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Do you usually have dreams? What usually happens in your dreams? Are you a lucid dreamer? feel free to share dreams you've recently experienced and have other sushi rolls psychoanalyze you


I had a dream where I had a crush with a cartoonishly large and wide guy who was aloof and mean-spirited that didn't want to be with me at all (I wanted to gain his approval) but I constantly tried to force a friendship with him by having very repetitive conversations with him that always follow a formula (I think the formula was ' What do you think of X?/Do you do X?' then I'd talk about what I thought of X) that even he pointed out. Is my brain calling me a gay simp?


Many of my recent dreams have revolved around the middle school I went to over a decade ago. Feels like unfinished business or that I didn't grow out of that phase.


growing up, a good portion of my dreams involved fishing in a beautiful body of water
i had these dreams so frequently i recently took up fishing as an adult


Turning your dreams into reality.


I know it's the exact opposite, but does anysushi else never have dreams? Or at least, don't remember having them. I feel a little alone and weird on it.

It's a very very rare occurrence for me to dream in my sleep. Wonder what causes it or how common it is…


I was that way for a long time, but when I started journaling the few I remembered (maybe one every few years or less) I started remembering them more. I've heard of other people having the same experience as well. I also had some scary dreams that woke me up around that time, which was very unusual for me, and might have also primed me to hold onto dream memories more.

It makes sense that it takes training for the brain to bother to carry 'junk' memories from dreams into the conscious day as something meaningful, though i don't have any evidence on that.


Yeah I'm the same. Remember dreams upon waking at most 1 time a month, if even that. Otherwise sleep is just a timeskip void.
I kinda like it the way it is, never wake up in a bad mood from weird nightstuff, easier to deal with breakups since I don't need to be reminded of exes in my sleep.


Lately I dream a lot about going to school. I haven't set foot on a school in over 10 years irl.
I don't know how common is this but, while I'm not a "lucid dreamer", I usually can't tell when I'm in a dream, but I just play along, very rarely do I try to change things.
I don't know how common this is either, but sometimes my dreams are like movies. I'm just a passive looker. Sometimes my dreams are even cinematic, with good photography and all (in waking life, I could never do that). Once I was even making fun of my own dream-movie.


>usually can't tell when I'm in a dream
[Err] Usually CAN tell I'm in a dream


I don't remember dreams to often, but the a lot that I've remembered recently have been about running away from an spider.
One was me trying to throw something at a spider in a bathtub, and the spider jumped on to me and I woke up flailing around trying to get the (non-existent) spider off me. Another dream was me in a parking lot with a spider on the top of the opened trunk of my car. IIRC I was running past each time trying to blow it away or something. There was other weird stuff happening in the dream but I can't remember it. There was also another dream in which I was running away from a cat instead of a spider. I found the cat in my room and it was extremely small, around the size of my hand. For a reason I can't remember, I pushed it off a counter or something and it got mad with me. The rest of the dream was spent with me running away from the cat, with it biting me in the end, and subsequently waking me up.


I don't remember much of it anymore, basically a cute girl started talking to me and we hung out for a bit. Even in my dream I felt like it was all a ruse like the few times girls showed "interest" in me in high school. It felt nice while it lasted though.


Had a dream a few nights ago about working at a japanese restaurant called, of all things, sushichan.


A few days ago:

Dream one - I was walking up and down dirt mountains with me mum, I went to a lake with a pier where one of my co-workers was, swinging above water. I think it was either some kind of gymnastic thing or a swing. Probably the former.

It's quite typical for me to go up and down mountains in my dreams.

Dream two - I was in my place of work, a grocery store (god help me), and my father left me alone or something. A few figures appear and it's my brother's old friend. I grab him by the throat, seeing him as a threat, and he does the same to me. However, when I finally get a good look at him, I recognize him, and the mood because more friendly. He said he has a present for me, so I follow him and a girl, who is probably also one of my brother's friends, to a table. He said he knew I hadn't had any good meals lately, so he and the girl made me some food. The girl's meal was Korean, but I don't know why. I then shed some tears and thanked them gratefully.

I really needed that, honestly.

Dream three - Spongebob and Sandy Cheeks from the show "Spongebob Squarepants" are in a room. I don't remember much about the room, but the atmosphere became red or the room became red later on. I believe I was Spongebob, and Sandy had been possessed or was the devil. She grabbed me and pinned me, reaching down into my chest. She was trying to take my soul or possess me. The room had become red and you could feel the demonic presence. Sandy's voice was deep and menacing, but I don't remember what she was saying.

I don't know why it was like that, honestly.

My dreams are mostly terrifying or a personification of my fear for the future. Even in dream land, where I'm supposed to be in my own mind, my mind tricks me and tortures me. This is my life now. Is this really okay?


I don't have nearly as many dreams as I used to. How do i have more?


Try to remember the dreams that you had, either by writing or thinking about them. Eventually they become more casual.
Sleeping well also helps


I tend to dream most vividly when I'm really sleep deprived but I don't recommend that.


Had a weird dream where I explored a white-and-blue forest with a jetpack, found a cartoonish-looking, balloon-like pig inside a pink-and-blue doghouse, picked up a cat next to a train station, and named the pig "Gaga" and the cat "Grey".
Then I went inside the train station which somehow turned into an airport. The security lady let me in without even checking my passenger ticket and I flew to… wherever I go (I didn't even know where is it lol) while hugging both Gaga and Grey in the passenger seat. I also remember very vividly I brought my laptop bag (but without laptop inside) and a small fanny pack with me.

It's a weird dream, but the scenery on the white-and-blue forest is weirdly nice. I also like the fact that Gaga is just so cartoonish-looking I can squish it and it bounces back up.


Xenomorphs gonna eat me. I don't remember what else.


Well, you already have a starting point, you can flesh it out from there as you go along and the pieces will start to fall in place because you'll be correcting yourself if it was wrong.


Ok Sushis I just had a dream I went on a road trip and an acquaintance had used my address to buy drugs but it was actually a scam and they had to pay a lot of money. Actually this happened a few weeeks ago in the dream world but I'm just hearing about it now. I said, you used my address to buy drugs?! He said yes and that was that. I was walking with him and someone else through the town. Now this town had a whole lot of bricks. Brick buildings, brick roads(there weren't really any roads, just the ground was brick), and a whole lot of train tracks that just went through the bricks, yknow, like at a zoo or amusement park, and sometimes a random red light(there's not standing fixtures where lights go on) and a small train car would pass. So anyway, I was walking along the bricks on this night(the town is my original destination), there were no clouds, and the light came on. I struggled whether to go, I went on the tracks, car was coming so I went back off, but then no I decided I will go so I run across the tracks, trying to step on the brick part and not the supposed electrically charged metal. So I went across, "I could have died", I said jokingly. We are walking, and we come across some friends that I haven't seen in a very long time. I am elated and want to talk but then I wake up. It would have been nice to talk to them, at least in the dream world
>>8824 I don't usually remember my dreams but lately have been doing better, today I slept at one or two in the morning though


I don't dream often but I had my best dream after smoked weed (I don't smoke it anymore). I saw my 5 years old me asking me for play arcade with him. We played a game that had a white spongebob punching weird ghosts just like in Pac man or something like that. I guess it was the best dream that I ever had.


