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Bump with your last dream

- Sun, 25 Aug 2013 05:37:40 EST dTd50D2Q No.40182
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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
💤💤💤💤 - Sun, 25 Aug 2013 13:32:10 EST Ge8PZo2d No.40183 Reply
The last Dream I remember vividly was one where I was walking my college campus for reasons unknown. At one point I remember slipping into one of the toilets and for about 5 seconds, became lucid. This was enough for me to set my plan in motion. I willed that the next person to turn the corner would be a hot chick. At first I was disappoint when some nerdy IT looking guy with a pocket protector and glasses came around so I closed te door tithe toilet just enought to see them pass but not notice me. I tried again and then this really tall black haired Latino looking chick came past, so I grabbed her by the arm and said lets fuck. Within a manner of seconds I was eating her out from behind as she gave me head. Lasted a fair while too. I could feel the sensation of my tounge poking in and out of her pussy though after a few seconds she became loose. The whole loose thing is a reoccurring theme in most of my sex dreams. They never seem to stay tight :/
Oh well.
George Pockstock - Sun, 25 Aug 2013 14:41:17 EST dKH1kXrd No.40184 Reply
>find myself in a world ruled by criminals turned into clowns
>they get superpowers and shit, losing all memories
>essentially banished into circus life forever
>after 2 years amnesia breaks and they take over the world
>be group of fugitives
>hide in deserted underground area of my city
>meet this one girl I know from real life
>she's an insane medium between the world of insects and humans
>end up getting handed missions
>as in, "steal a bottle of vodka and pour it into the spiders' lair... let them SUFFER! the queen tolerates no failure..."
>always seemed to appear right after a given mission, out of nowhere
>wake up just as she's about to give me a footjob

Fucking trazodone
Ebenezer Giddlebanks - Mon, 26 Aug 2013 01:42:49 EST i2+WgdPI No.40193 Reply
My last dream was FUCKED

Saw my stepdad that I don't have get shot like 5 times with a shotgun in the chest by an ex cop and saw one of my good friends get shot in the arm by the same ex cop.

The one after that(they occurred the same night) I stepped on a nail and actually felt it go deep into my foot. First time I ever felt phsyical pain in a dream.
Faggy Navingmut - Sat, 30 Nov 2013 11:55:06 EST ISMdZ9lh No.41141 Reply
in my dream last night i was comforting this pretty girl that seemed sad (no idea who she was or what happened) and we locked eyes for a while and started passionately kissing. once we both got our clothes off i woke up. it honestly felt so good/real.

i guess this is a sign that i haven't been laid in a while and have been single for the past 2 years lol.
Dingleberry - Mon, 02 Dec 2013 17:58:19 EST W/9ab2KY No.41166 Reply
>walking around high school (recent graduate)
>see girl i graduated with who was a slut
>told her "fuck you and suck cock"
>went outside into the school plaza
>under construction
>walked over and around the construction equipment
>get bitten really hard on my lower back
>wakes up
Martin Clerringtane - Sat, 07 Dec 2013 09:13:59 EST Tw5S0kW8 No.41211 Reply
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>Witness the birth of the first complete wunderkind
>The child gets thrown away from parents who are unaware of his potential
>The child grows up with extraordinary mental capacity, talking and calculating like a supercomputer
>The child then demonstrates his awareness by talking to the ocean
>He sings: "I am the young angel. What is the capital of the ocean"
>The ocean replies through ripples: "I am the sea angel. The capital is the North Zarita Front"
>The child grows older and develops 21/20 telekinesis
>Kills innocent people
>Dream ends with the child flying away
Ernest Fuckingworth - Sun, 22 Dec 2013 14:27:28 EST uJ1O7/j2 No.41285 Reply
I was in some kind of high-school type setting. Floating through the halls, giving no fucks. Anyway this cute asian girl who wanted me to lick her crack became my girlfriend. Then I woke up and remembered that I'm alone, then I realized my weed is missing.
Barnaby Fettingsark - Mon, 23 Dec 2013 03:52:10 EST IE9C48FP No.41289 Reply
IDK I can only remember the tasty parts

>car ends up crashing into hospital
>I am escorted down flights of stairs to the basement in hopes we'll live if the rest of the building collapses
>start eating bacon cheeseburger
>eat bacon cheeseburger for the next hour without a worry
Yojimbo !zuhmdSRuSE - Mon, 23 Dec 2013 14:40:16 EST iRoUi85M No.41291 Reply
>Be me
>In a car
>Some hot milf is driving
>Keep checking her out
>She notices
>Next thing I know I'm in a class room with like 10 other people and the milf
>We start to fuck each other and the other people are like "mm, interesting" like they're art students studying something, yknow?

And then I wake up.
Faggy Gadgekadging - Tue, 24 Dec 2013 00:21:35 EST IE9C48FP No.41293 Reply
>travelling in Morrowind-like landscape that's illuminated by small hanging glowing orbs
>do something that makes them go out
>roll an apple over 2 dying spiders to make them go back on

-sequence break-

>parents driving me somewhere
>I'm hanging outside of the car and doing crazy shit
>stop at Wendy's
>order bacon cheeseburger
>manager tries molesting me while I wait for it to be ready
>eat bacon cheeseburger for the next hour with no worries

Hope I get 3 in a row tomorrow.
Martin Fuckingwater - Tue, 24 Dec 2013 13:05:36 EST X9mpMN8g No.41294 Reply
Running around with super powers fucking shit up. Then driving my car in a half pipe. Then in my old house with my mom and this chick chilling with a machine on the ground, they ask me why I bought a cookie warmer and I reply that I like me cookies warm, then my mom says shes letting this chick borrow it and I say no, the girl stares at me and frowns for like 5 seconds then I wake up.
George Fogglemock - Fri, 27 Dec 2013 17:39:42 EST Se0aJB8X No.41308 Reply
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>Be half lucid, not in control but aware, analyzing, and remembering
> Be sitting around a round table breaking bread with 5-7 of your closest friends having a conversation.
> Realize that you are sitting at a round metal table eating dinner with 5-7 inmates in a prison, still having the aforementioned conversation.
> Realize that you are sitting at a round table eating dinner in a convent with 5-7 nuns, continuing the conversation.
> Realize that you are sitting at a round table made out of candy eating dinner with 5-7 witches in a ginger, still chatting away about eating children which is somehow completely relevant to the conversation you've been having this whole time.
> Realize that this has been going on forever and could very well continue because you've done it this time, you've obviously taken something, you've overdosed, and this is the afterlife while sitting at a round table eating supper with Massa, Missum and 3-5 of their perfect white children on the plantation, the conversation having turned to a newfound life in bondage.
>Wake up.
Rebecca Hacklewater - Sat, 28 Dec 2013 11:50:44 EST ONN0GOl2 No.41313 Reply
ok, last night:
>be dreaming
>walking around a party or arcade or something
>need to go
>open a door and my roommates standing there really surprised with his key ready to unlock the door
>sort of awkwardly pass each other
>he sais I stink
>of what?
>but I haven't shit myself
>walk on a bit
>feel my arse
>it's wet
>oh god did I shit myself
>manage to look round at the back of my jeans some how
>people gather and start laughing
>somehow my friend has drawn out something with shit across my jeans
>know it was him because he drew that before
>look up at him and he's trying to hide his smile
>stops trying to hide it and it spreads out into a really malicious grin.

Incidentally, that friend is an asshole but thats kind of the most best thing about him. I just don't really know him well enough to trust him very well yet.

in an unrelated event, just before I was going to sleep an earlier night i saw a very evil grinning face with huge teeth which scared me shitless so I couldn't sleep for another few hours.
Molly Bondermere - Sat, 28 Dec 2013 13:30:48 EST mJDLViVG No.41314 Reply
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>no work so sleeping in late
>be lucid
>walking down a hall way
>reach door at the end of hall
>opens up into an empty auditorium that holds about 300 people
>decide that it needs to be bigger
>close door and reopen
>theater now looks to hold about 500
>some guy behind me tells me this is a video game and that this theater is the next level boss arena
>get nervous but fuck it yolo
>enter the theater
>i'm in the very back behind the last seats looking down towards the empty area between the front seats and the stage
>throw up my hands and shout something dumb like "bring it on bro"
>boss materializes in the aforementioned empty space
>looks like a big tank made out of bones
>it rolls back and forth firing shots at me
>i make my hand into the shape of a gun like little kids do
>i'm ducking behind the seats and pillars in back firing back shots
>my finger gun is now rapid firing like a semi-auto
>bone tank begins rolling up the aisle coming for me
>keep shooting, pieces of bone breaking off and disintegrating
>by the time it's 2/3 of the way to me it's completely obliterated
>nothing left but a giant black baseball cap writhing on the ground
>wtf i never noticed a hat on it before
>maybe it was inside powering it?
>keep shooting the hat until it stops wriggling around
>wake up feeling victorious
Doris Fanwater - Sat, 11 Jan 2014 00:57:52 EST xhsI0rbm No.41446 Reply
>Dream starts with a space ship attacking a train to stop it
>Myself and 2 others try to hold up the train
>The leader gets killed outside, i take his gun
>I shoot the conducter in the face
>Somehow he is split into 2 people(soul maybe) and has a coversation with himself about his childhood
>The driver gets the train going again so the other thief and I ride the rest of the way no problem. I hide the gun i have
>we get off the train in a crowded indoor market
>a old black lady who is racist is yelling at my friend, who is also black as we travel through the city
>We end up at an apartment building and start living there, my friend on the first floor, me on the third.
>after living there for a few months i worry that all the stuff already in the apartments belong to someone
>The owners come back, a couple with a young son, so i go to the 2nd floor.
>The mother on the second floor is nice and tries to help me find a new place to live
>My friend comes up and we go with the teenage daughter from that 2nd floor apartment to a bar for trivia
>I leave the bar and take a bus to the metro
>soon the train is not underground, but going through a department store. I get off and go outside
>The girl from the bar texts me, i try to reapond to her but my alarm goes off. Before it wakes me up i think its her calling me in the dream
Eliza Gazzlelit - Sat, 11 Jan 2014 07:29:05 EST GaYbzKN4 No.41447 Reply
Last night I had one of the creepiest dreams I've had in a while
>Be chilling in my room with friends
>Cat brings a crow in which it has caught
>One of my friends decides to kill it and put it in a bag, every ones laughing
(They would never do this IRL)
>I get anxious and try to stop them
>As soon as they do it the lights darken and the atmosphere turns very sinister
>Feels like a demon is in the room and I go fuzzy headed and dizzy
>I explain to my friends that I'm going to try and fix the vibes
>Begin to pray and focus on positive thoughts
>lights and atmosphere start to lift but it seems like there is an opposing force pushing them back
Wake up with an eerie sense of being watched, feeling very creeped out.
Clara Sunkinwill - Sun, 12 Jan 2014 13:32:14 EST Ifs90XJk No.41462 Reply
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I dreamt I was in a giant mech or something and my superiors were yelling at me because I didn't play by the rules...but I still got good results so they couldn't get rid of me I guess. Can't remember details.
James Bardfoot - Fri, 17 Jan 2014 00:39:33 EST tpHT/8u2 No.41473 Reply
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>Somewhere in a desert.
>No buildings around except 4 huge skyscrapers
>Go inside of one
>It's a hotel
>See members of a band from Italy I've seen a couple times
>Say hi, keep walking
>Go inside a hotel room
>Look out the window
>A huge inflatable Charmander is fucking up one of the other buildings
Ebenezer Crinningmire - Sat, 18 Jan 2014 12:11:20 EST uatSkdQ8 No.41479 Reply
I keep dreaming that I live in some small community in the mountains that's comprised of places I used to live and places I've never seen before. The people there are the same, some I know and some I don't. I can't remember many details but I always seem to be around dogs or looking for dogs.
These dreams have been particularly strange because I keep having flashbacks of them during the day, a little of the visual but mostly of the feeling of being there. It feels like an important place.
I've been very stressed lately and I think these dreams stem from the feeling I have of not having a home.
Phineas Clucklehood - Mon, 20 Jan 2014 01:12:03 EST mJDLViVG No.41490 Reply
>peeing in a toilet
>pee so much that entire surface of the water is yellow and frothy.

I made a new years resolution to keep a daily dream journal (and actually I started doing it back in mid December, and this is the first day I've had (almost) nothing to write about. Most mornings this month I've had at least two very detailed and complex dreams to write down about. Today? Nothing but me peeing in a toilet for a few seconds. I don't even remember what my surroundings looked like, just that there was a toilet and I peed in it. Fortunately I didn't pee my bed IRL. I'm still bummed and needed to put this out to vent. NB because my post sucks.
Simon Neddlekot - Tue, 21 Jan 2014 22:26:47 EST 0knNbgzd No.41503 Reply
I had started getting into the habit of WILD lastnight, i was laying perfectly still and heard a banging on the backdoor (which is in the kitchen, my girlfirend and i sleep on a futon in the first floor living room) I woke up shitting bricks and she was still asleep so it mustve just been a dream. I attempted WILD again and it followed shortly after i had succumb to sleep but the banging on the door persisted. I was to chicken shit to continue with it fearing id see some shit if i kept going. Im going to do it again tonight and i hope I have the knocking dream again to sate my curiosity. Ive done heroic doses of DPH in the past so i dont know why id be so afraid of a dream.
Jenny Sundlewadging - Thu, 23 Jan 2014 14:08:22 EST f0fPghbA No.41513 Reply
>giant mall is dark and a rave party (think proper 90s underground uk shit, but in some abandoned mall)
>dancing having a great time with some girl
>railing some powderdrug down the escalator handrail (physically makes no sense)
>suddenly a bunch of army guys storm in and start shooting people
>people fleeing everywhere, I see people getting shot in the head by automatic rifles, blood everywhere
>me and girl are now fleeing holding hands, she's crying
>we are now running up a steep hill in a forest, panicking, hearing the crazy army guys closing in behind us

that's all I remember. It was so happy at first then turned so dark :/
Jarvis Cillycocke - Thu, 23 Jan 2014 18:32:26 EST rs4+/C4+ No.41514 Reply
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one time when I was a kid I had a dream that there was a ghost party at my house (like a party but everyone is dressed up as a scooby doo style sheet ghost) and then I went to the bathroom to pee. I felt my pee spreading around me and realized that I hadn't moved my ghost sheet out of the way, but when I did I still felt it. and then I woke up covered in piss
Molly Grandlock - Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:04:04 EST pKl9qvED No.41531 Reply
>Me and my friend Z cruising in an Al Camino through deserted post-apocalyptic setting.
>Stumble across a seemingly abandoned build, first floor leveled, basement completely intact.
>Time to loot!
>Get out of the car, pull out our guns, and quietly open the door.
>The place is a complete mess, but has unopened bottles of alcohol and supplies.
>Spot two males; one black, one white, dressed like Raiders ala Fallout patrolling the south part of the basement
>Neither notice us.
>Motion to Z to take the one on the left, while I take the one on the right.
>We both unload, and they drop before they have a chance to even turn around.
>Mozambique drill. Very graphic, blood everywhere, brain matter splattered on the wall.
>Z and I grab both the bodies, and throw them in the back of the Al Camino.
>Drive out to a hidden cache we had of supplies, unload the bodies, and load up on the supplies.
>Wolves howling just behind us.
>Scramble back to the car, and drive back to the building to set up a base-camp.
>Walk in, and find my friend B and J already there, the place looking immaculate.
>Guns on the walls, supply closets full, gas-powered generator running, the whole nine yards.
>B:"Oh, you guys found this place too? It was a bit of a fixer-upper, but we thought it'd make a nice camp."
>Completely ignore the fact they fixed it up in maybe 20 minutes, and have a fine conversation by the heater, eating canned foods and drinking wine.

Nothing really exciting for me. Post-apocalyptic dreams are a reoccurring theme of mine. I haven't even played Fallout in years...
Archie Clerryham - Mon, 27 Jan 2014 15:53:17 EST b1FbZkLN No.41532 Reply
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>dream I'm dating Yvonne Strahovsky
>she sucks me off in a movie theater
>later walk into local pharmacy
>my grandpa is the cashier for some reason
>somehow she manages to score an ounce of weed from a dealer who apparently hangs out there
>get back home and smoke up with her
>dream starts to fall apart when we're about to fuck
>reality slowly seeps in and I am reminded I have no gf and will be dry for another week
Doris Sudgestock - Wed, 05 Feb 2014 03:28:09 EST NvSxS1Ba No.41580 Reply
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Impressed by the quality of writing ITT.

>A woman in a sparkling (partially crystallized) blue robe ascends from white sheets
>She is glowing in dense layers of sunlight and seems to be turning into crystals
>She doesn't say anything but seems happy
>I identify her as the smother from the movie 'Only God Forgives'

Everything seemed to be in the process of turning into crystals, probably inspired by 'The Crystal World' by J.G Ballard which is one of my favourite books. I watched Only God Forgives the night before.
Reuben Bunham - Fri, 07 Feb 2014 02:45:55 EST TpLtVSz4 No.41588 Reply
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I deamt I was part of a crowd that was milling about in the central rotunda of a shopping mall. I was maybe 3 floors up or more, looking down at the people bellow. Suddenly I became aware of a group of men huddled close together moving in a way that caught my attention. They were soldiers, or possibly police. They wore uniforms and peaked hats. They were of dark complexion with middle-eastern features much like the majority of other people in the mall. They had a slightly overweight middle aged man with a mustache blindfolded and cuffed and he was dressed in simple black cotton clothes. They were shuffling and jostling him toward one of the staircases that lean out over the huge central space of the mall and connect the floors. They stopped at the railing of the staircase and one of the soldiers seemed to make some kind of official statement or declaration but I couldn't understand the language that was spoken. Another soldier took a brick and tied it to the blindfolded man's feet with rope. Time/continuity has little bearing on dreams, so the next thing I know, the blindfolded captive has been lead up onto some kind of box or platform so that he is standing higher than the safety rail of the stairs. I can see crowds watching from every level of the mall below us. I'm now closer and more people are around me. Flashbulbs flare up from phones and cameras. The soldiers place a noose around the prisoners neck, move him towards the edge and two of them stand behind him, each with a hand on his back. The command is given and the man is pushed over the edge to a surge of gasps and roars and flashes from the crowd. In this climax I somehow receive the knowledge that the soldiers and much of the crowd believe the man to be a paedophile, although I have no information on whether he is guilty or if he even had a trial. The atmosphere is chokingly thick and uncomfortable. Something about this feels profoundly wrong and unjust but I can't distinguish if it's the horror of his crimes or the notion that he might be innocent that sickens me. I feel deep nausea, like I might be about the faint. The rope is long. The condemned man falls for 3 floors before it pulls taught and the brick tied to his feet almost touches the floor. He appears to die instantly and simply hangs limp, but I have a conflicting vision of him flailing in an unnatural and disturbing way; one of his legs swinging up towards his face in a manner that would only be physically possible if his back or pelvis were broken. There is then an kind of appendix to the main dream where I'm very aware of a young woman wearing a black niquab - I am unsure if I am just very closely watching from over her shoulder or if I am actually seeing through her eyes, but she seems to be trying to communicate the significance or importance of the brick which was tied to the executed mans feet. She's preparing the brick, painting words I cannot understand on it. I somehow receive the knowledge that these are prayers she is painting, but what their nature is I cannot determine.

I never typically recall dreams. This one was SO vivid and had such a bizarre sense of seeing through someone else's eyes that when I woke up I felt as though I had physically been somewhere else. I didn't feel rested. I couldn't understand why I would dream so vividly about an event that I have no involvement with. There were no familiar people or places or anything. Obviously it wasn't some kind of prophecy or past life because falling 3 floors with a rope around your neck would decapitate pretty much anyone in real life - but it felt more significant and real in an objective way than other dreams ive recalled
Bob - Fri, 07 Feb 2014 16:05:32 EST UHs2yXXA No.41593 Reply
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Awesome, i didn't know there was a 4chan like lucing dremaing board.
This is one of my dream logs i decided to make in paint for a change.

There are some bed spelling in there since english is my second language, this was early in the morning just after waking up so i would not forgot the details. i hope it is comfortable to read, despite the comic sans
Jenny Trotbury - Mon, 10 Feb 2014 23:18:04 EST cyF+gxcH No.41613 Reply
Unfortunately I don't remember much of it as I didn't have time to write it down this morning, but from what I remember

>I was in some sort of mall in Japan
>There was a group of Japanese schoolgirls following me and my friend around screaming "GAIJIN GAIJIN"
>I was throwing large balls of plastic at them and sniping them in the heads. Each time they were very visibly affected, with their heads jerking in random directions, but they kept coming
>There was a train set on the mall floor and we jumped over it and lost them somehow through this action
>They discovered us and a group of ridiculously dressed leather-biker bosu Jap guys with spiky hair had discovered us and had some sort of pellet guns and were just about to shoot both of us but we were trying to provide covering fire with the plastic balls while looking for an escape
>BEEP BEEP BEEP alarm woke me up

I don't even.
Walter Blythestone - Thu, 13 Feb 2014 17:32:02 EST rQD4FuOF No.41633 Reply
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I went on a road trip by myself, or I might've been with a friend at one point in the beginning. It's pretty fuzzy to me now. I drove the car in the night past canyons and lonely rock formations. I remember stopping the car somewhere near a chasm, and laying on the hood of my car staring into the starry sky. It was beautiful, but I felt numb, and then there was a pang of fear as the sky winged in pain and turned slightly red. I think I felt too scared to stay, so I got in the car and drove on in the night.
Phoebe Fibblehork - Thu, 13 Feb 2014 18:01:14 EST MYuh0zHB No.41634 Reply
I was having a fairly awesome lucid dream about this girl I've been thinking a lot about. The first sex lucid dreams I've ever had. It felt real.. and then all of the sudden she gets up and walks away. As I'm laying there (in the grass, some sort of back yard of all places) a fucking mountain lion out of no where, and runs at me. I woke up before it got to me. Cock blocked by a fucking mountain lion.
Oliver Nickleway - Sat, 15 Feb 2014 06:21:14 EST 5U5B/gMg No.41643 Reply
So I was in some ghetto house with a bunch of people, all nice enough folks and I'd asked for something, there were shifty looks all around and one of them a woman with cornrows stood up and led me into the kitchen where she got up on the worktop and pulled out a white plastic bag from above the cabinets over the worktop. The bag contained a red hairdryer and straighteners, then when we went back into the main room someone commented on my shirt to which I said "It's fine as long as I don't wear it in Portland", I think it was a dark teal-ish colour
James Sollymat - Sun, 16 Feb 2014 09:35:11 EST ai6zt17t No.41645 Reply
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on vacation and didn't have anything I needed to do this morning so I used the time to sleep in hopefully catch some lucid dreams. I find sleeping late is my best chance for having them, but the downside is that sometimes these dreams are devoid of people. My theory here is that my mind needs to be deep enough in sleep in order to have the computational power capable of generating characters, so half the time these late morning LDs just consist of me running around complex streets and corridors in vain trying to find people to interact with.

>I'm sitting in a room that sort of resembles a waiting room for a business. too cozy to be for a clinic
>penn jillette and two random dudes are standing nearby conversing
>glad to see people, even if they're not exactly the people I'm looking for today
>can feel myself losing sleepiness, don't think I'm going to be able to keep this dream going for very long
>penn and the dudes are talking to me now about something annoying, like math or politics
>I wanna find a girl and the quickest way out of here is a large open window, even though it looks like we're on the 2nd or 3rd floor
>jump out
>definitely don't have as much control over this dream as I thought and it takes a lot of concentration to slow my fall so that don't crash into the ground and wake up
>safely land, but barely, everything goes white for about two seconds and I can't see anything
>doing my best to keep focus and prevent myself from waking up
>I'm in a long narrow park between two buildings, it's about 30 feet wide with soft hills, grass, trees and a concrete path running down the center
>ahead the park veers off to the left
>take off running because I know this isn't going to last much longer
>turn the corner and find myself in a large group of 20-25 people hanging out
>a few dudes in the group, and a ton of banging hot gals
>grab one near me by the hand, she looks early 20's with dark hair
>she doesn't say anything, but smiles at me and nods
>lead her off the path and lay her on the grass
>I take her top off and she's got another top on under it
>repeat and get the same result
>fortunately I have no problem pulling off her pants and spreading her legs
>get on top of her
>I'm feeling her tits through her clothes, but I'm having a problem getting my dick inside her
>something is not lining up
>wake up in bed and realize the problem was that I was laying on my back with my own legs spread and somehow my IRL legs were clashing with my girl's dream legs.

I don't normally sleep on my back because it makes me snore, but I definitely seem to have better luck in the lucid dream department when I do. Tomorrow morning I'll make sure to keep my legs together and see if that helps. Pic is Minka Kelly, first pic I found in my girls folder that resembled dream girl.
DrunkenMastaChef !l09vH7CuH. - Sun, 16 Feb 2014 17:48:38 EST ivsJ59xy No.41648 Reply
Last dream was a bang, then i woke up. Not really a dream more of and auditory hallucination.
Matilda Goodwell - Thu, 20 Feb 2014 05:28:47 EST DikC12pQ No.41658 Reply
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Dream 1:
I'm in a large building in a secluded field, like an institution of some sorts. There's a rummage sale and each floor is a separate person's room. All their possessions are laid out for sale and each floor has a distinctive feel and decorations. She is there but distant and distracted with the wares. \

Dream 2:
Catching bus to back home to meet her. The bus zone is different, I remember thinking to myself that these must be new; the area seemed different possibly in the future. Trying to meet her in a building, lost in utility stair levels, each floor is identically gray. Meet Joe is stairs, decide to get out of stairs onto big open floor with police officer. Trying to walk normal past officer but I physically can't stand normal. I am either crouched or my head is taller than the ceiling. Panic attack as cop follows me, I wake up.
Betsy Blathercocke - Sat, 01 Mar 2014 10:13:09 EST mzkBsdTi No.41701 Reply
3 interconnecting dreams last night:

Some anime type plot with a Mother, high school age son, his middle school age sister and another boy between their ages, not sure if he was related. They are at a cafe surrounded by high-rises when some sort of pink, red and yellow energy start appearing out of nowhere. The ribbons of energy look like arms, some with hands on them. The family rushes home where a handful of other people are to find out that these are aliens from another dimension, but humanity has talked things out and everything between us is cool.

I am house sitting for someone, but the person who gave me the keys and instructions is not the owner of the house, just someone I know. While I'm there a couple I am friends with shows up, along with another guy that I know, but not really. We are hanging out, and while I don't think we do any drugs it is kinda like when I did do some acid analog with the couple a month ago. At one point the girl starts sitting closer to me, nearly falling asleep on my shoulder. Her boyfriend mentions that with how similar he and I are he isn't surprised, and that if he met me sooner he could have "molded" me. "Only as far as I would have let you" I respond. I also tell them about the previous dream, but girl is kinda freaked out by aliens and asks me to stop

The third dream involved those three and others, but in a Halo multiplayer map. I was at a ridge sniping people. I retreat from my spot a bit and that girl is there again We go back to a room by a window and just hang out and talk. It is a dorm room from when I was in college. I bring up the house I was watching the last dream and how I lost the key, but I'm not too worried about it since i don't know when I would give it back anyways. She doesn't want to hear that either. We see a hawk fly by the window and land on a telephone wire, she then texts her BF to ask him to turn the music back on, which he does. (This music was things he had shown me recently and appeared in both the 2nd and 3rd dream)
Phineas Tillingforth - Mon, 03 Mar 2014 13:42:09 EST Tb/ZjZfI No.41714 Reply
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Was back in highschool. A teacher that never existed was reading exerts from 3 novels written by this Jane person, both of which never existed. Only he was actually singing them in classical opera. I can't remember what the subjects were, but my god. I wish you could record your dreams and prolong their activity in one subject. It was fucking spine tingling inspirational, I could NEVER come up with anything a 100th that amazingly creative while awake. If only I could rip the books out of my mind and sell them for millions. And it was neat. I could stop reading along with his singing to think about what I just read, with his singing in the usual faded noise a voice is like when you aren't paying attention to it. Then when I caught up I would be listening while reading along again, or I could skip ahead and read everything before he sang it then listen as he caught up. If only your brain could multitask like this in the wake world. Creating an environment, characters, sounds, ideas about newly created stories as it is created right in front of you by your own mind, etc. Jeebus fooking Chrust
Charles Blemmleterk - Tue, 04 Mar 2014 19:30:04 EST mzkBsdTi No.41719 Reply
>I'm in a forest or park of some sort. It is vague, but there were sparse trees, a manicured lawn and puddles of water.
>There were two guys, either southern or gay(maybe a gay friend from Florida and the gay agent from Archer) trying to dispose of a dead body and arguing what to do with it.
>As I walk passed them I come up to a house, meaning I was in a back yard.
>There were some people crowded around an awning over what should have been a door, but I didn't see one.
>As I get closer I see a friend and his friend that I met at a party having a discussion.
>In the alcove at the back of this house was a tall, older man with Broad shoulders, long white hair and a long white beard.
>I know him to be Odin, but he was kinda like Zeus.
>I saw he had a pair of lighting bolt earrings and asked if they were his power.
>he told me that they weren't and that his power was from Thelema
Wesley Dupperdet - Wed, 05 Mar 2014 11:07:34 EST kHxTnFYT No.41721 Reply
I don't want to make a new thread, but I've been having a reoccurring dream the last month or so where I go to take a sip from my water bottle to find that the water is thick, like mucus. Thick to the point I can pull chunks out of the bottle. And I am always thirsty to the point where I need to keep trying to drink the thick stuff, but it only makes me thirstier. Any idea what this means?
Martin Divingfield - Sat, 08 Mar 2014 18:11:17 EST f4uAK/iG No.41737 Reply
There were two Cops that said they had to check me for "Marijuana residue" So they sit me down and start picking through my hair with gloves like they are checking for lice. Kinda strange
Martha Surringford - Tue, 11 Mar 2014 07:26:10 EST +Z9D2QD2 No.41744 Reply
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>Falling in love with a girl in a dream
>The first five minutes after waking up

Every time.
Sophie Trotshit - Tue, 11 Mar 2014 07:53:29 EST VhV3crO3 No.41746 Reply
Yeah dream time.
Has a whole bung of dreams last night. Hopefully I remember them completely.

