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Dream thread?

I had an interesting dream last night. I fell asleep listening to Vinesauce Joel's GTA III stream last night. In the dream, I decided to order some food from Taco Bell (who does not deliver, but they did in the dream). I began to give him my order, and I was greeted by Joel, who told me to shut the fuck up. He then started asking me the best way to get past a level in GTA IV. I gave him my ultimate wisdom and he started yelling. He eventually showed up at my house with my food, and he very rudely barged into my home and put it on the kitchen counter. He refused to leave. He continued to talk to me about GTA. I told him to get the fuck out of my house. He did not. Eventually, I told him that if he didn't go away I was going to hurt his face with a chair. I shoved him out of my front door, but he remained out front. I then called the police, who continued to chat with me about GTA, but left when asked to.

tl;dr Vinesauce Joel harassed me in my own home after delivering Taco Bell.


Why did you not talk about GTA with him?


I did at first. But eventually there comes a point where I just wanna order my food


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i had a lewd dream last night about big titty eldritch bitches. pic related they were all blindfolded and there were piles of them just laying on eachother.




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it's just a damn face you paranoid niglet, here's another one. and stop being jealous about not dreaming of big titty eldritch bitches.


what does bl mean


i just shortened "blindfold"


nonono I know it's not, you can't trick me. Those are dudes getting their holes poked, not sexy females. I'm on to you, hear me?


i wish you guys weren't so gay sometimes.


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oh, I see, a simple mistake, thank you for bearing with us and providing evidence my dear sir. After all, one cannot be too careful in times like these


i would be on 4chan if i had bitten the trap/tranny lure


I had a dream
Me & ex back to seventeen
Summer nights and the libertines
Never growing up.


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pt 1
i had a dream it it wasnt pleasent. it's 2060. china slowly takes over america, buys off american companys, sends women over here to either have babies, or send already pregnant women to have babies in american soil. one of those babies grew up to become president and claims to "hold both americas and chinas best (((interest)))". age of consent is lowered. ads for foods and brands now have blatant soft-core porn, same with tv shows and movies. age rating doesnt matter, its everywhere, kids books talking about masturbation and such. Anyone remember seeing all those shidty ads that try to seem relatable or are just lol so randumb? (like those old spice commercials) in 2010 us goverment psycologists studyed a regular pornsite and made viral marketing techneques from the info they got, and used that in ads for whatever to fuck with people and makecthem buy more stuff, and around 2018, they did the same with wojack, called "the wojack effect"
put people into groups or subgroups, label them, memes, give them the guise of anonimity, teach them to represent themselves with shidty watered down plilosophy and make them easy to control. not only that but market food for them, like "doomers only smoke lucky stripe cigarettes, and drink jack daniels" or "boomers only drink monster energy drinks" you get the idea, but relable it to something else. people larping irl to make themselves feel better. fukkin normies. drug abuse is rampant and accepted. instead of feeling emotions and growing, nomatter how painful, its just people from a young age numbing themselves. politics doesnt matter any more, its all predecided beforehand but dont tell anyone that. to make matters worse celebrities and pornstars stand in while actual politicians ghost write.


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pt 2
nothing is anonymous or private anymore. everything gets collected into a database and if you mess up, your fucked for life. twotter, socal media and everything is connected permanently, you cant even open up a browser and search "watermelon addict" and if you dont use it you'll get fucked, in order to get a job and do anything you must connect, and stay connected for life. alexa and other lifehelper shid is embedded everywhere so you can't even speak without being heard. and finally, are doing their best to eat, breath, and think for you and be your best pal, even though in actuality their a living godlike paracite, and after their done killing you they move on to their next victem. mcdonalds made a sex toy/vr alternate reality brothel for any age, and through sexual innuendo
>"oh anon stick your 100% pure beef into my american made freshly baked buns and put your big mac secret sause inside me" like that,
they make you buy more food and get free shekels, coupons, you name it. but over time they slowly pull the plug and give you less and less, making you buy more. other brands followed their direction and did similar things. literally the most autistic dream i had in my life.


>"In 2010 us goverment psycologists studyed a regular pornsite and made viral marketing techneques from the info..."
Hit a bit too close to the truth right there, anon : https://github.com/bibanon/bibanon/wiki/EWFA-Chapter-6
rat bastards actually did it


ok so i had a really weird dream were i was just in a endless white space and i just walked forward then i got transferred to a different universe and there was just watermelon addicts everywhere and then they pulled out there cocks and just started shooting cum at me then hitler killed all them but a jew-copter came and they tried to steal our money then i got my nigger killer and shot them all then hitler teleported us to 1934 Germany and a airplane took me a kkk base were they tried to steal my nigger killer but then a gang of cum shooting watermelon addicts killed them and used there cracker killers to try and kill me but i killed them all with my trusty nigger killer and magically a motorcycle appeared AND HITLER CAME BACK and he took me back to germany but not in 30's or 40's but in 2013 and they killed hitler but then a nuke hit germany and i thought it was over but then i woke up


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Here is a long and vivid dream I had shortly after quitting weed that I remember practically every detail of:
The dream was in some post-post apocalyptic setting. I was living in a castle built on top of the ruins of my childhood neighborhood. At the start of the dream I was given an aerial view of this castle: a stonework keep opened to an enclosed courtyard which contained dormitories for the courtiers. Beyond that was a bailey with a stables and a blacksmith and a tavern. Outside the walls of the castle was acres and acres of farmland with farmhouses. The only remnants on my old neighborhood were ruined foundations which the newer farmhouse were built onto.

I was one of the courtiers living in the courtyard. The leaders of the settlement sent me and three other people on a mission to find more gasoline. These were people I did not know in real life but, in the dream, they were all close frens. It was two men and one woman. We loaded the last of the settlement's gasoline into a pickup truck and set out on our mission. I remember the tank was only 20% full.

At this point, the dream skipped ahead and we found ourselves in some wilderness that resembled an African savannah and the truck was running on empty. One of the guys sitting in the back pointed towards a big rectangular building, off in the distance up on a hill, that looked like some kind of old factory.

"There. What we need is in there," he said as the truck sputtered to a stop, now out of gas. We were about to exit the truck and continue on foot when, suddenly, one of those bat monsters from the Descent came out of nowhere and started trying to crawl its way into the truck to get at us. It gave up after a little while, at which point the guy who first pointed the building out volunteered to run for it and bring the gasoline out. We trying to talk him out of it, but he insisted it was the only choice we had and that he was the fastest runner of all of us.