I had a dream a youtuber I liked got to popular and I had to start hating them because I was a super hipster.

Don't know what I was thinking because besides 1-2 videos they aren't that big. Psyhco analyzing it it was about my insecurities. I've always wanted to do some animations for their skits, but never did because I was lazy/to insecure. Some other people did make an animation and they got kind of big. I was also a hipster shit as a kid.


Not content related, but anyone else have all their dreams in third person? Like watching yourself from a distance. Been like this as long as I can remember.


You can practise lucid dreaming…


I've attempted that a couple times in the past but every time it happens I seem to realize I am dreaming, and then excitement drives into consciousness. It's pretty frustrating.

That aside I seem to suffer from a recurring nightmare of my teeth falling out one by one. I try to place them back in with mixed results. No idea what it means.


I also have this. Like you're a fully immersed spectator watching the dream. Everyone I've asked about this claims to dream from a first person perspective, so I'm not sure what to make of it


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Lucid dreaming sounds like fun if you can pull it off…

Does emotional state have any effect on dreaming? Went to sleep a little hungry but super-tired; dreamt of food.


Gee yes of course.
Worried about something? You dream of that something. Want to pee? Dream about making peepee. Horny? Dream sex.


I'm trying to lucid dream. I'm stuck on the first step were you need to repeat an action randomly so you can ask "Am I in a dream?". I keep forgetting so I haven't gotten far

I've always had those. In fact I don't think I have any dreams in first person. I always watch myself do stuff.
Don't know why this happens. I've heard personality and culture can affect if memories are in third or first person so I wonder if that's related?

This is actually a pretty common thing in the lucid dream community. You just have to calm down and count to ten a lot so you don't wake up.


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I had a phase years ago where I tried really hard to get into regular lucid dreaming. I only ever got 3 of them (maybe a 4th), but both the process of getting there and actually having them was a very interesting experience that I'll keep with me forever. Not life-changing or miraculous mind you, but certainly cool.
> I'm stuck on the first step were you need to repeat an action randomly so you can ask "Am I in a dream?".
The one that worked for me was pushing my thumb into my palm and seeing if it went through or not. Having a boring graveyard shift retail job helped with that because I could just idly do it as I was sitting around daydreaming and waiting for customers. I assume you're already keeping a dream journal? If you're using a phone or a PC to do so I'd recommend doing it with pen and paper instead.


>dream journal
Is that like a dream diary?


I had a dream were my teacher emailed me saying she understood why I was so stressed out and fell behind in class.

I'm currently doing bad in class and I had a stern email from them. Good god was that freudian


Yeah, just write down as much of the dream as you can remember as soon as you wake up. You'll start remembering more of your dreams and apparently that's helpful to the process.


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Dreamed about a guy, lets call him Steve, and his friend, I'll call him Mortim. Mortim apparently died, but he came back as a ghost. Mortim thinks that he cane back because he didn't finish his book about orthodox mystic traditions and begs Steve to finish it. Steve works on it, it gets published, and it becomes enough of a hit they can start working on a sequel. Mortim still exists, but it's normal now and they don't question it.

Anyhow they meet up with a dude trying to clone using amebas. Everything comes out as a human like blob because "amebas are good at copying things and not at putting them together". It's done in a car lot with a lot of people.

Mortim is then distracted by his wife and floats over to his car. He tries to kiss her, but fails cause he's a ghost. He stalkers her home and has "sex" with her by overlapping is body over her new boyfriends.

He returns to Steve growing increasingly distressed over his situation. Mortin discovers he can move/touch objects is he tries hard enough. Mortin uses this power to start harassing people he hates, but Steve made it so he'd hear a beeping noise every time he did something troublesome (it was my morning alarm that caused the beeps).

Steve has no idea how to stop the ghost because he's a strict atheist who know nothing about mysticism.

Have no idea what that dream was about


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Had a weird dream. Was stuck in a village and was going from place to place trying to get out. Felt like I was stuck but kept moving. There was the sound of rushing water in the background constantly. Not sure what to make of it.


I dream a lot. I get a lot of reoccurring elements in my dreams, like trying to find clothes before going out, being back in a school setting (with the school looking a bit different than reality), being at a store looking at games or movies, my house being larger/grander than it actually is. If I'm driving, 50% of the time, I end up going off a cliff, but land as if it's a cartoon, car gets a dent and I just drive off safely.

I usually write down my dreams but only if they're action-oriented. A lot of times, my dreams shift halfway through. For example, I had a dream I was in Samus' suit, but I was still myself. I'm going through a dark apartment building and start shooting into the dark. Monsters are gone and so is the suit and now I'm just looking through a room digging around for clues as if I was a detective.


I dream a lot, I think I always did, but when I tried to learn lucid dreaming I started a dream diary and since then I remember them a lot more. Before that I thought I'd rarely dream. With time you notice imagery that reappears, for me it's mostly water (the sea, floodings or rivers/lakes appear a lot in my dreams). I also dream a lot about friends and family.
Lucid dreaming isn't nearly as fun as people make it out to be and I personally prefer not lucid dreaming. My dreams feel more "authentic" if I didn't.
I used to have nightmares in the past, where the constant theme was "being unable to help" or being isolated. One of the reoccuring ones was me being tied to a pipe in a concrete room where I have to watch as two kidnappers execute people I care about before me one by one. Really glad I don't have those anymore.


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Dreamt of being a strong man


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Dreamt of a term that apparently does not exist that meant "The act by which little boys are made to act as little girls". A bunch of little boys with an oxidated iron mask that looked like the rabbit from SH3, wearing a blue apron kinda like Alice, were crouching together in the darkness. They were in an old wooden house on top of a hill that looked like a mountain.


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The term, though I remember it starting with an R, was "Morrasicalia"


I dream of Jeannie


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I usually go thru phases focusing on dreams and then not dreaming at all, on those phases i got some lucid dreams over the years, but mostly during teenage years so I mostly used it for sex. I have been trying to do some techniques for astral projection such as inducing sleep paralysis and stuff, started three days ago and what I got so far has been more livid dreams and more easily rememberable.

