Creed? >I was as I was, a normal dude wearing normal dude clothes. >I was also in Venice, jumping and climbing on rooftops with lots of agility. It felt very nice, and it was midday >I recall climbing up an outcropping from a building and then seeing below me an assassin-looking figure trying to come after me, very slowly >As I climbed higher to escape them, a large dog-like monster came after me from above. Sheathed along my hip was a long, thin blade that I used to limply thwack at it, hoping it'd die. I split it in two within a few swipes. >Then, a window next to me swung open and both the assassin and myself hid. It seemed like the guards inside the window didn't see us but they let out their large wolfhound creatures anyways, which a few of them latched on to me >Their teeth and claws were extremely sharp and painful but I managed to somehow fight them off. The dream ended as I killed two of the dog creatures and one of the guards saw me before climbing out of the window to capture me.

Last night I dreamed I was at the uhh drinking place and there was this girl next to me, she had a shaved head. I was on my way to go and sell some stuff and I'd stopped for a drink. There were a lot of people, even two policemen. Then the guy in charge came out and told us there wouldn't be any drinks for a while because of some reason and to come back later. We all started leaving, the guy apparently knew the girl next to me because he talked to her for a bit and then he hugged her kind of like a father or uncle hugs a young girl in their family, idk. As we walked out of the place I asked the girl if she wanted to grab a drink with me later, that I was just going to go and sell some stuff and hopefully I'd be able to buy her a drink later. I keep dreaming of girls, I hate this.

>>7203 Had a dream where I was wandering around this vaguely familiar house, then realized I'd broken in. Around a day later, I check this channel and see it's uploaded this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugEkPr-UGJI The names of the characters (eg the thing he finds under the bed) are all off of gravestones I'd gone to, focused on, or otherwise wrote down. A phenomena I made an entire thread on then some prick deleted it. It happens quite frequently, and often to an even finer degree of detail than this, but the dream preceding is what made it odd.

>>8097 And to clarify, the upload occurred well after the dream. Not the inverse, nor were they synchronized. And I'd gone to the graveyard maybe a week prior to that. The names are uncommon. The name was Inez. More recently the name Agnes has been appearing.