So he set out and sprinted towards the building. We could see the bat monster circling in the sky high above him but he didn't notice. We tried to scream out and warn us, but he couldn't hear us. He was halfway there when the bat monster dove down towards him. He noticed it, panicked, and climbed up an acacia tree for some reason. The monster pounced him and started tearing him to pieces.

At this point, we noticed a small shack nearby and decided to run for it and search it while the bat monster was distracted. However, as soon as we opened the truck door, the bat monster came at us and pounced on me. The two surviving frens (the man and the woman) screamed in horror, but both were shrieking like little girls. This caused the monsters head to violently shake all about in agony and it retreated into the sky. At this point, we made note that high pitched noises hurt the monster and we ran towards the little shack.

The dream skipped ahead again to about 48 hours later. The shack had been completely empty and we were not in danger of dying in thirst. During the day, the bat monster would ceaselessly circle the shack, but it seemed to disappear somewhere at night. So, we decided we would wait until sundown and sneak towards the building with the gasoline. A little after the sun went down, we sneaked out of the shack, but we didn't make it far before the bat monster pounced out of nowhere and started tearing the second guy apart. Now just I and the woman were left. We ran back into the shack, but the monster chased us. It clamped down on my arm with its jaw and I could feel it had several rows of razor-sharp shark teeth. Yet, it was doing no damage.

At this point I realized I was only dreaming because, if it were real life, my arm would have been torn to ribbons. So, I took advantage of this moment of lucidity and made my smartphone appear in my hand. I went to the google play store and searched the word "shrieker." I clicked to download the first link that came up. After it installed, I opened it to discover it was some corny empire-building game that didn't make any shrieking noise. So I went back to the google play store, typed "shrieker" again, and this time I read the description of the apps.

I download an app described as "make annoying music" and a keyboard appeared on my scream. But, the bat monster began shaking me around, causing me to drop the phone.

I instructed the woman to pick up the phone and tap the highest-pitched key. She did so.

"beep" "beep" beep" "beep" No effect.

"No," I yelled. "Hold it down!"


The bat monster was thrown backwards out the door by the high-pitched beep and it fell to the ground unconscious. The woman and I grabbed shovels that had just suddenly appeared at our feet and we bashed the bat monster's face in.

The dream skipped ahead again and we were inside that building. We were running down a series of hallways leading to stairwells which led to more hallways. The woman was way ahead of me as my feet were dragging.


Part 2:
My feet were moving slowly as if I was trudging through sludge. Try as I might, I couldn't move any faster. At one point, the woman stopped and looked back with an expression of frustration.

"Sorry," I said. "I always run like this in dreams."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she replied. "But we need to hurry. I'm not sure that thing is dead."

Still lucid, I managed to teleport myself next to her and we arrived at a big metal door, but it was locked. The woman ran over to a locker in the wall, turned a combination, and opened it to pull out a key. She unlocked the door and we walked through to find a ladder leading way up to a hatch. We climbed the ladder and pushed open the hatch and a blinding light washed over us.

Suddenly I was in the kitchen of a fancy restaurant, working as a line cook and I forgot I was in a dream. The head chef came to me with a bunch of eggplant that he had seasoned a grilled and he instructed me to stuff it in a goose and bake it. So I did.

The eggplant-stuffed goose was brought out to a table and several people ate it and really enjoyed it.

Then, some old woman (who I assume was the manager or restaurant owner) started yelling at me that I overcooked the eggplant and deflated it. I tried to explain to her that it wasn't deflated. It was sliced and grilled and it wasn't even me who prepared it. The chef prepared it. But she kept talking over me so I lost my temper and got in her face and started yelling and cursing at her.

"Who," she said. "You don't have to get all belligerent."

"Yes I do," I screamed. "Because you always pull this shid. I told you the eggplant isn't deflated. It's sliced. And it wasn't overcooked it was good. Ask any of the guests. Ask the chef. There's nothing wrong with the fucking eggplant."

And then I woke up.
So, any ideas what this dream means?


Well, I'm a recovering drug addict(17 days sober so yay me), most of my dreams consist of very similar themes, very horror based dreams. e.g Very gory things like cutting open people, eating body parts and what not, also pills(lots of pills).
I'll keep you anons up to date if I see anything new or weird.


Today I dreamed of an advert for a type of door which could always be opened from the outside (if you have a special key I guess). It was an advert targeted at old ladies, and it showed how a grandma got into her apartment while a bunch of teens were partying there and trying to keep her outside. Also the teens were trying to open some locks by throwing them at the floor. The grandma opened the locks very easily
Another interesting detail was the design of the locks. They looked cheap and made of plastic in shapes of a heart, but were kinda solid. To open them, you had a typical key but you had to apply the side of the key on the lock, not insert it. It clicked a lever, but the lock would only open after a test of electric characteristics of the key (otherwise you could just use a coin to press the lever)
Funny, this could actually work I guess, even if it would be a pretty bad design considering it makes the locks battery dependent.
I like my dreams. In a way they are creative and interesting. They're nothing special though, some people have crazy dreams
>there was just watermelon addicts everywhere and then they pulled out there cocks and just started shooting cum at me
Whoa sb you didn't have to share your sexual fantasy with us


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Had a strange dream. For context, I'm working on a custom doll (ie. painting it, rerooting hair, sewing outfit).
The dream started with me alone in my room, cleaning. Everything was very pristine and organized, except for on top of my dresser - there was lots of jewlery and shiny things that glowed softly. It was night in the summer, though I heard no cicadas or frogs I knew they were there. I kept cleaning when I felt something watching me. That doll I'd been working on sat upright on the dresser and the head was back on (I had been unrooting the hair in real life right before I fell asleep so the head was "supposed" to be off). This terrified me to some core, because I thought it was real life in the dream and I remembered I had NOT left the doll like that. My closet was open as well, and inside was a latter to the latch that goes to the attic (there is an actual attic in my closet btw). I stood there for an uncomfortably long time before I decided to head up. I climbed up, and once I got to the top, I saw something shining by the window. I remember how dark it was inside compared to that light - but the color in the darkness was swirling - like the color you see when you close your eyes. All shades of color that mix together to become black. Before I could see what the shiny thingwas, something in my head said "finish that doll [anon]" and I woke up.
It was about 5 or 6 am when i woke up. I was a bit freaked out, but I did almost immediately start working on it without even getting ready for the day. I'm either being haunted by it or my brain decided I needed some good motivation.
Pic related is the doll so far sitting on some deer bones. I'm not even close to done but I spent a few hours today painting.


