started keeping a dream journal and already dreams are more vivid and easier to remember
i'm not even doing it diligently i keep being lazy hmmmmm

Dreamt I went shopping with Red but Alice tagged along and kept pulling shit to get my attention.

Dreamed about this commercial where a guy wakes up and makes lots of moaning sounds and the camera pans to a cat playing with a lump poking out of the sheets. It didn't tell me what it was advertising.

Lately I keep dreaming about my father for some reason. He loaned me some money in a dream last night and I think I lost it. I also keep dreaming about being in extreme pain in my right knee to the point where I can't walk. Which is strange because it hasn't hurt that much lately.

I've been hoping to dream about being other people again but I haven't in months that I can remember. Last year I was dreaming about being other people in other worlds/cultures pretty regularly. At first it was kind of disturbing but after awhile I came to enjoy it and now I miss it.

Had a nightmare that I missed the live broadcast of Precure and AiPri. Thankfully managed to avoid that becoming reality. I guess it was kind of a warning.

I dreamt that a brown haired meganekko held my right hand. Her hand felt very warm. (´・ω・`)

>>126462
cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute

Had a new dream for the first time in I dont know how long.
Was not a good one.
I don't know who they were, but me and a group of people got a six storey building and everyone had a single storey to their own. We did some huge renovations to it. Then the scene suddenly changed to me in a class of all the people living there and my highschool crush was there too. My seat was placed facing towards the back of the room for some reason so I moved my seat to face the black board which happened to place the seat next to my highschool crush, she took it as something I deliberately did to get close to her so she moved her seat away. Then suddenly I'm at my job buried by a mountain of todo work and everyone is mad at me... then I woke up.
I want to dream a good dream...

Wish I had dreams about my armless and autistic high school crush.

Had a nightmare where I was found guilty of something and was scheduled for a lung to be removed and me having to spend the rest of my life in a hospital. All this happening in medieval times so everything was very uncomfortable.

I keep thinking that every story and feeling is a real life in an alternate dimension, where the laws of physics and logic may be different from this dimension. I'm so exhausted from this... every time I think "wow, life must suck if I were him" I have to imagine a life where I was him.

Dreamed about my Dad again. We were walking in some post-apocalyptic city. I was carry a rifle and we were scouting out places to spend the night and trying to figure out how we were going to move my Grandmother to it. She can't walk long distances without assistance in my waking life.

Anyway, we came to a group of houses and Dad told me he was going ahead to start a fire for the night. He was carrying one of those old fire bundles in his hand. He told me to go back and tell the others. That he'd be waiting for me when we returned. I woke up trying to find my way back to the rest of the family. I got lost and was in a panic.

>>126677
>I keep thinking that every story and feeling is a real life in an alternate dimension, where the laws of physics and logic may be different from this dimension

I think this as well. That we're living multiple lives without realizing it. It's like we're all logging in to some RPG and have made multiple characters. We just happen to main one of them more often than the others.

I've had so many dreams where I'm other people. I usually wake up upon realizing it. But sometimes I can remain in the dream long enough to catch a glimpse of myself. The crazy thing is when I'm in those dreams my entire personality changes.

I once dreamed of being a pre-teen or young teen girl. I was with my older sister and terrified of being in public. I was the cute kind of shy. My sister took me clothes shopping at some massive underground mall. Then we went to the photo booth together. After that she met up with her friends who were either in college or high school. I was so shy I could barely introduce myself. After that I started playing some futuristic version of billards. Mainly as a distraction/excuse to not have to be with the group. I'd never seen it before but I knew the rules and how to play it. It was like a pin-ball table field with bumpers and multiple pockets for the pool balls. The sticks were made out of some kind of metal and some of the balls had lights in them.

I played one game with someone and lost because I had so much anxiety about playing with them. I think they were one of my sister's male friends and I had a crush on him or something. After I lost it was my turn to rack the balls. I bent down to get them from under the table. Then I realized people could see my pantsu and quickly tried to cover them with the short skirt my sister forced me to wear that day. That's when I realized I was wearing girl's clothing and started to wonder why I got talked into cross dressing. I looked down at my legs and saw the skirt and a pair of cute boots. Then I realized I was much shorter than usual and that my voice sounded odd.

