I don't usually dream but every time I do its either a dream where people die or its very surreal
I just dreamt of a JRPG where the last section of the game is timed and you need to rescue your friends from the end of the universe and fight the big bad, but there's not enough time to rescue everyone. Not sure if something like that existd
I had a dream that there was a red message in the messages section saying that sushichan was going to have a page limit
Then somehow I bumped the announcement thread from the last thread in the board, idk how
this is too sad to think about as a real game. you should still be able to rescue all of your frens if you play your cards perfectly, perhaps even from early on in the game and you get the true ending, otherwise it's too sad…..
I like my media bittersweet, but I guess if you were someone very very skilled you could save everyone.>you should still be able to rescue all of your frens if you play your cards perfectly, perhaps even from early on in the game and you get the true ending
There's actually a game that does that, but still, I like some bitterness to all of it.
>>11349>there's not enough time to rescue everyone.
Broken age has a concept like this, but it's just a mini game used as plot tool not a core mechanic.
I had a dream like that too. My brain somehow knows when I'm about to wake up so it puts ends to my dreams, surreal and non conclusive often. One of them was a character in my dreams saying "You have to come back into the dream world and help us", they did need my help tbf. Felt bad after never having visited them again and I had another dream with them. Last dream I ever had of that world
Just had a dream that I was at my job fixing an IT problem. It as at the point that I was waking up but I wanted to fix the problem first.
Dude I took a nap and had a dream where I was walking through a mansion of some sort and there was a decently hot, vaguely white woman with shoulder length wavy hair who would try to seduce you and stab you (and I knew if when I was walking by), and when I walked by her she grabbed me and said "hey you're totally my type let's go out", exact words. Before I could so much as say "thanks but" she tried to cut my head off but I caught her hand and she seemed duly impressed. I remember being impressed by how fast she got that fucking butcher knife out too and told her as much. Then she told me that I'd passed and I walked away but not before hearing her say the same thing to someone behind me.
I keep a pretty detailed dream journal, but if I'm too tired while writing I'll end up with an entry that is complete gibberish or too abstract to really remind me of what the dream was about.
Favorite example is a dream journal entry that just says "McDonalds dnd and multicolored slime girls". Still have no idea what that one was about, but I probably enjoyed it.
I had a dream that Sushichan changed themes to a darker one with stars in the background, and the navigation links were replaces with small pixelated anime girls who were running in place, which displayed the name of the board when you hovered on them. It looked pretty spiffy
I'll just write down the last truly vivid dream I had. It's almost been a year but I still think about it:
I go out to smoke a cigarette somewhere, sort of like a bus stop but not quite. As I sit and debate whether to buy a new pack of cigarettes or dig out the ancient pack I have in my closet, a beautiful girl I’ve seen a few times before walks by. As she passes me, a note drops from her hand, which reads ‘Aren’t you going to ask me out?’. So I ask her out.
She’s very sweet, charming, and sociable. She kind of looks like Sumi from Kanojo Okarishimasu. As we walk through downtown Stockholm, I step over a spread of very ugly Tarot cards laid out near observatorielunden. The only card I remember is a strange mixture of the designs for four of wands and eight of wands in the Thoth deck, but I identify it as eight of wands in the dream. I tell her it's an odd coincidence that would someone leave Tarot cards out like that, and she says ‘Do you really think I’d approach you without doing some research?’, implying that she laid the cards out ahead of time to impress me. I am deeply moved by the gesture and fall in love with her, even though I don't care that much about Tarot (I still have no idea how I knew what the Thoth eight of wands looked like, it's not a card I've paid any attention to).
We have dinner and she casually mentions that she’s a hardcore antifa/anarchist activist. I suddenly remember that my brother showed me a video of her screaming at a university professor. This is very uncomfortable, because in the dream I'm actually a prominent fascist blogger (for the record, I have no interest in politics in the waking world). She shows me the aforementioned video herself and is proud of it. I decide to avoid discussing politics with her and try to change the topic by saying that she seems very knowledgeable and I ask where she gets her sources from.