Sounds like you should take a break


Maybe you’re right.


Very nice doll, it must have been stress to finish it that made you had a nightmare


So i went to bed after waking up at 5 in the morning to go do manual labor and after going to bed around 1pm my dream went something like this :

I walk to my bathroom and stair at my mirror
i take a pair of earbuds out, i place one correctly in one ear, and i jam the audiojack in the other
i shove the audiojack so deep in to the point where it rupture's my eardrum
i feel very uncomfortable, but do nothing but stare at my eyes deeply
then i wake up

no clue what that means but ok, glad that's over.


An ant crawled into your ear dude


Thanks, I'm still working on it.. It's very special, and it won't be done until August because the hair won't be shipped until then.


damn it joel


One time I dreamed about having random dollar bills that didn't exist. It was all random numbers like 11, 28, 33, etc.


Another dream I had last night was strange and amusing, to be honest. In the dream, there was an argument over if alcohol should be legal or not. Somehow this was an issue in this year's presidential election. Because it was a dream I was randomly out and about it then dawned on me that a rally for this issue was happening. The people pro alcohol were Trump fans. Political rallies being a rally there had to be a chant. What they chanted was "drink harder for Trump!". The chant went on for a while but suddenly I woke up. It turns out that I needed to take a leak and I had almost "PISSED HARDER FOR TRUMP".


I keep dreaming non existent Family Guy episodes


Have you been watching family guy before you sleep or something?


lol what was it about?


I've just been watching a lot of Family Guy
In the most recent one Herbert became a police officer and then Quagmire murdered Joe and Herbet arrested him and then Peter got depressed


Do you record what you remember from the dreams or was this a one off dream?


I dont record what I remember from dreams I just remember them sometimes


I don't know why but i haven't been dreaming at all for several years, it's just me going to sleep and waking up without dreaming.


Has anyone ever had a 'dream' that's more like voluntary sleep paralysis? I remember 'waking' up to a smallish demon at my feet or edge of my bed looking back. I was either shaking or felt like I was being vibrated, but when I forced myself out of it, the demon was no where to be seen. When I fell back to sleep the vibrating would start again but no demon. I can't really describe the feeling, but its like during a earthquake (but not as strong as typical ones) but having a sense that something really bad is going to happen. Malaise i guess.
Have you did weed recently or around frens that do weed? Sometimes that's it or just being too tired or not remembering. I think a girl I hang around that vapes is the cause but I've had periods of no dreams, then periods of dreams



Dreams are fucking boring. No one cares about your dream but you. I fkn cringe when people talk about their dreams irl.


I respect your opinion, but don't you think dreams can be very imaginative? They are both based on reality and free from many of the rules of everyday life
But even if you dislike dreams yourself, you should know that for artists dreams can be a source of creative inspiration. I remember bill wurtz said that the chorus for one of his songs (I don't remember which) came straight from a dream


No, i'm clean, perhaps it's stress or something
>sleep paralysis
creepy situation where some stuffed animal floated around the room and tried to "lure me out"


I keep having re-occurring dreams where I wake up from a nap as if this real world is a dream. In the "real world" I am hunted by aliens/monsters/creatures that have been trying to wipe out humanity and have wiped most people out of existence and I'm trying to survive with other survivalists. The dreams continue to get creepier and worse the more I have them but they are very interesting I suppose. At least I haven't died yet in the dreams.


thats cool shid, make sure to remember/ write stuff down
seems like it could be made into a novel or something


Is it realistic, or is it more cartoony?


Oh okay, I guess you could've called be a secondhand smoker because I was some fren smoking weed or vaping and was under a bridge so maybe, but even then I was dreaming quickly later. God damn girl vapes all the time with some strawberry scented one and just blows smoke constantly, no one else in the group does it, even ones with cigerettes don't. fucking vapefags. Perhaps you're just forgetting most of the dreams or taking some medicine.
>lure me out
yeah thats shid sounds creepy. Are you the anon who also had the dream about the doll looking at you and then going up the attic?


seconding this, what do they look like?


I had a dream where I was back in high school for some strange reason. High school was generally a bad time for me so it was strange when the people in the dream were being genuinely lovely in high school were fake nice in order for them to feel better about themselves. My dream does move forward to main event quickly a battle royal of sorts. The last one standing gets something cool gift. I go up against this big jock sort of guy. My move set is tripping with a tennis ball and various kicks. I end up winning the fight with a two legged jump kick sending the jock flying. I won, but I do not get recognized as the winner even though everyone else was knocked out prior to my fight ending. Maybe the person I beat was supposed to win. I don't know what the dreams mean.


yeah i get sleep paralysis a lot, but i am usually too much of a little bitch to let myself go through it. i started getting it when i was like 11 and thought it was spooki demon bois from hell. it's still annoying even though i now think demons are innocent. but usually the thing that happens that's the most potent feeling and weird and startling as fuck is, after i have a good fap, if i lay on my bed and start to drift off into post nut relaxation, i'll feel / hear a SPPRRRRRT! like someone raspberrying right inside my head for a split second, as well as get the strong feeling like there's a man-sized insectoid astral creature sticking its long ass mosquito noodle nose right into the center of where my brain would be if i had a body. not necessarily sucking my brains out, but just noodling its faggot nose around there. it feels like a sub-sentient being though. whenever this happens it's not scary, but really startling. i always jolt up. one time the apparition was so vivid that i had to flail my arms in front of my face for a couple seconds before i stopped "seeing" it before my waking eyes (but not really sight, it was more like in each individual moment i remembered seeing it there but it wasn't there during any "rendered frame" of vision). i kind of get the feeling that this is some kind of astral being drawn to my general faggotry like a moth to a flame, and that it exists on the level of astral vibration that my current psyche resonates the most with, which is a plane of weird-as-fuckness as well as pretty fucking annoying.

now as for an actual dream i once had: imagine you're in some kind of Myst-esque world, like in the central tower in the hub world in Exile. i was in a thematically similar area, but there wasn't any kind of plot. there was an elevator that you would use to get up into this place, which was kind of like a loft, so the elevator was the only way up. but if you would accidentally ride the elevator into the underground instead of just down to the mezzanine, you'd enter a place where 1,000 people were murdered and their souls remained. now, i was alone except for i had a black labrador next to me, and then the elevator came up by itself. the doors opened, and nobody was inside it, but the black lab took notice, faced the elevator, and let out one, cautious, bark. then i felt the resonance of 1,000 murdered souls emanating from the elevator. i could feel their anger and bitterness at having been murdered; it wasn't directed at me, but it could swallow me. i was acutely aware of the fact that there was nothing standing between me and their pain.
then i woke up.