I was like a vampire with my cousin because how else would I fly and me Patryk beflying around hunting humans and the discouraging they remains in pile of hay. Later this kid is suck to blood I didn' finished it and let hum go which Par discouraged, so wen to other roof. Damn kid sent haflbleed after me .
I escape by flying but suddenly he flew in front of prepared to end my demonic existence and I soddenly realized I was dreaming, and I "This is a dream, you're already dead", the guy had some freaky effect before it exploded or something, soon after I get that feeling of waking up and waking up Id and told Pat about my dreams and when back to sleep. Or did I, Turns this was another dream, so I went flying again and fucking shit up until it felt like I was waking up agains due to my powers not working as well anoher and shit's getting bright, I once again woke some place completely different and this there's Cheata outside the door, so no way , no flying out. I was like fuck this I wake up for real low.
Fucking False Awakenings man, shit shicks.
Polly Fapperstock - Wed, 12 Mar 2014 12:52:53 EST 7lMHs7KH No.41747 Reply
Tonight i dreamt about her again.
This time we were walking somewhere and we held hands.
💤💤💤💤 - Wed, 12 Mar 2014 21:40:01 EST OD3t7gNa No.41748 Reply
I vaguely remember some sort of silkworm farm turning into a competitive paintball tourney where we went off to different rooms for different teams. This is only pretext to the memorable part. So for whatever reason there are 2 Asians, a girl and a man both playing what appears to be a DS laying belly first on the floor. There is a TV in the room with a documentary going, sounded like a Dave Att. Doco. The view flys in to the TV from my first person perspective and the video is now the dream. It's about what appears to be some public slaughtering between 2 tall Ugandan males. The both have spears and the one running drops his when the other hits him with his thrown spear. He starts to run but falls over getting hacked away at by a long stick with a sickle head on it. Blood and lacerations are visable. The voice over mentions something like "and when he cannot run no more, he fights, to the death. " the running guy pulls out a really long sword, I'm talking claymore style, and brings the sword down upon a skeleton who blocks it with his own claymore. The other Ugandan catches up and puts his sword in such a position that with the force of two bearing down on one, it slits right thru his mouth and off comes the top part of his head.
Then I woke up.
Martha Fodgehall - Sat, 05 Apr 2014 15:43:11 EST mzkBsdTi No.41898 Reply
A little foggy now:
>Go up a flight of stairs into a wide hallway that only has one door right across from the stairs.
>Go through the door to get into heaven.
>Chat with the angels and what not in heaven, who let me see God
>not sure what it was, but I get something from God and go back down stairs to my friends.
>Go back up the stairs and try to disarm a trap in front of the door
>After trying unsuccessfully to trigger the trap of swords from jutting out of the ground with a string I manage to sneak in while other people come out.
>Instead of talking to the Angels, I sneak around heaven and find a coffee shop
>After wandering around I notice a girl is eating another out
>I go down on that girl, then take he over to a bench to get down to business, but I wake up
Whitey Goodstone - Mon, 07 Apr 2014 06:11:45 EST 68y2qUaL No.41906 Reply
First of all I was on a train with my mum, I don't remember much about this part other than that as soon as I got off the train I started running away because my mum said "take an umbrella" even though it wasn't raining. So I ran off only to realise I didn't have my shoes on and had to go back. Another thing I remember from this point is that I could leap really far, like from one end of the road to the other, not quite fly, but most dreams I have include this sort of "bounding step" I can do. Anyway, I can't remember what happened next but I do remember I went down the wrong side of the road and left my mum to go visit a friends house.

Same night, different dream?

I NEVER have sex dreams so this one kind of came out of nowhere.
I was at a party at the childhood home of an old friend of mine, this girl I didn't recognise was there and we were all buzzing on MDMA. I wont embaress myself with a window into my caveman mind fantasies but basically this girl was coming on REALLY strong, like pure...WAY too strong. I hadn't even met her and she was talking about all the stuff she'd do to me and just getting WAY too into it. So she told me to go upstairs and wait for her which I did, and then she came in all apolagetic saying she'd need to go phone her ex and stuff, I was like "I don't mind that much it was YOU who was pushing this". Anyway, I went to sleep alone and then we all got kicked out of the house, but ONCE AGAIN I'd forgotten my shoes and I had to spend another like half hour of valuable dream time going from room to room trying to find my shoes again. I found them then I think I woke up.
Eugene Surringbanks - Sun, 20 Apr 2014 16:36:02 EST fMxA6sHD No.41965 Reply
>Walking with my friend's dog Rice-a-roni (yes, that's actually his name).
>I'm in a world where everything is made of xenon lights, which are the only source of light. Rice-a-roni and I are also made of xenon lights
>I can hear reggae music playing. Some guy is singing about how I'm going to die.
>All of a sudden I feel very uncomfortable - I'm totally parched, my mouth is on fire and horribly dry, I'm so full I think my stomach is going to burst. my heart is racing and I have awful heartburn.
>I start to believe the reggae man is right and that I'm going to die. I somberly accept this fact, taking in the beauty of the lights and telling Rice-a-roni that he's a good dog.
>The music stops and Rice-a-roni tells me he's going to save me and pushes me into a huge freeze-drying machine
>He attaches my freeze-dried body to a spaceship and sends me into orbit. I orbit the earth for what feels like six hours.
Thomas Bunderwut - Thu, 24 Apr 2014 12:15:50 EST UsqoKzoY No.41987 Reply
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>be at a venue, bunch of bands performing.
>dude asks me to sing vocals for him because his vocalist bailed last minute.
>frat douches are responsible for the venue, and are dicking all the bands out of proper pay for no reason.
>force us to write down one of their songs on bars of soap.
>turns out we're some indie/grunge-type band, and it's our turn to go on stage.
>I step to the mic, get stage fright, start laughing nervously.
>"I forgot the song, so I'm just going to make something up for you."
>IMMEDIATELY turn into this bad-ass punk vocalist and the band just starts fucking SHREDDING
>the frats get mad at us, but a bunch of weirdos in the back become fans.

That's where I woke up. My heart was pounding, and I needed water. It felt so...real. And awesome.
Wesley Gubblebury - Fri, 25 Apr 2014 05:17:14 EST LBaLcokG No.41995 Reply
>Walking down a darkvsnowy street with some other guy
>Dream cuts between me walking and a party my friends are having
>I know one of the girls there, a blond, and a girl with dark hair stands out too
>Next time it cuts to the party everyone is getting naked
>The guy I'm walking with stops at a crossroad where a car is waiting
>after another cut to everyone having naked fun at the party it comes back to me.
>Instead of the car there is now a box or trunk. I open it and see the heads of the two girls who stood out earlier. I'm not really upset or emotional at all
Lillian Puzzlenatch - Sun, 27 Apr 2014 08:00:04 EST VlqFbZdm No.42012 Reply
>I'm back in the hallway of my old apt I moved out of last month
>holy fuck my mouth is so dry
>some girl who's been living in my old room comes out and heads off to work
>she didn't lock the door so I go inside to look for something to drink
>bottle of water on the desk
>I grab it and start swigging
>it doesn't help my dry mouth
>I keep drinking water from the bottle but my mouth is still dry as fuck
>wake up

As soon as I woke up it hit me. I've been recovering from a cold and had a really runny nose when I went to bed, so I rolled up some toilet paper and plugged up my right nostril, like a little nasal tampon. During the night, my other nostril became plugged up (but not runny like the right one), and so I had switched over to breathing through my mouth in my sleep. When I woke up my mouth was bone dry from having been open for probably half the night.
Isabella Darringfoot - Sun, 27 Apr 2014 13:36:39 EST D8iXSFYl No.42015 Reply
got too lazy to find the images for this/just woke up so read tfw as that feel when

>utter NEET
>Been out of high school for years
>HS had these electives that anyone could take
>Went to school with a tranny 3 years younger than me
>Knew/Know nothing about her, other than she and I both really like composing
>but she's kinda enthusiastic
>tfw 40 minute atonal fugue composed from the theme to Daria
>she friended me on fb
>super liberal natch
>I'm a commie so it's okay

>going to cafe downtown
>gonna talk about politics or protesting or some shit
>her super supportive mom's there
>tfw late
>tfw stuck in traffic
>she goes to get a coffee
>back room
>oh shit
>it's a cyber cafe
>computer eats her

>management tells no one
>40 minutes later her mom goes to see whats wrong
>oh shit
>computer eats her too
>oh noes

>I get there
>management explains what happens
>don my sword and shield
>slay the dragon yall
>we slay the computer
>I forgive them because reasons

>manager + I embark on 40 day long search
>I give up, watch Raocow videos
> enjoying myself
>when suddenly
>trannie and mom in video thumbnail
>trannie and mom stuck in RockMan
>Dunno what game it is
>In dream world, the longest and hardest game Raocow LP'd legitly

>Manager contacts me
>found the contract
>the dreaded cybercafe computer signed a contract with the devil
>He keeps them
>has to keep them in that Megaman game
>will free them if Samuel Tanguay plays through
>without any game overs
>tfw they're doomed

>make calls anyways
>get in touch with him
>after begging, paying, and explaining things to him, he agrees
>actually pretty mellow irl
>understanding though

>he can't save them, lp, and work at the same time
>interrupts lp to lp it
>goes as expected
>lots of anxiety
>lots of angrycow
>still retarded nonsequiturs throughout

>lots of stupid deaths
>gets mad at self
>calls iso, aterraformer, yoshicockiezeus for help
>none of them do it
>keeps going, slowly losing sanity

>youtube comments notice tranny
>she was still a young teen when I knew her
>manly, couldn't pass, 2/10, because of above (not her fault)
>comments devolve predicatably
>half against saving her because she's not a woman
>half against saving her because she's not a womyn
>half are roleplaying horse sex in the comments

>net notices
>it was somehow still 99 even though I was like nine then
>everyone's trying it
>other lpers
>slowbeef, diabetus, pokecapn, shmorkay
>cosmowright, zfg, moltov, adamak
>no one's winning
>tumblr's mad
>freerepublic's mad
>pz whiteknighting and accusing everyone of rape
>thunderf00t blames those damn dirty feminists for everything
>muh atheist cummunitay
>xkcd does a parody of it
>so does the wompist
>vgcats is still alive?
>cnn calls the whole thing cyberterrorism because it's retarded
>fox news fearmongers
>bbc making shit up
>al jazeera blaming me
>der Spiegel hails me as a hero of nations
>xinhua calls me a capitalist pig
>tfw no one asked to interview me
>russia today asks how I became a lizard man

>40 days pass
>not even real competitive gamers do it
>raocow does it
>tfw when raogasm
>tfw victory
>that face with nonplussed tranny and confused mom are free
>Still don't know anything about her
>no one really cares
>victory music
>it's the 40 minute atonal daria fugue

guys I think I'm addicted to the internet
Caroline Brookfield - Mon, 28 Apr 2014 16:49:59 EST YTzqRfGI No.42025 Reply
>at a girls house
>i guess she's my girlfriend?
>small and petite, i'm down
>some weird shit happens and i overhear her dad or mom talking about an affair they had
>feel guilty so i tell her
>she feels really upset
>hug her and stuff
>end up in some room with a hottub, decide i need to piss in the hottub
>do so
>wake up
>gotta go piss in real life, end dream.
This whole day i've been really sad i don't have a girl in my life
Shitting Dallyford - Fri, 02 May 2014 23:54:32 EST 8UhCIYTd No.42041 Reply
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Ok this shit was INSANE, so insane I'm using this board for the first time in years. I mean the tripping in this dream felt so real.
>Be driving
>See a house covered in birthday decorations
>Mail-box has a con-badge type furry cut-out with a welcoming gesture for the party
>Wasn't a fursona I knew irl, but I knew it in the dream
>Get out of car go inside, its people I know irl mostly
>Suddenly in a restaurant on shrooms
>Then suddenly at a hotel/con with these people still tripping
>Feels like I'm really tripping on shrooms hard as fuck, getting stuck in loops
>Suddenly outside the hotel smoking weed, giant flashlight from the around the corner, everyone ducks into the grass
>Almost get in trouble
>Kept almost getting in trouble
>In hotel bed while friends are gone watching movies, looping hard, it's that intense feeling of attention span fuckedness and indecisiveness while watching things on shrooms
>Friends get back
>They figure out there are more people in the room then are paid for
>I'm just tripping out eating an amazing nature valley
>Get left with gestapo hotel lady while friends go pay for me
>Starts grilling me looking for contraband
>Manage to hold my shit with this nutbag
>Friends get back, we have to go into a new room
>Family moving into the room as we leave with tons of babies all over, like they had shopping carts full of kids
>Insert somewhere in between this whole story a segment where I'm in a deathmatch game as a blocky, balloon looking Max Payne with an ak47

I've been to some crazy cons, but my dreams need to turn the fuck down.
Martin Gonderchidging - Mon, 05 May 2014 04:21:31 EST Lp/DBhhm No.42050 Reply
Dream starts with a false awakening where I was woke by my parents fighting and screaming (I haven't lived with them for a couple years)

Go into my kitchen and there's a whole bunch of timbers and blankets in front of the door to the apartment. There's a knock.

A harmless heavyset old-lady is there, she asks me for a tupperware sandwhich container. (she calls it something really weird a "salami-___"). I get one from my roommate, but the lids are in his car for some reason.

I go to his car, and there's a back-hoe in the street with a bunch of kids playing on it while it's operating. I get frustrated with my search. Go back in and lay back down.

Abruptly, I have a dream within the dream, in which I'm not myself or experiencing things in my own body, it's like a montage of pain-series images which ends in me (some guy?). Screaming bloody-murder while furiously gnawing and eating my own hand.

Then, I shit you not, I heard what sounded like satanic-backwards talk, something really ineffable and Lovecraftian.

Then I woke.
H2Opiates - Sat, 10 May 2014 23:46:00 EST JcpTf7sx No.42069 Reply
My last dream was of coming onto 420chan and finding out I'd been permabanned from the site forever because Kirt deemed all of my posts to be "completely faggy."
Nell Pudgenag - Wed, 14 May 2014 06:17:26 EST qL82hz1+ No.42082 Reply
>decide i want to run over some people
>put hat on ground and try to convert into car
>it turns to a small sized plastic-car
>gets into car, slowly rolling downhill
>0 kills aquired.
>whip out my dick and pee, feels really good. masturbates after.
>friend says "damn thats a weak load". i reply " i masturbate alot"

>fighting against friend on a platform high up in the sky.
>he is standing outside platform in the air
>ask him if its safe and i can do it aswell
>we have a friendly martial arts fight with nothing under our feet.

some things i excluded and some things i dont remember that well. this is the first lucid dream i've had in months. I havn't tried so hard but now im gonna do it becuase it was a good experience and i want to explore it more.
Barnaby Lightlock - Mon, 19 May 2014 13:38:09 EST Vxjwiu6S No.42109 Reply
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I usually have a series of dreams over the course of the night that all lead into each other.

The first dream was pretty simple, I was in my bedroom and I decided to take some drugs. I was having kaleidoscopic visual and strang feelings for a while.the next dream started with me at a mall.

I was at some kind of knife store pursuing their selection. There were a whole bunch of crazy knives and swords, which for se reason appeared to have their handles broken off. In the store I noticed a group of two punk looking girls who had two smaller children following them.

An alarm starts going off, which apparently means the store is closing. As I'm walking towards the main door out of the knife shop. A metal security gate starts descending. I limbo under it at the last second before it hits the ground.

As I'm walking through the mall I notice the same two girls with the kids. I accidentally bump into one of the girls. I can't remember what we said exactly, but the gist of it was that she's going to beat me up, but the weird part was that she gendered me as female.

This is very strange for me because I'm a MtF transgender, who is not out or trying to pass as female quite yet. I was so takin a aback that I didn't react when she started hitting me. So I got knocked on the floor and the two little kids that were with her started robbing me.

I managed to get away from them but realized my wallet was missing. I went back to the scene of the crime where I met an old family friend who had managed to recover my wallet and backpack.

Together we walked out the exit and I woke up.

Choke on that one frued.
Charles Dadgespear - Mon, 19 May 2014 18:04:19 EST QZdZNeSN No.42110 Reply
fell asleep to random movie being played no idea what it was,
found out it was robo cop in my dream.
become lucid and change the fact that i was dreaming about a gay movie.
walking downtown of my home town.
drinking a gallon of milk. the cover tasted fuzzy and when i looked down it was a moldy lid. said fuck it an continued drinking it, new i was dreaming anyway.
Hamilton Fuckingway - Fri, 30 May 2014 18:40:57 EST oGIMFAvX No.42135 Reply
i dont remember this one very clearly but will give it a shot .

>dream of going to festival with some friends
>they wont let us bring our luggage into the festival area
>think to myself "if i was lucid dreaming i could fly over the fence with our bags"
>tell my friends about the idea, they approve
>i lay dont on the ground attempt to fall asleep. tell my friends it might some time
>everything turns black, and i fall asleep and start dreaming
>im at the same place, my friends are still there
>i take the bags , fly over the fence and drop them off, i then return

i dont remember much after this. still pretty wicked dream tho
Raoul Duke - Fri, 06 Jun 2014 02:06:42 EST JZR3IMgn No.42161 Reply
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was walking across a dark, grassy moor with someone i used to be friends with. we came to this little wooden building, a deserted shop-turned-bum-spot or something. my dead friend (well, presumably dead, there are some doubts amongst our peers) was there. i had practicly entirely forgotten what their voice sounded like till the dream reminded me. there were a lot of feels, even for a dream. we chatted, laughed got fucked up like old times. it was nice. woke up and tried to hit them up to chill. not so nice. but i digress...definitely one of my more depressing dreams lately but at least nobody got hurt in this one.
Hugh Choblingnid - Sat, 07 Jun 2014 11:29:44 EST /IG7Wj15 No.42170 Reply
Got sexy time from a friend's GF - she was being all conspiratorial saying that I needed to do something to/against him before she slid in on top.
Suffice to say it was very bizarre.
I'm not sure what to think of this one.
Sidney Gaddlestidge - Tue, 10 Jun 2014 22:02:28 EST HGqzz/sZ No.42182 Reply
>parents are fighting
>calling each other obscenities, saying horrible shit to each other
>I'm helping my mom move her shit out of their house
>we move in with my uncle
>his house is disgusting
>everything is falling apart, all of his possessions are caked with layers of grease
>mom makes dinner for us
>refuse to eat it because the kitchen, much like the rest of the house, is absolutely revolting
>the floor is covered in a deep layer of thick, reddish mud that looks, feels, and smells like excrement
>looking through the drawers
>they're all full of leftovers of meals that my mom used to make when I was growing up
>we've only been there a day and my uncle can't cook for shit. Where are these leftovers coming from and why are they in the drawers of the kitchen instead of in the fridge
>everything is so fucking greasy and gross
>decide to just leave
>mom and uncle are cursing at me, telling me a stupid fuck and that'll never get anywhere in life
>dream ends with my mom telling me that I might as well drop out of high school because I'm too far behind, too stupid, and too lazy to ever have any hope of graduating
>(I haven't been in high school in six years but I did drop out)
>(she never said anything like that to me. Quite the opposite, really)
William Bremmlelock - Wed, 11 Jun 2014 17:15:41 EST evcsWFDT No.42183 Reply
>highlight of my dreams last night
>be walking into my bathroom
>notice a vibrancy to the warm colors of the room and a generally darker feel to the room
>this light skin black, slightly Mexican looking guy is standing in front of me
>suddenly grabs me and is holding me from behind
>trying to fight back despite my arms being incredibly hard to swing and a severe overall stiffness to my body
>hammer fist pounding this guy in the face and trying to get out of his old
>suddenly this white guy comes towards me with a sharp, wooden #2 pencil
>guy holding me yells, "get this puto!!"
>clearly the white guy is gonna shank me
>grab the pencil and try to twist it out his hand
>all this is happening while I hear the sounds of a scissor making snips behind me
>guy holding me pulls out a pair of scissors in his left hand and tries to cut my dick off
>frantically trying to keep the scissors away while holding the pencil
>my body is so weak and it's like the most life threatening workout of all time
Eliza Firrylock - Thu, 12 Jun 2014 04:38:00 EST KjWB0lR4 No.42187 Reply
My father and I get kidnapped and tortured for a few hours tied to trees in the woods in the middle of nowhere.

After a long period of stabbings, slashings, beatings, pistolwhippings and stranglings We were each cut down but left restrained.

The guy in charge grabbed my father by the hair and made sure our eyes (My father's and I) could meet before the man shot him through the head. When the the man pulled the trigger and the 9x19mm round shot through his brain, I saw a blank, shocked expression shoot across my fathers face, before his eyes rolled back and he slumped forward.

I was too weak to even kneel by the end of this, but I saw what had happened and let out a low, weak whimper. Hearing this, the guy in charge and his accomplice turned their attention to me, a teenage boy at the time.

They laughed as I tried to drag myself with my arm (My right one, the one working arm at the time thanks to their cuttings) towards my father's corpse. Eventually one of the men approached and landed a hard stomp to the back of my neck, sending my body into a fast convulsion and causing an easily heard "CRACK" sound. My neck had been broken, I realized, since I could no longer properly feel sensations on my left side.

Still I attempted to drag on towards my father. With a chuckle, the man in charge said something in spanish, cocked a weapon and delivered two rounds to my back. It felt as if I had been struck with baseball bat twice while I was on the ground.

At this point I knew what was coming. I KNEW was going to die. I had sucking chest wounds and I was coughing up a foamy, bloody mess. I had read enough about biology to know I was fucked.

Looking into my father's dead, empty eyes, I slowly begin to lose consciousness thanks to blood loss. I realized how horrible this life was and I was ready to let go.

Then I come out of a coma in a hospital two and a half weeks later. Hikers found us. My father's dead but I'm alive. Sensation is fucked on the left side of my body and I had to go through lots of physical therapy.

My body looks repulsive now because of the scarring and damage that those men did with their guns and knives.

The men responsible each died their own unique, gruesome deaths, but that doesn't take away what's happened to me. What I see when I lay down to rest. The psychological difficulties I have.

If I could, I would murder those men a thousand times over.
karl farts - Fri, 13 Jun 2014 22:15:32 EST v/+/w78d No.42198 Reply
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As most people on this board are likely familiar with these types of dreams, last night i had an extremely vivid and realistic, non-lucid dream where i met the perfect dream girl. It felt like we had known each other for our whole lives and never really introduced ourselves to one another. I just walked into this party at an apartment where she hugged me immediately and kept it going for a while. We talked for a while in her room, then went to her car and were driving around for a while, and never once did i feel uncomfortable or awkward around her. At some point we made out, it got heavy and she had me rub oil on her tits which is kinda funny/odd thinking about it now hahaha. But upon waking up, i have this feeling of really wanting to see her again but will likely never happen.

Anyone else have similar dreams of meeting your idea of the perfect girl?anyway to manifest specific people in non-lucids? My ability to become lucid has drastically decreased since getting an office job and barely getting 6 hours of sleep a night :/ ....
Nell Granddock - Mon, 16 Jun 2014 02:34:03 EST cNEjGzKe No.42206 Reply
the last dream i had was about my french teacher in high school
she was this black women w/ huge tits and she would always wear dresses w/ heels
so i walked into the school from the second floor of the third building
the school was empty and it was sunny
my teacher was waiting there, she sort of half smiles and i'm feeling disgust or anger
she's wearing a red dress and pulls down the neck to show her tits which are branded it was either random numbers or my name
i feel disgusted and i either start violently beating the shit out of her or i fuck her, i don't know
John Lightson - Mon, 16 Jun 2014 22:04:55 EST rs4+/C4+ No.42208 Reply
i've been getting this really weird thing a lot lately where I will keep waking up over and over in bed and I seriously can't tell when I'm awake and when it's a dream. each time I'll try to look around and be like "ok this is still a dream/I'm actually awake now" but then it happens again, and each time I get this really weird floating sensation like my body is moving backwards into the next body where I "wake up" again. it's fucked. and once I'm actually up for good I feel weird about things for obvious reasons

anyone else had something like this?
bukiko !Uy5h49jdS2 - Wed, 18 Jun 2014 19:56:35 EST MjPyuu2z No.42217 Reply
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i fought the devil 3 times with an axe
at the end of the battle i killed him and severed his spine
and during this the disembodied voice of his mother started talking to his dead body about unfulfilled promises she'd made him
Hugh Crezzlewun - Thu, 19 Jun 2014 13:14:20 EST plgone29 No.42221 Reply
Oh, man. Weird.

Last night I had a horrible nightmare. I was in my old house in my old bedroom. There was this giant gangling spider. Everything was dark and terrifying. Then I was screaming at my father to not hurt my dog. Then I woke up. Then I woke up again. Then I woke up for real.

Then I went back to sleep, and had some weird dream I just now remembered. I was paying some lady for sex, with chickens (?) and then she was like "I had the cows earlier"

I have no idea what any of this means. I was planning on going to a Korean "massage" parlor soon, so the paying for sex thing is on my mind. Why chickens and cows? The world is strange.
Beatrice Shakeshaw - Fri, 20 Jun 2014 12:07:03 EST bBUAYLfI No.42229 Reply
Be in muh underwearz with an aggregate being made from people I used to know, also in underwearz. Is bed time, I wrap myself in blanket and flop onto large bed, very comfy, suspect may be on drugs. While late notice aggregate man is still up, I sit up, sees him standing facing wall obviously fapping, ??? He notices I notice he is fapping, looks back, grins and looks embarrassed then continues fapping, says "you probably wouldn't understand, but I have to fill it up" he is cumming into a boot -_- I be rather amused and fall off bed, pass out, definitely on drugs... Wake up to proud aggregate man holding boot overflowing with cum. Good job aggregate man. Pass out again.
Johnny Fucko - Sat, 21 Jun 2014 04:30:22 EST 0AdyXvKe No.42241 Reply
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"There was an old private subway station that was above ground in the past, I saw myself from an outside point

of view and a bunch of people were mad at me because I burnt down the lower part of the house

which was the subway station, this was in the 1500's in my dream but it seemed much more modern.

The dream then switched to me getting a tour of the building in the future when the subway

level was underground (500 years changed the land in my dream) and the tour guide was telling the story

of this, now infamous, place. The tour guide told a story of a man who came through the tunnels and

brutally murdered someone in the house by chopping a square cut into their chest and taking out their heart.

There was a feeling that this person who comitted this murder was me in a previous life.

I am then in this top portion of the house in modern times with my dog and am about to spend the

night or walk to wherever my dad lived which was somewhat close but it was getting dark and I am tired.

I remember the story about the murder all those years ago and get creeped out so I decide I'll walk to my

dads house to sleep. I then go towards the door and the stairwell going into the underground subway tunnel

is to the left of the door and it's dark. I'm creeped out in the dream (which is the reason I chose not to

sleep there) so I stick my hand into the stairwell to feel around and turn on the light. I'm feeling around

in the darkness and my hand runs across someones finger, I then feel my hand run across someones face

and I know it is the murderer.

I then wake up literally growling with my heart pounding, I say 3 words and I can't remember what

they were. My dreams are becoming absolutely fucked."

>I put this in quotations because I had typed it out for later reference.
>10/10 scariest most hyper realistic dream of my life
>posted this in another thread on accident, so if you see double post that's why.
Walter Gezzlebeg - Tue, 24 Jun 2014 03:47:34 EST KjWB0lR4 No.42251 Reply
Same goddamn dream.

Can't sleep through the night unless I take something. I woke up sweating, out of breath and scared. Like always. Took me a minute to realize where I was this time. It was like I fucking forgot everything that had happened since..
Johnny Fucko - Tue, 24 Jun 2014 18:52:51 EST 0AdyXvKe No.42253 Reply
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This dream was pretty wild. I have most of my dreams in the morning when I'm just about to wake up and they're always vivid as hell, this was one of those dreams.

I was walking on some road in this forest, it was up in wooded mountains in the middle of summer and it was daylight. I was looking for some entrance to a tunnel that I'd heard about. I finally found the entrance and went into this tunnel (which I've posted a picture of the basic layout of.) which was basically a long large hallway leading to other large tunnels that led to other places. The would keep walking further down this tunnel and you would cross these other entrances to other tunnels. I was going through these different tunnels in my dream and each was leading me to another place. These tunnels were all secret entrances to secret places. I remember going through "The Tunnel of Darkness" and coming out into a house full of my friends and family and we were all partying having a good time. Then I remember being back in the main tunnel and I was going into the tunnel of light and I soon realized that the tunnel of light was names such as a joke because it was the darkest tunnel (one thing that I was thinking in my dream that it was called "light" for was because it was very smooth unlike the other ones, like it had been made with raked well maintained gravel while the other tunnels were rocky and dangerous to go through). But as I was going into the tunnel of light I decided it was too sketchy because of how dark it was and that it seemed well maintained, I then turned around to leave that tunnel and I saw a man in an army uniform that was walking up towards me, he said "freeze" or something along those lines and I remember smiling like I knew some secret way out of the situation and then I woke up.

