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- Sat, 27 Jun 2020 23:11:55 EST QF80Aew0 No.46618
File: 1593313915929.jpg -(617724B / 603.25KB, 1200x967) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. exes
Been like nine months since I've had any kind of interaction with my ex but this last week or so she's been in almost every one of my dreams.

Is this good? It feels more annoying than anything, no idea what it's supposed to mean
Nell Crandlestock - Sun, 28 Jun 2020 13:33:19 EST I6KAUwnN No.46619 Reply
Maybe it's not just about her.

Your dreams reflect something you're thinking about. Maybe you're lonely and miss a relationship and she's the freshed version of that you have. I dunno your relationship and if you miss her or if it's bad dreams, or if you are just lonely generally. It's possible to reinforce your own dreams so don't dwell on them when you wake, or remember what sucked then get on with the day. I've been dating my current girlfriend for 10 months now and she's only just started being more than this awareness I'm not single and doing things with me in dreams in the last couple of weeks. The mind is weird.
Ernest Soffingwell - Sun, 28 Jun 2020 21:14:02 EST QF80Aew0 No.46620 Reply
Sounds about right. Quarantine horniness hits everyone different, apparently.

How do you fly in dreams?

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- Mon, 02 Mar 2020 20:33:42 EST bG5T7U2x No.46512
File: 1583199222395.jpg -(37508B / 36.63KB, 635x336) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. How do you fly in dreams?
I've heard that flying in dreams is pretty common, and I myself do fly in dreams sometimes, but the weird thing is I have to flap. It's sort of like a double jump ability. I have to do this thing that is like a butterfly stroke, with both my arms and my legs, and it will launch me higher into the air, but then I start to fall back down again so I have to keep doing it. I land often and it's more like I'm super jumping although I can keep it going long enough to enable flight like motion. Only rarely indoors have I been able to hover though, everywhere else I gotta do this flapping double jumping bullshit.

How does flying work for you? Can you just lift off like superman?
Nicholas Nallywud - Sat, 27 Jun 2020 05:21:21 EST j12EJkSh No.46617 Reply
I was able to fly by thinking about it when I was younger. I eventually lost the immediate feeling of flight, and went through a phase of " double jumping" The double jump stuff happens because you are having difficulty feeling natural flight. Try surfing or swinging and remember the gliding feeling going to sleep.
Nowadays I explore most by walking around. I save flight for surviving extreme falls by gliding into a landing, or getting away from an entity I can't fight/reason with.

Worst Nighmare I've ever had

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- Thu, 25 Jun 2020 19:37:30 EST yGpbNZ8Q No.46616
File: 1593128250954.jpg -(7215B / 7.05KB, 290x174) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Worst Nighmare I've ever had
I don't remember most of the dream but I remember the end. This happened about an hour ago and I can't resist sharing. It was so fucking crazy. I want somebody to make this into a movie.

It started with me living in some kind of commune-like small house with a few other people. Somebody chick I was friends with randomly accused me of a crime I didn't commit. I grabbed all my stuff and started trying to get away with this person and a mob of people chasing me around trying to ridicule me and ruin my reputation.

I ran for a long time, through many different rooms and concrete hallways and back entrances.

I end up getting away from them to discover that I'm in some kind of giant casino resort in a futuristic in Las Vegas, and the room I came from was like some kind of fake simulation, a cabin in the woods type thing, inside of a massive room with a fake sky-ceiling.

So I'm in this big casino, but the casino is mostly just a big hallway that connects all these other rooms, the real tourist attractions. I know I'm in Vegas because I check my phone and see my location on google maps. I even see the building I'm inside, some kind of MASSIVE castle covering probably 10's of miles, and I have no idea how to get out of this place.

I start asking people how to get out of this place but they're all assholes and think I'm trying to ask for money or something. They all just pretty much ignore me or are scared of me or something. "Ignore the crazy man", as they hold onto their wives and children, basically.

I finally find a pretty cool guy who says he'll help show me the way out. He jokingly says he'll help if I give him a penny, and I say I'll give seriously give him 10 dollars and I just want to get the fuck out right now.