>i won, but i was not recognized as the winner
>maybe the other guy was supposed to win
>t. donald trump


i had a similar dream once. i don't have any dolls or anything, but in the dream i had two versions of Big Bird from seasame street: a smol ~6" one, and a life-sized one. i kept both of them in my basement, which was very cluttered with lots of boxes etc. and it was dark and dusty down there. so in the dream, i was refurbishing the 6" big bird, whose color had washed out; i was squirting it with a spray-bottle filled with Sunny-D to put more yellow in it. then i noticed that the life-size Big Bird was over in a corner where i hadn't left him, facing me, judging me. i sprayed the smol doll more frantically, trying to appease Big Bird by honoring his smol likeness. but the color wouldn't stay. Big Bird wasn't amused.


Wow did not recognize how that could be related. I have been paying attention to that and that may be part of the reason that dream occured.


He is a seer


Any Advice given or some person or thing acting as a 'guide' or 'teacher' in someway in a dream? I can remember a few, like one time I had one when I was very young, like before 10, basically it started with me 'waking up' in my dark bedroom to find arms and hands reaching out to me but flaying around to feel where I was, however when I looked to my left, there were hands reaching to me, but more blue and astral or heavenly looking than the dirtied and blood-smeared ones. The good hands saved me from the whatever by pulling me away and into the bathroom (through the wall). I found myself seated on the toilet with its lid down and some victorianque people around but I think one was a soldier or knight. There was three of them there: One bearded man in his 30s-40s who was in a black suit with a moustache, the other in the middle was a woman in her 30s-40s who wore a victorian or dress from the 1920s to 30s, and a man in armor. They told me they were ghosts or spirits or some protecter dieties of my county/town (I'm from Ireland for ref), and to not be harmed from evil or those hands (i.e don't be pocessed or be influenced by it) and that they will protect me if I call for their help.
I was also having dreams of another entity (some purplish monster) pulling me through from room to room with me actually waking up in said room.>>7341


So around 5 in the morning i woke up from a nightmare.
Goes as such, seen through fish eye camera lens, dim colors and in a faintly dark room. for some reason my brain related this dream to "harry potter" but nothing i can think of in it is related. there's this girl, 5 feet 8 inches, wearing a tank top, shorts, brown hair kinda mousey looking if that makes sense, i feel scared, like something bad's gonna happen. She's looking for something, a certian knife that can kill some guy, because he can't be killed by any other weapon. she finds it, and i know something bad will happen, and i start to feel scared, heart pounding type of thing, she finds the knife (looks like a toy daggar, weird blocky red thing with a shiny curved blade, on the hilt a green eye is mounted) and gets quiet. the finished prepairing herself for whats t o come untill some slightly overweight middle aged man walks in the room, (it's him) she starts screaming like she's getting killed and frantically stabs at him. he says hello with an odd tone of voice. the mad is wearing a blue polo shirt and jeans or some thing like that. it feels like he isnt supposed to exist in that relm or something like that, and remember when its summer, and you look at a large metal object like a car, and you see heat waves coming off of it? well he had that type of stuff coming off of him. he did seem normal anyhow. In a fright, i woke up and got out of bed. wasnt exactly scary so i'm unsure why i reacted like that. and i havent watched or read any form of media that's even related so i am quite confused how it's related to me or what it even means.

You rolled the number 39682757 (no dubs or higher)


Maybe it's some type of psychological thing where you feel safe every day, and your feelings mantifests in the form of a guardian.


And I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm Brian are the best I've ever had


What happened in those dreams? I am unfamiliar with Family Guy so please add context about Brian.


Brian is the dog, often found hanging out with Stewie (the baby)


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Yesterday, I had a weird dream. I was Finn from Adventure Time, we decided to explore some forbidden cave along with Jake. We entered it and it was okay at first, but then we woke up some ancient demon, and he, in turn, awoke his brethren who were sleeping inside cave. We tried to run away and block the cave's exit, but they got out and started to rewrite reality. I don't really remember what happened after that, but I think I escaped from them into new world.

Then I woke up and thought it's a good time to finally start watching Adventure Time. This show is so random.



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Had a rather odd and uncomfortably consistent nightmare/dream last night. For context, most of my dreams are very realistic and detailed, and sometimes seem to have a consistent story. This is one I had last night.

My family - mom, sister, me, and a brother - moved into a haunted house for free - on the condition we would sell our souls to the building if we somehow got connected to it or messed it up. So we took the offer bc we were poor.
The house itself was not too bad - a bit run down, old style like a victorian house with lots of detail on everything from the tile patterns in the kitchen to the decor on the doors.
Immediately upon moving in, things started to happen. Seeing faces and shadow people, hearing voices, etc. At one point a shrill scream just echoed out from the house. We would see weird deformed potato people in rooms, similar to the creatures I had in another dream about an obese black man that ate people.
My sister and I sat on the couch to talk and she said she just heard someone speak Russian in her ear and petting her shoulder. We called him a perv and laughed and the couch moved.
We saw our dog whimpering and limping upstairs on the balcony, and no one did anything until I realized he was bleeding. I ran up but he ran past me. He was holding a camera in his mouth and I grabbed it. Never looked at it. We inspected him and found shards of glass in his foot. We fixed him up with bandages and he was ok.
At one point I entered a room and a small blonde girl sat on a stool facing the window. Written around her in red on the walls and floor was stuff like “GOD LEFT HER DEAD” and "DON'T LOOK DON'T LOOK" and arrows pointing to her and stuff.
I touched her shoulder and she faced me - she was a normal girl, kind of animu. She said the spirits had trapped her there when her family left and I had freed her, so she joined our family. I was suspicious but eh whatever she was cute.
She was fun and cool and suddenly got older to my age, where before she had been a little gir. So she joined us in the garden outside.
More weird shid and spirits floated around us to scare us but we brushed them off to look at art on a computer. My mom sat in a sun hat fanning herself, my sister reading a book, and me, my brother, and the blonde girl were just talking. Then we saw faces on the second floor peeking out of holes/windows. About 3 incredibly grotesque and almost melty or deformed faces. One, I recall, was large and dark purple with deep, dark eyes with no shine and deep circles beneath them. It had skin like a potato - bumpy and disgusting with things poking out. The blonde girl flew/climbed up and got close. My brother shouted like “Don’t go near them! They’re traps!”
and I made the joke,“They aren’t very good at passing then” or something funny and he laughed. Then a ghoul emerged and scared the piss out of me.