At that point I woke up. The moment I realized I was a small female it was like my connection to the server was turned off and I was forced back into playing with a a much more boring character. The same one I'm using to post with now.

The fact that my personality changed to match the avatar I was using really messed with my head for a long time. After that dream I realized I had many before where I was a variety of different types of people. I once dreamed I was an old man on my death bed while family members came in one-by-one to have their last words with me. My sons, daughters, grandsons, in-laws, sisters, brothers all came to visit. Then my wife sat with me as I was dying. I had this massive family and remembered living a long life of hard work and struggle. We owned a small farm and I'd moved my family out west to take advantage of free land from the Government. We traveled to our free plot of land by wagon. It took us months to get there. I think I was living in the mid-1800s.

Dreams are really interesting.

Had quite the interesting dream. At first I was in a lecture hall and for whatever reason I wanted to change my clothes, so I took off my pants and put on some sweat pants and then also put on a hoodie. The girl next to me didn't seem bothered. Then I sat around for a while leaning back in my chair until I looked outside and noticed it was raining. Then I was outside walking in a parking lot. I was with the girl I had been sitting next to and she said something about turning everything into a parking lot, which made me let out a comical "Noooo!..."

As we were walking, I was looked around and noticed that the license plates on the cars were on the front and the long type, like what's seen in Europe. Eventually someone pulled up in their car and a few other people walked up to it, as did I. It was fairly interesting looking. It had styling like an El Camino, but the front was more modern. Instead of having a bed, however, it was enclosed with a long trunk. Sedan-like, but two doors with an El Camino-like bed that actually an enclosed trunk. The trunk was long, like a liftback, but it was hinged beneath the rear windshield like a trunk. The person there showed us around the car, and lifted the trunk. As I peered inside, I thought it was interesting that the trunk was carpeted. I also notice a spare tire depression, but there wasn't one.

While I was peering around, I noticed that my late grandfather was standing nearby and also taking interest. He had worked in the auto industry with one of the major automakers as a designer and engineer, and was asking the driver about their car. The driver was explaining that they had done an engine transmission swap, and bought the engine and transmission separate, sight unseen. For some reason the car became like a cutaway model and I could see inside where there was a turbo and also a brake line, which had started leaking. One person ran up and put their finger over the leak to prevent it from spilling everywhere.

At that point I found myself in a large warehouse that I instinctually knew belonged to my family and we were moving around things like boxed old CRTs and putting them onto warehouse shelves. After walking the warehouse, observing some things that I recognize and helping with putting some things onto shelves, I heard some sort of noise. I don't actually remember what the noise was, but it caught my own attention and everyone else's; someone had been desperately injured. It was a cousin of mine. As I got nearer, I rounded a shelf and saw them lying on the ground motionless. I recoiled, not wanting to see how badly injured they were. While standing there, I heard someone else shout for everyone to get to the doors and not let the person responsible leave.

I ran to one of the rolling door entrances and found myself outside. I was walking with two or three other people. A man, a petite woman, and my grandmother. Somehow I knew the man and woman were the ones responsible. They began looking at me sidelong and acting suspicious, which made me nervous. I blurted out, "I know you did it. I'm honestly kind of relieved. That my cousin." That made them perk up, so I continued. "He was always annoying as a kid. It wasn't until he moved away and I saw him next that he had matured a lot more, but he still always quirky." I wasn't sure if these people had bought my story to get on their good graces, but they stopped looking so suspiciously. As we continued walking, I found myself in the backyard of what was apparently my grandmother's house.

We were in the backyard on the side of the house where the fence turned and became a gate next to the house. All of a sudden the man pulled out a revolver and shot at me. Somehow I sense the revolver from behind me and dodged out of the way, and came around smacking the revolver from their hand. It landed on the ground and I retrieved it, aiming squarely at my assailant. He had another revolver but wasn't shooting. I shot and missed and shot again, which hit them in the head, killing them instantly. The girl who was with him didn't attempt to run, which I found odd. I wasn't sure how she was involved, but I apprehended her and called the police to report what had happened. While we were waiting I shouted out for no one to come through to use the side gate and to go through the house instead.