He starts leading me around and we start going down a big escalator into a huge dark rain-forest-themed room. It was like a big rainforest cafe without the cafe. The theme was as if the rainforest and nature had overtaken this room which had marble floors and vaulted ceiling etc... On the walls were overgrown trees and stuff like that, but the room itself was some kind of fancy lobby. All the lights were out and the room looked like it was supposed to be out of service or something.

As we're going down the escalator, a huger than normal gorilla comes out from the trees and starts walking towards us. I knew it was some kind of mechanic gorilla with AI, but it did not seem friendly. It seemed like it wanted to murder us. I turn around to discover the guy is still at the top of the escalator, and the rest of the escalator has disconnected and started moving into the room. So he's at the top, and I'm on the stairs, and a huge gap is forming between us. I'm stuck in the room with no way out.

I begged him to help me and he basically said sorry but it's too late and wished me luck. He said that if I die in here I die IRL, implying that this gorilla truly was about to kill me. I felt almost betrayed, as if he had sacrificed me to this fucking robot gorilla.

The whole thing felt like some kind of animatronic simulation gone-rogue. It felt a lot like Jurassic Park mixed with Five Nights at Freddies. Pick related but without the strings.

So I'm standing on this escalator thing, afraid to go down. I'm also scared of heights and at this point I'm basically shitting myself, and the stairs are moving closer and closer to the gorilla who is moving closer and closer to the stairs.

I finally woke up completely drenched in sweat. It was the most vivid and terrifying dream I've ever had. It had practically every different element of terror at some point.

I just felt like sharing. Maybe somebody has some insight on what it all means. Maybe somebody can turn this into a script of some sort.


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- Thu, 25 Jun 2020 03:40:12 EST nP8yIfVI No.46615
File: 1593070812213.jpg -(12201B / 11.92KB, 240x244) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Nightmares
I keep having dreams about large bugs and arachnids. The last dream I had I was frantically looking through my old bedroom (that I had when I was maybe 16 years old) terrified of of these large bugs with deformed abdomens scurrying across the floor frantically, as I attempted to kill them. They were about 4 feet in length. I found a rifle under my bed with a ruined mound but in my mind, in the dream, it was my old guitar. It was my first electric guitar, in fact; a generic strat but shaped like a rifle which I attempted to fret like it was a guitar. When I did so, ants rendered in and out of the handle like I was lowering the draw distance in a video game. I woke up in a fright because I knew that every time I have a dream involving bugs, it represents anxiety. Something bad is about to happen, I just know it. I 'll keep you posted if anything goes down.
Anyway, tell me about your nightmares

Strange signal

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- Tue, 21 Apr 2020 04:41:31 EST s0jiwWTH No.46551
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non !! I found this signal on the Internet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7MSFQZJSq8&list=LL8Hl4wSKvUUL8qKlFE4P0Zg&index=6&t=0s
After the audition, strange things started happening to me !!

First I had a panic attack , and then I wanted to sleep

But the strangest thing happened after that , and I started having strange dreams

dreaming about games that don't even exist

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!!nOu201Dt - Sun, 01 Mar 2020 00:57:50 EST 4B8RCsoI No.46508
File: 1583042270678.png -(1276242B / 1.22MB, 1920x1080) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. dreaming about games that don't even exist
kinda hard to explain but i would lucid dream and try to get the name of the nes game i was playing and realizing that it doesn't exist. 3 dreams later i gave up and forget what the dream games were even like
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Fuck Boffingkadge - Sun, 08 Mar 2020 19:34:44 EST u9CM70I+ No.46523 Reply
Not long ago I had a dream where I listened to a whole album by Iron Maiden. The cover art was The Trooper but instead Eddy was wearing jungle camo. The music was vivid and I could repeat the same song multiple times without it changing. Wacky.
Matilda Bremmerlig - Mon, 22 Jun 2020 13:50:29 EST 6VDR/evI No.46612 Reply
One time I had a dream I was playing halo 2 and I was duel wielding energy swords
Phoebe Branderwell - Tue, 23 Jun 2020 16:20:46 EST fZYOR9AB No.46613 Reply
I haven't played games (seriously) for years now, but I still dream of them. Usually it's completely new game but most of them are reminiscent of css.