I dream really rarely but those tend to make me really emotional, even if it logically I have no reason to be mad or scared that state can last day or two. This is the longest dream I ever remember having and almost all locations were from my real life - in right configuration in relation to each other. It didn't affect me that strong emotionally so that's probably why it lasted so long. >I'm going next to main road in my town, away from my current home in direction I go everyday to uni. >I pass by some older guy that caught my attention. I was not sure if it was my grandpa or not. >I turn back and try get to the front of him to look at his face. I do it a few times. Eventually I think it's him but I remembered seeing him yesterday IRL and he didn't have a beard (he never had) so I want to ask him if he's my grandpa. >Just before I can speak he greets me and tells me to follow him. >We cross trolley tracks that are going along the pavement. >The dream morphs. >Tram passed really close to me. >There is three of us at tram station (It's not there IRL), me, childchood frien-J. and some third person we both know but I didn't recognize/see the face. >The third person asks how me and J. met. I don't remember whole conversation but J. and that person were mostly talking about past and how we all know each other. IRL I don't talk much in grups of 3 or more people so it fits I guess. >The dream morphs second time. >I'm near my childhood house on my way to granpa (IRL he has been head for almost 10 years and obviously it's other one than the first) with group of people. Around 6-7 including me. >It's apocalipse and I'm with them (idk if J. and the other guy were there). Everyone has some kind of super power. Whatever mine does I'm strong. >One of our guys stabs everyone with a knife and they turn into disfigured, mindless servants of his. >I run away and he shouts "You can't run away". >I run in direction of park that is on the way to my grandpa's house. >In front of the park I decide I have to fight. >I fight the guy and my companions under his command. >I manage to get them back to their senses but they don't know what happened and see me attacking knife guy so they attack me and I attack them in self defense. >I don't want to hurt them so I run to the park (It was less dense and more dead/dry than IRL but sight range was lower). >I run and there is a clearing halfway throught the park (still going in direction of my grandpa's house). >There is a guy slowly walking path angled 90 deg to mine and we pass each other. I tried to see his face but I alwo was occupied with running away. >They guy just walked slowly and slowly clapped his hands. Not ironically or to applaud more like a rythm or to say "Notice me, I'm here". >I thought that he is like that X-man forget me not (I watched only half of X-man movie in my life, learned about this character from internet). >In front there were few really long few rows that looked like graves but didn't feel like graves. A thin piece of wood stuck into dirt and a white envelope on top of each sealed with red wax. Each looked a little bit different. >After passing them I turn back and my old team still runs after me. I see one person and a mutated, half-rotten, morphed dog comming after me. >I think I don't stand a chance running against the dog I have to be faster. >I get on all 4's and start running and using my hands to grab grass and pull myself to be faster. I had to watchout not to pull it out becouse I would loose all momentum. >I manadged to run to the edge of park where my grandpa's house would be. Suddenly it made sense that there are wheat fields. >I think to myself I will have easy time running and hiding in those fields. I looked at them and they were bare ground. It made sense bacouse of apocalipse. >I turn right and run in park at the edge of it so it's harder to notice me. I stopped running at all 4's (don't remeber if run out of grass or forgot to or was too tired) >I run and pass another IRL location in the park >Got to the edge of park. >There is road on my right and rails on the right of the road -they lead to neighbouring town IRL. On my left there are empty abandoned trucks, logs and other stuff placed in disarray in same direction as road over really long distance. >I decide to run along the road. There are cars on it and it seems people are going to work like nothing is happening. >I didn't look back a single time but I knew I managed to get some distance over those running after me. >I get afraid that someone I don't know will be on the train and they will snipe me with a rifle from passing train becouse I'm out in the open. >I'm running but tired. I could hide in those trucks, logs and such. There are a lot of nooks so there is low chance they would find me. >I'm too afraid to hide in case there is a chance they find me so I keep running but I'm exhausted. >On my left there is a bus stop but it's turned away from road, rather in direction of my path. >There is a gril sitting there. I know her but I can't recognize her. (Unlike with the guy at tram station here I felt I know her IRL). >I want to be helped but I don't ask for it becouse I'm afraid she will hurt me. >She sees I'm trying to figure out who she is but she won't tall me. >I want to hide and hug her but I'm afraid she will murder me in my sleep. >The dream morphs >She lead me to hiding spot they have among the trucks and this other stuff. >There is big, dark, dirty room with one door, low ceiling, no windows and no lights. >I think that there will be a lot of people but I don't have a choice. I will just sleep in corner away from everyone. >Turns out that there are 4 people inside, each in one corner. >I'm angry and I want to fight and throw out the guy in left corner on wall closer to the door becouse it's the most efficient spot (When door opens it's hides you a bit). >I decide not to. The girl says I will have to sit in the middle. >It's not bad but I know better. I sit right behind door on the left so they cover me when someone opens the door. >I watch not to stick my legs out too much and not put weight on the door but rather on the wall next to them. >I fall asleep (alone) Woke up 30 min before alarm My interpretation: J. - loneliness and longing for friend like in childhood. Way to dead grandpa's house - also would say loneliness in a sense, he was cool. Me being strong during apocalypse - My bloated ego. Guy stabbing my friends and them turning against me - I would interpret it as a group and him being leader of the group, convincing them using words, me not agreeing and struggling to fit in. I'm open to get into verbal conflict IRL if I disagree. I try to fight because I care about them but I don't want to hurt them so I leave, even if they do extra to get me back I just run harder. Girl - loneliness in platonic way. Bus stop the girl is waiting at - Maybe some kind of unrealistic expectation that some girl just waits for me to show up and help me. Running - That's what I tend to do in social situations - avoid / run away. Being angry at guy in the corner but letting him be - I don't want to physically hurt people. The girl telling me to sit in the middle and me sitting behind door - I'm stubborn and will do things my way even if others try to help me. Afraid/Paranoic of people I don't know in case they want to hurt me - fits IRL Keep to the edge of park, hide behind door - fits IRL, trying to optimize random things like where to sit. Beard grandpa - idk. Sometimes I don't recognize IRL people I know and it makes them mad but I don't think it was it. Tram / Train / Bus stop - There is quite a bit about public transport that I use IRL but idk. Tram and Train seemed a bit lethal. Envelopes and clapping guy - no idea The room - I joked that at uni there is 100 of us and each just sits in their own corner in 100-corner room but it's a stretch.