My grandmother was saying some nasty things about my cousin which I didn't appreciate. Apparently they had lost their arm somehow. A door coming down on them? I wasn't sure. They were either dead or in grave condition. I thought about the things I had said about them, and felt a pang of regret. My only solace was knowing I had at least killed one of the people who had injured or killed him.

The last thing I remember was kneeling on the girl's back, her arms crossed behind her as I held the revolver to her back to prevent her from running away. As I sat like that I wondered to myself if I would find myself like one of those people who had apprehended a shooter, but having a gun themselves, found themselves being gunned down by the police who misidentified them as being the shooter. I still had the revolver that the man had after all. As I was left with these thoughts, the dream ended and I woke up.

Dreamed I was alone in the deep sea and I was replaying my life because I had cravings for sweets.

I had a series of strange dreams a couple of nights ago. I can only remember the first one now. But all of them were so strange I was waking up every few hours. Strangest thing was upon waking I was hearing someone talking in the room but I couldn't understand the language they were speaking.

The dream I remember most vividly was one where I was on a train. I think it was in Japan or at least some modern country like Japan that has good bullet train service. The train car I was in was eerily quiet and mostly empty. I didn't know where I was going but I knew I was going all the way to the end of the line to a small town I'd visited a long time ago. When I finally got to the last station I departed the train with the one or two other passengers.

The town was small and covered in snow. It was dusk and already twilight. There weren't any people around. I wanted to ask someone where I was at but there was no one in the station. The other two passengers vanished. When I lost sight of them for a moment when looking around they were gone when I looked for them again.

Suddenly, the station was filled with people standing in silence. They were all female. I asked one of them where this place was and what they were doing.
>We're waiting
Waiting for what?
>We're waiting for you. Come home.

Then I woke up. When I woke up I heard one of them continuing to speak to me like it was in the room. I rolled over and no one was there. I couldn't understand the language they were speaking in anymore. It sounded like some ancient language. Like you'd hear in an old documentary about waring states period Japan or China.

I fell back asleep pretty quickly despite being shook up. I had another similar and very odd dream but I can't remember the contents of it now. I planned to write both of them down upon waking for the 3rd or 4th time the next morning once the sun was up but I went about my day and forgot. I think I had at least four of these "come home" dreams that happened in different periods/places. They all went pretty much the same way. I was traveling to some place I knew I'd been before. When I got there people were waiting for me. When I started speaking to them I'd wake up. When I woke up I could still hear them but could no longer understand anything they were saying.

>>128906
I am surprised you managed to pull the trigger. Any time I've dreamed about needing to fight someone or pull the trigger on a gun I lose all strength. My punches land like pillows and I never have enough strength in my index finger to pull the trigger on a firearm. Sometimes I'll switch to my middle finger (or multiple fingers) and try to pull back as hard as I can. But I can never squeeze hard enough to actually fire the bullet.

>>128984
Clearly you're a gentle soul. This reflects poorly on me, huh...

>>128906
that was a vivid description, rarely do I ever remember a dream this vividly
>>128984
i dont know about real life but I would probably shoot in a dream where my cousin gets killed and I get an attempt to get killed

>>128986
Would a blood god really appreciate blood donations?
Could you gain Neptune's favor by beating a body of water to make some waves?
Is Thor in need of lithium batteries?
Will Ra like my gift of a candle?
What would Lain think if I sent her an email with a virus in the attachment?

saw a dream where towards the end of the dream there was a creepy figure repeating something to me over and over again; was in a safe environment right before that to think anything of it inside the dream, but as I woke up I realized how creepy that was..

Last night I dreamt I was on my old school bus and jumped off before arriving at school.

Guys I had a strange dream yesterday and I wanted to see if anyone else knows what I'm talking about. I met something in my dream last I've dubbed the "dream parasite". It wasn't the first time I met it but it's the first time it has shown up in a long time.