/yume/ refugees

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- Thu, 18 Jun 2020 06:19:54 EST 0Vvic7o9 No.46611
File: 1592475594520.png -(7224B / 7.05KB, 410x511) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. /yume/ refugees
i feel like a few people here are /yume/ refugees from when uboachan started declining in members (like 2014-ish). just wondering how many people here were there


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- Wed, 27 May 2020 19:07:15 EST 8zkRua5A No.46573
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No one is safe in The Forest Of Nightmares...
Luckily you brought your best friend Zack with you.

Do you suck Zack's penis?

Please select:


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Lari - Sat, 13 Jun 2020 20:59:10 EST spxiju5a No.46609 Reply
Drawn To Black
Album Above The Weeping World

[Verse 1]
Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades
Swathed in regrets, deluded astray
Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair
Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Rending and searing and twisting my dreams
Alone in the gloom with the nightmares unseen

[Chorus - Whispered]
The night has a thousand eyes
And the day but one
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun

The night has a thousand eyes
And the day but one
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun

The mind has a thousand eyes
And the heart but one
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done
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ELUVEITIE - Sat, 13 Jun 2020 23:28:49 EST spxiju5a No.46610 Reply
Eluveitie Lyrics
Play "A Rose For Epona"
on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad)
"A Rose For Epona"

Do you feel the thorns?
Do you see the tears?
Do you see the blood shed in this fell war?
Have you forsaken us?
Have you forgotten our faithful men calling your name?

While I stand before you
While we perish
While I lay down a crimson rose
While holding hands
Are forced apart
While hopes bog like condemned men

Were you there?

The sky is falling on me
As your hand's turning old and weak
I'm giving myself up to thee
A futile sacrifice gone sere

In your nemeton
These grey stone walls
Are cold and silent
As the fallen
Mother gone deaf
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do you stop dreaming???

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- Mon, 01 Jun 2020 20:05:42 EST OqyunyWw No.46581
File: 1591056342597.jpg -(333740B / 325.92KB, 750x731) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. do you stop dreaming???
is it true that you stop dreaming as you get older? please tell me this not true
Lari - Sat, 13 Jun 2020 17:44:08 EST spxiju5a No.46607 Reply
you dont stop dreaming...
and as far as i can tell no one has ever died either...

sounds created using math

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- Fri, 27 Dec 2019 09:31:45 EST LZnFeI6u No.46447
File: 1577457105025.gif -(240175B / 234.55KB, 280x280) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. sounds created using math
You can recommend similar sounds for sleep created using math
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Constant Sexual Dreams

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- Thu, 02 May 2019 01:14:45 EST PX+0HmS4 No.46228
File: 1556774085963.gif -(406179B / 396.66KB, 370x278) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Constant Sexual Dreams
So, I don't know what's wrong with me. Is it normal to have mostly sexual dreams? I don't really deny it's pleasurable, but I'm worried because I'm a severely sexual person and something like a sex addict in addition to a drug user.

The girls are typically people I can't recognize or haven't met but maybe drawn from elements of pornography. I don't cum while I sleep but wake up hard.

Do I have a brain tumor making me want sex all the time??? Sometimes it is a bit weird, especially because in the dreams, I'm far less gentle but never to the point of causing permanent harm. am bestial in real life but not like that. Some kind of pervasive egoism?
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Phyllis Hubbleshaw - Sun, 26 Apr 2020 09:11:21 EST tJDqRsuo No.46553 Reply
Psychpathia Sexualis -like diagnosis from the late 1800s might call it satyriasis with hyperaesthesia without pollutions, and Dr. Kellogg would recommend you to abstain and eat his onanism preventing cereal, or otherwise get more roughage into your diet.
birn - Sat, 30 May 2020 23:20:38 EST XOnF3deH No.46580 Reply
i havent had one senice i lost my honorable beach wood bed frame.

Bump with your last dream

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- Sun, 25 Aug 2013 05:37:40 EST dTd50D2Q No.40182
File: 1377423460254.jpg -(23013B / 22.47KB, 350x504) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Bump with your last dream
Was a little drunk last night, high, and I took some 5-htp before bed. Got a crazy vivid dream where I met a dream girl. Can't tell you what her face looked like, but she had a great body and blonde hair (not really my preference in real life), but she was so down to fuck. We had crazy dream sex in the middle of a party on like a convertible limo cruisin' down the street.