I woke up thinking I had seen something in the dark and jumped. Not fun dealing with the paranoia from a nightmare at 5am. It'd be good to make it into a book.
Btw the potato people kind of looked like pic related (SCP-173), except with deep black eyes, no mouths or noses, and skin like a potato with lumps, "eyes," spots, etc. Their limbs are also more gnarled and some are missing arms or legs. Always very very still and unmoving, but watchful, glaring into your soul. They disgust me, which is why they always show up in my dreams.


I had a dream that my trampoline was fixed. I miss my trampoline, it was a fun exercise and a good excuse to go outside. I miss looking at the scenic areas of my yard as I bounce. Delusionally I thought it wasn't a dream so I guess I really miss using that toy.


Last night before I went to bed I was thinking about buying items with the Paypal pay in four payment option. Paying in four is not the most difficult when there are few payments it does become difficult however it becomes difficult when you have many payment plans. Last night's dream was about how investing via this method is a good idea. One quote that I remember is "the pay in four is convenient for anon". Lole my dreams are weirder by the day.


Had a dream where I drowned at the beach of a coney-island like beach(I explicitly remember that it was NOT Coney Island nor was it trying to be), attractions and all past the boardwalk. I didn't feel any pain, nor did I go through the whole process, only a few seconds; the former of these things is unusual for my dreams, as I even feel the pain tingle through my body as I wake up. I cut to just standing in front of a short tropical looking house, think the kinda house you'd find in Florida, with the Grim Reaper there. After he'd explained that I'd died, my heart sank a bit, but over the course of what I perceived as several minutes, I slowly came to the idea. We just read what I remember to be a mix of science-fiction and philosophy together on the front of the house, I was put back into the "drown" scene to try and fail to swim to shore, and the dream ended there.

There was a segment before all this, but it's been so long since that night that I can no longer remember it.


Huh, that sounds oddly nice (besides the drowning part) i wonder why he'd just say "fuck it, lets read some sci-fi" instead of just passing you on to the afterlife like he'd normally do?


It was my understanding that the house *was* the afterlife, sort of a middle-ground sort of thing, but in hindsight I agree.


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I had a really strange and unnerving dream last night.

In the dream I was walking around my old school. Suddenly I have to piss and I think it would be hilarious to go into some empty classroom and piss there. However, for some reason I just decide to go into one of the bathrooms. I find the nearest bathroom, lock the door and start pissing in the toilet. I look up to see a mirror in front of me. When I see my own face, I realize I'm dreaming and that I'm in a dream. At this point many thoughts cross my mind.
First, I think that this is my dream. That means I can control it and I can do anything I want in here. I try to manipulate the world around me with thoughts but I cannot. Then I think I should choose my thoughts carefully. Can my imagination take physical form in the dream world? Do I control which thoughts do and which don't? What if negative thoughts can manifest in the dream?
When I think this an image flashes in my mind. I thought of this one teacher in the school who was really abusive towards me. She was comically nightmarish in my imagination, with red eyes, sharp fangs and tentacles coming out of her back.
A few seconds pass in the dream. Someone knocks on the bathroom door. This made me feel really anxious, as I thought I was in control of the dream. I tried manipulating it again but I couldn't. I was also still pissing. I wanted to leave but I couldn't stop pissing and I didn't want to piss outside of the bowl. It was like I was fully conscious watching through my own eyes while I was under the control of someone else. Someone knocked on the door a second time, then I woke up.


i think its like if you have "deep thoughts" about stuff you dont really think about, then manifesting in the form of the dream. you can taste, feel, and think, but you cant read and dont have control over what you do, (even if you have control, its your subconscious mind making you think you are the puppet master and not the puppet.


I've been thinking a lot about lucid dreaming lately. I'd really like to try it. I've heard that mixing milk and honey in a glass and drinking it right before bed is supposed to make your dreams lucid.


Also, apple juice


Freshly made from apples or just store-bought?


whatever, it cant be diluted tho. concentrated or as raw "pure" as you can get.


I had a dream where there was a cat that talked just like Felix the Cat even though he looked like a regular cat. He was straightforward and optimistic to the point that he almost seemed naive, but I couldn't tell if he was really wise. There was a great landscape of green hills. Eventually another cat like the first one showed up, but I think this one was some sort of shapeshifting impostor. I remember that this confused the first cat somewhat, but I'm not able to recall how everything went. I think it ended pleasantly, at least. I felt like I could learn from the cat.


this is amazing, truily you have been blessed


I had a brief dream involving the Erlking. As I've stated in another bread I am autistically afraid of this creature. In the dream the Erlking threatened to kill me unless I completed his obstacle course in his mansion. When I started the challenge i was jittery and I struggled completing the first obstacle. I woke up before anything else happened. I have no clue what this means.


You'll have to complete his other challenges every night untill you are done, good luck lol. What was his mansion like?


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I haven't completed one challenge since I haven't remembered a dream since then. I feel like he will kill me in my dream and wake up if this dream happens again. The mansion looked like pic-related on the outside and, the hallways had blue furniture.


Are you facing hardships in your life? Some IRL obstacle, physical or not, that's worrying you?


Something that is worrying me is that I do not have enough time to enjoy my hobbies because I get distracted by other stuff. I do not think it is because of hardship because I've been afraid of the Erlking for over a decade.


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I had a dream where I was supposed to learn a software technique that would allow two applications to stay in sync without communicating, only receiving the same inputs at the same time. I'm sure this has been done, but the weird thing is that in my dream, it was referred to as a "blue hug". This made a lot of sense to me and I thought it must be real term even for a little while after I woke up. Obviously it's not, but it totally should be.


perhaps there's a way to beat him, maybe there's lore about it somewhere


Another weird one: There were three political parties called the establishment, the church, and the mayonnaise party. I was in the third one. It was just me and this other guy, and we would go around outdoors, finding bottles of mayonnaise and emptying them into our reserves. Apparently this was important, because the other parties would always show up a few minutes later like they had been trying to get there first. It seemed like tensions were high, but I'm not sure what the point was.