Most dreams appear some ex on them and that's what makes them easier to remember, i usually just want to talk a bit properly to them. Last one 1st ex gf was busy with something and weren't talking much, oddly i noticed during it that it was way easier to do acrobatics in the dream, so i just kept spinning around in the air trying to talk to her. Today's dream 3rd ex was at my building so i jumped out of the window to talk to her, but her liutenant general father called out to her and she had to leave, then my friends were having burgers with cocaine and some cocaine fell on my burger and i ate it anyway. Some guys started chasing us and beating me up, but i was just peacefully bored waiting it to end.


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Slept & dreamt of warmth.


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Nigtmares envelop me.


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I dreamt that an animu girl loved me and confessed to me in a long road trip
I wake up with tears in my eyes, while I was also sobbing while hugging her in the dream, with tears running through my face. I told her "Fuck you, you can't do this to me". She also looked like she appeared in a previous dream so she seemed familiar for some reason
Now if only I could draw her, but I can't.


I was walking down a crowded hallway in a hurry. Faces of all sorts of people I didn't know flew past me, but I stopped and pulled a tall person. "Hey," I called out to him. He was so tall I only saw his suit and tie, but when I looked up I realized he was my friend I hadn't seen since high school, but he aged a bit. He looked upset. He said that he was kind of in a hurry. Suddenly his face lit him and he smiled at me. He said back to me, "Hey!" He asked me what the population of the U.S. capitol was. I said "400 million" and he said "that's right." He left very quickly down the hallway. I watched him leave. Suddenly the Nietzsche quote rang in my head "would you be prepared to re-live your life in exactly the same way?" I woke up in tears when I realized I couldn't.


This month i started having these dreams /nightmares where a formula of sorts happens:
>am in a cartoonish setting (or its made clear im in some sort of show/cartoon/anime)
>hang out with irl friends
>suddenly friends disappear and i meet a girl
>we hit off and start going out and having fun
>suddenly again some sort of event happens and i lose sight of said girl
>something gives a sign that something awful happened/is happening to her but i cant do anything
>start noticing im in a dream
>last track of an album starts playing
That last part weirds me out a bunch, up till now i can remember Moses Sumney's "Self Help Tape“ (last track in their album "Aromanticism") and Señor Loop's "X-mar" playing (last track of their first album)


A cute girl put soap on me in the shower but I had my normal sensibilities so I wanted to tell her to stop from embarrassment but I didn't want to tell her because she was a girl I used to have a crush on but then she told me she was a lesbian. She started with my back but when she came to my front she got on her knees but then she noticed my armored titan so she got angry and she left and I feel guilty and sneak into my room as she complains to other people about the experience.

I haven't left my house for anything but a haircut, the dentist and to the vegetable store since quarantine last year, so 10/10 must say. I hope this doesn't awaken something in me.


5/7 nights this week I died in my dreams or was left in a position that would have killed me if it was real life. The last one, I saw someone I graduated high school with. He was homeless, and asking for change on the side of the street.

The girl I was with kept pleading me to just leave him alone but I felt bad and wanted to give him something. I start searching my backpack to see if I have a dollar to give him, when suddenly he stands up and stabs me directly in my abdomen. Right underneath my stomach, and he runs away.

I remember it burning and also feeling numb. It didnt hurt for long, I think I was in shock. I managed to call 911 but I couldnt say anything. I had already lost too much blood. I just remember laying on the street hearing the operators voice in my ear.

Then I woke up.

Im sorry I know this isnt very chill, but these dreams are traumatic and it does help me to be able to post it somewhere.


if all those other dreams are like this too, i can't imagine how stressful it must be.
i hope you're doing okay in your day-to-day as i hear that an anxious life in general can lead to frequent bad dreams.


How has your day to day life been? Have you been stressed out or something?


Thanks friends. Yes I have been very stressed. The pandemic forced me back with my parents. On top of just feeling bad I'm in my mid 20s still living with them, their is almost constant arguing and screaming. Or dogs barking….
In terms of good news I haven't had those dreams since I posted this.


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I went out to my barber's studio to get a haircut, but I went in through the backdoor. While out in the alleyway, I found a pile of birdcages and small steel canisters. There were all sorts of birds in the cages, and all had instructions to put the birds into the steel canisters once they died. I found one canister making noise, and I opened it up to find a barely-alive budgie at the bottom. I tried to hold it up so that it could fly, but it fell to the ground and died. I tried to save it, but there was nothing I could do.


I think I recently had a dream where I browsed image boards in front of my gf, which I would never do in real life. After I woke up, I was half sure it was a dream, and never mentioned it.


I just had a dream where I was hitting it up with a girl I used to go to school with. I was legitimately sad when I woke up. Back to loneliness…


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Dream that a girl (but not my type) wanted me bad. Haha.


I occasionally dream but last night stands out to me. I dreamt that I was in a cabin somewhere and a vicious bear came to my door and tried to get in. I have a rifle chambered in 458 SOCOM in real life,and I happened to have it with me in my dream so I tried to shoot the bear with it. After what felt like an eternity and struggling greatly,I finally pulled the trigger and killed the bear. Two more bears appeared and I quickly shot both of them,without any of the struggle like the first shot.


I've had really scary life or death situation dreams like that before, they're very odd but I always remember them strongly.
>I have a rifle chambered in 458 SOCOM
That's extremely cool


>Post "I like pineapple pizza" on sushichan
>"User has been perma-banned"
What a weird dream. I don't even like pineapple pizza


I dreamed that my dad tried to give steroids. He said he was proud of me for the progress I've made. I didn't want to give up my natty card but I accepted them anyway. Very strange dream that doesn't fit the tone of this site but it's remarkable enough I think it's worth posting about.

Time for ban. Mods!! :)


I've had two sex dreams in a row about past female acquaintances. I'm currently in a long-term relationship with an ok sex life.
I find it amusing that I have these dreams but try not to dwell on it too much.


Anyone get those dreams where you're certain you've dreamt the same thing before you aren't sure. Like you're not sure if what you're dreaming is real, if its fake but you have dreamt it in the past or if that itself is a false memory that you're dreaming about.


Not sure what you're talking about but I have a few recurring dreams, including one really specific ones where I start running for some reason. It's not always running from or to something, sometimes I'm just running for some reason. My strides get longer and longer and higher and higher, and at some point I start specifically trying to go higher
Then I start soaring, each time I hit the ground I just kick off and spend upwards of a full minute in the air pseudo-flying.
It's a really strange dream and I have no idea why it's recurring.