>pretty funky dream
Samuel Billingfield - Wed, 25 Jun 2014 00:40:44 EST 8UhCIYTd No.42254 Reply
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Kept falling asleep and waking up last night so it's sorta a few dreams

>Fall asleep watching The Battleship Potemkin
>Black and white images of warships, rotten meat, sailors as if I'm watching a newsreel
>Wake up like "what the fuck was that...?"

>Fall asleep again
>I'm in the past, but a past where a few things went better
>Grandfather is alive, playing video games with him stoned as fuck
>Friend comes by
>Suddenly I feel that drunk/shroom feeling I had this past weekend, except just the body high of shrooms
>This dream feels amazing
>Feeling lightheaded in the dream

>Wake and fall asleep again
>Chilling with my old dealer
>Again shroom/drunk feeling
>End up following this weird monkey thing around

CrazyFolksTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Wed, 25 Jun 2014 18:55:41 EST okvHXAvB No.42255 Reply
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Last night I had a dream that involved a bunch of work-related stuff, not too exciting, but the last part piqued my interest.
>arrogant Chinese ambassador comes over to America and declares that China has patented the color red
>nobody can use that color for any purpose except for China
Reuben Piddlestock - Tue, 01 Jul 2014 03:07:07 EST rRu1vw/O No.42285 Reply
>at the YMCA with my friend Madi
>There for canoe roll-over lessons (currently taking those irl)
>but the instructors aren't there so we go swimming
>Madi disappears (not literally, she isn't around anymore)
>talking to these 2 qt3.14s in the shallow end while shooting hoops
>decide to go check out the little rock climbing wall that's between the low and high diving boards
>it goes about 20 feet up right over the water (it's like this irl too)
>I'm standing there looking at it
>little girl no older than 6 swims by, grabs my shoulder
>says "ooh muscles!" and giggles
>I say thanks
>attempt to climb the rock wall
>as soon as I grab it the whole thing flops down onto the ground
>like it was made out of plastic tarp and was being held up until I touched it
>little girl who grabbed my shoulder says "It's broken" and does one of those cute little girl exaggerated frowns
>my alarm for 7am which I forgot to turn off on a Saturday wakes me up

Man I'm so conflicted between smoking weed and having dreams, they're seriously two of my favorite things in life ;_;
Beatrice Turveyfield - Tue, 08 Jul 2014 02:16:16 EST 9t9mak7O No.42318 Reply
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>Go into large marijuana factories
>Each factory is dark and has a lot of pipelines sticking out of the walls for no reason
> Find it inhabited with zombies and criminals
>Free each factory and eventually get to a hotel
>Inside the hotel, I find out that Luigi from the Mario brothers was president of the United States from 1956 to 1962
>I see the Luigi Presidential Library and Museum. It's a tiny little house with green and yellow coloring.
>Luigi became a sad recluse after his presidency ended.
>He wants to make a speech saying that he's available for anyone who wants him.
>The dream transitions into a short sequence about a crime fighting duck, and then I wake up.
Ernest Navingforth - Thu, 10 Jul 2014 12:00:42 EST MotOUr46 No.42337 Reply
i interpret this to mean you smoke a lot of weed and you play lots of videogames
Sidney Sorrydane - Sat, 12 Jul 2014 02:19:15 EST KjWB0lR4 No.42346 Reply
Same night terror as always.

I woke up with a shout, confused, sweaty and really frightened and agitated. Just like the last few times I didn't know where I was at first.

My neighbor fucking called to see if I was okay at like one in the morning..

I'm taking 10mg of etizolam and going back to bed. I can't deal with this shit, my neighbor probably things I'm insane now. I fuckin hate it
Oliver Beffingdure - Sat, 12 Jul 2014 07:41:58 EST atx9WMHQ No.42347 Reply
That was really detailed man well done for sharing.
Jarvis Napperham - Sun, 13 Jul 2014 08:16:31 EST tj9sFpaT No.42349 Reply
The dream started off very abstract it seemed like I was 3-4 years old in a testing laboratory to test my spatial perception i was bouncing this grey balloon off of walls and it seemed like it was being rendered in a video game, but before this I remember some type of fulcrum test with counter weights more like a lever. then for some reason I kept searching for more and more real aspects of the dream I found a computer then an electrical outlet then next to the electrical outlet I found a door into the "real world". There I found a man I had never met before, named professor Harken it said on a plac on his desk, he was about my height, but really short, he then said some thing about me being a "poletarian". Then there were other figures around him he put his fingers over my eyes and told me that I was going into delirium, at this point everything went black, then it was as if I as viewing 1-3 year old memories through an 8mm film projector, but I had the psyche of someone older. At this point I was semi lucid, I could tell the memories were not really from my childhood, but they still felt like it. The only part I remember is looking at my dad in a chair that I know we never had, and sitting down with him, but I was perceiving at the height of a man, but when I sat down in the chair I was about 3. The film strip perception ended.

After this I kept handing a pen or something to my brother and he kept morphing into me or back it was hard to describe, like I would hand the pen to him, but then the perspective would change and it would be me I was handing it to. After this I was put into a room where I saw high school friends and acquaintances. I knew at this point I was semi lucid I would see them from the back or the front and say their name, then they would turn and say something, then slowly morph into someone else and I would say get the fuck out of here or something to that effect, after about 5 people I saw the same person morph twice into someone I didn't really like, then that person morphed into this grotesque face I had never seen before, but looked like a witch that had gone through plastic surgery and had a spray on tan, at this point I felt this almost sexual pleasure coming from nowhere, but also pain coming from my pubococcygeus muscle at this point I wanted to wake up and I did. This dream couldn't have been more than 30 minutes of sleep time.

After I woke up I was almost unsure of where I was, I saw what looked like a shelf on the wall like in my old bedroom, and other things out of place but then I realized I was in the basement, looked at my watch a good 3 times in a row to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I was on the very tail end of 7.5mg of hydrocodone when I went to sleep, also taking 5mg of olanzapine, and just started wearing nicotine patches 24 hours a day because I had wisdom teeth surgery and didn't want to risk infection or pain from smoking.
Nicholas Fiddleway - Mon, 14 Jul 2014 05:51:55 EST APSz3pKA No.42352 Reply
Dreamt a fuckton last night, but the best of it was when I was lucid
>doing dream stuff
>suddenly lucidity hits
>"Okay, just keep calm, feel your physical body and breathe deeply"
>lucidity intensifies
>"Let's train, baby"
>start doing tai chi, which evolves into dancing (which feels very liberating)
>see a small plant/bush and decide to see if I can break some laws of physics
>place one hand on the end of a branch on the plant/bush and balance on it, then shift to balancing on my index finger
>as I'm balancing on my finger a young woman approaches from my right, and as I see her she gives a warm smile.
>lose a bit of my lucidity as I start to question if she is just a part of my psyche or a "real being"
>i get down from the bush and we go togheter to a house where I am introduced to a group of friendly people
>The girl and I start to do contact dancing but I can not get a good look at her face, which was because this dream girl was inspired by a real girl whom I met a month ago at a festival and I can't for the life of me remember her name or find her, which is a pity since we really clicked
>I regained some of my lucidity and started staring at a wall. The room we were in was darklit and one fellow put on a projection on the wall which showed a bunch of colors, shapes and images. I looked at it for a moment but felt that I was losing my lucidity the more I stared at the wall, so I walked out of the room.
>Walk into a room which transformed the dream into some mmorpg game and I was in a raid group in some dungeon, where the raid members turned out to be the people who had been in the house.
>we run around the dungeon and I fall behind them in progress (in the end were they all lvl 13-15 while I was lvl 8, which reveals quite a bit about my view of myself)
>after a while we leave the dungeon and the dream returns to the house
here is pretty much where my memory of it ends.

The best part was still in the beginning with the tai chi, balancing and dancing with the girl
Hamilton Blackwell - Mon, 21 Jul 2014 21:18:02 EST xy1o92yk No.42377 Reply
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Last night the most distinguishing feature of my dream was my whole bottom row of teeth came out like they were just a big set of false teeth, I could sort of stick them all back in loosely and take them out at will. Generally my whole dream had a lot of anxiety in it too. Please advise.
malneirophrenia !/Hh2q0WCjk - Thu, 24 Jul 2014 07:01:47 EST qxU2M71n No.42388 Reply
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Teeth dreams are common. They often involve disfigurement, discolouration or deformity of the dreamer's teeth, which may or may not include the dreamer's teeth BREAKING or FALLING OUT.

Some people speculate that, since the teeth are an indicator of health and a large influence on whether or not we find someone attractive, teeth dreams must have a lot to do with self-image. If you're dreaming, and you look into a mirror and your teeth are black and sharpened into points (I've had this one personally) then perhaps you aren't satisfied with your physical appearances in your waking life, or perhaps you think people see your personality as "ugly" or "scary." If your teeth are breaking or falling out, especially in addition to a feeling of anxiety or dread within the dream, perhaps this indicates some anxiety about your health IRL. This may also indicate a perceived lack of control, your teeth are falling out and you're trying to put them back in but they just fall back out and argghh what is my life?

I have had several dreams where people are PULLING my teeth out. Once, it was my father and I was once again 6 or 7 years old. I showed him that one of my adult teeth fell out, very scared and worried as to why, until he just started ripping all of my teeth out. I also very recently dreamt that I was back in high school and a fellow classmate reached into my mouth and cracked one of my molars. Perhaps this indicates some feeling in my waking life, that I feel as though people are ruining my image, as though people are "breaking me down" or destroying my chances at success.

Dream interpretations are a slippery thing, I have provided some interesting speculation but the meaning of YOUR dream is entirely up to you to decipher. We live in the same world as the same species, so interpreting common symbols in dreams (such as teeth, being chased etc) isn't entirely bullshit, but maybe your teeth dreams are different from the common teeth dreams which seem so very prevalent.

Do some research, there are lots of good theories as to what these teeth dreams could mean. Like I said, they are VERY common.
Hamilton Subblewater - Thu, 24 Jul 2014 18:39:23 EST K17L2xlC No.42389 Reply
last night i met nicholas picholas from video & arcade top 10. the rest is unimportant!
Eliza Cresslefield - Fri, 25 Jul 2014 05:48:54 EST qsMK/ml5 No.42395 Reply
First dream i was looking for something to eat in a shady place, like a favela (BR here), and a black bearded guywho looked looked like MC Ride gone wrong invited me inside his house.
There they were boiling some dead pigs there where kids working for him, insects walking around and he opened a closet and gave me a boiling pig head.
as i leaved i entered a car, and wondered if i should eat that pig head, since even for a pig head, that thing looked dirty.
suddenly i saw one of thekids who was with the guy hanged dead, and the other kids tried to stop my car pointing guns at the driver.

There were others dreams i don't remember, so ething about watching king of rhe hill and other stuff, but in the last i remember, i was walking home and when i entered my mom asked to use the computer, i said sure but noticed there was porn on it, so i just closed it before she would see and got angry thinking i was getting the computer for me, i said that i was leaving and took a warer bottle with me, she slapped the bottle out of my hand still angry, and i got angry and started dsicussing with her, the whole dream was us discussing, i got mad took some of her benzos and downed in front of her, my father said i would have to pay for then, and then i went to drink something alcoholic but my father stoped me, saying it would fuck my liver, and i got scared about this.
Frederick Dandersore - Sat, 26 Jul 2014 04:47:56 EST f0PWibzz No.42400 Reply
I have literally never had a "teeth falling out" (or something similar) dream...
KaiHenTai Deluxe - Sun, 27 Jul 2014 18:27:28 EST tTAptIbH No.42406 Reply
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dream begins with me about to take a final math exam in highschool (recurrent theme, I finished HS with average of like 20% in math, couldn't be bothered to give a fuck). I take a minute-long piss in bathroom stalls, since I needed to pee. my economics teacher tries to hit on me in the stall, I let him down gently that I only dig chicks (he was a great teacher btw). he's visibly saddened. back in class, exam done, turns out nobody gave enough of a fuck to get more than like 45% on the test. teach starts reading out bullshit that people wrote. I'm transported to like Bahrain and try to cross the street, peeps be driving like these carriage-cars. back at Stanislas Highschool, I decide that it's cool to float back to metro station rather than walk. it's harsh, wintery weather. metro station looks like a fucking mess. I stop the train with the power of my mind, huge crowd of people. some old folks don't want to sit down, so I do. some bird tries to guilt trip me into getting up, me and the weirdo sitting in front of me blow her off. I get off at Snowdon. I climb onto a seat and start preaching at the people that they need to liberate their minds from Judeo-Christianity and unlock their human potential. for no reason, I morph into New Japan Pro Wrestling's former IWGP Heavyweight Champion, Kazuchika Okada...


and am accompanied by Bad Luck Fale.

even though Okada's in the CHAOS group while Fale's in Bullet Club.
we go to leave the station, two other rasslers are in convalescence on the ground and warn us to be careful for they were ambushed. outside the front door, two clowns (actual clowns) offer us hotdogs with mustard suspiciously; Fale and I just shove them roughly back in their faces like "fuck off, clown". we climb on the roof of the bus, and head towards my old apartment in Hampstead...

and I wake with a headache and urgent need to pee.
Ernest Peshmick - Fri, 01 Aug 2014 11:46:18 EST qq56GLER No.42427 Reply
I took 20mg hydrocodone yesterday and didnt smoke weed all day. I was rolling around with a dog on a hardwood floor, and though we werent doing anything sexual, the air in my dream was a sexual/amorous one. Fucking weird, I'm not into that shit. But I do love dogs.
Polly Fomblepitch - Sat, 02 Aug 2014 22:55:56 EST YptUjm16 No.42434 Reply
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Holy shit, I haven't been to /dr/ in a long time and started this thread almost a year ago...glad to see it's still on page 1.

I get them from time to time. They're fucking terrifying so count yourself lucky.

In my most recent dream, I was making out with a girl at a party. After a few minutes, I went into anaphylactic shock. I was literally allergic to her face...
CrazyFolksTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Tue, 05 Aug 2014 01:56:04 EST icdu9REZ No.42450 Reply
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Last night I had a dream involving some guys vaguely similar to the US marshals. I don't remember what they had to do with me but they were really large and muscular and wore suits. Think 1940s. One, in particular, was just a brutal force. I rarely play video games but you know those heavy guys on Splinter Cell: Blacklist who just shove you if you get too close to them? The big "US marshal" in my dream did just that. He was some special elite guy or some shit. I found him in an attic full of boxes, then I think I became him and started doing the shoving.

Pic sort of related. Think of someone built like this character, but with no guns, no armor, and a 1940s-style suit. He just stands there shoving people who get close.
Angus Nimbledale - Sat, 16 Aug 2014 12:22:58 EST qaseYPu3 No.42501 Reply
heres my dream fom last night
So it started off with me in the doctors office. I was in the body of stewie griffin and brian was here with me. there was this pretty decent looking chick that brian wanted to get with but she kept flirting with me, but thats because thats what brian said. I never noticed the flirting because I dont think it happend. the doctor leads me to a room with a computer, the ground is grass and theres a bed and a tent. I dont recall anything he said, I think it was gibberish. anyways he leaves me there and the girl comes in. we just say hi and I think we made small talk. anyways she tells me I can sleep in the tent which I do.....lol. theres a radio (walkie talkie) in the tent and brain is telling me to talk to her and get her number for him. well I was going to when I heard a mans voice coming from the bed. I look through the tent (it was pretty transperent) and I see a half naked fit dude and the girl sitting on teh bed laughing and kissing. fuck this is where it gets weird. hes singing about all the jewlery they have. theres neckleces everyhwere. on the counters, all over the floor, on there necks. he sinign about them falling and we need to pick them up. THAN holy shit THAN a tv turns on and I see an image of a cartoon girls face and it looks like she is looking back, like she is bending over and looking back at me, but theres a horses body a white and blue horse with its ass facing us and a long convayer belt with SHIT colourfull SHIT pies on it. LOL WUT? anyways I look at this and decide its time to leave. they start singing about the shit. SO I leave stewies body and go into mine. Im now at a parking garage with my ex girlfriend(she is a bitch and I hate heR) and wehre just standing by the ledge looking down. theres a pool at ground level and I remeber the railing gave loose and I fell like 20 feet, hit a stone block and tumbled past the pool and landed on concrete. I remeber being unharmed and some fucking asian kids like "I can do that, can you do taht again?" I tell him he cant do it and I just got lucky. he fucking runs off the ledge and falls 70 Feet I don't know how it changed, and the scenery chaanged. Im sure most of you know in OCoT Zelda, the well in the town, long ass drop you need the rain song for., well it changed into that and he fucking disintigrated blood everywhere, broken bones. like the scene in bruges. so know it changes sceneries again and Im in a helicoptor with a cop, its first person view so Im not sure who I am, anyways I fall out of the helipcoptr into the waters below and Im struggling to stay aflout. he brings the coptor back around and im able to look at myself and see im a cop with a big ass homless beard. I grab the rail things under helpicopters to keep it stable when landing. and we just grough so many scenerios. we get past a yacht that is colord like a 50s movie, black and white, just that one area. I see women and men who look like their from the 20s, I see fucking enisteien and mark twain. Theres other boats with guys shooting at me and eventurallly I fall again, and am dying. my vision turns auburn and I begin to wake up. seems like a normal dream for me
Faggy Gannerlock - Sat, 16 Aug 2014 21:27:38 EST 9Mx//f02 No.42503 Reply
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So last night I dreamed I went on a badass snowboarding adventure with Kirt, Spardot and all the other mods.

Instead of riding the lift the whole way up we jump off the lift and landed in a huge snow drift. We proceeded to shred down the mountain like supreme badasses doing flips and twists and yelling out phrased like "DICKS EVERYWHERE!", "Oh Rueben" and "Hiffwe"

We stopped for a moment to smoke a fat blunt and I managed to show kirt the logic behind making a seperate board for shemale porn. He told me that as soon as he got back to Canada he would get on it. I also asked him if he and Spardot were looking for a third person in their relationship and he said he would think about it.

We started shredding again, but I crashed into a snow drift and my dream started to go off on tangent where I was walking through some abandoned medieval village. I went through some random house and found a modern sink and a bunch of tiny minatures figures. I went through the village and went into a path that lead through a forest.

I followed a rocky stream dancing and doing flips and shit, but this annoying ass bug started following me buzzing around my ears. I was swatting at it, but it kept coming at me. It landed on me and I woke up freaking out swatting at my neck and generally freaking out.

Dreams like these are what make quitting weed bearable.
John Dunkinford - Mon, 25 Aug 2014 06:57:33 EST sz7roFQp No.42531 Reply
>3 girls, looking like crust punks forcing their way into my house
>we push them out, but they cut my roommatecs face
>I fix his face with ointment of some sort
>I then go outside to an apartment courtyard and my mom is there
>A few people who live in this complex join us, but soon a ton of my friends do, mostly girls.
>I realise it is late and tell my one friend he has to leave. He sayas he doesn't have a ride, so i go inside to see if there is space to sleep
>I find 4 rooms with beds and a large living room with couches upstairs. All really fancy setups
>Most of those spots have girls sleeping in them, but their is space so I let me friend outside know.
>I'm at my parents house somehow and my dad is coming home from work, while I'm worried that I've been up all night amd should be going to work myself.
>tell my dad about the break-in, needing room for more people to sleep and needing to get to work.
>Wake up while checking on the girls in the upstairs living room
Jonny - Mon, 25 Aug 2014 10:12:24 EST jaQppA/T No.42532 Reply
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Used to have a katana just like in picrelated but lost it about a year and a half ago and luckily dreamt of being reunited with it several nights ago (my last dream). Copied out of my dream journal to preserve halfasleep meandering notetaking form with portions re-arranged for chronology:

one thing i remember is i was wondering whole time where i could get cannabis (habit carried over into dreamville i suppose) and at one point open community hiding box for [restaurant of employment] employee drugs and decide i will take a little bit of someone’s and they won’t notice. its clear plastic box w/ blue lid and has many beads and plastic cords like craftbox. i find small vial and manage to pour out small colored crystals belonging to [co-worker/bartender]. this is before all else. character i’m unsure of enters room and it’s my bedroom suddenly and either i or annoying bitch who is ageless but locked in perpetual highschool of the soul keep floating upward towards ceiling vent as if it’s suction vent. i get her to leave somehow and place crystals between two notecards and carry carefullly to exams. suddenly i am with in timeless strange voidlike part of dream i can place at no point on timeline i am with [family I know] at beach and with [old schoolmate] and [other old schoolmate] and we are taking our final exam on long tables on the beach on parchment paper. it rains and my paper is wet. amorphous being both [schoolmates] (very different fellows) tells me to hurry. i say you can go ahead i am just taking time. ms. [family name] saying something about how i must be waiting for a ride because mom & dad don’t trust me. leave when she isn’t looking and find katana in huge glassy school and building is gigantic with vast glass windows everywhere and many floors.i wander hallways and seem to be looking for something. find my katana on a shelf underneath a table & other ones next to it longer darker sleeker & consider taking one but that would be stealing. this katana already belongs to me.another sequence of exam-taking somehow wedged in here: we have to write one poem freestyle and draw one self portrait. i do neither. memory foggy but remember we were required to have something with straight edge for portrait and i produce box filled with cards each with something different spider-man or harry potter for example. wish i could remember cover of box. something interesting & i’m thinking of giving it to [lady friend] as gift. head towards exit with sword. bump into [schoolmate] and nameless clone of him in front of school police headquarters. discuss how they are so in trouble. officer [name] emerges and motions them inside and steps out telling me i must be a conspirator as well. no sir i’m not, i leave with sword before awaiting reply. going down halls i’m afraid of stabbing everyone i pass. plump teacher woman behind me almost gets and then does and simply deflects blade on bouncy fatty flesh. tip of sword sinks into her face behind me (with 360 degree vision) when blade is resting on my shoulder and absorbs in and then is flung out of bouncyphace.leave school direct into [local store]’s parking lot by movie theatre. heading home i suppose.
Jenny Funkinserk - Sat, 30 Aug 2014 14:48:13 EST VhV3crO3 No.42546 Reply
Last dream I had several days ago involved 3 or 4 other guys and me had no faces and we discussed how to stop this simulation world from being terminated.
Beatrice Cablingcocke - Sat, 30 Aug 2014 22:20:40 EST TcgtwLlV No.42547 Reply
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> see friend
> he gives me acid
> we build a strawberry helicopter and train ant to ride it
CrazyFolksTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Tue, 02 Sep 2014 16:27:45 EST onHYtujK No.42558 Reply
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Last night I dreamt I had severe enthusiasm. It was actually kind of horrifying, the way I would unpredictably go full retard and start screaming/groaning, and the way all my muscles would tense up as if I was having a seizure or something. It probably wasn't a fully realistic interpretation of enthusiasm but hey, I don't actually have the disease so my mind has to build off of what it's seen and heard in videos.
malneirophrenia !/Hh2q0WCjk - Wed, 03 Sep 2014 15:39:44 EST qxU2M71n No.42560 Reply
Anyone have a good fighting dream now and again? They're probably my favourite

Last night I dreamt that I was driving a truck with two friends of mine, Dan and Dev. The pedals were very fucky, the accelerator worked consistently but the brakes were unpredictable. There was another pedal down there which made only strange mechanical noises, there was no stick shift so I'm not sure wtf it did. We pulled into the convenience store closer to Dan's house, I remember the reconstruction of my home town was pretty accurate.

We got some food at the store and got back into the truck, now Dev was riding a motorcycle (I think it has to do with >>42521) behind the truck while I drove. The break was becoming way too unpredictable, I was going quite fast and even tapped the accelerator a few times by accident in my attempt to slow down. I crashed into a few things and scratched up the truck, which was a reconstruction of Dan's father's truck! We thought we were in shit for sure, I could see the hood of the truck from a 3rd person point of view and the dents looked like little patches of dirt or mud. By switching into third person I accidentally transported myself onto Dev's motorcycle, he was on the back and now Dan was driving the truck. We were close to Dan's house, on the street which his street is off of, when we saw a motorcycle gang blocking our path and using threatening gestures. I stood up on the motorcycle and stuck one foot off the side while accelerating straight towards one of the bikers on his motorcycle. My foot planted into his stomach and he curled around my leg, I carried him all the way down the street until I slammed on the brakes and he flew onto the ground. Reminded me of Grant Theft Auto when you hit someone with the front bumper and they travel on the hood of the car, until you slam the brakes and they go flying.

Dev passed me a sawed off, double-barrelled shotgun as he said "here, take the Valley Of Death" which I thought was interesting. Like the groove between the two barrels was a valley or something. I noticed he was loading up a snub-nosed revolver as a pulled around the corner towards Dan's house. We shot several times behind us towards the bikers, I could see Dan in the truck roaring towards them. As we approached Dan's driveway, and into Dan's garage, Dev noticed they were taking a while to catch up and he said "you and I better reload" and I nodded in agreement. We both started to reload as Dan basically crashed the truck into the garage, the biker's weren't coming so we stood there, looking out the open garage door at Dan's neighbourhood until I woke up.
Whitey Blytheson - Thu, 04 Sep 2014 02:34:24 EST +dusR1JB No.42561 Reply
My dog, a 7 year old German Shepherd, passed away from Leptospirosis (spread via wild animal urine) a month ago tomorrow. I had a dream last week about walking through my parents yard (they live on an acreage) with my dog, where she's happy, healthy, and running around, and then in the dream I gave her a bath (she loved getting groomed), and just played with my dog.
I really miss her. She was a good girl. I woke up and cried when I realized that she was indeed gone forever.
William Duckway - Wed, 10 Sep 2014 02:54:07 EST qeNWSYcH No.42588 Reply
i was at home, some weird old guy was at the door talking with a family member. i walked over because he seemed slightly crazy, slightly angry, just completely off and being a shithead at my front door. i remember telling my sister (i think) "i'm about to beat this guy if he doesn't leave now." or something. as i went over he stepped through the door and i immediately knew i was going to have fight this asshole and get him out of my home, but i paused since he didn't seem quite right and was still just talking angrily and gesticulating.

while i hesitated he got a gun out of his pants and had it at my mouth in one motion, i remember thinking something like "oh shit, no" before the customary too-loud-to-hear-properly *POP* and i felt the bullet punch a hole through the back of my neck. i didn't fall over, but felt horrified that this was the end of my life. i had time to reach up to feel the wound, and regret that i didn't grab the fucker the instant i thought he was a threat. he seemed lucid and was smirking after shooting me. when my consciousness faded in the dream i woke up.

can i please just have dreams about zombies or monsters? those are more fun than the Realistic Death Simulator 2014 that my last few nightmares have turned into.
William Duckway - Wed, 10 Sep 2014 02:56:32 EST qeNWSYcH No.42589 Reply
oh, and don't worry about your dog. your dog was happy, and still is, during the time she was alive. that life will always be there. nb
Martin Niggerwell - Fri, 12 Sep 2014 04:36:51 EST Ner538Db No.42602 Reply
Shooting giant hogs from the window of my grandma's trailer. Tried to cock the hammer but it wouldn't stay pulled back. The gun still shot though. Dreams.
Angus Wenderlut - Fri, 12 Sep 2014 10:39:51 EST p8AifdA6 No.42605 Reply
Going through a dry spell & having much more vivid dreams because of it. Interestingly enough I tried using Hyoscyamine recreationally & found it may have a negative impact on dreams. I rarely if ever have any kind of "bad dreams" but after taking a small dose of the drug, which is related to scolopamine & datura, I had 3 different "nightmares" over the course of the night.

I can't remember them specifically as I need to start keeping a dream journal, I forget my dreams within minutes of waking up usually. The last one I remember was of me hanging out with my ex & some kids I knew in high school. One of them was threatening to kill me & pointing a gun at my head. Very vivid in the moment, they were hanging out at my house & talking all kinds of shit to me about how they would kill my family if they showed up. The kids in the dream were friends I had in high school & not the sort of people that would ever do something like that.
Phineas Murdhood - Fri, 19 Sep 2014 03:43:51 EST gFyoS7Wz No.42640 Reply
Decide to go for a jog through my dream neighborhood. There's nobody else around. I end up running through some houses and shit on my jog. When I get back to the starting point, I am euphoric. Damn, that feels good. Let's do it again.
So I jog the same course again. This time, when I go through one of the houses, there's little kids in there. They think I'm breaking in and am gonna hurt them. I just jog through the house and don't talk to them.
When I get outside, a voice says "Hey!" I look around and this guy comes out from behind a tree. He starts talking shit. "You think you can just run through my house and fuck with my kids??" I'm panting. I say, "Look man, relax-"
He slaps me in the face and I wake up. Asshole.
Martin Boffingridge - Fri, 19 Sep 2014 12:06:37 EST 3wpbmhe0 No.42643 Reply
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I was living in a village with some friendly indians. I decide to talk a walk, and end up trespassing on a rival tribe's land. They go nuts, but the local British garrison shell the hell out of their village and kill hundreds.

The sheriff, thinks I instigated and believes I can be made a scapegoat to avoid further bloodshed. He says “You are guilty, and will be executed.”

“Wait what?”

I ask him if I can at least have a trial. Make a statement. He becomes livid.

“No, no! After you've been executed, your kin can make a statement.”

I say I have no choice but to appeal to the ranking British officer, for an ad-hoc tribunal.

One of the British privates gives his solemn oath that the British army would accept my request. The sheriff walks away, furious. Fuck yeah Brits? I have never felt happier to be put on trial, knowing full well I broke no British law. In the meantime I am a free man.

The friendly indian chief gazes at the reeds on the bank. A brave from the opposing tribe approaches him. The chief says “Those who live here, lie here.”