It's like this; I'll be having a normal dream. Last night I was walking around some endless store room with my father. He was showing me stuff and giving me things out of random boxes. Content really isn't important. Just understand it was just him and I talking/walking. There had been other family and friends in the dream before this part of the dream. But at the time it was just us.

As we're doing our thing two girls I've never seen before in my life appeared in the dream. One was a young woman and the other was her daughter (I assume). These random people just showed up and inserted themselves into the dream. It was like they were attempting to blend in with us without us being the wiser.

The "dream parasite" always looks almost human at first. If you look at them in the face/upper body they look normal. At least for a little while. But they have a tell. The hip/leg area of their bodies is never in the correct proportions. I don't want to say they're fat. It's more like they just can't maintain the proper appearance of a human being if you pay too much attention to them.

In last night's dream one of them was trying to take my attention away from my father and the other one she brought with her was doing the same thing with Dad. They were attempting to shift the dream into a wet dream. They attempted to take on the appearance of my ideal woman. In the past I've seen them change form/shape/face and assume the appearance of old girlfriends. But they can't ever get it perfect. The lower body always betrays them.

Once you realize what they are they get very angry and lash out/attack you. At which point I usually wake up. Several years ago I had one visiting me almost every night. She would entice me into having sex and as soon as I would cum she'd change forms into what I can only describe as a demon/hag/troll and start laughing at me.

What really freaked me out was once she did this and I woke up almost instantly. When I woke up I saw her sitting on my dresser. She was about 3 feet tall, was laughing manically and was in the room with me like she was really there. It was so clear. I know I wasn't hallucinating she was as solid as any real person. Then I watched her fade out from reality like a puff of smoke or fog. Laughing manically the entire time but I couldn't hear the sound of her voice anymore.

When that happened I sought out advice from a local "witch" I guess you'd call her. She gave me sage and some talismans along with some instructions on how to use them. I "blessed the house" and those "attacks" stopped happening nightly. Stupid me forgot to bless the first floor of the house though. Next morning at breakfast my roommate that sleeps down there started bragging about this awesome dream he had where he was having sex with this beautiful woman but he said at the end of it she turned into a monster.

I've noticed these "dream parasites" only show up when I've been using/abusing certain substances. I haven't abused substances in a long time but I did take what was basically alcohol in a pill the day before this last dream because I had a bad day and wanted to relax. It's like they're attracted to you when you're at your weakest and depressed.

Perhaps this is a succubus? Whatever it is, I hate it and I'm happy I can now recognize for what it is while dreaming. It gives me hope that keeping a journal is paying off. My dream recall is much better lately and I've been able to go lucid more often. Not on command yet. But I'm getting there.

If you can remember I encourage you to pay close attention to random characters in your dreams. Like I said the proportions always betray these things. They do not act like regular dream characters. They act like they have minds of their own.

Anyone seen anything similar to what I'm talking about?

>>128986
>Clearly you're a gentle soul. This reflects poorly on me, huh...
I suppose so. Despite my outward appearance and fighting all of the time in my youth (never started one) I really hate violence. Most people I've talked to said they can't fight in dreams. You're actually the first person I've spoken to about this that seems to be able to throw a punch.

>>129530
I swear I didn't generate that last post with machine learning. My image refers to the badly done anime art I generate on my GPU because I'm bored and have no life.

If you've experienced the "dream parasite" please let me know. I've tried to search on the web for people reporting similar experiences but I'm finding them very hard to locate in search results. If you search for "dream parasite" you get a bunch of links to some crappy movie they've been talking about making for the last 4 years. Searching for "succubus" is also a horrible idea for reasons I'm sure everyone already knows.

I've read some stories about hags and what-not. But it's hard to find original reports. Most of the stuff I do find seems to be bad attempts at creepypasta.

Since I posted a long bad dream I'll add a good one I had a few days ago;

I had this really cool dream where I was another person. This has been happening more and more often lately. We were in a city visiting random family owned shops. We went into a manga shop or a book store for awhile then to a cafe together. There were 6 of us and we'd all been close friends since elementary school. We were celebrating the fact that we'd all gotten into the same high school together by passing what is one of the toughest exams in the country. We all took pictures together in photo booth and played games at what I can only describe as a retro futuristic arcade. Then we went shopping for clothes together.