A few months ago I had a dream where I realized I was dreaming, but I was certain that the dream was a recreation of a real-life memory. I kept noticing all the little differences between the dream and how it actually happened, and it wasn't until I woke up that I realized that the dream was completely ridiculous (specifically, Amelia Watson was pulling me along a wooded path on a skateboard) and never actually happened.


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I'm gonna repost my dream on sushi because lainmin's cronies deleted it on lainchan



I had this dream recently where there was this queer lolicore/DnB artist and they got really frustrated when someone asked for their pronouns. Later in the dream, I found that they had committed suicide and I was really struck down. A friend brought me to this great big concrete wall that had all these names listed on it, painted, scribbled, carved. It realized it was a memorial, these were all the trans and queer musicians who had taken their own life.

I dropped down on my knees in despair, a pitiful heap of a fleshy angry prism, wailing and thrashing on the ground, completely and utterly inconsolable.

Then I woke up, quiet and still in my lonely bed, crying for real, missing my friends, missing my bf. i don't wanna ++ the statistic.


Dreams are what happens when your brain decides real drugs have got nothing on what it can do at will


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I had a dream were people had the power to take things into/visit their brain by going into a mirror. The MC in my dream was apart of a super hero team that was supposed catch villians using their head powers. My character had a brain library and was trying to catch a serial killer who killed men.
Plot twist though! My character had a secret ladder in their head that lead to a brain cave with all the kidnapped men. They were chained to walls and fed until they were fat (dunno why). Apperently my MC's evil\horny side kidnapped them.
what does it all mean?


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.


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>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


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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.


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Dreaming of foos


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


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I've had a lot of dreams of dying. I'm sure everyone has. I really appreciate them, cause otherwise it would be something I only get to experience once. Also it lends emotional weight to taking safety seriously.
Looking through my dream journal a bit, a good one recently: I learned about "anagan-something" I forgot the second half of the word, but it meant to give a lecture on something from within the framework of some other subject. I was captivated. I hope theres a real word for this that I'll discover some day.
Also I had a dream fragment about not wanting to put a lemon I had down because it would block the subtitles… so that was strange and funny.


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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.


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Recently i took some photos in a dream, it was of a kids playground at the condominium i lived when i was a child. Later on during the day i was sad to realize it was a dream and im not getting those photos….


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.


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Dreaming of fights


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Muay Thai kick-boxing? I prefer traditional boxing.


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I prefer fireworks.


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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.


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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

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?


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I legitimately believe that my dreams are some kind of extradimensional scream, because I frequently dream about situations that could have happened had I made different decisions in my life, and they feel completely mundane and almost real. If I had stayed in my home town, if I stayed with that girl, if I kept that job and didn't chase other opportunities. My most recent one. I'm arguing with an ex who is two women back at this point, asking her what we're going to make for dinner in an apartment I've never even seen. I've had dreams where I'm still working under my father and I'm this absolute loser, and I feel something is wrong in that moment but I just can't place it, and I wake up before I realize what I'm missing. In my current situation I feel like I made every selfish decision possible and kind of hate myself for it. Maybe these dreams are echoes of my guilt.


I Dream of Jeannie


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.


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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.


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what an awful dream i had last nite.
shit was so awful, thankfully it's nothing but a dream


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.

>does anybody else struggle to differentiate between dream and reality sometimes
Only in my memories


>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.


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>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.

I think I know what you mean. Every once in a while I'll get these weird flashes like I've already experienced this exact situation. Sometimes I can write it off as a memory of something similar, but other times I'll be in a place I've never been before and there's no good explanation. Maybe just neurons misfiring or something, usually I'm tired when these things happen.


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.


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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.


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had a dream about an impossible love, it involved me crying on the floor of a white room.
then i cried a bit more after waking up.
surprisingly it's the second time this happens to me, the first time it involved my mother who died 3 months after that dream


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.


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Something my sister said a while ago struck me
>You'll never have the right time, things will always get on the way
Which struck me a lot. I had a dream where I thought of the person that I wanted to spend my life with, my project of life. I listened to my sis saying this to me again, and I dream of going outside and trying to find her. She doesn't live in the same country as me, but I just ran anywhere, I wanted help from some relatives but I didn't even knew where they lived. So I just ran somewhere close to where I thought they lived and then I took a deep breath while my eyes turned humid.
Even if I am not ready as a man, I want to do this project of life together with her, I just wonder if she has the same thoughts, of a life where she can find stability. Of the man she can spend her life with.
Wherever you are, I hope you're doing the right thing.


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Was unable to sleep today, because of thought about a person I want to spend my life with.

Btw, same as for the sushi above - love of mine also lives in another country.


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recently i dreamt of being in one of my favorite games (persona), which also brought back sad memories of someone i used to share my love of the game with.
wonder if they ever ended up playing it.


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Being unable to sleep isn't exactly a dream now isn't it?
Did you have dreams with this person at least?


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… Four times in three months.
But daydreaming's more vivid and I remember them clearly.


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Well I hope you two get together some day, sounds like you'd make a good couple


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I know it's not technically dreaming, but I do sin of daydreaming about someone here and there like the other sushis said. Sometimes it's after a good lunch, other times in between hard sets in the gym, others while just returning home. Or before going to bed or taking a nap.
It's nice. Albeit I think this belongs more in the romance thread


Maybe when I was younger I would lucid dream, now I'm not so sure. As a kid I had multiple dreams where I'd be flying in the park down the street at night.

Back in high school when I used to smoke weed I would often get dreamless nights of sleep, just a long blink. After a week or so of stopping weed I would get these vivid dreams where I could easily remember them upon waking up. I hadn't tried weed in years but if I did again I would do it to periodically quit just so I could get those dream filled, well rested nights back.


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Last night was a bit weird. (sorry for the long post lol)
I was at a mall buying groceries, when I entered a bookstore. I started reading something and a guy my age interrupted me asking to listen to his music. I said I wasn't interested but I could try it and tell him what to improve.
After he left, I saw him going to play with a couple of kids so I followed him. At one point the kids go to a stand to talk with a woman, so I wait in line behind them so they don't notice. I got my turn and I told the woman to call the police or something because those kids were being harassed, and she started acting like she had caught me, saying "I know you're jealous, you want revenge" or something like that. After I tell her I don't know wtf she's talking about she shuts up, but the guy is already near us. Police officers come out of the blue to capture him, and he starts screaming in pain. I can see his throat vibrating with the scream, and then cut to black.
After that I'm right there with the police doing a sort of autopsy. The guy's skin is all stretched and ugly, like pic related but more exaggerated and all over his body, including his face. A policeman shows me how he cuts one of the bags of skin, saying he doesn't feel anything anymore; can't hurt something that's not alive. He also says this thing is like 130 years old.
All of this feels pretty weird and frightening. And then I wake up way before my alarm goes off.