The other half of this dream was spent running from the cops because I harbored a fugitive toon, Roger Rabbit (fell asleep to this movie like a week ago). That freaky judge from the movie was chasing after me.

Interesting side note, I had a recurring nightmare as a young child where this same judge would break into my house and I runaway through some parallel haunted house-ass dimension in my closet.

Anyway tl;dr post the last dream you had.

Pic related. Best estimate of the dream girl minus the beefy arms
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Shit Battingman - Fri, 22 May 2020 06:58:59 EST Qu2Cg1WQ No.46569 Reply
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Lol fuck I just remembered I had to struggle myself awake this night cause my sleep paralysis demon was a grayscale Ronald McDonald kinda floating just below the ceiling in another corner.
Not moving or anything, just hanging there giving me this sinister look.
Cyril Snodridge - Mon, 25 May 2020 08:48:03 EST Pb81PfOh No.46572 Reply
Bumping with the last dream I remember having. It's gonna be a bit of a long one.

>I'm living with my family in an old industrial space that has been renovated into offices. I'm sat in a room made up of brick archways with glass windows in the arches, there are other rooms beyond them on two sides opposite each other. Black drapes block out the arches into these rooms.
>My brother tells me that everyone is going to the beach and would like to know if I want to come along.
>Apparently I have a pressing task of pulling apart some ball point pens and reorganising them which I need to take care of then and there.
>My brother is disappointed but he understands the importance of my task, but also informs me that the FBI are dropping by to carry out some top secret mission while everyone is out.
>I figure the FBI wont mind my presence if I just ignore them and focus on my pens.
>FBI arrives and it seems to be working until I slip up and actually pay attention to what they are doing. They seem to be carting big plastic tubs into the building.
>Realise that they noticed me paying attention and I am now a little scared but try to go back to ignoring them and focusing on my pens.
>One of them approaches me from behind, seemingly observing my activity.
>A few seconds pass and I am then shot in the neck with some kind of dart and lose consciousness.
>I come to and momentarily see myself in the third person. I look a mess.
>Realise the room now has many other people busying themselves at desks that have all been pushed into the centre of the room to form a big rectangle.
>The person next to me notices that I've awoken, we are somehow familiar with each other. They ask me what I remember of the last two years.
>"Absolutely nothing" I respond, shocked at realising I've been in a fugue state for two years.
>We are both silent for a moment. My mind is reeling.
>Suddenly someone slams into the glass partition behind us.
>It is a woman in a lab coat and she is hammering on the glass in absolute terror, pleading for us to let her in.
>I somehow know that if we help her we will all die. She is then wrenched back behind the drape by some unseen force.
>Muted terror permeates the room.
>A radio suddenly punctures the silence with a desperate voice imploring us to get to the beach if we want to survive.
>Everyone is still too stunned by what just happened to react.
>"We need to go" I say to my friend but no one moves.
>"We need to go NOW" I repeat, grabbing my friend by the arm and heading outside.
>We emerge outside in a large quadrangle that is crowded with people all trying to escape.
>As we move we pass over a large sewer grate. I can hear inhuman murmuring coming from the depths.
>My friend knows those voices mean danger and drags me away by the arm.
>Behind us people in the crowd begin to scream.

Then I woke up full of curiosity. Where was that dream going? What had happened to me in the two year fugue state? What happened to my family? What was the threat and why would we be safe on the beach?
birn - Sat, 30 May 2020 23:18:05 EST XOnF3deH No.46579 Reply
i was in a dark part of town. some car stop at a intersection.

Masks: faces melting to fabric, faces disembodied and faces torn

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- Thu, 28 May 2020 21:24:40 EST 8ulsttj1 No.46575
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I had this dream, the other night, which echoed a recurring theme that I wonder if anyone else has experienced.

In this dream, at first it looked like some new-age beauty pageant. Gorgeous women in makeup were wearing these werewolf costumes that were hyper-realistic. Mirrors and wardrobes surround them.

A woman who is dressed more practically, in business-casual, comes in and professionally warns the women without causing unnecessary panic.. there's something wrong with the costumes, everyone needs to stay really calm and follow her precise directions and everyone will be okay. The atmosphere shifts to one that seems playful and harmless to one where nothing is irrelevant, pure uncertainty and anticipation of how this could be affecting the women and their health.