The brave begins decapitating him with a hatchet. Oh fuck. I look around and realize the camp is undefended. There's only me and a baseball bat versus a fucking war party.

I bash the fuck out of this one indian, the blows aren't hard because you can't hit very hard in a dream, but his face gets smashed, his arm is broken.

And that's how I became a tory militia.
Barnaby Brupperstat - Sun, 21 Sep 2014 08:16:31 EST G8dVAi10 No.42652 Reply
I had a dream I was with an ex and she cheated on me so I went to kick this guy's ass. I ran up to him, over a table, and while I'm on top of the table getting ready to kick him he stabs me in the leg with a fork. Didn't feel it, started beating that nigga up
Wesley Sullerchere - Tue, 23 Sep 2014 18:23:19 EST 1fZO1BxD No.42667 Reply
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Last night, in my dream there was a giant spider chasing me. Why, brain, why does it always have to be a giant spider?
Wesley Clangerdale - Fri, 26 Sep 2014 12:54:50 EST EJg7gYiV No.42682 Reply
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>standing in my kitchen making some coffee
>turn on the pot and turn around to walk away
>grandma runs across the house over to the front door
>she's naked
>"What the fuck grandma?"
>she slowly turns around and is actually a zombie
>starts rushing towards me screaming, arms extended
>mfw i wake up instantly and see that i've only been sleeping for an hour
Fanny Hidgechodging - Sat, 27 Sep 2014 03:03:56 EST 0B4Az6zR No.42685 Reply
that was my last dream
Eugene Bleshweg - Sat, 27 Sep 2014 11:13:07 EST tsVxhGRB No.42686 Reply
lol I once dreamt that my grandma was a vampire and attacked me
Whitey Clozzlelock - Sun, 28 Sep 2014 12:42:24 EST EJg7gYiV No.42690 Reply
think I experienced sp for the first time last night. I thought I had felt it before but it was nothing like this.

>wake up at 6 this morning to piss
>back to bed
>laying on my back
>roll over after a few minutes with intentions to just sleep, not LD or anything
>next thing I know I'm in my childhood home.
>an old bro is there with me
>there is also a little monkey like the ones you see with street performers
>I'm actually sparring with this little monkey
>he blocks my every hit, I hear a noise like swords blocking eachother every time
>"hahahaha bro this monkey is a little punk-ass isn't he? hahah"
>wait a minute,
>"Bro? you there? I said this monkey-"
>wait a minute I don't have a monkey, and I don't know if this bro is even still alive after all these years. How am I back here and why is the room so dark?"
>lucidity is starting to creep up but it's not quite there yet
>start trying to turn on my flashlight, it's not coming on. Tap it a few times, that usually works but not this time.
>realize I am laying in bed but cannot move
>the rest is hard to describe, I can switch between my paralyzed real body, and feel it laying there in bed. And then I can switch to my dream body which is standing in a dark room holding a broken flashlight.
>whoa what a weird fucking feeling,
>suddenly I can feel my dream body hovering above my real body, I've lost control over it but I can feel it slowly falling back into my real body
>and suddenly I'm fully awake again and mad cause I just can't seem to go back into it so I just wasted a great opportunity.
Edward Pocklekerk - Mon, 29 Sep 2014 21:10:10 EST mH0Gegi1 No.42693 Reply
>me and some fat mafia looking dude are at my house.
>apparently my house is some sort of gang safehouse.
>two hot heel clad bitches suddenly pull up at the front of the house with guns. >Mafia guy tosses me a cardboard box full of disassembled firearms and unloaded magazines as he peaces it into the house and closes the door.
>Stumble the fuck behind a car while getting shot the fuck up by these hoes. >manage to fire off a few rounds at their car while switches between malfunctioning handguns.
>They finish their ammunition and get into their car and drive off
>Fat Mafia bastard comes out of the house yelling at me like I fucked up and their getting away or some shit
>hop into my beat ass corolla and drive after them
>they're gone and my alarm goes off.
Fuck Gallerchudging - Wed, 01 Oct 2014 09:43:29 EST nEqEBhGA No.42694 Reply
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There was some weirder shit happening before this part, but I can't really remember it. Me and a bunch of friends had a mini rave going on, and were doing mdma behind the elementary school we went to growing up and went to drink/smoke at in high school since it's on the edge of town. Someone starts setting off artillery shell fireworks and one lands on a house and catches it on fire. The same thing happened on DXM during the 4th of July a while ago, but nothing caught on fire or happened, so that's probably where that came from.

Suddenly the Chinese police are there arresting everyone. I jump two fences into the woods in an attempt to escape, but get stuck in a loop of jumping them like 12 times with the police getting closer each time until I'm caught and put in a forced labor camp.

I woke up in a cold sweat and smoked a bowl to remind myself I live in Washington. I gotta stop looking at /n/ on my phone in bed when I can't sleep.
Cedric Fisslelad - Sat, 04 Oct 2014 20:41:34 EST G8dVAi10 No.42698 Reply
I'm gonna put my last three dreams down so I boost the likelihood of more

First dream, three days ago, I was at work but work had showers in the middle of like the work... warehouse. Well I was taking a shower, got out, and realized I forgot to shampoo my hair or some shit. I only had a towel on and was walking by my coworkers, one who I have a giant crush on. I picked up the shampoo and turned around, and noticed the girl again. She was behind this larger girl, and as I moved to get around both of them I realized the girl only had panties and a shirt on. Really fucking sexy panties too, black with the panty-hose like see through sides. She has a great ass too so this was pretty awesome as far as dreams go. Anyways I got back in the shower, end dream

Next night I was hanging out with a coworker I never really talk much to but who I think is a cool guy. He's really quiet, plays WoW and watches corny TV shows all day. Well I was at his house with a girl I kept thinking I remembered from somewhere, it was his friend or girlfriend. The guy kept showing me video games he liked and eventually we started playing BMX XXX which I never really played but thought it was, and the title came up on the screen for it so that solidified it. Well I realized the girl was named Lacey from remembering her friend... Macey. I told the guy, oh that's Lacey like Macey and Lacey. Macey and Lacey get it? He was just nodding like yeah dude. Anyways I'm not sure that girl was even named Lacey

Last night I had a dream I was at my work and work looked and played out normally, me doing stupid shit I have to do with the girl across the warehouse separated. Well I ogled her and stuff and eventually she went to break or something and I saw this massive notebook on her desk. I have no idea why but I decided to take a look, and it was all drawings of me. I was really flattered, the one that I remember seeing the most was the back of my head in my favorite plaid sweater. I remember thinking 'She does like me...'

Well I'm pretty into tarot and God and stuff and I feel like these are trying to push me to talk to her some more. The tarot has been coming up with Lovers and Ace Wands dignified about the dreams and stuff. I haven't been talking to her because she told the other workers she thought I was creepy. Long story. Short version; she told me her last boyfriend was creepy and she likes perseverance. I just don't want to get fired for hassling this chick if it's all for naught. Gonna start slow on Monday if I get the opportunity.
Fucking Drittingwill - Sun, 05 Oct 2014 05:55:17 EST Xg+8dOVp No.42699 Reply
im horrible at writing this

[bold] The Journey to the Fluffy Church [/Bold]

Im driving my car on way to an emergency meeting, i see the church the meeting is being held at in the distance but there is no where to park close to the church. i find a spot to park about 1km away from the church, as soon as i step out a bus pulls over and its doors open, i hop on the bus and amazingly the back seat is free.
I sit there quietly and notice the bus is filled with school girls, the people sitting in the seats infront of me turn around and look at me, i ask "does this bus stop at the fluffy church?" they continue to look at me without saying anything, there is a girl with long hair sitting infront of the 2 girls on the right. She has long hair and seems very quiet. I ask her if this bus goes to the fluffy chuch, she looks a little scared but nods, i ask if i can sit with her.
The bus continues and i say nothing and neither does she, we start driving through a town filled with manufacturing plants and a store called piers piersly. My friend and i smile at each other, she says that she wants me to be her friend and gives me a rubber band, i say ill always be her friend. Then i begin to wonder when we will reach the fuzzy church and just assume its going the long way, it is a bus after all. i notice there are rich men in suits walking piles of cash along the side of the road.
The bus is going everyone going up spiral roads stopping every now and then to let people off. My friend pushes a button and grabs my hand, she leads me off the bus and we begin walking to a house. i say to her that i have a meeting, it was an emergency, she frowns a little at me, but i enter her house (i cant remember anything about the house), she says that she wants me to have a white plastic bracelet, i accept but say that there is nothing i can give in return, she smiles and says thats okay. (another blank)
I ask her if she knows how to get to the fluffy church, she says i can take a train, i say i walk outside and down the stairs and begin walking, i look back and she smiles at me, i smile back, when i look around there is a train ahead of me. i ask the train driver if the train goes to the fluffy church, she says that yes it does, but the carriages smell because muslims dont know how to clean trains, i say that smell doesnt bother me and walk into the first carriage and its more of a lounge room. the train pulls off and i wave to my friend noticing my white plastic bracelet around my wrist.
The train is going in the reverse direction where i came from, as the train passes piers piersly she starts screaming with giddyness, i call ahead and ask if shes okay, she says SHOES! LOOK AT THE SHOES, i look out the carriage and there are all these shoes laying in a garden bed, there are all brands from louboutin to target brand, she begins to lean out of the train and starts raking in shoes into the carriage, the train begins to lean, i tell her that she has too many shoes and the train is going to derail, then suddenly the number 5 appears and begins counting down then a tardis appears from the sky, 4, i jump out the carriage and run for the tardis and reach it by 1, as soon as i touch it i am sitting in the meeting, i have my white plastic bracelet on, the emergency meeting is about the new rape of vaporisers, everyone is smoking from a vaporiser that glows blue, pink, yellow, purple and green when you inhale. all i can do is play with the bracelet on my wrist, i miss my friend....

Then its decided to show more stock at the meeting, the people at the meeting go to a room full of boxes, they all grab from the bottom, the boxes fall on top of us.

Then i wake up.

i have recently stopped smoking weed and have been having really cool dreams like this one.
Ravenfrost !8NBuQ4l6uQ - Sun, 05 Oct 2014 13:36:42 EST vsrRCe87 No.42700 Reply
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I was swimming in a shallow pool where a hotspring and glacial creek met, finding an eddy with the perfect temperature to lay my eggs in. Because I am a part-bug person and my children come out of little yellow egg sacs that I crap out of my vagina. That is why I am doing right now, I am squatting over a crater I just dug out of the earth and I am crapping each of my 9 children into their new home.

1, 2, 3, and 4, 5,6,
7,8 and 9!

000 00 0000

Face huggers.
Fanny Brannerhall - Mon, 06 Oct 2014 20:04:09 EST G8dVAi10 No.42705 Reply
I had so many dreams last night it took like a half hour to write them down this morning. Long story short, kept dreaming I had woken up, to the point of like five dream levels like some fucking Inception shit. Woke up and realized I had been sleepwalking for the second time in my life, placed my glasses downstairs on a table. In one of the dreams I placed my glasses on a headboard (which my bed doesn't have) and remarked 'I'll remember I put these here,' my go-to phrase to spur my memory of where my glasses are.

That must have been the dream I moved my glasses in because it took me like twenty minutes to find them this morning, I definitely remembered setting them on the shoe box in my room too.
Charlotte Fuckingshit - Tue, 07 Oct 2014 14:29:14 EST u0ayoX9X No.42707 Reply
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I had a few dreams that happened in sequence one night.

>ride my bike through a quiet, hot, boring suburb in florida
>just kind of cruising on the rough pavement with nowhere to go
>watch the sunlight piercing through the trees
>goes on for a while
>can't help but to think about how fucking long i've been riding my bike

>meet group of assassins in a sheet metal hut
>their leader found me on the street
>he really hates people who disrespect women
>for some reason a little anime girl was there
>she said something bad about a woman and he almost shot her
>"what the fuck man"
>he calms down and tells me about a plan he has to kill someone
>don't even remember the details

>be a part of a tribal ceremony during sunset
>there's a podium with an altar covered in torches and feathers and shit
>podium is surrounded by hundreds of stick people with wavy, flowing arms in a crouching position
>shaman figure is standing behind the altar
>he's wearing a huge mask made of meat, eyeballs and clay
>see him walking in some direction, it didn't matter where
>wake up
Charlotte Fuckingshit - Tue, 07 Oct 2014 14:45:29 EST u0ayoX9X No.42708 Reply
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this one was oddly vivid. i've never even touched hard drugs.

>be a teenage junkie with teenage junkie friends
>we crash in an old abandoned apartment in the outskirts of a large futuristic city and shoot up whatever drugs we can get our hands on
>rob stores and mug people to support ourselves
>atmosphere is extremely scary and depressing and the streets are illuminated only by orange streetlights, for some reason my dream persona found beauty in all the bleakness
>get closer to a girl in our "clique"
>be sitting on a park bench under an orange streetlamp and talk to her
>she's completely indifferent and doesn't care about anything in the world, myself included
>i find this really attractive and fall in love with her
>despite this she always runs off with other guys and completely ignores me to do drugs
>later on, chill at an old abandoned warehouse on the shore with druggie friends to shoot something up
>girl i love is there too
>take the drug, feel its effects, "vision" gets hazy
>hear a voice in my head telling me that i'm a murderer, thrive on it and feel the urge to destroy everything
>get in a fight and kill one of my friends by throwing them into the water and drowning them
>i look over at the girl to see her staring at me with dead eyes, completely emotionless and not even the slightest bit shocked
>wake up

the sad part is that the love i felt for this girl was more intense than any love i've ever felt.
CrazyHipsterTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Sat, 11 Oct 2014 20:12:11 EST uNfz+mTi No.42725 Reply
This morning I dreamed that this cute Christian goody two-shoes girl I know from high school had turned "bad", started hitchhiking and smoking, etc. At the end of the dream she was in a pretty erotic posture with a cigarette in her mouth; alas, I woke up without wet boxers or even a slight hardening of the penis. Now I want to fap to her pictures wishing she actually had turned bad.
CrazyNewfagTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Sat, 18 Oct 2014 20:24:46 EST ueYdiQ/R No.42745 Reply
Last night I dreamed I had pus-filled bumps on the shaft my penis a little bigger than the size of a pea. I was going to smear a little 3-MeO-PCP on the bumps to numb my skin and then pop them with a needle, but I woke up before I got around to it.
Eugene Hummerbore - Sat, 18 Oct 2014 20:58:55 EST u0ayoX9X No.42746 Reply
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all these really weird dreams i have make me never want to smoke weed again

>get a call from some people
>they tell me they've been stuck in an underground cave for months
>"what? is everyone still alive?"
>they respond "we are no longer whole"
>i have no clue what that meant but i knew it was serious and i needed to be there
>go to the cave, it turned out to be some kind of laboratory
>stark white halls, really weird design, doors everywhere, completely silent
>open a door, someone in a suit is standing on the other side
>"what's going on?" i ask
>he responds "we're preparing a birthday cake"
>he escorts me to a different chamber, this time it actually looks like a cave
>the giant chamber consists of a glowing underground lake with a platform in the middle, there's a huge cake sitting in the center
>there's also a bunch of tiny elves sitting around it
>they start singing
>suddenly there's an earthquake, cake tumbles and gets destroyed
>a lot of the elves are crushed by the giant cake, some fall into the water and get eaten by pirahnas
>so many elves are getting eaten by pirahnas i start panicking
>pull out a capsule like in dragonball z, throw it into the water and it makes a boat
>save as many elves as i can, ride the waves created by the earthquake into a whole at the top of the chamber
>boat lands on a staircase with a door at the top
>open door, walk through it, turns out the door is at the back of a convenience store
>look at the cashier, she gives no shits
>walk through the store out of the front, my car is parked nearby

that was a wild ride
Eugene Hummerbore - Sat, 18 Oct 2014 21:01:11 EST u0ayoX9X No.42747 Reply
I should clarify, I have really crazy/awesome dreams every night, but only when i don't smoke weed. The payoff from not smoking is worth it. heh
Barnaby Dravinghut - Thu, 23 Oct 2014 00:59:20 EST Wd0o2zl3 No.42757 Reply
It was assumed at the beginning of the dream that I slept with this guys girlfriend, and he found out that she cheated on him, but he didn't know it was me. We became best friends, and at the end of the dream he found out who I was. I was arrested at the end of the dream.
Esther Blathershit - Thu, 23 Oct 2014 05:27:01 EST VhV3crO3 No.42761 Reply
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Wow no way I found a post of mine from months ago. This calls for an update. I recently moved away from trying to use firearms in dreams and gravitate more towards magic powers these days. Lately every day I have lucid dreams now. It's great. Last dream I had wings and chilling out with Solid Snake for some reason, later I had a dream where I won the lottery because of a subdream where I saw the numbers that make me win, so if by an astronomical stroke of unbelievable luck I somehow win, another me in a parallel world will see me win in his dream. Oh and in the dream I win twice, I bought a ticket today with the same numbers twice.
Archie Blizzledock - Sat, 25 Oct 2014 18:04:58 EST dn/Xnl1C No.42771 Reply
Just woke up from a strange dream.
I was in an office building on one side there was a large room for presentations.
In it there were tables in a U shape for the audience and on the side of the speaker there were small pedestals with small pyramid shaped objects on them.
The looked like several pyramids stuffed into each other and were of brown grey colour.
They people doing the presentation were presenting them to the audience and were using terribly complicated language that wasnt understandable.
I had to help them prepare the light etc. for the presentation.
After I finisher I went outside the room which had a glass door and took of my jacket and flung it over my shoulder. One woman in the audience said: Ohlook that tired guy outside, he would be a good advertisement for Hugo Boss, "tired man wearing Boss". All other people laughed.
I went into the room on the other side of floor, which was smaller and had a large oval table inside. It was full of people waiting to do their presentation.
I sat down and talked to a girl, we talked about holidays and she said she wanted to go to Finland and I told her about my recent trip there.
Then I was suddenly in another darker and smaller room.
There were several naked men crouching on the floor and there were two machines which looked like metal detectors at the airport.
There was a older guy and girl sitting behind them, the men on the floor faced the opposite direction.
The men were all crouching and laying on the floor chaotically and it was my job to aline them between the two detectors behind each other in doggy position so they could be assfucked by the guy sitting behind them.
After arranging them I was suddenly in bed with the girl from the meeting room before and talking about holidays and other stuff again.
Henry Pittfield - Tue, 28 Oct 2014 21:49:35 EST Wd0o2zl3 No.42795 Reply
Had a dream last night that I had sex with one of my best friends. (it's a girl and I'm a guy, don't worry) She's the only person I ever have sex with in my dreams my entire life, and although I never used to be attracted to her and these dreams used to make me cringe I've accepted that deep down, I've always subconsciously wanted to tap dat ass.
Cornelius Possledale - Wed, 29 Oct 2014 01:10:00 EST e8aKwOeM No.42800 Reply
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Bunch of weird random shit

>standing outside
>see someone driving a forklift past my house
>Behind it, is a semi truck being towed
>what the fuck,
>suddenly there is a steep pass in my driveway, they forklift attempts to climb it
>someone standing next to me says he's going to fucking tip over
>"Nah, he probably knows what he's doing
>the forklift and truck tip over the edge, go tumbling down the hell-pit
>shrug, walk back inside
>My dad is standing there, smartass look on his face and says "What happened to you, Anon?"
>behind him is standing a shadow person at least 8 feet tall, vast black wings stretch out from behind it
>wake up
James Cliffinglodge - Fri, 07 Nov 2014 06:29:37 EST CewheAEH No.42857 Reply
Had a shit load of consecutive ones last night, this might be a bit long

>walking through a lake in a forrest stealthfully like an alligator with my eyes just above the water so i'm not seen
>can hear the agents from the matrix talking about killing everyone in sight and making sure the childrens corpses aren't found as they don't want controversy around the area
>can see smith on the far right scouting around
>manage to sneak around the left hand side and see two armed special forces people
>one of them is a small chinese security guard I met in real life today in a shop who I thought was insinuating I was stealing stuff
>I give them the gesture pointing to my eyes then pointing to smith so they know where he is
>all of a sudden smith is in front of us, I grab the gun off the security guard and shoot him with one of them phosphorus rounds
>he goes down, he changes into 10ft tall version sort of looking like arnold schwarzenegger in the terminator, but I didn't notice this when dreaming
>grabs the security guard by the face and crushes him, this was all vivid as fuck

>next section of the dream, some girl people have been talking about a few weeks about in real life that I didn't even pay much attention to was supposedly sleeping around alot. She was in the dream and had a list of men about 30 long written with roman numerals for some reason lol and crossed out the ones she slept with.
>starts talking about a joke I made, gets pissed off and goes behing the sofa im sitting on which is in the middle of a highstreet and gets me in a choke.
>she turns into a man whos trying to fuck me up, so I fought him and ended up headbutting him over and over against a wall until he collapsed to the floor

>next section, this one was cool as fuck.
>im still me but springing all over the town in daytime with my front hands sort of like a frog about 4 feet in the air each time
>spring past my mum & sister right in front of them and they don't recognise me. I said "funny how they don't recognise me when im moving like this".
>spring all the way down the busy street into a shady looking building with gangsters sitting down discussing private stuff
>start springing all over their chairs and tables, they start chasing me as I spring into the back room
>they go around the front to try cut me off so im trying to squeeze through a locker door without a back to it that leads to a forrest
>felt a big sense of fear and panic in the dream, but managed to get through by somehow transporting the locker into the middle of the forrest, then hid.
>there's now 3 hunters scouting the forrest for me
>dream follows one of the female ones as she approaches a tiger which just purrs and walks past her (fuck knows why)
>she gets an idea and chases some bats which lead to me (fuck knows why)
>I run like FUCK through the forrest and slide down a big mound into a lake
>emerging out of this lake are these 8ft tall androids that I can control
>they follow me underwater and some of them bury themselves under the sand
>the other two are taking care of enemy androids on the surface of the water which were downgraded versions and got blasted the fuck apart easily with green plasma balls or something.
>dream skips to me and 3 others inside giant robot exoskeleton things in shallow water
>I said "fuck this im going up to the outer atmosphere", and jets started blasting water underneath me apart for a huge radius, as I went up in the air what seemed like a few meters the sun went down and the moon & stars came up. This was pretty cool.
>Came back down and the mud below opened up to be a blinding white room where we all got our equipment removed from our bodies
>one person looses control of his equipment and sprays bullets and missiles all over the place, had to hide behind the metal of my mechanical suit to shield from the bullets
>one of the group members sais he will sacrifice himself so everyone else can get out

>next section of the dream
>walking up the street with 2 other people
>one finds a "2 yen" coin on the floor and starts getting exited. the other bloke laughs at him and says it's worth nothing
>go into a japanese coffee shop, people are bidding over a cup of coffee like it was an auction
>get threatened by the owner for some reason, tells us to leave but I play on the racing game that you sit down on instead

>next section, the dreams following mark whalberg running a marathon(? no idea why he popped up, haven't heard about / seen him in ages)
>runs into two people in wheelchairs in front which wern't going fast enough
>begins to slap them both asking "which one of you was it?!" (not sure what he was asking about)
>for some fucking reason it goes in slow motion and zooms in on one of the wheelchair men smiling and laughing, and then mark whalberg picked him up and threw him, he goes flying out of view

my dreams are random / weird as fuck
Lydia Grimway - Sun, 16 Nov 2014 12:01:45 EST G8dVAi10 No.42886 Reply
>been having shitty dreams for a bit, like one where I got fired
>girl I have a crush on starts flirting with me again, have a dream I kiss her
>that day I see Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat, start really really hoping that's a sign this could happen
>that night I have this dream...

>Wake up in house, different layout than normal. Large screen door/window we don't really have. Walk up to it
>notice my grandfather fell asleep on the couch, beer in hand. He starts waking up when I look at him
>stare out the window and see a crocodile waddling across and then under the porch
>Grandpa there's a crocodile out here...
>Well I better get it then
>comes and stares out the window for a sec, says something about gator
>gator is trailing off from the porch, about to leave
>he heads outside and tosses a rock at the gator
>gator charges him and comes within an inch of running into him but doesn't bite or hit him
>gator does this again and he was by the window so now gator is by the window, door open
>hide behind screen, gramps is in the yard, gator next to me outside
>gator bites the screen and grandpa throws some meat on the ground
>gator goes towards meat, gator has turned into a boar
>boar is actually rubbing its torso on gramps, being really friendly
>WTF is going on I think to myself
>keeps feeding it and it becomes a fox
>Oh man I always wanted to pet a wild fox, go outside
>as he's feeding the fox he says "These frickin cats in this neighborhood look at this shit, one there and there and there"
>fence has three sides. On the right a cat is on the cusp of the brush, staring at me. In front there's another cat doing the same thing, both black. I can't find the one on the left
>tell him, he tries to point it out
>give up and call fox over to me, pet it
>wake up

Now here's something weird

>go to have a cigarette
>light it up, step outside
>a cat is on the left side of the fence/yard, staring at me from the same distance as the others in the dream

It wasn't black but I feel like that meant something... For sure. I couldn't find the third cat in my dream.... but there it was when I woke up
Cedric Goodlock - Mon, 17 Nov 2014 02:28:53 EST M5uo5tks No.42892 Reply
background: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%BClen_movement

>denied entry to fancy midtown office building because of my disingenuous association with the Gulenist movement
>leave, go to bodega, shoot strawberry blond boy behind the counter for no apparent reason. he collapses and bleeds orange soda, i go to the back and pull out a 99c bottle of orange soda. by the time i go back to the counter, he's alive and well again.
>something to do with Central Park on a snowy day, tobogganing, and a female ex
>leave Central Park, head to sidewalk in front of Met Museum. big group of all my current/previous lovers and friends standing there, telling me how well i'm doing infiltrating the Gulenist movement. a male ex tells me he loves me. i smile and hug them all and then leave...
>then watch a report on my phone that someone had already sabotaged a Gulenist gathering by poison and that the city is about to go into lockdown.
>flee through the park again, it's no longer snowy. run across a Gulenist encampment, decide to take back my honor and attack them, but heavy reinforcements show up when i do.
> wake up.
Cedric Goodlock - Mon, 17 Nov 2014 02:41:49 EST M5uo5tks No.42893 Reply
background: i had this dream during a nap this afternoon, after getting back from my boyfriend's place. my girlfriend got piss drunk and texted me undesirable stuff while i was there.

>in jail. girlfriend is in jail too but in a different area.
>abstract imagery involving fisting, beer, and muscular women with shaved, tattooed heads. felt slideshow-esque, like i was gliding between paintings in an art gallery.
>find girlfriend. she's cowering in a corner surrounded by bad people.
>tear apart the bad people with bare hands and lots of gore.
>she did not seem appreciative at all.
>mirror appears. my face is twisted and flickering in and out of "reality".
>wake up, disillusioned and feeling off.
Hamilton Bingertut - Thu, 20 Nov 2014 07:43:00 EST VhV3crO3 No.42908 Reply
I had a lot of dreams last night. The earliest one I remember is a wake induced lucid dream, I believe it's the first time I successfully pulled one of those off. I was flying really fast, I found it most fun to fly low, there was a lot chance of crashing into things so naturally I just passed through them. There were a lot of false awakenings in between. In this one lucid dream I was in this room and felt like toying with my environment, so I grabbed bricks on the wall, pulled on them and they became elastic and I could turn them into stone whips and then zombies materialized and I had some fun fighting them. This ended in another false awakening.

Later I was in this school I think and as I went down the stairs I noticed I could do some extremely acrobatic moves going down and outside could float over long distances and it hit me. I said to a former friend that was there that it was a dream, he kept saying it wasn't. I tried flying, I tried doing some magic, nothing worked, maybe this is real.

In one dream I had a really fun time grapple hooking from place to place with this female sidekick. That was awesome. There were also bunch of other less interesting dreams where I worked in a coke lab, my mother was crack head, being eaten by a giant clam, camels, deformed rambo, a bunch of other weird shit.

In one I saw Shrek and I figured out it was a dream because if I was watching a movie or playing a game I'd see a screen. I kept telling to Shrek that he's just a dream haha, then I woke up.
That was one crazy night.
Cornelius Wagglebury - Thu, 20 Nov 2014 22:22:09 EST dk6MFAOE No.42912 Reply

I had a dream a few nights ago that I took about 30 grams of dph and was certainly going to die. Then I woke up and remembered that I'd never get that many pills down without puking and I didn't even have any in the house for over a week.
Charles Sevingspear - Sun, 23 Nov 2014 08:38:22 EST 8oKwxKX5 No.42924 Reply
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Two dreams I had recently.