By the way, I always loved the idea of lucid dreaming, but I can't get myself to form the habit of reality checking like this sushi said >>9251
I actually had one some time ago and I still remember it, but I couldn't replicate the experience (tho my dreams do feel quite real).
Also I'm very afraid of getting stuck on sleep paralysis, as some people noted can happen (×﹏×)


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What an awful dream I had last night.

So I'm playing this game similar to mother 1 in aesthetics, and I find a corner of the world that has a small house in a forest close to a river, the character that is there is a girl with blonde hair that has the name of someone I regard highly. And it asks me if I wanna sleep there.

I comply.

Then as I wake up, I notice there is a city close to me, but there is a shadowy figure in the looks of a snake with red eyes and grey color. My character can see this female person sleeping on a rock, tired and wearing a red bikini, but the absolute moment his thoughts go away after thinking about it, the female silhouette looks like this snake shadowy figure again.

Because engaging this female character seemed like a trap, and there didn't seem another exit, I decide to go into this city. A laugh mixture of a woman and a plotting witch pops up and another perspective image appears, if I back down quickly enough that image leaves. But I needed to leave.

As I face this image that looked like the entrance to a city, everything turns black and white, something that looked like a demon stares me, and not in the conventional way. It was a bald, fat figure, with eye sockets that were pitch black, eyes as pronounced that they seemed to pop out, and a face mixture of neutral and expecting something to happen, but borderline psychotic. As this demon stares me for some seconds, I see someone's guts and gore being splayed on his room, his skin seemed to not exist where his intestines would be, he would look like he was being exorcised, his body shaking and twitching from side to side as if it was manipulated by a puppeteer.

I had to force myself to wake up after that.

What the fuck.


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My fucking god I googled imaged an Imp and the eyes look EXACTLY like the thing in my dreams AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA


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Just had another horror dream, thousands being turned into buts and pieces by hellish fiends, zombies, abstract sounds and creatures undescribable by men.
It first started as someone persecuted by the law that looked like Christian Bale, but then it devolved worse and worse, from persecution to a lot of fighting there, from this to more obscene ways the law would fight, and from here to some sort of nightmare-ish apocalypse, and from then…

I'd be in some field away from everything, with some people there, I'd claim to some people "look at this virtue right there!" as a joke. The place seemed ok but far in the distance hidden I could see something shaped like a galaxy but blue around.

And then, I hear the most grueling noise, as if iron was grinding each other just to bend a bridge to asunder. Everyone in this place is confused, I stare around.

I see somewhere romboids that together shape up a person, they're like a stain in my eyes, so they overlap with the rest of the world. I didn't know what the hell it was, but I was scared to no end from it.

I'm having too many of these nightmares lately, something must have gone wrong


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>use to talk to a girl two years ago
>we were flirty but things died out
>hated me for a while
>now its more like a don't hate but don't say anything situation
>dreamt last night she was getting married
>didn't like she was being taken away
>still see her around regularly in an old online game we play
>don't talk
I wonder where to go, I could've had a girlfriend by now (not her) but she pops up every now and then - this isn't even the first dream. Where is the off button


>I wonder where to go
I'd suggest you to be be more honest with yourself and her.


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I had the worst nightmare in my whole life.
It wasn't scary, it was the recollection of aall the bad things I've done last year.
Brutal stuff I tell you. Extremely Brutal.


I was out with the lady for a field trip or something, we were walking along a road to a place where we planned to stay for a few days, I'm not sure. But along the road we stopped at a nice little house up a small hill on the side of the road. At first we thought it was inhabited, because it looked nice and tidy and the plants around it were all nicely trimmed. But then we started realizing it seemed to be abandoned. It was a very nice little house, though, a lot better than the one where we were staying. I kept thinking maybe we should take this one, but I wasn't sure. Everything seemed very nice, if just a bit old. But I had an odd feeling about it, if it was so nice, how come nobody was there? I thought maybe something bad happened there and it would be haunted now. I walked up the stairs to a sort of attic and I started hearing some music in my head which made me feel inside one of these spooky room escape games I liked to play. The house was old and dark.
Across the road from the house there was small valley with an absolutely stunning view of a mountain and you could see a stream flowing along big rocks. Clouds started to gather in the distance and we could see lightning.


Prior to the past few months, dreaming was exceptionally rare for me, or at least remembering dreams was. I would remember one dream every few months at the shortest interval, and they were always very vivid.

But recently, I‘ve been dreaming every night, over and over. Sometimes it’s about school. Sometimes it’s about the guy that was harassing me finding me. The dreams are never completely “terrifying”, but they’re always just anxiety inducing and unsettling enough to keep me tired when I wake up.

I’ve been anxious since I was a kid, but this sucks.


I am visiting my family in my hometown right now, and had an awful nightmare last night that my childhood home (down the street from here) was being looted, with me inside. I was unable to call for help, my phone kept failing. No one seemed to want to hurt me, only take my things… The dream I had immediately after that was upsetting too. Two friends I had in high school were attending a funeral with me (in said hometown) and I needed to take a shower. But in doing so I made them late. I was often short-sighted and selfish when it came to friendship with them, and I remember feeling devastated in the dream because I had engaged in the exact same behavior in the dream that caused me to be estranged from them now in real life.


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Gonna post this one because I think it's the proper time.

It was a foggy night in the city
They were rebuilding the roads. It was filled with gravel and debris of buildings above the road. They said they were rebuilding the streets but it was impossible to move across them. Everyone working there said the debris would be used for construction.
My dad decides to travel across with me in a vehicle that could withstand the terrain. Chances were it was an off-road truck, the terrain goes up and down so often it's impossible to have a second of stability. Sometimes it would get to the point where it no longer is just debris in a flat fashion but piles upon piles that would be similar to dunes or hills.
It gets to the point where I can't stand it and I leave the vehicle.
Somehow I climb the buildings from outside and decide to move jumping from apartment to apartment. As they were made out of paper, these apartments would start to crumble and fall apart as soon as I touched them. Jumping from apartment to apartment made of paper, they all come falling down like dominos.
For some reason I also pushed down many of them, possibly trying to make it easy to move across. When I'm about to push over another tall building, a gentle voice of a woman appears. Seems like she is going to go deep into a certain narration, involving her past.
These houses and buildings I would be disposing of meant the world to her, and she would happen to be holding memories in them.
In one of these buildings, I could see a window opening to a dark room, where a birthday cake can be seen.
It's her birthday, she is fond of the mom she had because of her care towards her. They were singing happy birthday together.
And soon, it changes to another room where it's her and her mother. Her mother is in front of a piano, as she is showing her a piece she knows how to play.
She is wearing a french hat, a black tank top, and a black silk long skirt while she is playing. The daughter is fascinated. As she looks at her, eventually it becomes the daughter the one that is playing. And from here, a round of applause from many of her friends.
In this memory, she recalls these moments as some of the best she had. She was 8 by the time she has seen that happen. She is the age of her mother in that memory now.