A zipper is revealed beneath the werewolf fur, up the hairline, attaching false skin to real. Everyone, one by one, has to stand extremely still while the zipper is undone, or else risk permanent damage to their face and muscles and nerves. One woman panics and starts screaming as the zipper seems to be stuck, the calming voice of the female medical figure drowned out as blood starts gushing. "Careful, it's okay, it's okay, don't move." The atmosphere shifts once more into panic as the remaining masked women witness one potential fate and the horror unleashed despite its simple nature.

This bore a striking resemblance to past dreams from years prior. In one, I became "conscious" in the dream as a man wearing a Spiderman mask somehow managed to light his head on fire. It was a thick, heavy mask - not some cloth that burns away in a second. Eventually his screams went from horror and panic to pure pain, the heat of the flames reaching his skin as everyone around him attempts to help. The fire is extinguished and the dream ends while the man's face is being discovered as melted and fused to the mask, making removal seem like an extensive medical project with no hope of full recovery.

In another, a man's face hung from a hook with shrivels of flesh hanging from his loose and unbound skin which once covered neck and shoulders. He was still talking and expressing agony as another man prepared to wear him, draped upon his own face, over his neck and shoulders.

Anyone else?

Reoccurring Dreams

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- Tue, 05 May 2020 19:33:39 EST TarHNjti No.46561
File: 1588721619272.png -(679205B / 663.29KB, 1024x1024) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Reoccurring Dreams
I just had a weird dream that I've had before. The dream takes place inside a house that I've never been to in a part of town that I used to frequent.

The house is filled with rich mahogany and leather bound books. u get the picture. The dream house is owned by Arnold Schwarzenegger (LOL WUT). Arnold is in the company of a couple non-descrip hipsters and they are all smoking joints and blunts. The house has a free flowing floor plan and a restaurant is adjoined to it. House servants and cooks come and go about their jobs as Arnold, hipsters, and myself all converse in the living room/dining room.
We talk about pop culture and in semi-lucidity i ask Arnold what books he is reading. I go on to ask if i can borrow a book. He responds by saying that if I want a book of his, it will be no problem but I will need to give him collateral to take the book. Somehow i smooth talk my way into say that my word is good enough collateral and he will see his book returned. A chef drops off his lunch, and the hipster kids pack a bowl in a bong and leave. At about this point I wake up.
This is the second time i've had this dream. I am both mystified and perplexed as to why my subconscious would create this dream world for a second time. The theme of borrowing a book was the same. The hipsters smoking bud were the same. The house layout was the same. The restaurant within the house was the same.
Speeddreamin' - Sat, 23 May 2020 04:20:31 EST abaBx0OO No.46570 Reply
Reoccuring dreams can be weird. I used to be tortured by a marionette with a long nose from Thomas and Friends as a child, who would trap me falling thru an endless black void with just his face as pins & needles turned to knives stabbing me.

But, when I was 23, I had the same dream 2 nights in a row despite smoking Cannabis heavily (usually no dreams).

I was reading in bed when the devil (malice and fear, hatred and evil manifest) appeared and said he would claim my soul, and all he had to do was scare me.

Well, a jaded horror junkie and comedian, I taunted his every effort the first night and laughed in his face. Night 2 he kept inverting my bedroom but still, I taunted and made fun (even though you could feel the sheer evil and power manifesting in the dream, and I didn't know I was dreaming - tough shit! haha!)

Well, I pushed it too far when I took my pillow covers off and threw them on the floor where I couldn't see, and told him to turn them into spooky ghost-sheets.

I paused; nothing happened. I looked over the edge of the mattress to see a girl in a white gown crawling from beneath my bed on her back, spewing black ichor from her eyes and mouth. FUCK! Scared me.
I immediately awoke. Guess he got my soul! Hahahaha
Speeddreamin' - Sat, 23 May 2020 04:21:50 EST abaBx0OO No.46571 Reply
Like, I really ripped him a new one, I kinda feel bad. OFC, demons probably don't deal with vulnerable self-esteem so it's all gud. He got me soul anyhow sooooo...


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