Sounds like the boston tea party event but with mayo being dumped instead of tea. Either way fuck the church and the establishment and sign me up for the mayo party, brother


Can't dream anymore and i'm unsure how one can fix such a thing


If you smoke catnip stop and you will start dreaming again in about a week.


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no, i don't smoke the 'nip, perhaps it must be something else


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I had a dream where I was in an area resembling a dungeon, with the walls and floors made of large stone blocks, but it was above-ground and had windows overlooking a crowded street. In the dungeon, there was a phone like the sort you might see in a hotel room (i.e. built into the wall, made of yellowed plastic). I walked by the phone and went ahead to look out a window. In the crowd, I spotted Konata Izumi. Strangely, my reaction was something along the lines of "fancy seeing you here". Then, I kept looking and I saw more of her. I was surprised just to see the second, but then I counted at least six and they became too numerous to track despite not having been obvious before. They began to show defects, such as different hairstyles or eye colors. Then, I turned around and saw one right behind me. She was so different from Konata that I'm not sure how I even recognized her; she really bore a stronger resemblance to Tsukasa. I ran away down the hall, but I was going away from the entrance. I don't recall what happened after that. I think I'll be okay as long as I don't start seeing them in real life.


That sounds nightmarish. The defects really freak me out, it's like they're broken copies of copies masquerading as the real thing.


Weird, it reminds me of one of those haunted house attractions. I wonder what they would have done if you just stood still, and are they the actual character or something attemping to copy the character to lure you into a false sense of security?


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OH shid RUN


I had two diffrent dreams and both of them affected me irl.
In the first, i had a pet squirrel that was abandoned as a baby and it became my pet. i had to save it after the squirrel became lost in the woods. afterwards, i fell asleep in my dream but it wandered in my closet and i woke up irl to free it and i realised that i dont own a squirrel.
The second dream was also related to the woods even though there are no woodlands in my local area, nor have i visisted one irl. I went for a short walk and accidentily stepped in a puddle, soaking my right leg. I somehow felt exausted and i rushed home and fainted in my bed. I then woke up irl because i realised my right sock must be soaking wet and i didnt want it to soak my bed. It wasn't.


It's interesting how dreams can seep into reality sometimes. I wonder just what they are.


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I had a strange but comfy dream last night.
In my dream I had to leave my home country and go to America to live with a foster family. The reason for this was never clear. I was anxious over leaving but once I got there it was really nice. It was like a family straight out of some 50s or 60s American movie. Their two story house was very big and bright.
The father was a kind man with dark hair and glasses. He always wore jeans and a shirt along with black shoes. I don't remember the mother very well but she was nice too. She wore an apron. They had many children of various ages who now became my de-facto stepsiblings. They were all really close and were happy to meet me. One girl wore a blue dress and had pigtails. The oldest of them looked like Fonzie but I distinctly knew he was not Fonzie. We all went to their huge bedroom and we sat down on the floor, some of them sat on their beds. We talked about this and that well into the evening and had a great time. Then we went to sleep.
In the morning I went to school with them and we had classes together. After class we went to the cafeteria where a bully with an emo haircut tried to mess with them but I stood up to him. The bully got really angry but I stood my ground and stared him down. Eventually he left. All my stepsiblings were really proud of me and cheered me on. They said they were glad to have me as their new fren and brother.
The next thing I remember is me walking into their house alone. It was empty. I saw a newspaper on the kitchen table. I picked it up and read it. The front page said that this foster family of mine was actually the cast of the Brady Bunch (even though they looked nothing like the Brady Bunch). I realized that since they're fictional characters it's impossible for me to interact with them. I felt a deep sadness well up inside of me as I knew I would never meet them again. Then I woke up.


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I've just woken up, and I had some interesting dreams, so I'll post about them while I remember them.
In the first one, I was on a long train ride to some place, and I had my dogs with me (this was nice because they died a while ago). Chirico Cuvie (pic related) was also my dog somehow. I looked out the window and was pleased by the way the landscape went by. I went on 22chan and posted about how this amused me, then I wrote about how strange it was that I regarded the future with what could only be called nostalgia.
In another dream, I was at some nondescript mall restaurant resembling Dairy Queen with one of my brothers. He ordered a meal which had the option of ordering a crepe with it, and he specified that he wanted no crepe. After his order, they held up a crepe and asked if he would like it, saying they would throw it away if he didn't. This angered him somewhat because it was a rather transparent ploy to make him buy the crepe so they wouldn't waste the food. He bought it for that reason, and then they told him that if you buy a meal with a crepe, you pay the price of the meal and the crepe plus an extra dollar. He was PISSED, and he told the lady behind the counter what he thought of that, then I went to the next dream.
I was in a neighborhood in some location I didn't recognize with little grass and a lot of direct sunlight. There was a swing made out of a door tied to a tree. It was near a body of water, but when I tried it, I could not get it to swing far enough to put me in the water, so I gave up. I walked around the neighborhood and witnessed an altercation with the police. I forget the issue but I think they were basically being control freaks over some nonsense law. Someone used a grappling hook on a nearby house, but then didn't actually climb it and instead launched another hook at the cops while they were distracted. It pierced one of their eyes. He fell over and decayed at an alarming rate, and I decided to leave because it was a little disturbing and I didn't want to get in trouble.
Sometime later, I was in some kind of supermarket with an old fren of mine. It was good to see him because we haven't met in a while. We were trying to set up a tabletop RPG campaign, so I went to purchase Pocky. I only had 25 cents, and I discovered that the only Pocky they were selling for that price was used Pocky, which I did not purchase because the idea disgusted me. I returned with no Pocky and we began to set up our characters. He insisted that one's sex could be determined by holding two fingers behind one's back and flexing, then observing a pattern of veins that would emerge on the chest. He demonstrated, showing a distinct C shape, and inquired if I was a "C-ring" as well. I was confused and thought he was talking about a tattoo I had in the shape of a C (I don't have any tattoos IRL). Then when I got the point, I woke up and wrote this.
I'm glad that I got a lot of sleep and had some interesting dreams.


comfy dreams


Had a funny one like a month ago I've been meaning to post.