Last night I dreamt of dating this very cute girl, but when I got to her place she was actually a 70yo anorexic <5ft granny with male-like pecs. She gave me a STD where my penis would develop tumours and slowly start falling apart.

>>8190 >>I think I don't stand a chance running against the dog I have to be faster. >>I get on all 4's and start running and using my hands to grab grass and pull myself to be faster. This part had me in tears laughing! Thanks for sharing this, it's a cool dream, though in my opinion, I feel your analysis is reaching a bit. It is not uncommon in dream analysis to impress tangentially related things we observe in our lives onto what we see in dreams to make sense of them, but if the message was not sufficiently clear that we must fall to this, then we fall into consciously creating meaning for dreams, rather than being given the meaning from it. To me, dream analysis should not consist in more than being attentive and capable of remembering your dreams, and interpreting the events as they are. For me, I feel most of my dreams have slight motivations and ideas, but are not cohesive or important. A sliver of them will be clearly meaningful, usually having either one clear statement or idea, or may be a complex of comments and ideas.

>>8199 I'm not dead on 100% meaning of dreams but I try to interpret dreams being a way to subconsciously cope with my emotions. I guess there is no way to tell what parts are memories / emotions / dream mumbo jumbo, but afterwards I can tell how the dream made me feel.

I had two major ones. I can remember was intense. I was at work over the weekend and it was just me. All of a sudden an immense fear washed over me, a fear I have never felt in my waking experience, this was life or death. I got up from my desk and was able to calm myself down. Then I heard someone come in asking where their car is and I freaked out. I started attacking him and screaming. Next one I was waiting in a theatre for a girl I recently reconnected with in my waking life. I was half asleep so I started to get all stiff in my dream. I was freaking out and kind of doing those poses retarded people do. Next thing I know everyone is leaving the theatre as I am spazzing out and biting my hand in the chair. I end up falling on the floor and start melting into the floor. As I am melting into the floor a random girl comes up to me yelling at me about not leaving with her and she was mad that I ate her cookie.

I had a dream that I was stuck in an abandoned hackerspace that was as large as some sort of factory. I had to escape through the basement, which had some terrifying biomechanical creatures locked up in glass caskets. The moment I left the building, it just disappeared and I woke up soon thereafter.

I just had a bunch of dreams in a row and easily half of them were dreams of waking up but I didn't actually wake up I was just dreaming that I did. That was spooky. Anyone else ever had this?

>>8440 False awakenings can be common. It may be related to dreams breaking from instability or lucidity, so a reset happens. Dreaming restarts by the perception of having woken up, the previous dream discarded and and a new dream begins. Also the sleep paralysis entities, in order to trap people in dreams unaware they often trigger false awakenings to make people think they have already woken up. The sleep paralysis entities are real spiritual entities, they have a real presence you can feel which is distinct from dreams, its like watching a video of a person vs a person being right in front of you.

>>8441 Hmmm I don't think any sleep paralysis entities are coming for me. I noticed though each one did often end with some weirdness and instability though. That does make sense

>>8442 Yeah false awakenings happen plenty outside of sleep paralysis. Maybe it's even more frequent than it seems and we usually just remember the last dream we had before waking.

Was pretty fun actually but you'd have to sign an NDA before I tell you since I want to use it for a game idea.

I dreamt that I looked through my dad's old computer and found child porn

I keep having weird dreams that seem to suggest that I'm the reincarnation of king solomon and if I don't get a new world order one world government done (God's kingdom) then billions of people are gonna die bust on if they are normal people or have autism like the users of this site.

had two odd back-to-back dreams the other night, one where i was in a large pharmacy trying to find some things i needed to buy, but it looked somewhat barren, all the lights were off, and the workers were rude when i asked them for assistance with finding something. this one felt very real because i had planned to go to the pharmacy and get a couple things that day, and i suspect it came about as a result of that + my anxiety around service workers. in the other dream i was living in an unfamiliar apartment with an attached room that belonged to the landlady, who was a middle aged woman with long dark hair. she tried to attack me while i was in my bedroom there, but i somehow fought her off and got away (i'm not strong whatsoever irl). oddly enough i wasn't too scared when she was attacking me in the dream but when i woke up i had a sort of feeling of dread hanging over me all day

Had a dream of me in a box. The floor was a trap door. I had a slack noose around my neck. The only other thing in the box was a crank. I turned the crank and nothing happened. I kept turning it for what felt like hours and nothing happened.