By the time I realize, she lived a life…

And from here, a scary event unfolds…
…my ex comes back to my head.

As I've seen the age of this woman when she was 8 change to the age my ex had when we met, and the dog tags next to this dream had the name of my ex and the picture she had when we met.

I shake my head and get out of it all, and as I look flabbergasted at this city that was made of all the ashes of her memories, memories I foolishly erased, and the roads were being built by debris and junk that was not working. I could only let a scream get out.

And I screamed.
While my hands were on my head, and I was facing the heavens, on my knees and frail.

I screamed

tl;dr the death of my mom, a break up with someone that meant a lot to me, and other things that were also much more complicated that happened last year manifested themselves into a dream

I miss my mom


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I had a dream where I murdered somebody and had to creep around my family estate avoiding the law. Everything would be fine if only I reached my room. This very dream played for two nights, but hapenned before in different settings.


>be more honest with yourself and her
It's over for me now, she has a boyfriend now and I don't know how long its been going on between them. I have a weird way of dealing with things that hit emotionally, like a delayed fuse. Like everything, too little too late huh

I'm trying to tell myself I'm going to learn something from this someday, the loss is real and as twisted as it sounds possibly necessary that I feel the pain. I'm already in a bad spot in life and something that can hit like this might have the effect of jarring me and putting me back on track.

I'm afraid of whether or not this really is the truth or just another lie I want to believe


The loss of a person quite like that is devastating.
I have experienced it, I think the best you can do now is understand what brought you to the situation you're in now, and try to make amends from here.
My best suggestion would be to seek counseling, but besides that, I think you might be a bit too harsh on yourself. Just as you managed to talk to someone like her, you will get to talk to someone like her in the future again.
Just be sure that, when this person arrives, you're ready to open yourself to her, without any strings to your previous sweetheart attached, and let love in. Besides, it would be disgustingly disrespectful to force yourself on her now, wouldn't it?


>Besides, it would be disgustingly disrespectful to force yourself on her now, wouldn't it?
I'm afraid so. I'm afraid of all that you just said to be true and that this is the path I'm to take now.

Not everything can go my way, can it.
>Seek counseling
I am speaking to an old friend about it who I haven't been keeping in contact with (they were just happy to hear from me at all. I guess I should consider myself lucky in some way.) and he says if I have nothing to lose, what about at least trying to reach out to her and getting closure.

What do you think about that


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You can try, but there is the chance she might not want to talk things out.
You're lucky you got a good friend, why not try to go out with him more often? Spend more time with him and see what you two can do?
As someone struggling with those feelings often, I think that what triggers those memories and wishes of being together with her again, is being in a rut. Try to get to a better place to yourself, find yourself more comfortable, meet new people. It will all play out accordingly.
If she wants to talk things out, then let her. If you want to talk to her, go ahead. If she doesn't want to talk things out, you'll need to reach to that closure on your own


> If she doesn't want to talk things out, you'll need to reach to that closure on your own
I just want to voice myself, if it isn't going that way then the show must go on..


I've been dreaming of an old friend lately. We lost contact, but it seems they're still on my subconscious mind.


Dreamed about driving behind a car that had two motorcycles on the back, with the front wheel touching the street. Two people were riding on them with their backs against the direction they were going. Then the car hit a large bump and both got catapulted into the air and crashed into the railing. One of them survived badly injured.


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Best friend went to army and we lost contact. Had a silly dream where I was serving as well and entirety of some other allied military base came over to our base with a horde of village girls because one of those girls was getting married to some guy from our base. Commander of the other military base staged the marriage to assassinate our commander with an explosion. I noticed something wasn't right and jumped out before the building exploded, caught up with commander of the other base, knocked him down and we kicked him to death with our base's garrison. Rest of the dream was a political play because all command staff was dead and the other party couldn't leave our base for some reason, we weren't openly hostile to each other but it was apparent that both groups were plotting against each other out of caution. At some point I was done with us failing to uncover their plots or make a plan ourselves, so I grabbed an axe and bursted into a room where our and the enemy party were discussing something and started attacking a man three heads taller than me in the chest. He looked like Mike from Breaking Bad, but was much bigger, beefier and wider. He reminded me of Armstrong from Metal Gear Revengeance. Mike was unharmed after my attacks and looked down at me. I looked at my axe and only now noticed it was rusty and dull. Before Mike could punch me into the ground someone from my base jumped and kicked him in the head, yelling some kind of war cry and my allies in the group started attacking as well. We took Mike down and rest of the group had to retreat due to being outnumbered. After that we had a meeting where I was scolded for my lack of progress in gaining the upper hand on the enemy and was laid down from acting on my own. Position of leader was given to a short bald chinese man with a nickname "Chinaman". My memories of the dream after that are blurry, but I know it ended with me saving the girl from the enemy base and establishing peace with the act. I asked her if she'd like to stay with me or go back to her base and she laughed at me before going back. I spent rest of the dream watching sunset from roof of one of the buildings.

At early point of the dream, before the explosion, I found said friend's SIM card and put it into my phone. Later, his brother was calling, but I didn't accept the call because it felt rude to take calls meant for my friend and I was going to just give back that SIM card to him when I find him.
He used to have a brother IRL, but he died by suicide many years ago.


Had a nightmare that lasted for what felt like hours. I was sitting behind my PC, noticed a shadowy figure walking to my door and starting to unlock it from outside. I jumped towards my door, leaned on it with my shoulder and tried to hold the lock still. The figure kept tried to push the door open and I kept holding it shut, but whenever I tried to scream for someone to get help my mouth would just exhale air with no sound. Then I woke up, saw the figure walking to the door, jumped out of my bed and started holding it again, same story. Then again with the PC. First thing I did when I woke up for real was check my lock, what a stressful dream.


Lisa Becomes a Time Lord.
By M C
I can't remember the name.