She then shows me a Toshiki Kadomatsu album I’ve never seen before. The cover design consists of a skyscraper against a hazy orange background and another skyscraper against a marine blue background. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and the skyscrapers ‘leak’ out of the picture and kind of rise out of the ground by our table. She then informs me that she goes to the "Central Research Library" in New York to research and then shows me an excerpt from a documentary about lost New York dialects, where the narrator speaks about a lost ‘bus dialect’ of 1970s New York, with footage of the first municipal bus heading to the Central Research Library.
Instead of bells and official stops, passengers on this bus do a version of that ‘hey batter batter’ baseball yell where they call out where they want to get off and also when they see potential passengers. There’s also a bit of a Louisana Bayeux element to the accent even though the documentary narrator said it originated from Dutch immigrants. If you’ve ever heard someone ‘spreading’ in a policy debate they had a similar breathing pattern and general shakiness in their voice. The only yell I specifically remember was ‘Heyyyyyyyyyyy Busdriverbusdrivercomin’uponfifthcomin’uponfifthdereboy’. The inside of the bus is complete chaos because it's full of a bunch of old men yelling in this dialect non-stop. They’re also yelling out ‘hey passengerpassenger’ to random people on the street. The same old man is waiting at every stop, but he doesn’t want to get on and keeps angrily yelling ‘leave me the fuck alone kid’ at the bus. Then in order to save time, the bus driver starts to drive up stairs and run over old walls in a historic park downtown.
I'm honestly convinced that dreams ending appropriately has something to do with how your brain processes the memory of the dream itself
I don't think I've ever been *completely* abruptly interrupted from a dream before, it always made at least some sense in the context of the dream. I thought maybe your brain just processes the information while asleep but sometimes you can go for like 30 minutes "in dream" just from the sound of your alarm going off.
Last night I had a dream where it was pretty much a normal dream until the very end, because my brother suddenly turned on heavy metal or something in the room next door and the world started falling apart just as I heard a ghostly voice announce that Heaven Has Fallen(tm) and I woke up. The stupid thing wasn't the world falling apart it was that as I thought about it I realized there was a ton of foreshadowing for it, which can't be possible so I sort of assume your brain is gaslighting itself.
Had the weirdest dream today where I was living the role of a girl (?) adventurer in a generic JRPG setting
The weird part was near the end I flashed back or something to my home village and the obligatory childhood friend crush was shagging a demon and I got so mad I woke up
And no, I have neither a crush nor a relationship nor any childhood friends I'm still in contact with, so t was very weird.
I was enjoying reading your dream but the whole bus part was suddenly hilarious to imagine
Has anyone woken up from a dream with the urge to cry because the dream wasn't real?
I know that feel bro
yeah, i know that feel, even though i don't remember any dreams like that in detail. weird how that works
My brother and I are at a phone booth that has a laptop attached to it, using some horrible, ad-ridden libgen mirror, while someone keeps yelling from a window behind us to install adblock. I somehow get a physical copy of the book when I download it. The book is essentially a game. It's a huge kanji dictionary, with an actual game board attached to it, and some kind of spinner that selects kanji, and you're supposed to write a witty poem about whatever kanji you get.
I go to someone's house at my family's insistence. The adblock guy is there. There are lots of little rooms with people running in and out, preparing for some kind of cosplay performance and they convince me to join. After trying to explain the kanji game, which I don't understand at all, to an attractive girl, we all gather at the table for raspberries and cream. Sitting at the head of the table, no one passes me raspberries so I have to walk over and get them myself. My brother has selfishly taken an irresponsible number of raspberries and my dad refuses to take any before me, so I very carefully select only small raspberries so my dad will get more than me.
I leave the house and walk through a scenic autumnal neighborhood with lots of brick walls. I start thinking about a younger child at the party and something my mother supposedly told me, that when I was a newborn I was completely silent and only wanted to grab her pinky finger. In that moment, I suddenly see the beauty of the impermanence of life and fully accept my mortality. As I walk toward a harbour, I hear an orchestra playing Cruel Angel’s Thesis in the distance. Even though I’m expected home, I decide to find a seat somewhere and listen until they stop performing.