>be picnic place in a park with several large wooden tables
>it is actually a class taking place and pupils sit at the tables
>the teacher is feared and disliked
>I am late for class and sneak to a table and sit down beside a girl
>afraid teacher will ask me anything
>girl besides me tells me to pretend to sleep, it would keep the teacher away
>put your had on the table besides the girls head
>we both start hugging in fear of the teacher
>suddenly I have a birds view of the whole place from high up in the sky
>tables have turned into hills
>teacher has become a gigantic centaur in the middle of this hills but much taller than them
>on his back are four creatures standing, all of them are also nearly as tall as the hills
>one is has a humans body but a lions head, one is a griffin, one something that looks like a wild man and a muscular bald purple coloured guy
>a hero who fights the teacher appears, its a cyclops with one horn on its head (like in the ray harryhausen sindbad movie), as tall as the creatures on the back
>to defeat the teacher he has to kick the creatures of the teacher back
>he has a long chain whip
>he snaps it around the lionheaded creatuers neck and starts running around in circles around the centaur/teacher
>he get airborne by holding onto the whip
>keeps circling
>when above the back of the teacher, he does a jumping kick into the lion heads face
>keeps kicking the lions head mid air
>lion starts to get shaken
>dream ends

>upper flour in a car park building
>there are no walls just columns
>below the building is a canal with a bridge
>in the car park building is a black limo
>there are gangsters inside
>a older one sitting in the back seat , the boss
>his number 2 and a bodyguard
>nr 2 and the boss are arguing
>boss gets angry, asks the nr 2 who he thinks he is speaking with
>nr2 answers, the former boss
>nr2 start pouring gasoline into the car
>boss looks to bodyguard
>bodyguard is on nr2s side
>he lights up the car with the boss inside
>after waiting for a while they push the over the edge of the building it falls down into the canal
>I am a low ranking thug working for nr.2
>I and some other are ordered to get some items from the car which is under water
>we swim out there dive and get a suitcase
>walk down the alley besides the parking building
>it has construction site containers on both sides
>suddenly police starts to come into the alley from both sides
>we decide to hide
>everybody jumps onto the containers
>everybody is suddenly moving is an artsy expressionist dance fashion
>they hide in weird dance posses behind objects, like a headstand with the legs pointed to one side
>end of dream
Fucking Sippernure - Sun, 23 Nov 2014 20:52:02 EST e2gLaPCN No.42926 Reply
I had a drug dream I was kicking the shit out of a kid that I haven't seen since 2nd fucking grade. I remember looking down at his crying face and suddenly it turned into my face and I woke up. What the fuck?
Fucking Sippernure - Sun, 23 Nov 2014 21:28:45 EST e2gLaPCN No.42927 Reply

This just helped me remember a dream I had last night but could barely remember. I was beating the shit out of this kid that I haven't even seen since 2nd fucking grade and as I was looking down at his crying face he suddenly turned into me and I woke up. Felt guilty as hell but couldn't remember why when I woke up. Fucking weird dream, that kid never got bullied by me or anyone else that I know of, and I never got bullied either.
Fucking Sippernure - Sun, 23 Nov 2014 21:31:27 EST e2gLaPCN No.42928 Reply

uhh, sorry for the apparent double post. I tried to post the same thing earlier and I thought it didn't go through, I didn't see it after refreshing a few times.

Charlotte Ninningworth - Mon, 24 Nov 2014 09:46:19 EST 3/gRSMg3 No.42932 Reply
I was having Chinese food with a friend, and I woke up with my brain throbbing so I went to take a klonopin, had to feel my way around the room, tried to turn the lights on, nothing, realized I went blind. Woke up masturbating. Now my jaw hurts as im debating whether to take an aleve, if this is even real.
Fucking Sippernure - Mon, 24 Nov 2014 13:18:35 EST e2gLaPCN No.42933 Reply
woke up, shaved and got dressed and fed the dog. Got in my car and started driving to work and when I look in my backseat I see Emily Deschanel sitting there, and she suddenly just starts bellowing out opera music.

lol, woke up for real, didn't even have to be up for another 4 hours.
Molly Secklehood - Tue, 23 Dec 2014 14:30:50 EST RWlvxyuj No.43109 Reply
After a night of drinking, I went to sleep about three.

The dream was of some form of festival with a people dressed in vitorian and rennesance costumes.

I enjoy myself for awhile and then wander off from the main square, I pass one of the side attractions. It's a theater showing short films of various genres. I look at some of the posters advertising the films.

I notice one that depicts a woman in a dirts white dress, hands and feet covered in blood, with her face obscured by black hair and standing on a black background. I can't remember the title, but the important part was at the bottom of the poster: "Best Short Horror Film of 2093".

I looked back at the main square with a bit of confusion as nothing had indicated I was in the future. I examined more of the posters, a few indicating dates and years they were released and find a few more with odd future dates.

One catches my eye, it's advertised as a short animated documentary of World War 3. I can't remember the exact information, but I recall that either the poster indicated the year the war started or that the documentary would be made when I would be in my 70s or 80s. This gave me the impression that it would happen in the next decade or two.

I decide this is a chance to get some future information, even if it's only a summarized version of things. I enter the theater and find it consists of numerous small booths with individual screens so that anyone can view what they want without having to conform to a schedule viewing.

I take an empty booth and select the documentary. As I'm watching the intro, depicting nuclear detonations in major cities, a man appears in the booth with me. Oddly he looks like Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor, but I get the impression that this isn't something human and that it's just taking this form to interact with me.

He warns me that I should stop, people shouldn't know about the future of their own worlds. I dismiss him, saying wouldn't he do the same if he were me. I turn my attention back to the film, which has moved on to a scene showing soldiers rounding up civilians in a city I couldn't identify.

At this point I woke up. I felt like the thing taking the form of the 11th Doctor, removed me from the festival and forced me to wake up because I wasn't listening to him.
gaze - Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:38:39 EST ryJAxOyc No.43111 Reply
im in a bad place. i dont know why its bad, but i know its bad. as i make my way up a treacherous hill. i see no graves, but its dark all but where im standing, a dirt path leading me to where ever it is im going, and i feel graes around me. something small is tagging along with me. it asks for a cigarette. i say no and immediately light one. i think.
some time down the path, it falls. i fall with it. its bumpy and hard and smells like i imagine dreams to smell like. the little thing that was there, i think, just to keep me company on my timeless walk, fell away from the steep path down against the wall of dirt i was taking, and i watch its neck snap n a jagged cliff sticking out feet away from me. it kept falling.
at the end of this tumble down the vertical slide in the ground, i found myself where i was supposed to be. it was a beach on a cliff oer-looking more beach, by the edge was a short woman covered in red and dark rags draped over all of her. she stood next to a box with a blood red curtain covering the side facing me.
she didnt say anything. i knew the rules already, somehow. she pulled back the curtain to reveal pitch black nothing. i sat at the entrance to the box and went down a real slide this time. as soon as i entered i was to hold my eyes shut tight. at the end of the slide i would pass fast through another red curtain. on the other side would be a framed painting. i had to open my eyes at the exact moment i passed the curtain. not a millisecond too soon... or too late.
if i failed at this, it would die.
i slid with eyes as tight as i could ever make them. i felt the curtain.
i woke up.
Sophie Worthingbanks - Sat, 27 Dec 2014 14:59:37 EST 2kX68dGG No.43123 Reply
This one has recurred a few times, it's lucid/semi-lucid but the events seem to always play out with the same general plot progression.
>My small town is being ransacked by zombies
>Me and 3-5 unnamed noface people are outside defending my house
>Only one of those people is recognizable at all, it's a 20 year old girl that's always in this dream that I don't know in real life
>I go inside to do something and we get overrun so I close my garage and zombies are still stuck in there
>we board up the house everywhere possible
>put water on the boil and some weird pink substance from a fatass zombie because it's like napalm when hot
>kill zombies in garage, go upstairs
>try to bang some chick
>end up on the roof trying to save some guy running towards the house from a horde of zombies
>he ends up getting fucked up/out of line of sight
>i think i ended up shooting him cause he was seriously fucked
>slip off roof but catch myself on the rafters
>more shit happens
Eugene Mollydale - Mon, 29 Dec 2014 06:30:49 EST zNwTc6/+ No.43131 Reply
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>enter odd waiting room
>lady behind desk calls number 23 and i look down to see a card in my hand has #23
>enter office and there saul goodman
>tells me i gotta stop merking people because the hole hes throwing them in is too full
> hands me a bag of percocet and jaw breaker sized speed pills
> i do nether of these drugs but i pocket them
> hule stops me on the way out and makes me snort speed with him
dream ends. wtf
Cyril Honkinpot - Mon, 29 Dec 2014 13:21:43 EST 1atZAjrY No.43133 Reply
I was shopping in Woolworths in hometown and a group of us were buying Christmas presents or something. I bought one thing (I was worried about money) but I was really looking at the seasons of Dragonball Z that they had in there, which was seasons 4 and 5 which were new. When I went up to buy it the lady at the counter was angry for some reason and couldn't hear me when I was asking to get $30 credit as well so I had to say it about 4 times. Next thing I know I'm in an assembly and I'm sitting at the side watching a musical on DVD (maybe High School Musical) and it's sort of loud. I can see my work friend sitting down laughing at me watching the DVD, then the teacher behind me tells me to take my DVD and just go because I'm being a distraction and as I leave I grab my workmate and he comes with. We're running down the hall trying to find a room and there's one with people in it, we go in there and we're talking about stuff until a group of first years being shown around the school walks past and the girl says "they look like downers", where I say that "units is probably the place for them then." Next thing that happens is I'm walking towards the middle of the university, but it's not my university because it's a lot bigger. I'm walking up and I see my dormmate from last year and he asks me if I'm going to see Luke Skywalker, which is where he's going. He told me that he's going to walk into a school today in one of the other suburbs (it was named four letters, like ELBC or something) and that was at his girlfriend's school (in reality she goes to the same Uni as us). He keeps asking me if I know where the arcade there is, which I had walked to before in either a previous dream or earlier that night, but I do know I've been to that arcade earlier. We're walking up the hill which is huge and steep, talking about how big the school is. While we're climbing down the hill (might have been towards his car) I say that I should've brought my lightsabers, because the red one was used by Luke in the movie(my mistake). We get down the hill and start walking through the park area, as his car wasn't there as I thought it would be.
Simon Sendlefurk - Tue, 06 Jan 2015 05:55:40 EST Ik97nGFa No.43169 Reply
Dreamed I suddenly had a vagina.

Not as exciting as it may sound, I woke up just when I was considering sexual experimentation.
Rebecca Divingpetch - Wed, 07 Jan 2015 14:09:35 EST lZqw8xv3 No.43179 Reply
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Damn, that pic is really hot OP.

Alright first here's a bit of background for some context. My dreams would probably be considered nightmares by most people. They generally involve some manner of violence or at least the threat of violence and there are usually some sort of fantastical elements involved as dreams are wont to do. Rarely are they purely mundane, and this is why I've come to appreciate and enjoy my dreams despite the very real terror I encounter within them. Here's the last dream I remember:

>I'm on a beach bordering a very dense, lush, and ancient forest.
The trees are incredibly tall yet fairly slender for their height, appearing suddenly and profoundly in stark contrast to the beach as if the land was formed from mosaic of environments. It's twilight, and the soft orange and purple light makes my surroundings feel even more otherworldly, but beautiful all the same.

The tide is low and I'm a ways from the water, slowly sifting my toes through the loose sand as I walk and admire the atmosphere. The cool sea breeze and sand, the eerie light from the fading sun, I'm just taking it all in. There are others on the beach. Children playing in the shallows, parents watching over them, others enjoying a drink or a view of their scantily clad friends and partners. I feel like I know these people but can't seem to recognize any faces.

The soft hum of play and conversation tapers to silence, even the waves are quieter. I snap out of my relaxing fugue state at the sudden change in tone. The tide is now a quarter mile out and quickly retreating. Curious children playfully chase it but everybody else knows better. Their parents call them back but the kids are now in the still retreating water. Almost in unison, the rest of us chase the tide to reach the children. It's a little over a mile out now. We see the wave.

Everybody who has reached the water appears to be caught in a rip current. Despite their efforts to reach land they are dragged further out with the tide. I start to panic and vainly try to escape the approaching tsunami, but the sand beneath my feet is pulled out from under me. The sand pulls the rest of us into the water and we struggle to stay afloat as we watch our approaching doom.

The juggernaut wave must be at least a hundred feet tall. A monolithic wall of water to match wall of wood and leaf beyond the beach. We begin tumbling up the wave as it approaches the forest. Many have already drowned but most are still struggling find air as we reach the crest. I hear a crash and boom akin to thunder as the elements collide. Trees are rushing by below me. I have no idea how fast we're going. The wave finally begins to descent into the forest, somehow faster than I am falling. I briefly consider whether to reach for a branch or accept my fate but before I can decide I breach the canopy, see a large rush up towards me, and all fades to black.

I come to cradled between two interlocking branches from separate trees, about forty feet off the ground. Somehow I am alive and unharmed. It is now midday, incredibly humid, but still comfortably cool. The ground below me in soaked are marsh-like with pockets of dry hills and rocky outcrops, littered with debris but no bodies.

I feel a drip on the back of my neck and wipe it. Blood? It isn't mine. Craning my neck and straining against the glare of the sun, I see a silhouette. I change my angle a bit to block out the sun to see a woman impaled on a broken branch, right below her ribs and out of the back of her neck.

I look around and see a few other bodies in the canopy, presumably dead, as none of them are moving. I decide to look for survivors, if there are any, on the ground. There is no way down in the immediate area without risking a lethal fall. Moving horizontally through the interlocking branches looking for a way down, I hear a commotion.

Below me are two roughly humanoid beings, knights by the look of it. They appear to have a chitinous carapace, no unlike that of an insect, and segmented limbs. Their forms beyond that are hard to make out though, because they are clad in white I assume is metal plate. They have matching armour except for the helms, a well polished silver blue over their bone white exoskeletons. Their faces are shrouded in great helms, one with "horns" like that of a moth and the other with a sharp bird-like frill and roughly beak shaped at the front.

The Moth Knight leans against a tree trunk on one of the few dry patches of land, clutching it's side, with a purple fluid running through it's armored fingers and staining the earth. The Hawk Knight is alternating frantically digging through a rucksack and ritualistically sprinkling flower petals and dust over his comrade.

Two other beings emerge from a denser part of the forest, on mounted on an armoured horse, the other leading it's reigns. They are also clad in plate, with what appears to be an exoskeleton on their unprotected parts. Their carapace is a dark red, almost black, covered in a dull, dark gold plate. Their armour is hardly identical and their size differs substantially.

The foot knight is short, maybe five feet, but heavy set. His plate likely matches his disposition: thick, heavy, and rounded. His greathelm has a single curved, forked horn like that of a rhino beetle. Over his shoulder rests a war hammer, black with golden inlays and glyphs.

The mounted knight has sharper features and more complex segmented armour for greater range of motion. His lobstered gauntlets sport blades on each finger segment, his shoulder plate is littered with short spikes, and his forearms each have a blade built into the armour, starting just below the wrist and ending with a wicked outward curve beyond the elbow. His helm supports two great horns like a stag beetles pincers. His left arm carries metal round shield with a small concave section on each side, one for sword thrusts and the other presumably for his arm blade. A bastard sword with a cruel looking pommel rests in it's scabbard on his hip.
Rebecca Divingpetch - Wed, 07 Jan 2015 14:11:17 EST lZqw8xv3 No.43180 Reply
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The Hawk Knight picks up a greatsword from behind the tree and heaves it over his shoulder. Perhaps he is just tired, but the weapon looks too heavy for him. Maybe it's his friend's. The Hawk points aggressively toward the other knights and speaks harshly in a language I can't understand, as if to shoo them off. The Stag and Rhino exchange glances and make sounds like laughter as the ready their weapons.

I swing down to the lower branches then leap upon the Rhino. Taken off guard from behind, he has no chance to brace himself and he falls face first into the soupy ground with me clinging to his back. As the Rhino struggles to push himself above the mud I find a rock and go apeshit bashing his helm as hard as I can, trying to drown him as much as avoid facing him in a straight fight.

I heard two great horns, one a few moments after the other, and when the Rhino finally stops struggling I look up to see a small army at the Hawk Knight's back. Snapping back to reality, I look behind me to see the Stag and a dozen or so mounted knights galloping my way. Not wanting to be stuck between two colliding forces, I make a b line towards some trees a bit out of the way.

The Stag is having none of that. He splits from the group to intercept me and swings his blade at my head. I duck and scramble for the warhammer. It's a bit unwieldy for a man of my size but better than a rock. I pick up the shaft just in time to redirect another swipe. I hear a shriek behind me and see a knight in silver-blue armour and winged helm cut open at the shoulder.

It seems I have no friends in this battle. The Winged Knight was about to cut me down before taking the hit, and is keen on finishing the job despite his wound. He thrusts his sword toward my belly and I leap back to avoid it, hammer shaft firmly grasped. I use my momentum to swing the hammer's spiked end up into the armpit of the knight's injured arm. Inaccurate but effective. I lift the hammer again to prepare for another counter has the knight catches his breath.

I glance around the battlefield to find the Stag. He's preoccupied with another mounted knight with a spiked frill and spear. They break off from their close combat to gain enough distance for a charge. I notice the Stag is missing his shield.

In my moment of distraction the Wing Knight shrugged off the pain. He begins hacking at me sloppily, possibly due to blood loss. I manage to dodge the first two swipes then drive his sword into the mud with my hammer on the third. I swing low to break his legs as he tries to run, then swing down and heavy, driving the hammer spike into his back. He won't be getting up.

I look for the Stag again. As they close in for the charge, the spearman thrusts towards the Stag's face using his superior reach. The knight swings his bastard sword to deflect the spear then swipes his shield arm across the Frilled Knight's neck, showering the two in a purple mist. The poor knight's head is barely attached, and after a few bumpy gallops it plops into the mud as the panicked horse and headless rider continue into the forest.

The Stag tuns his horse and meets my gaze. I'm better prepared now and he lacks a shield, but I'm still at a staggering disadvantage any way you look at it. He and his horse charge, bastard sword ready to gut me. He cuts upward and I try to dodge, but he anticipated this and slices diagonally. His sword bites into my bone, chin to orbital. The pain doesn't register, and somehow my left eye isn't blind/gone.

The Stag turns around for another charge. Once within reach, I jump low to the right while swinging the hammer. The knight's thrust was shallow and my hammer shatter's the horse's ankle, forcing the horse to face-plant and sending the Stag careening into the mud. Dazed but still coherent, he manages to lie no his back to avoid drowning. His left leg is twisted at a sickening angle. I approach with my hammer and to my great luck and satisfaction see that his sword is lost to the mud.

The Stag is frantically grasping mud in search of his sword as I raise my hammer. As I swing down he tries to block with his forearms at the last minute. The blades shatter while the armour and its contents crumple with a gut wrenching crunch. Unable to move his arms, I raise my hammer and decide to aim for his head.

I raise my head away from the sickening scene and my eyes are met with the business end of a flail rushing towards me. Then I awaken.
Albert Hattingman - Wed, 07 Jan 2015 16:25:32 EST 1VDb7KXd No.43182 Reply
Not a recent dream, but the most vivid I've ever had

>enter anon, 9 years old
>have a security blanket I've had since birth
>be sleeping
>find myself in an old rickety shack
kinda like where Eustece lived in courage the cowardly dog
>I was asleep on the floor with my blanket covering me
>view was third person cinematic angles
>A witch sneaks up beside me as I'm both watching the scene and asleep within it
>Can't quite make out her face, but she has a long nose with a wart on it
>Witch begins to lift the blanket off of my, but is stopped by the spirit of my blanket
>The spirit within the blanket resembles Robin Hood or a more adult looking Peter Pan
>When I looked at him from my position over the scene, I felt a warmth as if I'd been looking at a life long friend of mine
>He takes a defensive stance and says to the witch
>"You cannot hurt him, for when he sleeps, he feels no pain"
>"Then I shall wake him" the witch returns
>"You will not touch him!"
>Blanket spirit radiates a warm glow that seems to drive the witch off
>Once witch is banished, blanket spirit comes over and traces the lines of my face with his fingers like my Dad would do to help me sleep
>Dream ends

Idk, what do you think?
Simon Nucklefuck - Mon, 19 Jan 2015 17:52:05 EST wTpjFoAG No.43257 Reply
Ugh, it's so god damn long. You've for a great atmosphere, but I can only ead for so long. Maybe write a book faggot. Or make an indie game based on this. Ill play it.
Polly Dennerlurk - Tue, 20 Jan 2015 19:32:38 EST lZqw8xv3 No.43262 Reply
It was a long dream and fresh in my mind... faggot. Maybe I'll draw some of the characters later.
CrazyFolksTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Sun, 25 Jan 2015 13:51:57 EST 0gtxT974 No.43288 Reply
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A couple nights ago I dreamt about animals who loved me way too much.
>standing on a porch
>some type of feral dog walks up to me
>at first he looked dangerous, but then I realize he's nice
>he licks my hand, then stands up to put his front paws on me
>then he goes absolutely crazy with the love and licks and jumps on me more excessively than any dog in the history of the world, to the point where it's scary
>I manage to escape the dog and make it inside the house
>there are a bunch of alpacas inside
>they slowly move toward me and make that alpaca noise
>they try to kiss me and wrap their necks around me or something
>I panic and break away from the herd, shutting a gate behind me as I run into the kitchen
>the alpacas are still braying and leaning their necks through the gate but they can't get me
>the same situation happened with another animal; I think it was either an owl or a cat but I can't remember
Keanu - Tue, 27 Jan 2015 11:15:04 EST JuLi+sg4 No.43295 Reply
There are duplicates of something and mine has a hole in its tooth to show disdain. Its a conversation piece alot happened. It seems the better my dreams are the less I can remember.
Faggy Dullerkot - Wed, 28 Jan 2015 00:15:47 EST IMff9ONd No.43303 Reply
Man I just had a dream that I was fucking a cute girl in the ass in the shower back at my parents house.
I brought her up to my room because it was to slippery to fuck her good. But she forgot her clothes, so I told her to go downstairs and get them because I didn't want her to know about this super hot cute chick I was about to fuck the everyloving christ out of. She said "anon your mom knows I'm here". I said go do it anyway.

Then I woke up and felt like shit cause I didn't nut. But I closed my eyes and went back into the dream, thinking it was real again, I woke up with her asshole in my face, got up, woke her up, kissed her, then somehow swapped bodies with her. I was looking at me. I looked down and saw I had a dick as this girl. I was like let's fuck again so we'll switch back. Then I heard my dad call my name, and I was like oh shit she's gonna go have to talk to him as me. Then it started getting really weird, my room became a beach and my body, controlled by her, became a bald cancer patient, she then laid down in the surf and presented her ass to me. Then I woke up.

I tried to go back in for like 10 minutes but couldn't. Rats. I wanted to nut inside that chicks ass.
Basil Blythestone - Thu, 05 Feb 2015 15:37:36 EST 2dbm91G+ No.43336 Reply
i would pick dreams. think about it; if you keep smoking pot you build up a tolerance and it gets boring. if you take lucid dreaming to its ultimate conclusion, you can do literally anything you can imagine in a simulated environment.
Rotbrain !4CKLvL2NQI!!GYi4zZO7 - Fri, 06 Feb 2015 12:38:39 EST pkv6y9h+ No.43337 Reply
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>sitting there in my house, I start hearing a rumble and look out the window to see a T-Rex charging towards the house.
Phyllis Blythewill - Sun, 08 Feb 2015 18:09:52 EST Lravb9/E No.43349 Reply
me ...
[12:42:18] <Freemason> i keep having the same recurring creepy nightmare
[12:42:40] <Freemason> i have to crawl through this wooden carved tunnel to get away from this man
[12:42:47] <Freemason> he's like this sinister old jewish man
[12:43:10] <Freemason> and he built in this place, where im stuck in general and keep going from one area or another some kind of torture device
[12:43:16] <Freemason> tghat ive been fearing getting stuck in
[12:43:28] <Freemason> and finally just did before it jolted me out of my dream
[12:43:41] mouse [~mouse@] has joined #suicide
[12:44:05] <Freemason> but this most recurring part i can immediately remember is the crawling through the wooden carved, but smooth tunnel which gets quite narrow and is winding in parts
[12:44:44] mouse [~mouse@] is now known as Guest27656
[12:44:50] <Freemason> so the main themes of the nightmare are being chased and tortured, both within very claustrophobic areas or a device of some sort th
[12:45:05] <Freemason> probably symbolizes anxiety in general being chased, and something else
[12:45:10] <Freemason> back to sleep at this 1pm.
Albert Bardfuck - Sun, 15 Feb 2015 07:22:50 EST aEqd3r8y No.43386 Reply
Last night before actually falling asleep I had a bit of sleep paralysis I remember both my arms being pinned down and someone calling my name and someone biting my shoulders then their was a thumb in my mouth I remember it being a thumb vividly I bit down and then the next second I could feel teeth getting ready to bite down on my balls and then I woke up.

The actual dream I had last night was the longest running theme in a dream I have ever had I was in love with this 10/10 dirty blonde tall honey.Their was a bit where we were doing some sort of synchronized swimming in the Atlantic with a bunch of other people and then we were somewhere in a city drinking coffee enjoying the morning. I slept the longest I have ever slept yesterday for like a year the longest I have ever slept. I hated waking up after a dream like that having it be 4 pm on valentines day knowing I'm alone everyone was gone and I had the house to myself but the lingering thoughts that dream left and the realness of the sleep paralysis as well it just I don't know it put me in a funk.
John Chungerkure - Sun, 01 Mar 2015 05:18:25 EST Tj3ScZzL No.43481 Reply
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>walking around a city that reminds me of City 17 from HL2, or maybe a city in N. Korea.
>lots of people seemingly enjoying themselves, but there's an unsettling feeling of authoritarianism I can't shake
>see this building with a sign outside that says it's the home of an "atheist cult"
>think it sounds interesting so I go inside to have a look
>front "lobby" is filled with people at tables eating some tasty looking food
>some lady asks if I'm interesting in joining
>"yeah... I guess"
>she tells some girl to take me in and get me acquainted
>girl is about 10 years old
>I'm wearing thin, Adidas style, work out pants
>girl grabs me thru my pants by the cock and balls and leads me down a hall
>I know this is totally wrong, but having my junk handled like this gives me boner
>she takes me to a back room with another 4 or 5 ladies hanging out, youngest is about 16, oldest is late 30's
>they're all pointing at my boner through my pants and laughing at me for being a pervert
>another lady gives me a new shirt to change into
>after changing this lady leads me to a large open indoor area of the compound
>looks like a prison, with many people dressed like me in their 20's and 30's milling about
>meanwhile, I want some of that food they were eating in the lobby
>I ask when we get to eat aloud
>some chick nearby turns and speaks to me
>"are you kidding? we don't get to eat"
>realize that I made a mistake coming here
>two IRL friends of mine are here as well, I tap one on the shoulder and tell him we need to figure out a way to get out
>he's not interested
>fine, I'll break out on my own
>take an elevator to the next floor up
>here there are windows and doors into classrooms filled with more "prisoners" like me at desks, but their mouths are taped shut
>fuck this place
>somehow know where my room is, so I go there
>trying to figure a way out, when I notice the mattress on my bed lifting itself up several feet into the air
>secret compartment underneath the mattress, figure I should inspect it
>full of cobwebs and dead roaches
>go look for something to clean it up first, preferably a vacuum
>wake up before finding one
CrazyFolksTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Fri, 06 Mar 2015 13:46:48 EST XFJKXm55 No.43496 Reply
I did a bunch of stimulants yesterday so maybe that led to my interesting dreams.

>laying in bed
>I wake up with a grizzly bear cub on my chest
>I don't move at all
>the bear crawls closer to my face, then starts licking me as if it wants to be my friend
>eventually I get up, and he runs outside
>going from France to Switzerland with three girls I was hugely attracted to in high school
>at the border, I realize that I forgot my passport
>people at customs say "Well, that's okay, just give us something of value we can keep as collateral"
>I give them a laptop computer and a scarf or something like that
>we enter the country and the girls and I walk around a Swiss city and eat at a cafe
Charles Pezzleludge - Fri, 06 Mar 2015 17:30:39 EST fKU+7/7c No.43497 Reply
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The last dream I can recall I met up with William S Burroughs. I have read some of his literature and we had a chat about his previous work and what he's up to now and he thoughts and ideas. So we were talking then this magnificent whale type creature, not from this Earth or the Ocean appeared. I played and communicated with this amazing friendly creature in the water. William said this creature suited him to be reborn to because of its heightened sense imagination and thoughts. I'm not really sure how time works, because I wouldn't think there is enough time for him to travel to this world and be reborn into the creature since his passing, but I seem to pick up future paths people take before they get to them, so it could be a future glance to where he's heading.
Brown Recluse - Fri, 06 Mar 2015 21:22:21 EST eBiPc/u4 No.43498 Reply
My mother sewed my mouth shut really loosely with fish hooks and fishing lines, my father cut them loose, dialed the police and handed me the phone, and my sister made a metric shitload of noise while I was trying to relate what happened to the cops. I woke up and my mouth hurt.
Caroline Droddlebury - Sat, 07 Mar 2015 06:40:12 EST vZ6kbJT+ No.43499 Reply
just had a really distressing dream. in it I had someone living in the same room as me as a renter. he had an early alarm set and i was trying to sleep while he got dressed and listened to some dream generated hip hop song about it being a good day. he started doing something with ping pong balls, i was fed up with his shit, there were ping pong balls all over my bed. I got up and told him, hey, we can kick you out if you keep this shit up, this isn't your house and we can make you leave. he insisted the ping pong balls weren't his, i get pretty pissed. my sister (though not my actual sister, just a dream sister who didn't resemble my irl sister) came in to see the racket, and roommate grabs her by the throat and starts threatening me and my family. i try to swing at him, but he dodges and makes me hit my sister instead. I grab a knife and try to get him, i manage to get a hit, he drops my sister and pulls out a knife of his own. i go for his throat, i land a hit but at the same time he slashes open the length of my forearm. i run out to my dad's room, he's in the shower, bust in try to tell him to get an ambulance, he's confused and surprised. roommate bust in after me and attacks my dad too... can't remember after this. doesn't look like much written but man was it fucking intensely disturbing in its overall feeling
Nell Bluggledale - Sat, 07 Mar 2015 11:36:30 EST pMaTf893 No.43501 Reply
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>own a huge ass mansion
>tigers breaking into it

>killing people because i am crazy in this dream
>police arrests me
>doing good job of not becoming suspect
>walking around in jail wearing a dress
>i am a man
Sophie Tootham - Sat, 07 Mar 2015 14:15:38 EST eBiPc/u4 No.43502 Reply
So this guy who I knew in grade school invites me to his wedding or some shit. The last time I had contact with him was that time I nearly drowned at his bday party, like fifteen years ago. For some dumbass reason he wants to hold a baseball game at said grade school and loses. I hardly knew he lost because I took the long way around and completely missed the entire game somehow, then missed the caravan of buses out of that bitch.