Lisa Simpson becomes a time lord, and transcends the concept of time. She is able to exist in the past, present, and future. I recall seeing a room with an ice floor with walls and many hallways. Then, I see a lot of typical psychedelic spiel. Lots of colors and patterns constantly moving. Then, Lisa is in a room with a peer practicing piano. The peer is a bit annoyed at being disrupted. I think at this time, Lisa joined a group with similar power or something. Finally, Lisa is killed and Homer avenges her death. He's on top of the plant with Lenny nearby. Below is Mr. Burns and Mr. Smithers. They say they won't be able to open up this metal box that they'll use to celebrate, but someone takes out a crowbar-looking thing and the guys cheer. Finally, on the ground with a sunset, Chalmers tells Skinner(?) that his job is a lonely one. You have power, money, houses (literally said), but you basically forsake having any real friends or partners. The episode closes out with Homer going into the box, which on the inside is vast and filled with a mysterious yellow goop on all of the insides.

M C is someone who's made a few dreams of mine already, and in the commentary, that being, the people in my head in my dream, have said they've liked a few of his works. Who is he? I forgot.

That was one of like, three of four dreams. I can barely remember them now. It's been like, almost two hours since I awoke. They were probably just as weird. RIP Lisa Simpson.


What if you were the (M)ain (C)haracter all along?


Had a dream about some nerdy girl asking me if I want to hold hands. Apparently neither of us knew what the deal with handholding was and we spent the whole evening not letting go despite trying to do things like use laptops or read books. The dream had no erotic feelings or context, but the act of handholding felt like the most intimate thing possible.


I was an android with a group of 2 or 3 other androids in a wasteland, possibly the surface of Mars. Our batteries were on their last juice and we were arguing what to do. Then a giant fireball flew into us and I woke up.


I founded my own martial arts dojo and got a nickname, that was a pun on hello kitty. After the training session I drove to the edge of a forest. It was raining and I went into the lush green woods. A short climb lead me to something like a small shrine. It had a pitched roof and the wood looked almost black in the rain. Next to it there was a plant with a long stem and round leaves the size of a foot on alternating sides. I took a look over my shoulder to check if someone had followed me and bent the plant down to somehow open the entrance to my secret home.

Then my alarm promptly ended the journey.


I appeared in some sort of cozy home "escape room" with my friends, solving some primitive puzzles and at the end being asked to cross a river without touching it and with no equipment at all.
After joining some pieces of wood together with a wire I attempted to walk the plank across but the whole concoction sunk along with me, leaving the presenter to burst in laughter.

I appear in some sort of cozy home "escape room" alone. Since I already know all the puzzles, I follow the step by step but then I notice that there are some men in radiant green uniforms welding a cube together. I ask them whether I could pass but they apologise and say that the way is closed.

After searching the whole basement area in panic I stumble upon a small kitchen with a doll dressed up as a gothic version of Nanny from Totoro inside. I follow her into a mossy dark green aquarium of sorts with a small steep path down at the left and an open cave opening leading to light and even more moss and yellow flowers on the right.

After obviously choosing the steep path into the abyss I get into a tunnel where a weird pixelated font flashes before my eyes telling me:

"You cannot pass
you need 10 🪙 to pass."

The next thing I remember is relaxing somewhere at a meadow working on a magical ring of healing when the grandma appears behind me and drops me an amulet with a dark bead inside. Before picking it up a popup appears in clear English: "The one who wears this shall be forever cursed with death." Noticing that I grab the amulet with a pair of sticks and throw it at the grandma. The grandma suddenly disappears, leaving only behind her clothing with popups levitating over it:

"Lucy's armour. May it protect the wearer from all illness and curse. With love, Maria~"


I was at the grocery store with Ragnvaldr from Fear and Hunger, we were buying a ton of food, but the shop worked in a peculiar way - you go to shelves with photos of food, pick up cards with image and name of product you want to buy, then later give them to the cashier and they'll bring that food from the back. We gathered a few handfuls of cards and were waiting in line, but that tall rabbit from Amazing Digital Circus and his random friend cut us in line.
I said something like "Yo, friend, I don't remember you standing here before" and he looked in the other direction, acting like he doesn't hear me. I got angry and thrown him onto over my hip and onto the floor, but in the act all the grocery cards I prepared fell out and splattered all across the room, that made me even angrier, so when he stood up I thrown him down again and started putting him in leg and arm locks. When I let him go people in line and the cashier told me that it's not that big of a deal, I don't have THAT many cards.
I go "OH YEAH?! WHAT'S THAT THEN" and start showing them random cards I pick up from the floor, they have pictures of a character from some story and their name, cashier and others help me understand who those characters are and sort them into categories.
Then I pick up a weird card, character description is just "?!!", the picture is just some random pink mess and the name is Niiksi-11. I ask in irritated tone "The hell is Niiksi-11?" and everyone starts looking at each other with confused looks. Cashier asks me "What's Niiksi-11?", I show him the card, he screams and I lose consciousness.
When I woke up I was lying on the floor of that same shop, but lights were out and people were all crowding together and looking at me with terrified expressions on their faces. I looked around in confusion and one of scared customers whispered "Paradox…", I asked him "What paradox?", some kind of explosion occurs and I lost consciousness again.
When I woke up again I was on the floor in some kind of cellar/bunker, only ~half of customers were with me and Ragnvaldr explained that they already called the rescue company that takes it's fee by taking all rescued people as slaves. We had a console and watched broadcast and messages stating ship's arrival and our last chance to recall the rescue request. We did not do that and the console started showing logs of battle between the rescue ship and Entity 8. In the end, the ship defeated Entity 8 and Ragnvaldr told me it's not a bad fate to be enslaved by this company because they will just enlist us in their army to fight against similar creatures.

From my feeling, when people were afraid of me in the shop I was both the Entity and myself at the same time, but when I spoke we separated.


In my most recent dream, I talking to someone about doing Judo


I dream of mustangs…


Today I was rushing to the community place at my place since there were burglars trying to rob it out of the nothing that there was. After a while of finding nobody we surrounded the basement exit (that for some reason leads outside, is 10 feet in the air and looks like a gate to hell) and opened said gate.

Two younger men jumped out of it, a smaller forward-leaning man with short dark hair and a bigger chunkier man with lighter brown hair. Both tried rushing through us all without a weapon, the chunkier man with a phone in his hand. I managed to grab his phone and started sprinting away with it as the man was getting through the barricade. Thanks to my knowledge of the layout of the place I was able to gain a huge lead. And then I was suddenly sent to the Shadow Realm.


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I had a dream that I was in this place called, I think The Black State or something.

In this dream apparently there were restrictions put in place that would control everything about your life. My grandparents acted on these restrictions and would force my entire family to go along with it.