More and more people show up, and I begin to worry about catching covid. I lose full control of my body and start having awkward movements, bumping into one of the girls from the cosplay house. For some reason, she apologises before I can and shows me a black and white picture taken of the performance we did. There are so many people in so many different costumes that I don’t see myself anywhere in the picture. I find a low cement wall on top of a hill. There isn’t much to see because there are big trees blocking the water and the orchestra is far away behind me, but I see someone manage to slide down the hill on one foot before closing my eyes. I can hardly hear the orchestra and don’t remember what they were playing next. I start thinking about something the adblock guy said, that only a man who has every single thing he needs and is truly content will try to save the world. This generates an animation in my head of a man like this living in the distant future. Except that he really doesn’t have everything he needs, I guess, because he wants to save this monkey that’s being escorted out of a futuristic dsytopian prison in handcuffs.
I woke up before I learned anything more about the monkey, unfortunately.
I've been keeping a dream diary lately but I must be half asleep while writing them because I can barely understand half the stuff in the diary
My handwriting is surprisingly good in it, though.
I used to do that, but I started to feel like I needed a break. Waking up and having no memory of the last 8+ hours is rather nice sometimes. It helps to break the continuity of life and allow me to relax, instead of feeling like things are always happening left and right. That gets a bit overwhelming.
I get pretty vivid dreams, like very real dreams where I can feel pain and emotions too. Sometimes I confuse my dreams with real life memories. It's fun since I get to live in an alternate reality where things never happened ( like taking a test and failing or fighting with someone), makes me appreciate my real life more lol
same, it's always a giant megamall/school/con/resort/old school hotel/movie theater crossed into one structure. or I find a part of my house I never knew was there and explore it. or a new part of a video game you've already played that you just found(this was a wonderful thing before datamining). I've been in a dark souls like world where I'm actually scared running around fighting spooks and navigating a connected landscape. I've had dreams where I visualized being on boards like this, where I was a ball of static floating around dark hallways lit by neon around the floor and ceilings and each site was a room in the hallway I'd enter to see the site pop before my frame of perspective. I've even had dreams where I'm watching a video stream in a badly designed website with ads on 90% of the screen. honestly have tons of dreams in my life I remember in vague glimpses but I feel like I've lived more in dreams than real life.
notable dreams I've had:
in a submarine that's like a bus and you can pay to ride it, then it gets targeted by torpedoes and the captain comes on the intercom telling us and the distinct feeling of knowing you're going to die underwater with all these strangers.
in a school stairwell during a shooting with a dozen other kids hiding and I'm so nerve racked I make a run for it but as I run out the door it turns into my backyard and I keep running so hard I wake up and it takes 10 minutes for my heart to stop racing.
getting stabbed on a subway and stumbling out not knowing what to do. I've never ridden one in my life.
notable dreams from childhood:
I died and the first thing that happens is I'm in a dark suspended state and a jack-o-lantern appears before me and explains he's my spirit guide and his job is to get me used to the afterlife which is actually this other world which is just really surreal, like the landscape is all purple and lavender and the hills in the background look like trippy dr.seuss hills. as a child that dream made me more comfortable with the idea of the afterlife.
I have a vision of an alien man who has kind of greenish blue skin and sharp pointy teeth and a round mouth like a monkey, greasy hair, clawed hands and so on. he's chilling on a beach like that one hollow in new londo ruins with his hand on his head looking at the alien ocean which is sort of still. suddenly he turns his head and smiles like he's aware that I'm watching him, I always remembered how fucking creepy it felt.
another time I had a vision of a war on an alien world where all the life forms were machines. it's impossible to describe how terrifying it was, just giant metal spires curving over the grey sky and metallic beings crashing into each other mid-air at high speeds.
as I'm writing this I realize a lot of dreams are really dark. maybe only those are worth remembering. mostly they're just strange and amusing, I think this very week I had a dream a japanese girl was in my kitchen and tried speaking to me but I had to tell her I didn't understand but I offered her a pack of dry noodles to make up for it.
pic sort of dream like, perhaps it'll stimulate your mind to dream more.
I dream quite frequently.
A lot of the time my dreams are quite bizarre.
It often feels like I'm spectating a protagonist instead of actually being in the dreams myself. It's quite funny to see "myself" react in a rational way to completely irrational events.
Lately having nightmares again about how I got bullied in elementary school and middle school.