I miss smoking weed. At least then I didn't have these stupid fucking dreams.
David Dollyway - Sun, 08 Mar 2015 18:12:07 EST L32DJfC6 No.43503 Reply
>Be walking on the street
>See a family of 3, a father, mother and son, wearing McDonalds shirts begging for money. So that they can go buy some McDonalds
>They are panhandling using McDonalds soda cups
>I have some change in my wallet so I say they can have it
>The father says "give me a challenge"
>I think for a minute and ask him to list five species of foxes in 12 seconds
>He says "too easy"
>I say go and count up to 12.
>He doesn't say a word.
>He then acts like he won even though he couldn't name any foxes
>I forget if I gave him money or not, I think i woke up

Also, i dreamed that I was going blind, and had to get to class but couldn't see and for some reason my teacher was in my room waking me up for class and he was kind of angry at me for being blind upon waking.
Henry Gebblepedge - Thu, 12 Mar 2015 17:10:49 EST nZB4u7Lz No.43513 Reply
>Watching tv with random people
>keep zapping for a while until i see a Masterchef episode where Kevin Nash is a judge guest
>switch channel, it's an interview of Kevin Nash
>switch channel again, still fucking Kevin Nash

the second part of the dream is Snoop Dogg rapping about how much he hates Saints Row 4
Beatrice Billingdale - Fri, 13 Mar 2015 04:20:56 EST WxQlDqdi No.43516 Reply
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>be at the woods talking about some secret shit to my GF
>be at my home doing stuff with computer
>my computer OS suddenly turns into something else
>go tell about it to my mom with whom I don't live anymore
>mom googles it and says it's Russian hackers
>suddenly into parking lot of a nearby school
>gigantic fucking black triangular flying machine hangs in the air
>suddenly back at home again
>tell my parents "I saw an UFO! I really did!"
>they don't believe me
>get upset
>get stuck in a weird twilight between sleep and being awake
>can't open my eyelids
>I feel as if there are people in my room
>finally manage to wake up
>for like 5 minutes think I really saw an UFO and Russian agents tried to mindwipe me or something

schizophrenia simulator 2.0.15
Charlotte Cruvingdidge - Sat, 14 Mar 2015 05:46:26 EST stSiIiOS No.43520 Reply
I had a dream about a horse in a stable. The horse was large and powerful, but it looked frightened, it was cringing and shaking and it was covered in sweat.

What's that all about then?
Thomas Tillingstone - Sat, 14 Mar 2015 18:04:26 EST ccBitoYz No.43521 Reply
Dreamt I was drunk in a dorm-room, surrounded by drunk friends and what not. My drunkeness took a turn for the worst and I started asking where a dream-girl was. Everyone shushed me and told me she was on her way, and after a long time of me calling out for her, she finally arrived and just coddled me in my drunken stupor, felt good. It was one of those dreams where you wake up in love, then are disappointed because the person doesn't actually exist. There was a moment in the dream where we just stared straight into our eyes and smiled in silence for like 2 minutes.

Then another dream, it was like a combination of the movies "Edge of Tomorrow" and "28 Days Later". I was in an RV with two friends, and a zombie rushed in and killed us. Then time reset itself, and I knew what was going to happen. So, I told them we needed to leave, and the male friend agreed to follow me, but the female friend refused. So we left her, lol. We ran out of the RV and hide in a guard tower, and watched the zombie walk up the RV, enter it, and then we could hear her screams and see blood on the window.
Fanny Fuckinghall - Sun, 15 Mar 2015 22:48:04 EST +z3Lkac9 No.43523 Reply
>In my room
>My mom hands me a 2 ounce jar of dank
>literally think "dude is this real life, i must be dreaming!"
>pour out the bud and it just kind of clips through the jar and balls up
>dream fades away
and not once during this entire time did I think "wow wait a minute, I really am dreaming" Cracked up pretty hard once I woke up.
Jarvis Clezzlechad - Tue, 17 Mar 2015 03:48:24 EST BHVsTON6 No.43531 Reply
I just woke up from a very weird dream.

I was at a square of some university which held an international career day.
A speaker, an official from some pacific island goes in front of the crowd gives a speech.
"We dont just wont to know about your specific academic qualifications, we are interested in the whole package"
Some black woman in african clothing gets up and goes up to the front.
"As an african american women, I feel that we also need to show our own culture and personality", she then suddenly bursts into a a gospel song but in an african language.
Crowed starts applauding.
She then is finished, crowd applauds some more.
Suddenly Obama comes up to the stage.
Crowed cheers.
He starts giving a speech.
At some point he says "As the speaker before me said, we are interested in the whole package and by that we dont just mean your dicks"
Crowd starts cheering especially girls voices can be heard.
Obama then says " Woah woah, we are all grown ups here, I think I can mention a penis"
Obama: "People, please hold your horses..."
Crowd goes a bit silent again, until one girl starts "PENIS PENIS PENIS again"
Other girls join her, soon all of the crowd is shouting "PENIS PENIS PENIS"
I think, man I got to film this and post it online.

Woke up and noticed it was a dream.
Doris Brookhood - Tue, 17 Mar 2015 12:37:08 EST Ag24Fuuj No.43532 Reply
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>>43520 Horses don't sweat. That was your semen. You raped a horse, man, that's why it was so afraid.
Hamilton Gebbleshit - Fri, 20 Mar 2015 08:19:14 EST IfVpTJwY No.43544 Reply
For real, be careful mixing 5HTP with alcohol.
Can cause massive seizures.
Basil Sazzlehood - Sun, 22 Mar 2015 15:27:18 EST qrgUICIL No.43551 Reply
Had three dreams last night:
Having a partyvat my house and one girl says she has to leave. We hug and she inhales deeply to smell me. She does this 5 times, back and forth on each side of my head. As shes leaves one of my friends says "you two have great chemistry together. Just an outsider's observation"

The second dream is in a large castle. A girl who is some sort of spy is posing as a maid. Eventually the queen figures out that someone isn't who they say they are so the girl is trying to escape and at one point asks me to help her. As we pass a balcony we see a giant screen on the castle wall appear with us on in, but I wake for a moment before we are physically caught.

Third I am in a Reality show type place with a large group of other people. The day is over so we return to our sleeping area, which really isn't big enough for the 15 or so people there. Especially because a third of the room is a pond. Everyone decides to go swimming and everyone strips down to underwear or less. I don't really get into the water then walk over to a girl on the other side of the room and start flirting with her. She is getting ready for bed, and while showering in a stall without a door I convince her to sleep with me. I go back to the other side of the room to my pile of blankets near the pond, and as she lays down next to me I wake up.
Rebecca Greenhall - Fri, 27 Mar 2015 16:03:35 EST eBiPc/u4 No.43567 Reply
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Some tight shit nigga. It's about time, my dreams have been horrid lately.

So there's zombies fucking everywhere, apparently their vision is movement-based and they retain almost full range of mobility and intelligence just a notch down from Human intellect. I'm with a group of survivors who are unlikely to make it.

It's basically playing hide and seek with a bunch of blind people with rabies, though they still react in a 'human' sense when one of their own is taken hostage. Hide under piles of junk, run when the coast is clear. NO weapons whatsoever, most had already been taken I guess so left with fists feet etc.

A single bite leads to infection. Everyone in my party dies except the random guy we pick up in a parking garage toward the end who manages to escape to the next.. area of the ruined world, I guess. I only know because I was second-to-last survivor who got bit in the goddamn parking garage.
Faggy Drosslebury - Tue, 31 Mar 2015 16:32:16 EST UTPQjSOF No.43576 Reply
Over the past few nights, I've had dreams with a motif of almost choking or not being able to breathe, but still being alright in the end. A few nights ago I dreamt I got really drunk and then aspirated on my vomit, but then I told myself I'd be ok as long as I got to a frat house because they'd turn me over to make sure I don't choke, and sure enough I dream-transported to a frat where some bro noticed me, and since he noticed me I told myself I'd be ok now, and then I sorta drifted away from that. Two nights ago I also dreamed that I was in a huge-ass fishbowl/aquarium that served as a cross between a classroom and a soccer field, and I didn't think twice about being able to breathe underwater, but I was worried when I got in my bunk that I was staying in because there was an octopus over me, and I thought it would make it impossible to breathe. Someone told me it would be ok, though, and I managed to breathe, albeit with a bit of trouble like if you're breathing with a stuffed-up nose. I've also had a recurring environment of a huge city with thousands of ridiculously tall skyscrapers, that I've dreamed of falling and parachuting between, exploring rooftop environments that are either abandoned or hosting huge, fancy parties. Last night I had a bunch of dreams about huge, galactic-tier space operas of creation, destruction, and bending the laws of reality, with the scale going from within a solar system to between galaxies in an escalating manner similar to TTGL if you've watched it. These are the only motifs I can think of that have showed up in my dreams the past few days, as I have trouble remembering more that certain plot points and environments. Does anyone have any idea how to interpret them?
Sidney Fucklenire - Sat, 04 Apr 2015 01:59:33 EST eBiPc/u4 No.43590 Reply
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I was back in some sort of PE class where pole-vaulting was part of the curriculum. Only, instead of poles, we were using yard sticks. This fucking guy had like fifty yardsticks and he wanted us to just go ahead and use it despite how that shit would obviously break and we'd all fall on our backs.

Sadistic dream teacher why.
Frederick Brugglesot - Sat, 04 Apr 2015 04:16:43 EST BaiE/Wso No.43591 Reply
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SCHOOL. Reoccurring dreams of being at school, working at a school, etc. In the early hours of the A.M. wondering if I still go to school. Someone get me out of this fucking school dream cycle aiyeeeeeeeeeeeee
Nicholas Smallwater - Sat, 04 Apr 2015 13:32:25 EST I/w8pODp No.43592 Reply
was withdrawaling from PST, on like night seven. couldnt sleep for my fucking life, ended up having a 4 hour surreal dream about having a shot of heroin and debating doing it or not. then the needle broke off (dont even use needles) and i kept debating if i should plug the shot to get well. it was probably a dream of me resisting opiates because i never took the shot, even tho i was sicker in my dream than in real life. i still woke up and went to get high :C

i dont even do heroin. but i slept like shit and have to clean and hang curtains today, which i just wouldnt do sick. also have to go out to a bar tonight for a little party and an informal job interview. when im sick and in a social situation like that i will drink like a fish, but it never makes me feel better and $10 on poppy seeds is a hell of a lot cheaper than getting drunk at a bar, it will also keep me well for easter. this sucks tho cause its going to restart my taper, or me quitting, whatever im doing
Molly Pallystone - Sat, 11 Apr 2015 19:21:53 EST qaseYPu3 No.43616 Reply
I dont actually remember my dream, but I remember towards the end of my sleep I was watching TV and could even hear it. It was that stupid Dane Cook movie and I remember hearing some dumb joke aboit some open bar inuendo Well I shut that the TV off in my dream. I than woke up to find the movie was playing on comedy central. I laughed knowing I couldn't stand the fag even in my dreams
Nicholas Hacklekug - Sat, 11 Apr 2015 22:16:28 EST 2whEOC4x No.43617 Reply
I was wrestling around with a girl who had blue hair and I saw an ant crawl up her arm. Seriously, I will never escape this hell with ants in my dreams.
CrazyFolksTribe !loJSOMZg0g - Sun, 12 Apr 2015 01:33:37 EST xquYCNhK No.43618 Reply
(this has been a fantasy of mine for years but I had the first dream about it just a couple days ago)
>cuddling with my sister in bed (clothes on)
>the arousal increases steadily
>I rub her pussy through her pants
>she takes off her pants, then I continue rubbing
>general escalation of sexual activity, you know the drill
>then she whips out a buttplug and an enema syringe
>the enema syringe needs filled before we can use it, so I tell my sister to stay there and "get ready"
>she uses the buttplug while I leave to prepare the enema
>full of nervous excitement about the events to come
Then the phone rang and I had to get up and abandon the dream. Hopefully I can return to the same dream one of these nights and pick up where we left off.

It's like my brain knew I'd have to wake up in a few minutes, so it planned a cliffhanger just for the occasion.
Albert Funnerfoot - Sun, 12 Apr 2015 14:25:13 EST j0DYjChU No.43620 Reply
we can all relate to the interrupted incest enema dream
David Grandhall - Sun, 19 Apr 2015 12:08:17 EST +z3Lkac9 No.43636 Reply
Met some really attractive blonde girl, took her back to my place, friend in dream said I had a small dick, "nah bro", girl whips out a giant condom saying it was extra small, laugh, go to the bathroom and prepare then go ahead and fuck her every which way.
Betsy Sillyset - Sun, 19 Apr 2015 15:14:15 EST A809wS7o No.43638 Reply
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4-14-15 It started with me at a random park, non lucid, where I was on a swing set. Ricky, berg, and jared were there. I was trying to show ricky that I could really jump over the whole park set from the swing, he was trying first and could only make it like 90 feet in the air or 50, the park structure was over 150feet tall. When I got messed up the first time and didn't go very high. Once I got a really good swing going I lept off and flew straight off going fast. I came back towards the ground and swooped up and into the air high 300 feet at least. Then I flew around in a circle and went far far towards some park were I skidded out and hit the ground and skidded across like 200feet of grass. I went back to the park and did it again. This time I flew even farther and kept going towards a bunch of houses were I landed in someones hot tub on their roof. They kicked me out when I was trying to get with the ladies in bekinis. Then I went towards a small park/pool house area a little farther away but it only had a bunch of ugly old women. So I just jumped off the top and started flying again. This time I kept going past the old park and I saw this HUGE structure, like a castle made out of some sort of small legos or cartoon type building/cell shaded type thing. I went inside of it, and realized it was some sort of prison type thing. I was waiting in line with all the other prisoners and this dude budged in line so I went to follow him. As I was exiting this secure area their was a door with a small window above it with slots and I turned myself into small razor like parts where I slipped myself through the opening and re-assembled myself on the other side. Then I kept going and when I found the guy, and was like wtf are you doing. He started fighting me. He had powerful like an animal bone type shield move that he would cover his body in a big shell, I turned my two arms into drills that kept extending and repeating over and over and they were drilling into his shell and covering it in a cirle all around it all drilling at once in a clockwise motion. But when I broke them off he just removed his bone shell from around him and was unscratched. He then ran away from me and went back inside the cell block area. But I waited for him in the air towards the ceiling in this one area and when I spotted him moving around I extended a small drill through a window slit and make it long enough to sneak up on him and pierce into his brain surprizing him. He started trying to defend against it talking about how cold he was and the hard time he faced that made him as he is. But I had a strong thought train come into my mind about the harshness of some of my memories in comparison and I was able to beat him and kill him. Then as I was moving through this huge indoor building it had like giant gundam type moblie battle ship things sitting in docking areas with water dams moving and powering the whole infrastructer with water power. Someone yelled at me as I had killed one of their officers that didn't have a battleship apparently. As I moved around this area my vision broke off from my bodyand I was mentally floating around looking at these intricately detailed areas and gundam type ships and weapons. I started to have this User interface pop up in the corner telling me each battleships owners name and their difficultly rating if I wanted to fight them. Some were basic, some advanced, some cunning, one was flawless etc. I saw like five of them and when I got to one with a yellow psychic guy that looked like a snake humanoid. He talked to me telepathicly and the other beast type men and told them how dare they let me mind vision around this building and to destroy me. Then it went into a dialog about simon and the others who once fought them a long time ago. Back to me I'm flying around this area slowly and I see the battleships start moving and energising up getting ready to fight me. So I move over to one that is like a red and white rad looking ship. I go towards the back of it where the head of it is. And insert my arm which turned into a drill into it's brain area. I yell "combine" and start drilling it, it fails at first, but I just yell louder and put more effort into it. Then I take control of it and it's a drilling type ship but can only move underground just below the surface. But I also have some flying powers myself, so I can make it do that but also soar through the air at a decent speed but not too fast. So now I start flying around into other areas of this building and it's just more and more battleships with owners and these ones are all harder rated as well. Before they can start attacking me I just start drilling into all of their dams and break them apart. Their whole building starts flooding and they're all getting pissed at me now. Now I start trying to escape but more of them start coming at me attacking towards me but I'm slightly underground tunnaling away. At one point I see this battleship start taking off into the air at a really fast speed, at least 500mph. So I latch my drills unto it's energy signal and it pulls me in it's direction at close to the same speed. now I'm really getting away, but this one enemy turns a huge like one of those car crusher machines right in front of me, but I turn away at the last second. Now I'm flying far and high away from that whole building which was like a bunch of small wearhouses combined into one gigantic castle. As I'm moving away fast some voice said into my head that I'll go back to fight with them individually soon and that I deserve this epic dream at the moment and to wake up now. Then I woke up feeling like I just had the adventure of a life time. As everything in that dream was 100% vivid and realistic looking as real as real life, but it had insanely big battleships and weapons and effects moving around attacking me that aren't possible to make in real life.
Jack Drovingmig - Mon, 20 Apr 2015 23:19:33 EST ygnHVeBQ No.43639 Reply
I was in a waterfront plaza of a large city at twilight with about 6 people, they seemed like familiar. We were just walking and talking. People were all around, spending their time as we were, walking dogs, on dates, etc. I can't quite remember what we were talking about. After a while I distinctly remember hearing someone about 30 yards away scream "It's here, then!"
And suddenly everything goes to shit. The sky was blazing orange, skyscrapers toppled in the distance, explosions and death and fire all around me. People were bleeding and dying from invisible wounds. Burning planes dropped out of the sky, and a wall of fire was off in the distance towards the ocean. And suddenly, the screams went silent, and I was alone. Fire and ruin and blood everywhere, but not a soul to be seen anywhere.
I woke up this morning in a cold sweat. No dream has ever felt more real to me, or fucked my psyche so much.
Frederick Blobbleneg - Tue, 28 Apr 2015 12:12:00 EST uZoOjvPH No.43669 Reply
had a lot of CEVs last night. focused on them. ended up making a black hole like figure, things rotating around until being sucked into its center. fell asleep soon after. dreamed the earth was sucking in on itself in the same way, from a single point in the desert, but it was expanding and soon the entire earth would just fall in on itself. for some reason astronauts bringing back a teaspoon of neutron star to put inside our sun alleviated the problem somewhat. i was in a old southern home with my niece, holding her, waiting for the end. then it was suggested that they bring back a star (like futurama's star moving thing) in whole and replace the sun. they couldn't find a 'pure' neutron star that would be the ticket to stopping the sinkhole shit for good. whatever in the hell a pure one is. stupid brain.
Molly Hogglechidge - Fri, 22 May 2015 17:17:01 EST YC/66kX9 No.43763 Reply
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Last night. I was at a river bank doing God knows what when allofasudden a helicopter comes crashing down into the lake. I was about to jump in and try to save the pilot but he comes out (in what seemed like a good mood) and then a bunch of news trucks come and a reporter starts making a report. At which point I run over and yell "Fuck her right in the pussy". It was a bit difficult to run though but I got away while the female reporter was steaming up.
Frederick Brookworth - Tue, 26 May 2015 16:07:29 EST IYchsEdg No.43774 Reply
Dang. This is fucked, Id din;t even continue reading beyond.
Last night's bump:
My brother is now in college and I am living with him (but in the car park garage) and am trying to find my way to my car. I faintly remember getting into his room (it was as if I was drunk) but once I am in there, there are a bunch of youngsters and the house is messy but comfortable despite the fact that there seemed to be 5-6 rooms and at least 20 beds. I eventually enter and exit a bunch of open doorways but find the door to leave.
I am outside and lose sense of gravity (it was so fucking difficult to maneuver anywhere) and am floating/gliding around looking for the car park. The apartment building is super futuristic with gardens everywhere and some outdoor cafes (all part of the same complex). I am floating around almost uncontrollably when people start getting pissed off and threaten to call the cops. I float around some more and find a lady cop (on the rooftop) and she kinda tells me where to go. I find the dimly orange lit car park and appear in my car to which gravity is finally back to normal but then have trouble finding my way out. The city I am in is really foreign and future looking (gardens and trees everywhere).
Then I awake to another dream where I am simply spectating a bunch of Arab people killing each other with assault rifles. They just keep on coming shooting everyone in all directions and when one would die their gun would get picked up. I was like an observer watching ants. This probably came from the ending of a movie I watched where it panned out from a high perspective on a park with a bunch of people (Mission Impossible II)
Betsy Giddlelock - Wed, 27 May 2015 16:22:10 EST tjMZouUe No.43779 Reply
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Another bump. Man I gotta start smoking again because these dreams are getting intense.
So last night's /dr/ was nightmarish.
It began... hmm.... with a weird party that was located close to where I used to stay. The party felt weird (and slightly reminiscient of an actual event that was also VERY peculiar) because everytime I would look at someone's face they would get super excited and get VERY close to me in an almost murderous but evil-smile type of way. It kept feeling as though the party was specifically for me but instead of it feeling good it felt as though it was my "death-party". Something about the people's eyes and the way they glimmered and reflected light as well as vivid color within them. I kept having a strange feeling that my belongings (my backpack and a red Wii) were gonna get stolen so I would constantly be moving them and asking people to look after them. Sometimes they would move on their own. Or when I would be talking to someone and started feeling uncomfortable, they would switch people. I got up and started dancing with some girls (there were PLENTY of cute one's all attentive to ME). However, the music made me uncomfortable as well as everyone's stares. I left the house but had trouble walking (as if a heavy weight was placed on my legs and made them sore). Eventually I got back to my car and sat inside for a bit wondering what was going on. I went back outside but didn;t return to the party. Instead I began wandering around what felt like a nice city with ugly ass building and inhabitants that would stare me down. Upon looking at them they would do the same thing by coming up really close with a look of snarly evil desperation.
At some point I realized I was dreaming (by looking at myself in a window reflection and noting that I no longer needed glasses). I tried to summon a fast car but couldn't. Instead I had to focus a lot in order to "hover" forward and move. Eventually the people/faces became too overwhelming that I had to READ signs/banners/storefront logos to navigate my way around. As if being driven solely by vision. I awoke in a cold sweat to a BIG ASS spider on the other side of my window. I am not sure if I was still in a sleep-like state but I also remember trying to wake myself by moaning/talking.
Shit, this /dr/ world is getting a bit overwhelming. I am a bit afraid of even falling asleep tonight...
Jenny Sinderford - Thu, 04 Jun 2015 02:41:05 EST eBiPc/u4 No.43795 Reply
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>in a yellow/golden sand dunes desert
>riding a camel
>see a solitary inaccessible mesa in the distance
>find ruins, mostly pillars and a stone structure
>sprawling mass of burial mounds nearby
>it's getting late afternoon
>wake up before I can die from exposure when night comes
💤💤💤💤 - Wed, 24 Jun 2015 09:45:48 EST D7VSzQ7u No.43836 Reply
I love how this thread has been going on since 2013 when I first saw it posted
💤💤💤💤 - Wed, 24 Jun 2015 09:54:45 EST D7VSzQ7u No.43837 Reply
In fact, it so happens that I was the first reply. I did not remember being the first poster. How time flys. I can only remember the corner from the first post and lying down on the toilet floor with a bronze ass in my face. It so happens that there is no toilet around from that corner but actually a computer lab.

Jarvis Daddleman - Thu, 25 Jun 2015 14:10:57 EST ZOjPeSgO No.43840 Reply
only remember one scene:
>looking in my closet
>find a bust of my own head made out of really lifelike material (it could have possibly been a fully dummy but i only remember the head and shoulders in detail)
>surprised and intrigued, study/mess with it for a long time until I realize the facial hair is off (with the stubble continuing from one cheek up to the forehead)
>finally satisfied despite the weird beard
>get really happy when I realize this means I can kill myself without hurting my parents since this bust would fix everything
>fade out

the worst part is i didn't even remember it until a while after waking up, so i'm just smoking a morning bowl and get hit with that shit. I do ideate on suicide and have for years but haven't done it and not sure I ever will mostly because of how it would affect my family, and the dream could have been about that, but I like to think it was more about the Always Sunny in Philadelphia episode where Charlie fakes his death and Frank makes a mannequin of him to cope.
Nigel Forringwut - Fri, 03 Jul 2015 08:06:44 EST +z3Lkac9 No.43860 Reply
Setting: some summer night
Set: my back yard

Out back in the yard hanging out with a bunch of random people I know IRL who I don't necessarily consider friends. I had a few friends there as well though. Everyone was smoking cannabis, two dudes went inside to roll. Things were getting awkward outside and I told this black guy to stop being a fucknigga, generally a bunch of shit was happening that I didn't want happening, I went inside because I didn't want the people rolling inside as my family was home.
I found a big pile of weed with a grinder and all shit just laying out on my counter, I hid it and went upstairs. This dude I know IRL was doing some weird religious ritual thing akin to Arabs when they pray, but it was also mixed in with Hinduism of some sort, it wasn't really either of those religions but it's impossible to describe.
I go to interrupt him and confront him about all the weed but he says something like "It's time for prayer." and I think against it, for some reason I noted down he was grateful for this and it would end well for the both of us. There was a dude smoking a blunt in my room (big no for me, I don't let anyone smoke joints or blunts in my house) and I see him just super blazed and I just take the blunt and start hitting it. This was really odd and I should have started lucid dreaming as I cannot smoke IRL due to my job and was a straight reality check I failed. Regardless, I remembered I wasn't supposed to be smoking and contemplated asking 420chan if taking a puff off a blunt would make me fail a drug test. I realized that was retarded, smoked the blunt and went outside.
I apologized to some random, strange guy outside for being a buzzkill for the party/get together in the backyard. Everyone but him and two friends had left at this point. He took no offense and said he'll try to be less of an enigma. This puzzled me as he seemed like a totally cool dude despite his strange demeanor and appearance. Some weird dude/thing that had significance in my past showed up and I disagreed with the man and said "No. THAT is an enigma."
Jarvis Snodforth - Fri, 10 Jul 2015 16:00:49 EST bu1vYqsa No.43892 Reply
She was there again.
I've never met her, but she came back, it was close to the same dream as before, but I made different choices this time. I know she is representing the kind of girl/love that I'm longing for, but I wish, I hope that she's out there, for real.
I want to go back. I don't want to ever wake up.
Hannah Puvingworth - Sat, 25 Jul 2015 09:14:51 EST mvA0j0Hv No.43939 Reply
Can't remember what I dreamt last night, but a couple from the past week:

>Dreaming I'm sitting in a forest hanging out with Viggo Mortensen
>Just talking and shit (about stuff I don't remember) and then he pulls out a huge bag of mushrooms
>Eat 7g of mushies with him
>Suddenly, Vietcong attack, Viggo is in full Aragorn garb, draws his sword and shouts 'ELENDIL!'
>I draw a sword from nowhere and yell 'ARAGORN'
>Literally wake up to myself shouting Aragorn's name.
>BF looks at me and asks "What the fuck?" I say "Nothing, go to bed".
>Both fall asleep again within seconds

And another
>Dreaming I'm lying in bed trying to sleep
>Gotta pee
>Get to the toilet, wake up in bed
>Gotta pee
>Get to the toilet, pull down pants, wake up in bed
>Five fucking times I get stuck in this loop
>Start peeing into the toilet
>Wake up in bed with wet panties
Faggy Birringfield - Mon, 03 Aug 2015 08:08:59 EST N2/nnpKl No.43965 Reply
I was in my parents house. I come out of the bathroom and head to the living room, where I see two girls who I don't know. The one is named Cinnamon and doesn't shave her legs. She has been playing violin, so I ask her about it. When I mention that I have one that I'm not that good at she kinda makes fun of me. My mother then comes out of the bathroom and says that I didn't wash the dishes properly but before I can respond Cinnamon jumps in and offers to do them because I couldn't do a good job.

In retrospect that was the harshest dream character I've ever had
Frederick Dracklebury - Wed, 12 Aug 2015 14:41:13 EST ALibIJjJ No.44017 Reply
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That's the best body I've ever seen.