I could only eat staring straight forward, because I had to be able to see my mother in my peripheral vision in case something happened. I was eating, I think like pelican jerky or something? It tasted and looked like maple bacon.

I think there was some kind of sentry going back and forth across my vision.

I was at school. At school and on the playground, kids would often break down from these restrictions. It was the only place where they weren't restricted. But they were still being watched.

Teachers and other faculty members would watch each kid carefully. They'd see how you interacted with people, how popular you were, etc etc. And also, your popularity seemed to be determined by how white your teeth were.

Before I woke up, the dream shifted into the perspective that this was all from the past from Mr Garrison from South Park.


Walking towards our home with people who apparently were my family. Got stopped by a large pack of bullies who wanted money from us, told them to fuck off. They got our location and later raided us. Fought off few. I tried to call for help, but was too emotionally shaken up to manage that. Had this dream before.


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Lately, I've been wanting to take up running. I struggle with social anxiety, poor health, and living in a big city makes it very challenging for me to just go and do it. Last night, I had a pretty interesting dream. I found myself moving through a crowd of people from the past. Suddenly, my fingers became entangled in the very long hair of a girl I used to talk to. People around us accused me of doing something terrible, and I started to back away. It was incredibly stressful, but then I realized I could just run away from them. Mind you, I didn't sprint away. I remembered that beginners should keep the pace slow, so I just trotted away from the angry mob. LOL.


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I have dreams that are either about romance, architecture, or night terrors that I'd rather not get into because uncomfy. Usually the romance and architecture ones seem to merge. I had a dream recently about being in this mansion on the water intentionally shaped like a boat where I would have nice, cozy times with this girl I really like and been talking to (outside of dream). We would cuddle in the night, and occasionally invite our friends over for karaoke and movies that were projected on this huge living room screen and make nice dinners in the kitchen together. It was really surreal but I honestly loved the dream and have been cherishing it in my head for some time since I had it.


That sounds wonderful, I hope this warmth stays with you.
Many years ago I had a dream like that, and every once in a while something reminds me.
Even now, the strength of feeling it evokes amazes me.


Me again, I guess I was thinking about that dream, and how I'd explain it to someone.
I realised to explain the feeling fully, I needed to explain a little about someone in it, and in exploring that I realised it was a feeling I'd carried with me more than half my life, and never mentioned.
So here you go rolls, the rambling secrets of an insufferable fool.
We met in the first year of high school, which where I'm from means around 14 years old.
We grew to be pretty good friends, and in time I developed pretty strong feelings for her. I didn't think she was interested, and I valued the friendship, so I kept it to myself.
Over time we drifted apart, took different paths in life.
She ended up dating an exceptionally dull classmate, at the time it was a bitter feeling, but I moved on.
Through talking out those feelings, and some similar ones in return I ended up very close to her then best friend, now one of my closest friends.
We both moved away to study, and drifted further still. We met up a few times after that, but she wasn't the person I once knew.
The last time we spoke she was utterly preoccupied with money, and virtue signalling to her fancy new friends. The dull classmate had dumped her, and she was now dating a guy with very wealthy parents, and who was absolutely smitten with her, but had all the personality of a damp paper towel. She was telling me how great everything was going, but it felt so forced, so unnatural.

I'd been going through a bit of a low patch myself, and I sort of expected the meet up to bring back some pangs of youthful yearning, of tragic unrequited love.
But instead it was just sad. To see the wonderful little weirdo I used to know leading a life I know she would have once found abhorrent. Aspiring to things I don't think she really wanted, and settling for easy conveniences over following her passions.


Sometimes I wonder, what if we had got together all those years ago? I doubt it would have lasted, but perhaps it would have set her down a different path. Perhaps could have held on to the wonder and beauty she used to see in the world, and made peace with who she was, instead of reshaping herself to another's mould.
But back then I didn't really know what was coming, and the suspicions I had I didn't really credit.
I'd have been going against what I thought was best for her then in persuit of my own teenage horniness.
And if things had gone my way from the start, might I have ended up the same way? For sure my experience back then shaped who I am today.

It's all very presumptuous of course. I've no good reason to believe I know what's best for anyone. But what I wouldn't give to find out what might have been.
In recent years I've come to realise she's probably pretty autistic and didn't really know how to make sense of her feelings and others advances back then.
The life she was living when we last met was perhaps a mask she adopted to fit in with the people she saw as successful.
I hope it's not that simple, I'd much rather believe she really is happy with what she's got. But it's hard to believe…
And of course, that was years ago too. Perhaps she has moved on, and found herself. That would be the best outcome.

That's kind of what the dream was about. It came to me a few years after that last meeting.
There has been some kind of apocalyptic event, I don't know what exactly, but there was noone around but the two of us.
We were working on a farm, planting potatoes and digging channels for irrigation. It was hard work, the sun was fiercely hot, she was complaining constantly and I was finding it harder and harder to put up with.
Somehow we made it through the day without screaming at each other, she asked me what next, I shrugged and wandered off. We found ourselves on the roof of a big warehouse, looking out over the work we'd done as the sun began to set. Just kicking back and taking it all in. After a what felt like forever, I turned towards her. She was still looking out at the sky, but with little smile, and a light in her eyes like she'd finally realised what it was all about. That wonderful satisfaction of a job well done.
And that's where it ends, that feeling, the feeling of sharing that feeling, of finding it in someone you least expected, of finding out someone you thought was gone was there all along.
Absolute bliss. It gets me every time, stronger than any real memory I can think of.

Of course, now it's outside my head it reads less wonderful, and more narcissistic fantasy…
Am I just projecting my own feelings into a memory of her? Probably.
But I think it's worse if it's true, if she really is faking a life she doesn't believe in and I'm just leaving her to it.

I should get in touch and see how she's doing.
I don't know if she'll appreciate it, but I'd rather be a well meaning embarrassment than a indifferent memory.


Apologies for the blog post, I typed the whole thing on my phone in the tiny reply box. It was so long (or perhaps so self indulgent) the server wouldn't accept it in one go.
I don't really know why anyone would want to read it, but I do know one of the things I love most about this place is reading the little pieces of themselves others share, without any real reason or reward.
Touching fragments of humanity, floating in a big cozy soup.

But, finally, I have made it back on topic.
The last dream I can remember started with my next door neighbour climbing in my bedroom window to ask me where I got my alarm clock because he really liked the sound. I explained it was from Lidl, and I'm not sure if they still sell them. I offered him mine, but he declined. We both had a cup of tea, I let him back out the front door and went off to work.
It seemed a perfectly casual interaction at the time

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