I was at some conference attending a talk about the history of some open source project. When the first talk was over, the creator of 2hu came on stage, but it wasn't ZUN, but rather some old guy looking like Ken Tompson or Denis Ritchie.
At that point my mom, who was sitting next to me, gets up to leave the room because "oh, its your animu stuff", but before she is out of the room, the guy plays some lewd cutscene from what looks like a PC-98 eroge, making me feel rather awkward.
Some time later, we all get on a train and ride it through a city of low-poly commieblocks with low-res textures.
The train keeps accelerating, and eventually takes off to the skies.
Suddenly the train is tightly packed with people, and i realize that i haven't showered in a week, however the people around me don't seem to notice, despite being mere inches away.
Then i am on the Internets and post about the dream on 22chan (while still dreaming).


In my dream i bought a cat, it was grey. I was researching how to raise it and it took me a while to learn the ropes but eventually it trusted and loved me. I eventually noticed that my wallet was getting lighter and i sadly realised i needed more money to keep my fluffy fren alive and i'd also lose time that i'd always spend with the cat. I was worried she would get lonely so i'd make sure to try and make it home quickly. After coming home one day from work the cat was gone and after a week of frantic searching the cat made it back but it was skittish, protective and angry and it ran away again so i thought i'd never see her again. Turns out she was pregnant and after having kittens she was back to normal and i had more fluffy frens to deal with. weird dream but enjoyable, an overall 10/10


That sounds like a pleasant dream. Everything turning out just fine is a great thing.


Why do i feel like this dream took place in japan?


Mine was weird, Had a cousin that only exists in dreamland but not irl, We had met as kids for the first time and we thought he was selfish because he chose to invite his frens too without talking with us but everything actually ended up fine and we became close frens. Meeting him and his was the best thing that happened in my life, apparantly i discribed it as "like the first time you ever have sex with a girl or getting married", even though we literally did nothing interesting whatsoever but sitting on a couch for 3 hours and talking about stuff. I had a notebook with me and they stole it and drew literally everything we talked about, like us sitting there and talking about stuff drawn in some shid weeb animu style art. I guess it reminds me of the way Napoleon Dynamite drew the liger thing. in the dream it was basically the bible to me and i'd read it every day obsessively. My cousin left to africa to live in a mud hut and i never saw him since. Flash forward to 2030 and we get a call, He got a job offer to build drywall in russia, and he'll make 105k$ per second. In africa he made folding tables out of water but apparantly it wasn't paying well and he also ate most of his child-brides and the people of africa had a change.org thing to remove him within the month so its not like he had any choices in the matter. He planned on driving from africa to america to where i live so he can pick me up. He was afraid of getting attacked, one example of his attackers is colored air, and if i joined him, i'd keep him safe and he'd also pay me. My mother didnt want me to join him because "he did secret hand gestures as we where speaking to him" therefore he was untrustworthy. My memories with him was too much for me to handle, I told her to lick my arm and i bitch slapped her in like mach 10 speed (if that makes sense, also my hand was glowing purple) and it broke her neck. I forgot to mention that in the year 2030, Russia is a total hell hole. Stalin had a secret great grandson that looks exactly like him and became a great dictator. He declared war on america and "the rest of the cultured world" mainly because he just read orwell's animal farm and he got pissed stalin was depected as a pig and he doesnt eat pigs because hes jewish. Russia became a third world country and they built giant mech suits and shid, it was chaos. We drove off to russia in a little buggy and the radio was broken and only played Chumbawamba's Tubthumping on repeat, it couldnt stopped even if the car was off. Even though i dreamed it yesturday i dont know what happened, i remember some parts of driving whilst the music was playing then BAM, next thing you know hes gone and i became a russian freedom fighter/superhero type called the riceman. I'm guessing my cousin died because i was sad, yeah thats pretty much it, i hate it and it's a retarded dream lol.


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I had a really strange and detailed dream tonight.
I joined a reality TV show that was set on an island. Time passed in the dream as I progressed through this show, then to my surprise came a challenge where the objective was to avoid drinking poison. I was taken to a vaguely cafeteria-like room. We were given two drinks that we had to choose from, one of them being poisonous. I thought it was really weird but I managed to cheat by observing the staff mixing the drinks. They mixed strange, green liquid in test tubes. For the first two rounds I avoided drinking the poisoned drinks. On the third round, I again watched them mix the drinks and saw that they filled both glasses with poison. The game was rigged, they intended for me to die. The staff placed the glasses in front of me, then eagerly waited and stared at me. All the cameras were on me, everyone was watching. I said to myself "Fuck it" and threw the drinks and the apparatus off the table and bolted for the door. The staff tried to stop me and alerted others that I was trying to escape. I exactly remember how but I did escape the room. I remember it was very intense.
I ran away from them and came upon a town of some sort. I had somehow acquired a black covid mask and I was wearing it. I met a group of black people who told me they were walking to the airport to get on a flight off the island. I befriended them and walked with them. I felt safer. I somehow convinced them I was also black?
We walk down a pathway in between some houses and come upon a big, sandy beach. The sun is shining and the skies are blue. I see an airplane on the beach and there's a ramp connected to it. There are people boarding the plane. The airport is right next to the plane and we walk inside. I'm fearful that someone will recognize me and as soon was I walk inside and employee stops me. He's wearing the same outfit as the staff on the movie set; a black and green shirt, the colors divided by a sharp line that goes at an angle across the chest, and black pants and shoes. He asks me to come over to a machine he's standing next to. I don't want to arouse suspicion so I do as he says. He asks me to put my thumb on the machine. It's a scanner of some sort, with a small screen above the scanning platform. Knowing I'm fucked either way, I put my finger on the scanner. A red line goes down the platform and scans my fingerprint. The screen starts flashing red and a security system starts honking loudly. The employee shouts that I'm the one who escaped from the movie set. I tear off my covid mask and start running like mad. More employees come out and they're all chasing me through the airport. I recognize some of them from the movie set. For some reason there are cans of spray paint in the airport. I grab them as I run and I start throwing them at the staff that are chasing me. They erupt on the ground in front of them, spraying black paint everywhere and slowing them down. I run up to the second floor. There are more employees coming and I realize I'll have to do something drastic to get out of here.
I grab one of the employees, a young woman, and I run with her inside a small room. I lock the door behind us and I start brutally beating her with a can of spray paint. It was fucking vicious. I smashed the can over and over into her head and face. I smashed it into her mouth and broke most of her teeth. Her face was bruised, cut up and covered in blood. She was crying but I didn't care, it was either them or me. I hold her in front of me like a hostage and step out of the room. More employees are waiting outside the door but they back off once they see I've got a hostage. I tell them I'll killer her if they come too close. I hurry through the airport, throwing more cans of spray paint at the staff as I go, and I find the airplane. I push the battered woman away and go into the plane, where I finally feel safe.
There are a lot of people I recognize inside the plane. Many of my friends from high school and the people I met on the way. There was some guy with a sleeping child as well. I sat down and I could finally relax a little. I knew the staff wouldn't come in the plane, there are way too many witnesses. But then a news segment started on a TV inside the plane.
There was this big flat screen TV at the front of the plane. I recognized myself in the news segment, so I stood up and walked to the TV. It was a propaganda campaign by the reality TV company, showing me in a negative light. It consisted of news anchors saying I was a madman who attacked staff on the island for no reason. They played clips of me throwing cans at the staff. The way the clips were edited made it seem like I was the aggressor, not them. The clips were interspersed with crude cartoons of me smoking, which I don't do. After the news segment was over, I woke up.