You've probably already guessed it but I was a girl. Third of fourth time I've dreamed about being this same person. I was a bit older and far less shy this time. Normally, in my dreams I'm either myself in waking life or if I am another person I know something is off and wake up pretty quickly. But this dream went on for what felt like days. It was like I was living another life and had been living it my entire life. I never realized I wasn't "me" until I'd woken up and already been awake for several minutes.

I find these types of dreams really interesting. The fact that my ego totally changes and I can see life from another perspective. The older I get the more I'm starting to believe the we're living multiple lives at the same time without realizing it thing. Like my brain is just an antenna picking up a signal that is "me" that exists some place else. I guess you could say I have multiple playable characters and when one of them is sleeping I log-in to another.

I've dreamed about this same life 3 or 4 times that I can remember now. Always in a different time period of that particular life. But the world mostly stays the same. Only minimal changes to fashion/fads and scenery. My home is always the same though and it really feel like home. The friends and family there is always the same to. I'm wondering if I'll be in college or at least later years of high school the next time I go back there. The first few dreams I was barely out of middle school and hiding behind my Onee-chan's skirt because I was too shy to talk to anyone outside of the family. Now I'm less shy but still aloof when I'm that person. It's a total 180 from how I am in waking life.

Anyone else dream about being other people? Think I've asked here before but can't remember is anyone responded to the question. I've dreamed of being at least a few different people. I think I've dreamed of being many more but just couldn't remember them until my dream recall got better.

Out of all the dreams I do have these feel the most real. Most of the dreams I have when I'm myself feel very unreal. Stuff happens in them that is absurd. Where when I dream of being this person it sometimes feels realer than my real waking life. It's pretty cool and a lot of fun.

>>129532
You're very lucky. All that I get are either dreams that are exactly like my every day life or nightmares that alert to me to what could happen if I continue doing certain things. The only time I ever dreamed I was another person was when I was like four and I dreamed that I was a chubby girl. I was standing next to the wall of a school I knew, but it was a bit different. At the time I thought these were maybe memories of a past life, but I've never experienced anything similar since.

>>129535
These didn't start happening for me until a few years ago. Before that I either didn't dream at all or I would have horrible nightmares when I did. I know people claim you just don't remember but I am sure I was not obtaining REM sleep for many years (over a decade). First few doctors didn't believe me and said it wasn't possible. But I finally got one that understood why. He said it was a combination of multiple concussions and the drugs the other quacks had put me on. One of the main side effects of them was not entering REM sleep or having horrible night terrors when withdrawing from it. Since I wasn't taking it like I was supposed to (thank God) I was constantly in rebound. As I'd only take those pills when I'd been up for several days without sleep. In fact, for many years I rarely could obtain sleep without staying up for 3+ days if I didn't take medication. No matter how hard I worked during the day I was simply unable to fall asleep at night.

I wonder if it's past life/another life. It just feels all too real. My entire personality changes. My internal ego/thought process changes. I speak differently. I have different interests, likes, dislikes and I even enjoy foods I absolutely hate in waking life.

They are very nice dreams and I hope I continue to have them. I've dreamed of being other people but never as often as this JC/JK aged girl.

I wish I was a better artist so I could capture the feel of the place. It isn't like I'm dreaming that I'm in an anime or something. It's a world kind of like Earth or maybe Earth in the near future. Society is totally different yet oddly familiar. The culture isn't like any country I know of but still oddly familiar to some (pre-2000s America mixed with 80s Japan meets 1950s idea of the future is how I'd describe it). Technology is different but not very far advanced past 2020 level tech. At least from the things I've interacted it.

One thing I've interacted with technology wise is this futuristic version of billiards. I am a bit of an expert at it in that life. The table and rules are kind of like normal pool. Except the table is laid out more like a pinball machine and it has bumpers and lights on it. I can't remember how you make points now but when I'm dreaming those dreams I'm really good at that game. Every time we go out somewhere I bug my friends to play it with me. They humor me but I can tell they don't really want to because they know they're going to lose.