Alright, Dream
>Walking on my childhood street
>suddenly become lucid
>talk to myself, saying "I am lucid and calm" over and over
>sit down right at the pavement in the lotus position
>repeat "I am lucid and calm"
>breath deep breaths
>this makes me aware of my physical body
>nearly wake up, but manage to refocus myself to the Dream
>continue to sit there breathing, still semi-conscious of my physical body but still in the Dream
>start observing my surroundings
>it's summer, sun is shining and Everything is really colorful
>lose a bit of lucidity
>see a car approaching from far away on the street I'm sitting in the middle of
>Think that i should maybe get out of the car's way
>suddenly remember that it is all a Dream and regain lucidity
>sit still and say again "I am lucid and calm"
>the car still drives towards me
>sit still
>the car is just about to hit me and is honking
>sit still
>about one meter from me the car simply seems to crash into an invisible wall and explodes
>all I see is fire
>feel the heat and get a bit nervous
>try to maintain calmness but the fire overwhelms me and I wake up
Matilda Billernork - Sat, 15 Aug 2015 05:19:42 EST 9P4t/99S No.44028 Reply
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last night's dream
>walking around my city
>walk into a grocery store where I see my neighbour
>hide from neighbour in the isles and then get out of the store
>walk into a large brick building
>there are a bunch of kids there playing some serious game
>I join them and they explain how serious the game is
>we run around in the building, then run outside through a park
>sit down on the ground
>suddenly gain a bit more awareness in the dream
>look down on my legs
>become a bit more aware
>put legs into lotus position
>suddenly BAM gain lucidity
>"oh lol, I'm dreaming. Alright, concentrate. Stay calm"
>repeat "I am concentrating on being lucid and calm" over and over
>keep my eyes on my legs
>feel balanced
>raise my eyes forward
>the park, which had just had a lot people in it, is now completely empty
>keep on repeating my afformented mantra
>try to remember what I should do when I reach lucidity, but when I start thinking about that I feel the lucidity slipping, so I go back to repeating the mantra
>just sit there, repeating the mantra, but saying it slower and slower
>concentrate on erasing my surroundings and turn everything into a white space
>everything turns white around me
>just sit there breathing and repeating my mantra
>start breathing deeper and deeper, but this makes me aware of my physical body and feel myself waking up
>try to keep from waking up but feel the white space slipping away and soon everything is black
>am now awake but keep eyes closed
>try to keep self from moving and go back to the white space but get a jolt through my body and I jerk myself up
>can't go back to sleep and do some yoga 4am in the morning
FormianQueen !!pnoShKpm - Tue, 18 Aug 2015 06:14:21 EST dwzEwA02 No.44046 Reply
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>be me
>come to in dream like I've just been knocked out
>in this weird fenced in townhouse complex, really non-euclidean like with staircases and such errywhere
>don't remember anything, who I am where I am etc
>all I know is I have to find a way out and get back to normal society
>no exits save for this one stairway
>go down it, feel like it's the wrong move
>leads to a doctor's office
>"we've been waiting for you""
>mad scientist man tells me he wiped my memories because I had a sad life before I came to see him
>says he's going to give me a new life
>hands me a lunchbag with a post it note on it
>post it note has my name and five stars on it, only one of the stars is filled in
>implication is this lunchbag is my "new life" and it only has one star out of five so it's gonna suck too
>I think you got this wrong doc my new life is supposed to be good!
>he then explains to me that before coming there I had this life threatening disease where a hair follicle inside one of my internal organs (?) was growing explosively and ended up ripping through my insides chestburster style
>also for some reason my arms were all fucked up (I don't remember why but it seemed plausible in the dream-context), like ripped down to the bone fat deposits and shit showing
>I see this all in flashes
>don't believe him
>look down at my arms, hideous scars everywhere
>now I believe him
>he says he's been resetting me over and over again so that he can study the nature of the disease, and that when he's done with me I'm going to wake up just like I did at the beginning of the dream
>hmm interdasting but I don't think I want to stick around
>he's rushing at me with some pokey mad scientist tool
>become cognizant of the fact that I'm dreaming
>decide to wake up

It actually wasn't scary or nuffin it was just really surrealistic. I kinda enjoyed it save for the end when I thought I was in danger.
Molly Buzzlock - Wed, 19 Aug 2015 00:41:37 EST pOPuLGl7 No.44049 Reply
I had a dream I had auto accept dd on in my irc client and a root kit installed in the background and it used sinkhole and was firmware level so their was basically nothing I could do. Then I preceded to smash it with my fist and my knuckles we're raw and exposed and both my pinkies we're broken.
Cyril Crozzleserk - Wed, 19 Aug 2015 04:21:03 EST M+RV/nEB No.44050 Reply
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Don't remember much but the end of it was
>sat in the audience of a press interview with Mel Gibson in my backyard
>in the end of it every member of the audience got to ask Mel a question or simply make a statement
>when my turn comes I stand up and say in a (cockney accent for some reason)
>"Mel, your a good guy and I like your films, but you're a bit of a cunt"
>he doesn't say anything
>the interview is over
>I run up to him, almost tearfilled, and apologize for what I said and try to ask random questions about his films
>he ignores me, puts a leather jacket on, sits on a harley and drives off
>I stay behind and shout "MEEEEEEEEEEELLLLL!!!"
>then wake up, one minute before my alarm
Polly Blollyson - Wed, 19 Aug 2015 11:59:55 EST l+5kwMqa No.44053 Reply
I was helping these black dudes rob / kill somebody they knew. Guy getting killed was surprisingly nonresistant. They made one guy do the killing. He didnt really want to. Inexperienced. Didn't want to be there. Making mistakes. Unnecessary wounds and slicing. He stabbed the victim in the lips/mouth. Then he was directed to stab in the neck. He did. Was the sloppy knifework the work of an ameteur freaking out? Thinking back, it feels like something far more sinister.

I relive the experience multiole times, from perspectives of different people in the room. Sometimes going through the bedrooms looking for valuables. Sometimes the killer. Sometimes the one giving direction. Sometimes I experience more after the killing. The getaway. They gave me the keys and told me to pick up the car. I ask where the car is, and am told. I leave to get it and end up getting sucked into chaos happening in the streets. I remember my task and search for the car, but there are so many that could match the description. They end up picking me up in the car that I have the keys to. The cops are all over the place. We fly off a steep hill amidst the chaos. At the bottom, I transition to another scene.

I am in a department store with my mom, looking at bicycles. We are talking. I bring up DXM and she admits to having done some in the past. We start walking and I transition again. I'm in my sister's room messing with a crazy contraption made of balloons and condoms. Various states of inflation. I pop some of them while fucking around and head to my room. My sister is in my room, going through my books and things. Asked, she is looking for something about [forgotten]. Why? And why looking through my things? Argument ensues. Yelling. I stop myself from slamming her head into the bookshelf. Her animosity does not relent. She gets the last words in and slams the door to my room. I walk away and the dream dissolves

I don't usually have dreams this demented, detailed, or diverse. Certainly not violencia. It was the first sleep after being awake for 32 hours. Interesting stuff
Cyril Gudgeridge - Thu, 20 Aug 2015 17:35:58 EST g83J+o6P No.44061 Reply
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I've been having a lot of awesome dreams where I have fantastic powers
>Be me
>Have the same powers as Superman
>Aliens invade Earth
>Not on my watch
>Aliens are using some sort of black, metallic goo that can decompose or recompose anything it touches, depending on what the aliens want it to do, they start harvesting people and animals for their raw materials, probably nanomachines, son.
>Aw hell no
>Spend a while beating the shit out of the invading alien hordes, investigating several plots of intrigue and ultimately wind up on an aircraft carrier that is under siege by the mothership
>Now is my chance
>They drop a bunch of nano-goo and I fly to intercept. It lands on me and they expect me to disintigrate
>Surprise motherfuckers
>My super durability renders me immune, and the nano-goo sort of attaches itself to my hands and arms.
>Oh shit, it's got an invisible, like telekinetic link to the ship
>Using my super strength, I can now sort of push and pull the ship by using said link
>They try to retreat. Not today.
>Pull them down closer and closer before flying into it at mach 12
>Start tearing apart the ship from the inside, kill a couple aliens, throw the whole kit and kaboodle into the sun.
>Hooray, you saved the village
>Wake up
Doris Faffingbit - Fri, 21 Aug 2015 01:50:23 EST M+RV/nEB No.44062 Reply
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LOADS of dreaming last night
>am at my school, first day the school year
>people walking around and everybody's being drawn into the auditorium to hear the principal's opening speech or whatever
>suddenly realize that school doesn't start until next week and that something is amiss here
>stand still while everybody else walks into the auditorium
>turn around and see a clock hanging down from the ceiling (about 3meters up) at the school entrance (big open area)
>run towards it, jump and try to touch it. Not high enough.
>jump again and again but I can't reach.
>suddenly realize that if I first imagine myself jumping and touching the clock BEFORE I jump then maybe I'll be able to reach it
>visualize myself running, jumping and touching the clock, then right afterwards run, jump aaand YES! I touched it!
>do this over and over, jumping larger distances as the roof seems to ascend higher and higher the higher I manage to jump
>almost float through the air at the end
>all this jumping makes me increasingly lucid and I manage to keep myself surprisingly calm even though I usually start to get overly excited whenever I realize that I'm dreaming and thus wake up
>this time I just keep on playing around in the open area
>think "I'd like to do a backflip" and first try to simply jump backwards (don't know how to backflip in real life)
>then remember the visualization technique
>VISUALIZE myself doing a backflip first then right afterward DO a backflip without any effort
>try to visualize myself flying but that it was hard to do it for whatever reason
>do the next best thing and concentrate on a spot on the ceiling (now about 20meters high), raise my hand towards it and feel my body being PULLED towards it
>this makes my body float through the air up to the spot at the ceiling, which is kinda like flying
>start to concentrate on various spots in the area and "fly around" using this technique
Then my memory is a bit hazy.. think I was a bit more lucid and did some stuff but don't right now remember what

towards the end of my sleep
>dreaming random stuff about old school mates
>we're having lunch
>suddenly the Hogwarts train appears, which would take us to the city and we need to get on it
>few of us have packed and even fewer of us have our packing with us right there
>I run with a few others to our livingquarters to fetch our stuff but when we get back has the train already started rolling without us
>decide that "nope" that shit ain't flying here, jump on the train's roof and suddenly am inside the train
>ask the conducter why they didn't wait for us and the conductor basically says "tough luck, kid"
>sit beside one of my (at the time) best-mates who has a computer at his lap
>he says that I can sit next to him if I keep quiet since he had a lot of schoolwork to do
>I agree, then aftere a moment passes I feel like fucking with him and start saying "Hey, remember that time..."
>he become quite bothered by this and I tell him it was a joke
>I take my own laptop up and do some geographical work on it, dunno quite what
The rest is a bit hazy again and I wake up soon after
Isabella Fonningdut - Sun, 23 Aug 2015 09:27:05 EST M+RV/nEB No.44069 Reply
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The moment that I remember a longer dream sequence starting at was standing at my family house’s backyard, at the fence next to the bicycle garage (or whatever it may be called). There was a menu of sorts which looked like the dialogue alternatives in the elder scrolls/fallout games… anyway, I had the choice of picking one of three locations to go to. It was like a “choose your own adventure” type of theing where my choice would determine the rest of my “playthrough”/dream. The alternatives were: go to main objective, do something.. dunno, and go to side quest location (where some older lady lived, her house or something). I remember picking the lady’s house, thinking “I can go do the main quest afterwards”. There was a loading screen (or was there?) and I found myself, with a group of two other people (I think) at a place… a bit arid, like, sand and dry earth, but infront of us a few hundred feet away was the lady’s house, surrounded by a few trees. The house had a group of rowdy badguys in it who, after noticing our arrival, come and greeted us with closed fists (IE. They were quite hostile and attacked us). Before any larger scaffold erupted was there a huge bang that came from the house. It had a green hue to it. This somehow made the bandits or whatever scared and so they ran away past us. Their leader (a woman with a badass look) told us that they’d return and in greater numbers, then disappeared off the map. We went into the house and investigated. There was no old lady present as far as I remember, but there was food and supplies. Before we could utilize any of it someone in the group noticed smoke appearing in the horizon. We knew the bandits were coming, and in QUITE greater numbers than we had anticipated. An army of cars and other vehicles came rolling towards us, whose drivers were no less kind looking than their predecessors. We knew that we were boned, but then something happened. The tone of the dream shifted a bit, making me less fearful of this army of bandits. I ran out of the house and went to meet this army, somehow convinced that this was all a show and that they WEREN’T going to put spears through our arses and make us into barbeque. I greeted the army (now more like a caravan) and it felt like it was all a show, that they were simply participating in a movie set or something. I met with smiling faces and I picked a hat off the head of one of them (a silver tophat), observed it and gave it back. We hanged out for a moment, but then I had a thought that the dream was about to continue (or perhaps someone in the caravan pointed it out to me, so I said goodbye and ran for my life back to the house. The friendly bandits were now to attack us once again. I and the two others (one of them having turned into my sister, and actually the other one had disappeared) ran around in the house scratching up what supplies we could in a cooler bag and ran out the backdoor into the woods. We ran around with a few bandits high on our tails but we managed to find a car which my sister got in the driver’s seat in and I in the back seat. The car was lying in a shallow lake and was half filled with water, which at least kept the cooler bag cold, I thought. Anyway, I was searching for an AK-47 that I knew was somewhere in the car but couldn’t find it. I opened the window and tried to open the packline that laid on top of the roof but the rifle wasn’t there either. I found some sort of spear or other melee weapon and defended us with it from the bandits, who were now really close (one even driving past us, if I remember correctly)…
Now my memory gets a bit hazy… oh wait yes! My sister (who had now become someone else again) somehow transcended into the 4th (or rather 2nd) dimension and my perception of the world shifted to view everything from above two dimensionally. I first didn’t know how to do it but my dream friend instructed me to first draw energy from the world to grow, then pull yourself out of it. I somehow colored the wall of my reality with a brown pen, drawing a sort of brown circle/blobb, which I then transformed myself into. As this blob I could traverse through the boundaries of the 3rd dimension and “eat up” or dig through the walls which would otherwise have hindered my passage. It ended happily somehow, with a flashing image of peter parker and mary jane being happy togheter. Then the dream sort of ended.
Augustus Wangerhood - Mon, 24 Aug 2015 11:03:52 EST M+RV/nEB No.44073 Reply
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>I'm at the beach (which was a combination a beach I visited as a child and a place I tend to visit during the summers) with 4 other people (they all, except for one, looked like people I know but had distinctly different personalities from them)
>the atmosphere is serene and we all connect really well with each other
>we’re sitting in a circle around a bonfire, even though it was high noon and it’s rather warm (slept with a thick blanket and woke up sweaty) just talking and hanging out
>I’m sitting on a log next to a girl with red hair and blue eyes
>she asks me about an issue I’m having irl and I start to ramble stupidity about it
>suddenly, right in the middle of a sentence, I realize that I’m dreaming
>I stop talking and just look at her, focusing on her bright eyes
>she stares intently back at me and asks “what do you want to do now?”
>feel two conflicting desires rising within: knock some sensual boots with her by the fire, or explore my sub-consciousness.
>the sex is tempting but I resist the urge and just continue focusing on her face
>my perception warps and stretches, as if my mind is being sucked into a blackhole
>everything is spinning and pulling me in all sorts of directions
> it feels harder and harder to keep focused and it feels like my mind is slipping back into the dream
>realize suddenly again that I am lucid and that I can change the dream into whatever I want, so I just think the word “STOP” really hard
>this makes the lucidity much greater and I feel myself in control again
>I’m observing random patterns shaping themselves before me. Lots of green and brown, lines and circles, white light shining through them. The patterns transform into a fishing net. I’m underwater looking up at the net and the sun shining from above the surface. I slip a bit back into the dreamstate and panic slightly. Start to swim upwards to reach the surface but realize that I’d swim right into the fishing net.
>tell myself “STOP. THINK”. Concentrate on my breathing. Realize that I’m breathing underwater. Regain lucidity.
>just float in the water and look around. The water is dark blue, being lighter to the surface and darker towards the bottom. Slowly point my head downwards and see an abyss of darkness under me.
>feel a bit of panic rising but gently breathe it out, which again makes me more lucid.
>see a small point of light shining from the depths. Decide to swim towards it, but realize quickly that I can just as well make the light come to me, so I focus on the light and “attract” it to me by pulling it with my mind.
>the light becomes larger as it comes closer and after a few seconds I grab it in my hand. It’s a sphere of light, about the size of a tennisball. Feel how it warms my hand and tingles a bit. Close my eyes and only focus on the sensation of holding the ball in my hand
>the sensation becomes stronger and stronger, the ball starts to vibrate and emits a “wWWwwwWWwwWWww” sound. It becomes more challenging to keep the ball in my hand and I feel my whole arm shaking
>suddenly wake up sweaty as fuck
>my right arm is all tensed up and my hand is in the same position it was in the dream (as if it was holding an invisible ball)
>keep my arm tensed and try to focus on feeling the sensation of holding the ball in my hand and try to go back to the dream state
>semi-manage to do it but feel the urge to piss and decide to get up and go to the bathroom.
Emma Peffingled - Tue, 08 Sep 2015 20:34:28 EST aS1sjqxA No.44151 Reply
I was in a clothing store in an alternate version of the local mall and immediately decided to get a job there and got one. Anyways there were these mental people in the store and they were like absolute fucking giants. And I saw them as a threat and felt like one was dangerous so I think the black nigga who hired me pulled out a gun and shot one right in the fucking head. The other giant choo-choo tards pulled out guns themselves and we had to gun them all down in a pistol fight.

>Roger Rabbit
lol what are you 5
Barnaby Bondlelark - Wed, 09 Sep 2015 15:25:58 EST gvXp4WaH No.44153 Reply
This one was weird just because of how it felt like a legit memory rather than a dream.

In my dream I learned that (in dreamland) you could go back to highschool any time you wanted and repeat classes in order to improve your grades, which would somehow help you in college. So I went to my old HS and instead of going to the office I just started wandering around the halls looking for teachers I knew. I now realize that the layout and size of the school was all wrong with hallways that were like half a mile long and shit. I walked into one of my old classes and there were two teachers there. One was teaching and the other was this young Asian guy who was just standing by the door. I told him why I was there and he said to follow him.
We went to the dean's office (which was empty) and he started typing things up on the computer. He then said "Do you remember what you were LIKE in high school?" in this pissed off tone. I said "Yeah. I always fucked off, but I want to fix things now." and he just said "Sign here" and turned the computer screen around. I looked at the document on the screen and it was some kind of confession detailing the finds of some investigation. It said I was responsible fr large amounts of damage and had to pay for the damages (which isn't true). The figures said stuff like "Physical damage (vandalism, theft, etc.): $2,349" "Emotional damage (words, actions, etc.) : $730"
I didn't sign it and started to get really nervous that I was going to be arrested or something. I got up and left without saying anything. I don't know what happened next, but suddenly I was walking through the school again at a later date with a bunch of other people. We were all armed and had some kind of mission we had to do (I've been playing a lot of MGSV). I think the plan was to get the records of what we owed to the school and destroy them, but I'm not sure. We were just strolling down the hall as a big group but somehow nobody was noticing us. I split off from the group with another guy. We went down a staircase and he stopped to spraypaint some kind of symbol on the wall with silver paint. That's the last thing I remember.
Simon Benningforth - Sat, 10 Oct 2015 13:55:19 EST BdM+EftS No.44279 Reply
I had a dream that I got roped into some cult. About 100 people were all in this long building with beds like barracks, but 5 or 6 people shared a bed. The leader was having a person from each bed/team face off against each other in little competitions . Eventually I got up and walked around the room, seeing an old friend of mine. In the mean time I took some blue and magenta leaves, got them wet enough to be like clay, and tried rolling them into a blunt.
I went into a side room/back ally, but there were cops there trying to keep us in. One guy got a shot gun to the gut, but was wearing enough layers that it didn't hurt him. A few of us escaped and got on a bus, but I blacked out for a second right before the stop by my house and ended up coming to as the bus reached the end of its line.
I got off of the bus and went into a burger king and realised that the cult was still running everything and we couldn't escape. I woke up as I was getting back on the bus to head back toward my house.
It was creepy, but I had been Darth Vader before going into the cult building and got to Force jump around the street, so that part was fun.
Simon Geshwater - Fri, 23 Oct 2015 09:18:06 EST f+wTUU+B No.44353 Reply
Woke up just now after a dream about fishing. Me and a non-blood related cousin were on this dock fishing and talking about how we used to be in marching band together. suddenly whole schools of fish were at the dock trying to jump out of the water. They wouldn't bite our lures so we netted a few. They all looked so sickly and disgusting though so I didn't want to eat them.

We threw them back and I told him "you wanna catch some REAL fish?" And I built a jugline, went out in the boat, baited the hooks with chicken livers, and then we waited and went to a restaurant. We came back and got a 60 pound blue channel cat and we were so happy and cheering. Then I woke up.
Eliza Pitthood - Fri, 23 Oct 2015 16:18:18 EST 9xqdtI92 No.44354 Reply
I had a dream last night that me and a colony's worth of people got sent to a foreign planet for exploration and to identify valuable resources to be gathered and exploited. I remember finding a lake of tar and petroleum based materials; for some reason I knew there was buckminsterfullerene inside.

Anyways, there were coworkers of mine in the dream there with me and they were nervous about being on the planet and performing their duties. I told them they were scared of the unknown and nervous about moving into uncharted territory, that it was normal and that if we move forward there are vast rewards ahead of us..

I've been dealing with some stuff in my life where I want to move forward and onto new things but I'm afraid of losing what I already have.
Clara Pickman - Fri, 23 Oct 2015 22:01:25 EST j0DYjChU No.44355 Reply
>went into a burger king and realised that the cult was still running everything and we couldn't escape
well that's about the size of it
Charlotte Worthingstock - Sat, 24 Oct 2015 01:21:07 EST VlBgqHiS No.44356 Reply
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This is the last truly vivid dream I've had in a couple weeks. I take melatonin, 5htp, Valerian and a dream journal so I vivid dream quite a bit.

>be me
>in an apartment that looks like a mix between my apartment and my parents house
>the living room is from my apartment yet the bedroom we go into looks like my parents room
>theres a cute, kinda chubby girl sitting on the couch
>she seems depressed
>i sit by her and start putting the moves on
>we go to the bedroom
>the living room is from my apartment yet the bedroom we go into looks like my parents room
>she says she's uncomfortable with me seeing her body cause she thinks shes fat
>I tell her blah blah your beautiful
>we take clothes off and shes got big perfect titties, thick thighs and you cute little belly
>start to fuck, feels better than real life
>wake up. immediately cum and jizz in my boxers

It was pretty amazing, another time I had a dream where i pretty much raped a chick because I knew i was asleep. I find when I don't masturbate for a few days I get sex dreams.

The girl looked kinda like the one in this pic
Frederick Feffingmitch - Sat, 14 Nov 2015 09:35:01 EST 8ud0M0+H No.44425 Reply
I was a knight trying to protect a princess from an assassination. The castle had really heavy security so it even us knights would be held up at check points. One of the princess's maids was getting ready with her to leave her room and go into hiding when another made, this one a child likd the princess, came into the room and made the kill.
Cut to a desert town with me a Clint Eastwood type character. The older maid is blaming me for loosing the princess and I am forced to push a stroller around. As I do so I end up in a bar district in my home town, though a little surreal with a park and parkway that aren't really there. As I walk down the street I see a friend outside of a bar. She is also on stage inside singing a song. This is the first time i talk to someone on the street as before I had worried that my tounge had been cut out. Thankfully it is not so i can tell my friend that I am sorry I missed her set, and then we end up kissing.

A second dream had me in a nice wooden living room haning out with a few people watching Curb your Enthusiasm. We are talking about them finding acid for me and a few friends. I end up going into the basement that is set up as a james bond type 60's secret base. We are doing the super hero thing when someone yells down the basement stairs to see if anyone is there. No one answers so I go upstairs to tell the guy before leaving.
Isabella Drublingsterk - Sat, 14 Nov 2015 19:58:22 EST PdIAm5ip No.44426 Reply
i was in some weird palace complex with some crazy corridor maze, the sky was light grey, i had a gold sword and may or may not have killed some humanoid creatures with it. i can't remember the details well, i've only recently started making an effort to remember my dreams.
Frederick Clarringworth - Sun, 15 Nov 2015 23:08:04 EST BdM+EftS No.44431 Reply
I am walking through an apartment building. I get to the floor I'm looking for and find the room. Inside is the Brunette from Frozen. We talk for a bit and I need her help, but when she leaves the room I masturbate on her bed.. She comes back and is pissed at me, and somehow blames her sister for it. This turns into the two sisters turning another room in the building into a magic fight. The Room has a river running down the middle of it with a cliff face one one side and a shore on the other. They both have magical creatures at war with each outher with the brunette's forces trying to scale the cliff and defeat her sister the ice Queen.
Cedric Gerryhene - Tue, 17 Nov 2015 13:39:31 EST XrfBAS3h No.44432 Reply
the world ran out of ketamine.
!!pnoShKpm - Fri, 20 Nov 2015 10:09:01 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44442 Reply
>in a hallway of a high school or something
>lots of other people there, maybe 20 or 30
>we're all waiting for an elevator
>I need to use the bathroom
>while in a stall, old elementary school bully pops in
>immediately tense up, assume something bad is going to happen
>instead he apologizes for bursting in, I finish up as quickly as possible
>he takes stall, I wash hands
>then I remember I left my blanket and berserker coat in (oridnary downy winter coat) stall
>he opens stall door
>tell him I need to go in to get my coat and blanket
>I do so
>he says he recently reclassed to a berserker too, and that he's supernormal-type
>I knew at this point that I was normal-type
>he apologizes for something
>am possessed by the urge to give him a hug, even though I'm afraid it will lead to something "bad"
>I do so
>we leave bathroom
>out in hallway
>best friend from middle school mentions this weird arab girl he's been notcing around
>bully guy tells me he aspires towards becoming superultranormal-type like is in the newest pokemon edition, and that they come with newer berserker accessories or something like that
>tell him that's a retarded idea for a type, wonder why they made that
>he follows up by saying it's better than Sin-type
>lol wtf is Sin-type, do you mean dark?
>no, Sin-type, from pokemon Violet. Haven't you seen the Sin-type gym leader?
>she's this massively obese woman with silly black hair. She's dressed in all purple and looks vaguely ominous, but mostly ridiculous
>bust up laughing
>feel uneasy
>consider asking middle school friend if he wants to go up to the roof where we used to always hang out (not applicable to real life), but then realize we're all waiting for this elevator so it would be counterproductive
>arab girl shuffles down the hallway, she's wearing a kimono or something
>has this ridiculous hairpiece that looks like a horn jutting out of the back of her head
>friend gets excited, "oh here she comes! that's the girl I was talking about! watch this!"
>he grabs her by her hairpiece and starts stroking it like a penis
>she starts moaning
>it's pretty funny, but the more I laugh the more reality begins to slow down and feel glitchy
>get these popup windows in my field of vision, look like they're from windows 95
>"Do you want to do the right thing?"
>hesitate, my instinct was to click "No"
>but click "Yes" repeatedly because I feel like I'm supposed to
>popup window keeps popping up, I keep clicking yes
>reality becomes slower and glitchier, colors are starting to fuck up
>realize I need to get away
>okay, now we're going to see if you can do it, you need to escape
>fly out of my body, going higher and higher up into space
>feels really overwhelming and vaguely psychedelic, like this is something I might not actually be able to do, or like it's forced
>begin panicking, this isn't what I wanted, I need to wake up now
>wake up
parts of conversation as well as some events are missing but that's what I remember
Faggy Dartdale - Fri, 20 Nov 2015 10:12:50 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44443 Reply
Oh and I remember either the bully guy or my friend mentioning that maybe I should switch to Sin-type because I'd be really good with it or that it was their best type or something or other

Not really an interesting dream but it was one of those dreams where all of this abnormal shit seemed normal
Esther Pangerbid - Fri, 20 Nov 2015 21:18:32 EST j0DYjChU No.44445 Reply
do you ever think about what would it be like to dream before video games

check them
Eugene Dullerdale - Sun, 22 Nov 2015 15:43:26 EST NafRPMPa No.44454 Reply
>enter the dreamland
>be me
>for some reason be in a city where my grandma lives
>I'm cilling with my best friend
>walk by a hospital
>next to the hospital is some kind of cube construction filled with barbed wire
>there is some guy in underwear an with some kinda gag in his mouth, all fucked up, tangled in the barbed wire
>think he is dead
>he is not dead
>his eyes are following me
>"Man, I should call the cops."
>walk away
>"I'll call them later"
>Find some asian shop
>me and my friend enter it
>find knives a and swords
>another of my friends is there for some reason
>fast foward 30 minutes
>"We should go and call the cops"
>"You're the boss, anon. You've found him."
>Call the cops and go back to the hospital
>the guy is gone
>I wake up
Charlotte Hebberford - Tue, 24 Nov 2015 11:56:23 EST v8wjCPh1 No.44460 Reply
Fuck this was the most vivid dream I've had in a long time. I don't remember all of it but there was a lot going on.

The entire dream was pretty much in my hometown. My head had mapped it pretty much perfectly too. Apart from one place that was selling a ridiculous amount of cheap shoes (so much so that the store had stalls on the outside too). Usually if I'm in a recognisable place it's a mix of several but it was very accurate.