*I can't exactly remember


Why you have bones on picture ?


>convinced them you where black
>beats white woman viciously
hell i'm convinced your black


Dispite being horrifying it's actually a neat dream that would make for a decent twilght zone episode


Yeah, I woke up thinking "Man, that was crazy".

It was so weird lol. It was like the covid mask just made them think like "Yeah dis guy black!".


Anyone else feel like they have more of a connection and bond with the people in the dreams rather than the people irl? Usually when I dream of people that I know like frens or teachers, I have feelings of trust and some connection with them like I've known them since childhood and had memories with them. But if I were to actually see and be in front of them, I'd see them as fake and being polite to me instead of actually being frens or whatever. I've also had dreams where it was the opposite, I had the same feeling of them as above, being kinda meh or unsure of them, but then in the dream seeing them pure hate me and disgusted at me.
Probably has something to do with how I actually think about them, but kinda wish I could have the "vn frenship bond" in everyday interactions instead of getting lucky and having dreams of talking to people


Yeah, your right. Your brain is projecting your personal feelings into them in dreamland. To me its just randomly generated people since i really don't have people that i know around me.


I had a dream that I was driving a really fast car that was ridiculously hard to control. While I was driving I was somehow in another place at the same time, looking at a top-down view of the car on a computer screen while controlling it with a mouse. I had to make really retarded, jerky moves with the mouse to control the car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I hit a small child with my car. I jerked the mouse to the right and as my car turned sharply the back side of the car slammed into the child and sent that poor fucker flying over the parking lot while wailing. I thought to myself "Oh shid I better just ignore that" and kept driving. I somehow managed to cross several hundred miles of highway in just a handful of seconds. The cops were soon on me and I decided to stop the car. I talked to the cops who said that I backhanded that kid with my car and gave me a paper that just said I was under arrest. Then they took my drivers license and left. I was feeling scared but then I remembered I could just reload before all this happened, as I had saved my game before leaving the parking lot. I felt relieved as I reloaded and just as I did I woke up.


If only you can do that in real life
>hits kid
>i better ignore that


Why do i have a feeling this took place in GTA


I dreamed of the most beautiful place. There were mountains and wildflowers, and a river. And the sky, good God that sky. I could have sat and just looked at that sky spinning round until I starved. I would be happy to die like that, in a place like that. Even now I can't get those mountains out of my head


Thats great, nature dreams are the best.


I had a dream while napping today, that I found unsettling.
It did not make much sense, and im not sure how it happened in the dream, but at a certain point I was transported to the "future". It seemed to be approximately 100 years in the future. There was less change than I would have expected for a century, all I saw were some new buildings and upgrades to existing ones in my hometown, along with electric cars and some weird lights retrofitted onto familiar buildings. Those who I love were there too, we were riding around in our car for some reason, looking at the changes to my hometown. Dad commented that "our car must be like a ford model T to these people" referring to its now-antique quality, after he said this people started smiling and waving at us and our cool vintage car. The dream world was somewhat busy, lots of people on foot. I felt the entire time an urge to get back to my own time, but I was trapped in the future. Eventually I woke up, but the unsettling feeling was strong enough to persist into the waking world for several minutes.


One dream I had this week involved a wolf and some girl. I tried to escape the wolf's attention but, the wolf had its eyes set on me. The girl in the dream just watched me intently. I eventually was able to restrain the wolf by leaving the room and locking the door behind me but towards the end of the dream, the wolf started to break down the door. I woke up anything further happened.


I just remembered I had a one fucking scary end to a dream not too long ago. The dream was like an average dream about daily life with weird stuff all over, but then it all turned dark, and I heard a vile voice that said something along the lines of:
>Let's see if you can scream loudly enough so someone comes to wake you up
I tried to scream, but I couldn't get any voice out. I filled my lungs with air, but could not scream at all, while the darkness grew even more empty. I woke up making the sounds of a raped chicken, but it wasn't loud at all. This last part has happened to me a lot over the years (Trying to scream with no sound). I wonder why that is


>raped chicken
should i even ask how'd you know what that sounds like


>while the darkness grew even more empty
What does even mean?
^ I am confused


I meant that the dark got darker
Have you ever heard a chicken in pain? It's that, but with a lot more feeling


In a dream I had last night, a current and a former fren had died. The dream didn't elaborate how they died but I was notified that both of them were dead. This dream hit me in the feels because I think my dream was analogous to my grandparents. I haven't had my grandparents for over 1/2 of my life at this point and it feels like I never knew them as well as the normal person gets to know their grandparents.


Consider talking to them now, and getting to know them better before you run out of time


My grandmother died over ten years ago, and my grandfather died before I was born. That leaves me out of time.


Then ask your parents about them, and remember that other people are in the same situation as you so just enjoy quality time with your family while you still can.>>7341


i had a dream that i somehow got a glimpse of reality. Reality was that everyone was living in a pod and living in a dream world, like the matrix. except the pods were in a cave and made of green goo. I saw people getting dragged over by tentical arms with saws and getting chopped up, and saw MRE's on a conveyor belt, and i realized humanity was just being raised as cattle as food for another race, and dying naturally in dream world just meant you were ready for harvest. I got back into dream world in dream, and just had to accept my reality that i was destined to be a hamburger for aliens.


lol literally the matrix


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I had a dream like the ones max payne has, except instead of it being a maze in max payne's house it was one of the hallways in my old highschool.

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