The situations are mostly fictional, nothing that really happened, but the bullies are those that actually bullied me. This causes me to wake up all sweaty and tired.
been sick for a few days so i've been sleeping a lot more than usual, although i don't recall most of my recent dreams because they all end up being literal fever dreams>>13246
i swear dreams about school are some of the most vivid dreams i ever recall for some reason>classmates that weren't at one school now are there>names and faces being seemingly more recognizable than most dreams>school layouts being mixed together in weird but still vaguely recognizable ways>feel like an adult but have the thought processes as if youre still actually in school
school dreams are very surreal, words can't really explain it
maybe because school is a place we spend our most impressionable years, theyre easier to process and remember after the fact?
I mostly remember nightmares, normal dreams are usually boring. When I was younger I used to have a lot about being naked in public or being chased but I never have those anymore. Last nightmare I remember was very scary, I tried to kill myself by planting a bunch of C4s on my body while I was standing outside at night looking at reflections of city lights in a river and pressed the detonator but it didn't work so I survived. I don't remember what lead to that moment but something very bad had happened in the dream that lead me to that decision.
The things I've been dreaming about lately haven't been really positive, aside from a few wet dreams involving monster girls and 2hus. There's 2 dreams I've had recently that left a vivid impression on me as they were essentially bad endings to my life. The second one was actually pretty cool when I think about it. It involved me being in some sort of mountain village camping, and I was with some sort of group hanging out in a small valley behind the village. I didn't know any of them, so I felt a bit uneasy, but it was alright. Suddenly, it got very cold and snow mixed with ash started falling everywhere. Everyone got confused, but it wasn't the end, as the snow started turning people into stone in an apparently excruciating process of slow petrification. I went into a cave by running and taking cover (sometimes I did get hit by the snow, but nothing happened) and I managed to hide into a cave. For some reason there was a car in the cave, and inside was a woman who really wanted to run me over. She slowed down for some reason so I broke into the car, killed her, and stole it. For some reason I drove up until the entrance of the cave, when I saw that the snowstorm outside was still raging and everyone was dead. When I saw that I got out of the car, went out, and froze to death.
I still haven't figured out what this dream is supposed to mean despite it having popped into my head from time to time for the past 2 weeks or so, it's too strange for me to even begin analyzing it.
As a side note, does anybody else struggle to differentiate between dream and reality sometimes? I get this weird feeling that I'm in a dream at times, or have deja vu based on things I've already seen in my dreams.
Had a dream that I mined a loaf of bread-sized lump of gold and I had to protect it from thieves. One of the thieves was a dog who ate it and ran away and I had to pull it out of his stomach, along with broken pieces of furniture.>>15343>does anybody else struggle to differentiate between dream and reality sometimes
Only in my memories
>>15343>I get this weird feeling that I'm in a dream at times, or have deja vu based on things I've already seen in my dreams.
If you ever feel like you're in a dream, try counting your fingers or, if you're in your own house, turning off and on the light. If you're able to, then that means you're awake. If not, then you can now start lucid dreaming.
I get that too. I have an uneducated (pulling this out of my ass) hypothesis that deja vu is the result of re-use of neurons that used to store an old memory to store a new one. It feels familiar because that now-lost memory was familiar. If you can remember how long ago it felt like you saw the current moment, that's how old it was.
So this dream started when I tried to order takeout from an unfamiliar restaurant. When I went to pick up my food, I was informed by a very angry employee that I needed a reservation, even to order takeout. While I was panicking over my faux pas, two male Amelia Watson cosplayers with their faces obscured by veils came out of the kitchen and sat down next to me. One of them started rubbing his fingers on my forehead in a show of trying to read my mind, and simply said the word "Gura." I thought he was trying to guess who in Hololive I was a fan of, so I replied "Ina, actually." They looked at each other, said "eh, same thing," and then knocked me out and stole my kidney. After I woke up in a bathtub full of raisins I started figuring out the backstory of these guys, but I don't remember that part quite as well.
I suppose it's not a very interesting dream, but it's the first particularly vivid dream I've had in a very long time, so I wanted to write it down somewhere.
meant to say before that dream
After I got betrayed and abandoned by my only friend, I got a scarily vivid dream of a car crash. The driver was my old buddy from teenage years, whom I backstabbed back then, and although we kept seeing each other, the relationship just faded away. He kept on speeding, until we hit a wall, and I became mentally crippled. The fate of my neighbours' kid, and one of my biggest fears. I woke up from that nightmare, but much like in the dream - I could not form a coherent thought.