On the other hand I'm terrible at stuff I'm really good at in waking life. Like driving. I'm terrified of driving in general when I'm in those dreams. The cars aren't like cars we have though. They're more like hover cars if that makes sense. I opt for train and walking whenever possible.

The thing that really throws me off about it is the fact that I'm the younger sibling when I dream. The baby of my family. In waking like I'm the oldest. I'm also very tiny compared to people my own age. Like I'm the runt of my class.

It's amazing how normal it feels. If I do realize something is wrong before waking it's always because I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror or see my own feet/legs. I've heard you can't normally see yourself in mirrors in dreams and they haven't worked for me when I've managed to go lucid before. But in those dreams they work just fine for whatever reason.

I should probably sit down one day and go into extreme detail about what I see/do over there. Maybe it would help me recall them better and visit them more often.

Oh well, keep trying friend. I'm sure if you put your mind to it you can have dreams like this to. I think everyone has these far more often than they know. I just think they don't remember them.

Just had a dream... kind of?
I found myself in the border between sleep and waking up. Without opening my eyes, I started thinking about what to do. That's when I noticed that I didn't know where I was, or what I was doing. I started to try to think; was I trying to sleep? Was I waking up in the morning?
I heard some people talking outside. That's bad; normally I wake up before everyone, so that could be a sign that I overslept. Opening my eyes slowly to try to make sense of what was happening, I found myself on a very dark room. I couldn't see much of what was happening, but I slowly realized that it was my maternal grandparents' house. The window was closed with a curtain, but I could see a bit of the glow of the Sun, and it looked more like afternoon than morning. That's when I remembered - ah, I actually took a nap during the day. That's pretty rare for me, but this time I was very tired... wait. Something was strange. I wasn't visiting them - why am I suddenly here? Then, my mouth opened, and my jaw got stuck. Finally, I understood: I was stuck in one of these dreams where you can't wake up easily. However, this time it was a big letdown. I just had to struggle a little and within less than two seconds I woke up, in my paternal grandmother's house. After waking up for real, I remembered that I tried to rest a bit and noticed that I was going to have one of these dreams.

I used to have a lot of these dreams back when I was a kid. I'd notice even before going to sleep: my jaw would get heavy, my eyes would get shut and I could only open them with great difficulty. After I managed to sleep, I would then be greeted by the dream. It would always be the same situation - I am in bed, my eyes are open, but I can't breathe, can't move and can't speak. I would try to struggle out of it, but it'd always take lots of time and effort to do it. Sometimes, I'd wake up only to find that I was still on another dream, like there were layers of dreams to wake up from.

I think there's a specific word for that, but I never cared enough to search it or tell anyone about it. But it made nighttime hell. I would have these dreams multiple times a week; sometimes, inside the dream I would start floating towards the ceiling; other times, I would feel immense terror. I would always wake up in the middle of night, sweating profusely. It was horrible. This time was a bit different - it's the first time that the place I was sleeping on during the dream was different than the place I was in real life. I can be sure of this because the room where I am is well-lit and has no curtains. Anyway, this was fun but I spent more time writing this than sleeping. Ah well, I'll try to take another nap.

Had a weirdly vivid dream where v went on a losing streak in majsoul and had a psychotic meltdown in a thread.

Had two strange dreams about breaking out of the matrix this morning. Can't remember the first but still vividly remember the second.

In the second dream I was walking down a street with a girl. She dropped something into a storm drain. I decided to reach in and get it. When I looked down the drain I noticed there was a lit path down there. She told me not to go but I couldn't resist the urge to see where the path went.

When I dropped down reality kind of tore in two. Like I could tell the street was faked. It was like a prop from a movie set. I told her I'd be right back and started walking down the path I'd found.

When I got to a turn I saw a bright light down at the end of the corridor. I ended up in a very bright room filled with computer consoles and robots driving around attending to various tasks. I walked for a bit and stumbled upon another simulation like the one I'd just left.

There was a small ground of people standing at the entrance of that simulation's "cave" for lack of a better word. I asked them what was going on. They were pissed off that I'd escaped my own because it was going to alert the controllers. Since I hadn't taken the same precautions as they had. They told me I had to go back to my own simulation right now before the controllers figured out I was missing. They promised to come free me and everyone else in that simulation once they'd gotten more people unplugged from their own. One of them looked like Picard from Star Trek and he was tinkering with some machine. He gave me a direct order to go.

I didn't really believe them but these people were obviously upset so I left. I decided I'd go back to my own "world" and break out again later when I had more time. Probably during the middle of the night or something.

I got lost on the way back looking for my own simulation. I ended up following one of the robots for awhile as it was attending to whatever tasks it was doing. I stumbled upon another room filled with computer consoles. Except these had small black domes of them that would convert matter to and from binary data. While I was poking around some half robot half organic beast monster thing waddled into the room. I hid behind something so he wouldn't see me. He was messing around with one of the computer consoles. Then a few more came into the room with a human. They placed her in front of one of the domes and she disintegrated into pure light. Leaving only a bit of hair behind that ended up falling on top of the console. The robot man beasts were upset by this for whatever reason.

After that I knocked something over and they were alerted to my presence. I ran as fast as I could trying to get back to my own simulation. When I thought I'd finally found the entrance to the cave I'd wandered out of I ran into it as quickly as I could. But when I got back to where the storm drain was supposed to be it was sealed up. Then a bunch of the robot manbeasts came into the cave and surrounded me. I woke up at that point.

I wish I could remember the first dream because it was similar. I didn't break out in that one but reality was breaking down and I kept figuring out things were fake like we were on a movie set. The girl I was with was in both dreams and was doing everything in her power to convince me that I'd gone crazy.

Saw a scary one.
Lived in one of the higher floors of an apartment with three (four?) other people. One of us had their bedroom right next to the entrance, two of us were farthest from the entrance, with our own personal verandas.
There would be paranormal occurrences regularly, a being would try to break into our room and we'd have to kill it. It seemed to be a normal thing in that world. Each of us had the affinity to fight against a certain type of enemy. One day it was skinwalker time, but the guy with skinwalker affinity was not in the room. We had two hours to do something about it before the being would get into our room and kill us all. We waited and waited, but the skinwalker guy never came.
Two of us were at the veranda while the third one was sleeping in his room next to the entrance. Two of us decided to lock the hallway leading from the entrance to our rooms while waiting for the one with the skinwalker affinity to return, leaving the sleeping guy for dead if the skinwalkers were to get in. One skinwalker gets in. We hear screams from the other guy, banging on the door, but we don't let him in. He starts breaking down the door, we're begging him not to let the skinwalker to us but he breaks in with an axe. We tell him to kill the skinwalker with the axe, but he's pretty upset with us. So upset that he starts going at it on his own head with the axe. Blood and brains everywhere, he's dead, we're panicked. The remaining two of us run towards the veranda, trying to climb into our neighbor's room and escape. Some random guy falls to his death, I hear a girl scream "dad!!" as he impacts the ground. I peek into the neighbor's room and see Kaiki Deishu and Shinobu (lol). I cry for help, they head out the neighbor's room, presumably headed towards our room. Then I wake up before I get to see them in action.

Had the best dream ever. I got a great computer with a massive screen that curved all around me. Ate spaghetti with tomato sauce while sitting next to Frieren and Saber.

I had a dream where I revisited another dream I had years ago. I was at some bad-mitten tournament taking place on a mountain. If you got the birdy or whatever they're called past the person you switched places with them. That is how you would advance to the top of the mountain where you could join the cult hosting it. But it's a trick. I figured out the first time I went there that they were tricking people into joining so they could milk them for their blood. They all have some disease that requires regular blood injections to stay alive.

This time I was going to leave as soon as I realized where I was at. But my little sister was there and they had fooled her into joining. I lost track of her and searched everywhere. Finally after down 100 flights of stairs I ran across the person in charge of the cult. We got into a heated passive aggressive argument where I let it be known that I know that they know that I know. She called in security to deal with me but I escaped on to a bus. On the way to the bus I found my little sister and got her out of there.

As we were leaving the cult members were chasing us with needles.

Ridiculous dreams like this is why I think dreams don't come 100% from our own imaginations.

Dreamed I needed to go pee. Spent a few seconds in the bathroom trying to wake up since I had a sneaking suspicion I was in a dream. It didn't work so I peed in the toilet, but I woke up just in time to hold it in and I ran to the toilet and peed for real.

Had a nightmare where I locked myself in a bathroom while someone was trying to kill me.

I had a dream the other night where a norm anon turned himself into a banana and started living under my bed.

Had ANOTHER nightmare about school

Had a dream this morning where I was getting shot at, scared the ever living shit out of me, bullets were whizzing by that kind of shit.
Think Kuon was in the dream too.

>>132957
PICKLE RICK

>>133610
More like bananon.

I had horrible dreams about a nail driven through the end of my penis and I was prepping to pull it out with pliers. But I couldn't get up the courage. Then I woke up but was in that half awake / half asleep state. At that point I heard a dog bark very loudly like it was the in the room with me. But there were no dogs anywhere near my house or even in my general neighborhood.

I bothered me so much that I woke up and looked outside to see if a dog was passing through my yard or something. But thinking more about it that couldn't have been the case because the bark would have been muffled instead of sounding like it was right next to me. So what happened?

1) I dreamed about a dog barking for no reason while awake. Unlikely
2) Someone hacked into my PC and was playing dog barking over the speakers to mess with me. More likely.
3) Ghost of my old friend came to visit because he knew I was in pain. Most likely?

Whatever the case. I'll never know the real answer.

>>133611
These shabs look like they LOVE bananas.

My nap turned into a 3 hour sleep and I dreamt that I was a manga MC and I got to flip my chubby older sister.

Dream that I was being chased by cops in Venice, and Junko Enoshima was there for some reason.

fell asleep really briefly and had a weird dream that i saw a tv commercial about wojak themed sports paraphernalia

any dream interpreters around?
I need help interpreting my dream
in real life im 32 years old but in my dream I was back to being a kid, around 10-11 years old
I was riding a horse around the neighborhood when I came across a guy just chillin nearby
as I approached him with my horse, out of nowhere, my horse suddenly bit down and tore off half his head—literally ripping it apart.
he was unquestionably dead on the spot.
I started panicking, thinking, "omg omg omg, my life is over! my family will have to financially support his family forever, and I’m going to lose all my money!"

what the HELL?

owned

thread merged bump

>>135501
I'm not sure you can ascribe much meaning to such a dream. Maybe worry about hurting someone or a pet? I don't know, I'm not a psychologist.

>>135501
Why is 10 year old anon wearing a crown?

>>135501
>im 32 years old
>in my dream I was back to being a kid, around 10-11 years old
>as I approached him with my horse, out of nowhere, my horse suddenly bit down and tore off half his head—literally ripping it apart.
>he was unquestionably dead on the spot.

You view yourself through two separate lenses: your conscious mind, pure and youthful, and your desires and actions: unlike yourself, uncontrollable and potentially violent, or life-altering. You fear what you might do, but feel unable to stop yourself. Alternatively, you might feel tied to a particular course of fate and unable to change it.

>my life is over!
>my family will have to financially support his family forever
>I’m going to lose all my money!

You are unable to tie the consequences of your actions to yourself, deflecting blame in directions other than yourself: your "life", your "family", and your "money".

Had an odd dream where I was at the beach and for some reason had to investigate a house my grandpa owned because teens inside of it were making a fuss about something and it turned out it was haunted due to some murder that we then had to exorcise. After that had to rush home to see one of my relatives but the roads were getting kinda flooded. Then once I got home to prepare for going out and started driving my family out there were sea creatures of all types blocking the roads I had to drive through. There was a giant squid in a tunnel that was trying to attach itself and pull us towards its mouth to eat us, and I hit the gas to try and get away but it was really stuck to me. Was woken up before the dream could finish, though.