Started off in a bank with my mum, queuing up. I'd just finished a football game (I don't play football at all irl), but knew I had to go to another game straight after. However, after my mum had finished doing whatever she needed to in the bank, I realised I was in the body of David Cameron's girlfriend. When I left the bank he was there and proposed to me. I had to keep up appearances, so said yes, kissed him (ahh gross as fuck, but could feel myself smiling), and then had to rush off to the train station. I ran there, my running was very quick. I ran up a hill and saw thousands of people queuing up for a nightclub in all kinds of fancy dress - mainly either as angels or medi-evil witchy costumes. However I couldn't be arsed watching a football game. Almost every dream I have some conciousness to recognise I was in the dream, so as I passed the train station entrance, I skipped ahead in my mind to the point where I had got back, without even losing pace. Either that or I just ignored the game, but I felt like it was more of a "skip". Afterwards I had a plastic bag with me, as well as a toy rabbit. I realised I needed to get changed, and tried doing it still running down the street. I put my jumper on upside down and was trapped in it, and couldn't take it off without exposing myself to everyone, so quickly ran down an alleyway and changed.
I was then in a supermarket for some reason, but I had forgotten my bag. I remembered I must have left it in the alley, so now the bag was back in my hand. I then left at the same point the train station was, and still saw the thousands of people queuing up. I asked someone what they were waiting for, and it was for a fundraising organisation called bEAT (real organisation, for eating disorders).
As I was running down, I also got information that david cameron was spying on me, and had a hidden mic in the rabbit. However I knew I hadn't said anything incriminating, just had the thoughts so I was safe and he shouldn't have expected anything was amiss.
I saw david cameron outside a pub so I went to speak to him. He said he wanted to go out but had no money. I laughed and said "david cameron with no money? For fucksake." I whipped out my phone, took out a wonga loan, and gave him half of what I took out (think £100). I then realised I had to get to work, at the mcdonalds I worked at when I was 16. It was close so I had plenty of time to get there. Outside were two people in chicken costumes wrestling in a ring. I left them to it, but when I got near the mcdonalds I no longer had any recollection I had work and never made it inside the building. Instead opposite was the shoe place I talked about. I wandered around but they were all really shitty work shoes made of fake leather. Couldn't read any prices though they were there.
I was suddenly at the top of the hill again where the train station was, but driving down the road instead. The thousands of people were still there and crowding the road. I drove very slowly, letting people part as I go, but hit a small kid hard in the shins. In return I offered him to kick me too, but I don't think he did.
Things started to get very trippy, and I started panicking. I thought I had started going crazy and I'd been spiked with something. I was then with some friends (none of whom I recognise, just knew they were my friends). I was offered one of three different lattes, one spiked with aminata muscaria, one with shrooms, the other with LSD. I took the LSD one and two other friends took the other two. I crossed the road, had the idea to go to the beach where it was less crowded with thousands of people, and headed towards there. however I got speaking to a very old scraggly woman, who was shouting very loudly across the road to one of her friends "hey! You coming to our party?! We're inviting all the old crackheads!" I laughed and jokingly asked if I could join. She looked at me awkwardly, muttered no and wandered in a shop.
I crossed the road to where the bus stop was. Someone (I knew at the time, forgotten now) disappeared off into space in something able to go at warp speed. I wanted to follow them, so I jumped in somethign about as big as a phone box, and mashed the keyboard to put in the correct co-ordinates. Literally mashed, no idea what I was typing I just thought it was correct. There was an error and I never went. After that I started waking up and my dream got far more broken up, and I knew more happened but I now can't remember it.

It was one of the most bizarre dreams I have ever had, and the most vivid and detailed in a long time. The weirdest part was still kissing David Cameron though. Ugh.
Thomas Brozzleham - Wed, 25 Nov 2015 05:37:41 EST vZ6kbJT+ No.44462 Reply
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i had a bunch of wild dreams last night, but i just have time to type and post this one that i want to remember

walking out of a metro station with a girl, when we come out there is a large concrete structure to the right. sort of a trapezoid shape with the three smaller sides as stairs going up. people are seated all over the left and right sides, we walk up the middle. everyone is silent, sort of watching us in reverence. long way up.. there is a concrete plank or like diving board thing at the very top, people around start muttering about us reaching the pinnacle. up the final step onto this protruding platform, we are miles above a thick layer of clouds, can see extremely far out, bathed in sunlight. all of a sudden, i just burst out in this wonderful bassy operatic voice, "GLORIAAAAAA," fall backwards and get like crowdsurfed away
Lydia Himmlesed - Wed, 25 Nov 2015 21:11:21 EST xOp3ebR1 No.44464 Reply
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Last night,
I had a dream that this severely enthusiastic kid from one of my classes (like literally severely enthusiastic, not just a brony or unsocial) was in this shitty, dirty house with me and he was talking to this really skinny hot girl in like this weird dirty nightgown from another time and then I started talking to her and she was really nice and I started liking her but then i noticed she had half a mustache and I asked her why doesn't she shave it and she said she had some kind of disease where it grows back instantly, but she had a really nice ass and a cute face so I kept talking to her and randoly trying to seduce her and then my grandma came over and she was younger and fat and told me I could have any girl in the world and not to hit on this girl because she's going to hell for being sick with cancer and I told her I loved the girl and she kept dragging me away.

I think it was a dream saying it doesn't matter if people have a musache or not and i shouldn't be so judgemental
Samuel Sessleham - Fri, 27 Nov 2015 03:39:57 EST Uds8Ta6f No.44465 Reply
I was a demigod, i had demigod friends and was just about to get a demigod girlfriend
It was like the universe would've been in a beta test or something. Everything looked sleek and beautiful. I also had my own spaceship
FUCK this reality..
Edward Bunfield - Sat, 12 Dec 2015 07:22:12 EST d/uLobew No.44505 Reply
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My countrys President came to my highschool to give a lecture about something, but the whole audience transformed into a horde of screeching monkeys who started monkeying around just after he had introduced himself. The President, along with the present faculty members, tried to calm the monkeys down but to no prevail. The President then threw his arms in the air and shouted "Fuck this shit!"
and walked out. I ran after him and caught him outside in the corridor and said "Thanks for the great lecture, Mr. President! Sorry about the monkeys."
then extenden my hand for a handshake, which he hesitantly shook while saying "We can't do with this monkey business", to which I in turn nodded in agreement.
He then turned around and as I watched him walk away was I suddenly struck with lucidity, realizing that this was all a dream and promptly shouted to the President "Hey, are you aware you're not real?".
He stopped, slowly turned around to look at me and said "...Are you?"
Without answering him I looked out a nearby window to the left of me, through which I could see a green lushious park, and decided to jump through the window. I leaped towards it but just crashed against it without breaking it. The President, who was still standing in the corridor, said "How can you be stopped by something which does not exist?"
I entered into a mode of concentration, closed my eyes and said to myself "There is nothing", then ran forwards to the window without opening my eyes and did not crash against anything. Opened my eyes and found myself standing in the middle of the park I had seen through the window which did not exist.
I then started to fly around and came to understsnd exactly why Superman flies with one arm extended forwards (it's the best posture both physiologically and aerodynamically, atleast according to dream logic).
The rest was basically a mix of lucid dreaming and random shit occurring which is a bit too haphazard to explain
Esther Depperdotch - Sat, 12 Dec 2015 15:13:49 EST BdM+EftS No.44507 Reply
>I was at a party with some friends and a ton of unknowns people.
>Near the end of the night some of my friends want to smoke up
>We go outside but there is no out of the way place in the parking lot so we get into someone's car
>I realise that we are in Canada, not the US and that I don't have a passport to get back
>After smoking we are drivng around and I met a girl outside a shop who gets into the car, which is now a van
>The girl and I are flirting in the back seat of the van, and things are getting heavy
>She is a bit dissapointed that I'm just visiting and don't live near by
>She is really loud as I eat her out, which the others in the car don't appreciate.
>Things end abruptly as we get close to the border.
>I awake as my two friends and I are walking down a snowy street from the car to the border
Jenny Susslefoot - Tue, 15 Dec 2015 11:36:46 EST K8YT4Xq/ No.44513 Reply
damn your dreams have such a strong narrative, my last dream before waking up was just a massive amount of particles flying around, like layers upon layers of i think clay particles. shit brain cant even dream properly
Lydia Lightlock - Fri, 18 Dec 2015 08:13:56 EST M+RV/nEB No.44519 Reply
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>Sitting in the backseat of a car driven by a black chaufer wearing a white sailor suit.
>We're driving in a city landscape and are in a hurry to get to a concert.
>Suddenly hundreds of marathon runners run across the road, blocking our path.
>The chaufer honks at them to move. The runners transmorph into large snails who crawl in snailpace.
>The chaufeur screams "Enjoy your soup, frenchies!", rams the pedal to the floor and runs over a dosen of the marathon snailers.
>We speed off.
>Sirens go off.
>We are now chased by two snail polices with sirens and police lights attached to their shells. They're gaining on us
>It turns into a highspeed chase.
>Chaufeur tosses me a small box of nails and I toss the nails one by one out of the window.
>The snailpolices explode when they hit the nails.
>We highfive with the chaufeur, who is now sitting with me on the backseat.
>I yell at him to get back to the steering wheel but he cries that he doesn't have a drivers license.
>I jump into the drivers seat and try to steer the car but all of a sudden the car has grown (or i had shrunk) and i can't >reach the break or see where i'm driving.
>I yell to the ex-chaufeur to help me but he has turned into Danny DeVito and says "I'm smaller than you! Grow up!"
>The car is now suddenly normal sized for me but too late, we crash into a tree.
>We're both unscathed. Danny runs off into the nearby woods. I go after him.
>there are sounds of people somewhere close.
>reach a large gathering of people. It was the concert that we were in a hurry to get to.
>Danny DeVito now stands on the stage and gives a speech about short people issues and i walk around in the crowd
>after he's done talking the band starts playing. It's the Navy Orchestra that is solely made up of trumpet players
>they play the Neon Genesis Evangelion theme and Danny is dancing like a russian (kalinka style)
>I sneak up on the stage and pick up a large violin, roughly the size of a guitar, and start jamming along the music
>Danny starts moshing and sweat flies from his hair through the air. The audiance triest to catch the sweat with their mouths
>Danny shouts "Want some of my blood and tears?", takes up a bucket and starts throwing up blood into it while also crying into it
>He throws the contents of the bucket into the audience, which cheer at him
>I tell Danny that I don't approve of what he's doing but the audience starts booing at me
>I run off the stage with the violin, which has suddenly transformed into a Playstation 2
>i find myself walking on a sunny green road while repeatedly pushing the Eject button on the PS2
>suddenly become lucid
>throw the ps2 away and start flying
>fly/jump around in nature and feeling awesome, being amazed at how real everything is
>do this for a long time until i suddenly find myself in a small cave where a dosen people from my highschool are huddled around a small fire
>i ask them what they are doing there and one of them tells me to go to the bathroom
>suddenly feel myself shitting my pants
>wake up in panic, luckily i hadn't shat irl
>run to the bathroom and shit for an eternity. Walk out of the bathroom but run back in to shit again. Can't stop shitting
>go back to bed and start yoga stretching
>stretching turns into auto-fellation
>am surprised at how small my penis feels in my mouth
>realize that i'm actually sucking on my pinky
>wait a minute... i can't perform auto-fellatio
>realize that i'm still dreaming
>start laughing in the dream at how absurd everything is
>want to take a break and imagine myself being in an endless black void, seeing my body out of third-person view.
>float in the void in the fetus position for what feels like a really long time
>suddenly the sentence "I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA" echoes throughout the void
>feel the void starting to funnel into a spiral, like when you pull the plug out of the sink
>spin at high velocity around and around and feel like i'm losing my mind
>realize yet again that i'm simply dreaming, relax
>everything become black again
>my whole existance is chill
>am in a state inbetween waking and sleep
>ask myself "what should i do?"
>start instinctly composing music
>starts out simple with a few guitar notes
>evolves, adding one instrument at a time while still composing the music in real time
>soon enough i'm directing/composing a whole symphony
>overrun with euphoria at how beautiful and amazing this all is
>feel really thankful for experiencing this
>an omnipresent voice rings throughout my whole being
>i wake up for real and start to cry both out of joy and sadness at the dream having ended
>try to get back into the composing dreamstate but just lay awake for a couple of hours
>finally fall asleep and dream something about being chased by a gorilla carrying a tazer
Angus Shittingwill - Fri, 18 Dec 2015 22:40:17 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44520 Reply
>last night
>disembodied, existence is defined as this colorful loading screen like thing
>it seems out of focus and miscolored, like someone messed with it in photoshop and turned the color saturation way too high
>start shaking it around with the powers of muh mind
>every time I shake it the colors change and it seems a little more coherent
>eventually it turns all rainbow, and I can tell what I'm looking at
>seems like some kind of alien futuristic observatory, it has this machine in the middle that's made of interlocking triangles that make different colors when aligned in certain ways
>suddenly I have a body and am inside the observatory instead of just watching it
>these fancy rainbow lights are shining everywhere, when I look up at one I realize it's displaying a different world from a bird's eye view, the lots of microscopic people and terrain
>don't remember the rest, only that I was alone and although the place seemed familiar, I didn't really know how to work the machines
>woke up

it was a pretty dream
Angus Shittingwill - Fri, 18 Dec 2015 23:39:39 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44522 Reply
oooh and I have another one, two nights ago I think:
>be me
>on a field trip with old high school friends to an abortion clinic, it's designed like an amusement park/hair salon hybrid
>we're all waiting in line and this guy dressed in a chef outfit comes out
>everyone starts freaking out and getting all fanatic, he must be famous or something
>he comes up to me and flicks my hat off (I have this one hat I always wear and I'm very attached to so for some reason)
>"don't touch my hat"
>"I can do whatever the fuck I want, I'm Barry Bonds!"
>I get bad vibes from him, like if I fucked with him he would fuck me up
>I back down but am still a little assertive, "please don't touch my hat"
>he laughs and walks away
>we're all leaving
>suddenly realize my hat is gone
>start looking for it
>the floor is suddenly covered in hats that look almost exactly like mine
>people start picking them up and putting them on
>I'm sifting through them, can't find MINE
>I get a little panicky cause that hat is my best bro
>suddenly realize it was on my head the whole time
>everyone else left while I was looking for my hat
>I go for the exit, it's this really heavy industrial-looking revolving door
>I go through, end up in this small metal room. There's this tiny opening in the far end that's supposed to be "the door" but it's so tiny there's no way I could fit through it.
>it has police in it, they're sitting down and playing games
>uh oh did I do something wrong?
>"I'm glad you chose this exit, that'll be $60"
>"what? I have to pay $60 to leave your shitty establishment?"
>"no, I'm paying -you- $60, all you have to do is play a game of magic with me"
>assume he meant magic the gathering, pop out an mtg deck
>he gets out his own deck and it's something different, I don't understand the rules
>he ends up winning somehow
>"sorry, you lost"
>I die
>reincarnate outside of the police box
>my bus, which is being driven by tuvok, just left
>I'm waving it down but driver doesn't bother to stop
>another school bus is leaving, I wave that one down
>they step and let me on, nobody seems to really acknowledge me
>it's full of "poor kids" (my high school experience was a little elitist because I was in GT classes, I'm not actually trying to knock anyone when I say this, I mean more that it definitely had a different feel from the uptight atmosphere I was used to on the other bus. They seemed less delusional.)
>feel kind of out of place there, but a lot less out of place than I did with the kids from my class
>this girl comes up to me and starts stroking my hair, she looks like uma thurmon
>I'm actually aroused, which is weird because ordinarily I'm very gay
>she giggles and asks me what's going on in my mind, calls me "thinky-pinky"
>"well I was on a field trip and then I tried to leave and I died and then I reincarnated and now I'm here"
>she seems intrigued by it, but I can't tell if she really is or not
>she pulls out this smartphone that turns into sunglasses when you push a button down, really cool thing
>realize I have one in my hands too
>I turn to the guy next to me
>"hey this isn't mine, is it yours?"
>"are you accusing me of stealing something?"
>"what no, I don't know whose this is"
>then uma-girl tells me she thinks we all have them "by default", so the one in my hands must really be mine
>we're taking a detour through some magical looking city, idk there were a lot of floating lights and it was kind of dusky, but very well lit by the moon
>uma asks me out on a date
>I'm nervous as fuck because I feel too pathetic for her, and I've never really been on a real date to begin with anyway
>she seems sympathetic and like she thinks my awkwardness is endearing, asks me if I like musicals
>"yeah I love musicals! I've seen x and y and z"
>she gives me this look like I have really terrible taste
>she then rattles off these really strange sounding titles, I tell her I haven't seen any of them
>she is visibly disappointed
>then we a pass a theatre that's playing one of the musicals she mentioned, and I realize it looked familiar, and that I actually HAD seen that one before, I just didn't know where or when
>she seems happy to hear this, tells me not to forget about our date
>I wake up
Edward Fupperfuck - Thu, 14 Jan 2016 22:36:03 EST eGZt7Qkv No.44610 Reply
>in train going through landscape looking like alaska, huge mountains, large woods
>train has blue/white color scheme and is running on elevated railroad tracks, great view because of this
>together with friends/coworkers but nobody I know in real life
>suddenly in the distant mountain range a huge volcano erupts
>blows ashes and fire high up in the sky
>light turn dark and red because of it, amazing sight
>suddenly realize the lava is eventually going to hit the railway tracks
>hope the train is going to make it past it
>figure out it wouldnt be able to
>alarm friends/coworkers to this
>lavahas reached the tracks and is sowly flooding /creeping over them
>start running to the back of the train
>train runs into the lava
>wake up
Alice Soddleforth - Fri, 15 Jan 2016 14:00:48 EST zBO3/Q4K No.44612 Reply
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>going to a part with everyone I know and work with
>it is a boring buffet style place like you might go to in Disney Land
>surprised it is such a lame party
>see a secret door open and people sneak in it
>I follow them
>crazy cool sexy party inside
>free drugs and booze, people offer me edibles
>run into Jesse Eisenberg...?
>we talk for a bit
>I go outside
>people taking selfies together
>I try to get in pictures
>everyone leaves immediately
.I go back inside
>grab drugs and stuff lockets
>go back to lame side of party
>try to tell my girlfriend about secret party
>she doesn't believe me
>she goes to the bathroom
>I go get water and chug it
>girlfriend comes back, mad I left her alone at party
>try to give her drugs
>she insists on leaving
>never show them the secret awesome Jesse eisenberg party
CrazyFolksTribe !owU3wSU682 - Tue, 19 Jan 2016 00:04:39 EST iJ25CoL/ No.44622 Reply
Three or four nights ago:
>I'm living in a strange "apartment" complex in northern Texas
>it looks normal out the front door, but out the back door there's a boardwalk
>the boardwalk connects to various separate, tiny apartment buildings
>I often see different neighbors since there are so many tiny buildings close together
This part has some real-life basis:
>one day a rusty hot water tank arrives in a cardboard box
>I get excited about how much money I'll be able to sell it for
While I'm unsure about the meaning of this part:
>I make friends with some very straightforward and seemingly rude guys, most blond
>every time I hang out with them, there are more and more people around
>we go... bowling? or something vaguely like that in a Japanese style building
>some people get into fights but I try to avoid it
>later, go back to one of the friends' places and smoke weed in his trailer
Doris Gingerdetch - Tue, 19 Jan 2016 05:04:52 EST YYmx0ezL No.44623 Reply
Like always (the rare times I remember anything) I can only remember snippets.

Earlier: some bugs flying around, but they were like. flakey. The way ash behaves kind of floating over a bonfire if that makes sense. Flakey and floatey bugs that I couldn't really make out, so they weren't "gross icky bugs" but still annoyed the hell out of me. I think this was my tinnitus getting through my sleep even, because they were all about the left side of my head and it pissed me off enough to wake me.

Later: was in a big line in someone's office, or some sort of cramped quarters, for requesting music to see if they had it so we could buy it. A little before this, I was playing some kind of street hockey with a kid I haven't thought about in over a decade and who didn't have much of an impact on me then even. Well anyhow, it was getting kind of competitive but he brought up the music thing, and I was like "cool, I've got some money and always looking for new stuff" so we waited in line. People were doing food orders in line because it was taking so long. Eventually I woke up, in the dream! And the two people I was in line with also woke up and we were somehow in a bed, it was cozy so we decided to sleep in because everyone else was gone. Then we got ousted by the lady who apparently owned the place. And for some reason I had to drive this big van in reverse, and it was some kind of race, maybe against a girl on a motorcycle. And I ended up trying to not seem suspicious by backing up and turning around in some Japanese policeman's driveway. But then I noticed his car was majorly stuck, so I offered to help. He didn't speak any English, and his car was all lifted up already and the bottom pulled out with crap hanging down. He hit a switch on the wall and some lights flickered underneath, and he was like "See?" I had no fucking clue what to do about it. I think that's when I woke up. Big paragraph no one will read haha, but I wouldn't have remembered that much if I didn't write it down, so thanks!
Doris Fashdut - Tue, 26 Jan 2016 12:03:08 EST ob0O4ptt No.44638 Reply
>Back home
>Dad who passed away a few weeks ago is still alive but can now turn into a shark
>Make a shark trap that traps him
>He bites shark handler and brags about it
>Technikal is there working on video editing
>Spraying water on trapped Dad shark since all the water drained
Shit Hevingford - Wed, 27 Jan 2016 14:58:26 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44641 Reply
Last night
>be me
>on "field trip" with a bunch of kids from high school
>in this weird series of ramshackled and interconnected rooms, best way I know how to describe it is a combo between a skritt tunnel and an office building
>there is another team of kids that apparently opposes us
>we're constantly on the run, trying to hide from these kids
>there's this one hidden alcove we find that leads to a room, this is kind of our "headquarters" because we've never been find here
>whole thing is actually pretty scary, they're clearly the aggressors as they have weapons which scale in intensity as time progresses
>at one point learn my mother is somewhere in the building with us
>oh shit she's a middle aged lady she won't survive for a second
>realize I need to venture out of safe zones to find her
>a few close calls but I do
>take her back to the alcove
>it isn't there anymore
>suddenly surrounded by bad dudes
>one of them has a chainsaw
>he holds me down
>turns chainsaw on
>he is literally about to saw my arm off
>scared shitless, not even sure why these guys hate us
>have an internal debate over whether I can really handle it
>decide I can't
>suddenly teleport away
>should have gone full lucid at this point but only got lucid to the point where I knew I was dreaming but didn't realize I could take control
>okay we're finding a way to escape because our one safe zone is cut off
>get together with my "team"
>I don't think I'm the leader, someone else from my team is leading us down this hallway that's supposed to be our escape
>there's a door at the far end
>we go through it
>in some kind of sacrificial chamber
>there's a dead cow on a pedestal
>in front of it is standing tuvok from voyager, but he has ram horns and a meat cleaver
>don't make the obvious association between the horns and devilishness until a little later, for now he's just a dude with horns
>he says "I'm going to put your soul into this cow, and then I'm going to chop you into bits"
>what what what
>he starts pulling out my "soul"
>can feel it, not a good feeling
>no fuck that, somehow end up reversing the process, flipping his own power or whatever on him, his soul ends up in the cow instead of mine
>realize we're in (a) hell
>"why did we go to hell when we could've gone somewhere else? this is dumb"
>get a little bit more lucid
>decide I miss going to raves, visit this one spot I had gone to a few times in other dreams, some kind of garage/big storage unit rave was always going on there
>get in, kind of just sit there, feeling out of place
>visit some other places I've been to in other dreams
>suddenly I just got off the plane (what plane? I don't know what plane)
>I know I'm in South Korea after a long stay in Vietnam
>there are people who have just gotten out of jail going through metal detectors, don't know whether I just got out of jail with them or if I was just visiting
>meet qt3.141592653589793 in the lobby area, my heart goes dokidoki
>he's not anyone I recall seeing before in real life, nor does he really resemble anyone I've met before
>not white but doesn't look like he's a korea native either, it's implied he just got out of jail but not sure
>we hit it off, become friends sort of but it seems like a pretext for the obvious sexual tension
>I don't really remember but I believe I didn't have a place to stay, and he had an apartment, so I ended up staying there
>at one point I'm doing some miscellaneous thing and he starts grinding against me
>feels good tbqh
>goes on a for a little bit
>wait a minute, you know I'm not a girl right? (irl my gender is pretty indeterminate so I have to say this on occasion)
>don't remember exactly what he said but it was some casual bad boy equivalent of "yes" or "no duh"
>instantly worries begin melting, we're slowly getting closer to -full intercourse-
>"realize" (but not really because it's nonsensical) that if I wanted to go -all the way- I would have to wake up, thus ending the dream, so I couldn't do it
>reject his advances
>this is where shit takes a turn for the worse, we're pretty much in a relationship at this point
>sexual attraction basically dies, and I'm beginning to lose my charm and just become a massive personality-less clinger to this dude
>dream fast forwards through many implied months
>he does some sketchy shit idk what exactly, but get the idea that staying with him is dangerous, and he is clearly beginning to get annoyed by me
>am out with him for dinner or something, I'm talking about back when I was in Vietnam, how different the culture is from South Korea's or something
>there's this chick named Tanya who was a part of my team back in the hell phase of the dream sitting alone and playing with her phone at a different table
>she tells me "we have to go" and "this guy is dangerous"
>realize the trip to Korea was a part of the "field trip", and I actually came here with my "team", and all of them left or something like that
>I thank her for watching over me and she gives me this kind of disgusted smile
>"I'm not watching over you, idiot, we just happened to be in the same place at the same time"
>memory of what happens after here becomes fuzzy, but me and the guy break up, some weird confrontation happens idk what but we're both pretty bummed out
>I take a plane back to Vietnam after getting a phone call and then there was another really long part about a gameshow of some kind (coolest part of the dream, I wish I remembered it!)

And then I woke up
Shit Hevingford - Wed, 27 Jan 2016 14:59:53 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44642 Reply
*this is kind of our "headquarters" because we've never been found here
probably lots of other typos too
Jarvis Wopperstodge - Thu, 03 Mar 2016 03:07:50 EST 34yOe7TU No.44715 Reply
>be me
>on some kind of field trip with teachers and students etc
>with a bunch of women.
>im the only guy in the room i believe
> we are all sleeping in like sleeping bags on the floor
>we are in an old school art room with a bunch of clay and ceramic shit about
>spiders and dust everywhere
>i found myself talking to 3 girls next to me about asmr on youtube
>at some point i lay back down and try to sleep
>wake up in dream and some chick i didnt see before is laying sideways on my pillow where my head is
>talk to her and introduce myself
>her name is dayna
>we hit it off
>we pretty much cuddle for the rest of the dream in sleeping bags on the floor in an old art classroom
>there is a talking snake involved somehow
>the snake was green and orange and shorter than most snakes
>im able to somehow communicate with the snake but the snake seems a little bit dumb
>see a big spider crawling near snake
>watch the spider
>expect snake to eat spider but the spider just runs past the retarded snake
>rest of dream involves me and mystery woman
>wake up from dream
Sidney Nuffingsut - Thu, 03 Mar 2016 03:55:34 EST zyhsVYGE No.44716 Reply
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Fuck, I just had the worst nightmare.

Can't remember most of it, because what woke me up was so damn horrifying.

I do remember it was about subliminal messaging or something, and I was being told under the right state of mind, viewing a certain program can produce the most frightening thing ever.

And then it pretty much showed it to me, and it sort of cut to a TV program segment, sort to speak.

Then this woman who pretty much looked like pic related appeared, sort of looked and was dressed like a United Kingdom news anchor or something, and in the background was just me screaming as loudly as possible.

Fuck me, wish I could remember more of it. That was the closest I've ever come to waking up screaming.
Emma Biddlesock - Thu, 03 Mar 2016 10:18:41 EST kc5Ycqxw No.44717 Reply
I dreamed my rat that died 2 days ago came back to life and was back in her cage, she had just been in a kind of coma to recover from being sick and was now well again. I was so happy to see her.
I just wanted one more day with her.
David Drullyham - Fri, 04 Mar 2016 10:28:28 EST s/BEb2K3 No.44718 Reply
fell in love with a girl in my dream
literally my dream girl

Never felt so strongly about a girl before irl than I did in my dream
Caroline Febblebene - Sat, 05 Mar 2016 21:50:57 EST 3aEznAux No.44720 Reply
sorry for your loss. I still dream about the Golden Retriever we had and he's been dead for years.
Reuben Sullerdale - Wed, 16 Mar 2016 18:46:10 EST 8pDU6eCG No.44738 Reply
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>Last night I took melatonin with NyQuil and went to bed at around 11:00am since I had to get up early
>Always had trouble sleeping so I was worried about not being able to fall asleep
>Had trouble last night and I just laid there in bed trying to go to sleep
>Did this for what felt like 30 minutes and then suddenly my 6:30am alarm goes off
>Thought there was a mistake but went to check my computer anyway
>It really was 6:30am

Did I just have an entire dream about lying in bed?
John Brunkincocke - Thu, 17 Mar 2016 04:15:34 EST Yh90pH3b No.44739 Reply
Didn't smoke last night, caught dreams as I woke up this morning.

Random dream but I more or less agreed to get with a girl from my past with nice tits - started as a snuggle, evolved into her wanting me back. Then I got all weird cause my "hey I have a girlfriend" voice kicked in - decided not to sleep with her. She was cool about it and I moved onto the next bit. Went to a big ass conference filled with people I couldn't be fucked with from school. Sat alone, got bothered by random people then ended up in a helicopter shooting bullets into the crowd... Except they were all soldiers now. Dream ended with helicopter crashing slowly and me getting out to grab a powerup and chat up an emo girl sitting at the table across from me.

I don't like when I fall in love in a dream because I have girlfriend in real life, it just creates a weird fucking vibe on the wake up. For those brief moments I taste what it is like to be in love with someone else.
Archie Nicklecocke - Thu, 17 Mar 2016 19:03:24 EST SjTn94mm No.44743 Reply
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I had several dreams last night. I think it started with this Halo-like scene but it was a mall in Canada. I got into this elevator that floated around pretty fast and took people to different places, all very industrial looking, but I was intending on going to this skyscraper mall.
For some reason the "Sears Tower" was a theme of it. Then dream went to me at this apartment similar to where I stay now but I was with two sexy chicks. We would be snuggly as hell and wearing nothing but trousers , but anytime I tried to move in more (sliding my hands down her panties) they would get angry and move away but still had some affectionate attraction. Then my brother comes over and we go into the last phase of the dream where I wanna go to this "circle room" and play guitar but everytime I leave the apartment I become blind. I end up getting there but losing my guitar and being unable to find my way back. I also would be unable to move a lot of the time. And when I would try really hard to SEE, only a faint picture would come up to which I would announce but I forgot what it was of.
Fuck sleep paralysis/blindness.
David Himmersit - Sat, 19 Mar 2016 23:33:07 EST y2vLDAVU No.44748 Reply
another bump. I just remembered this one from last night after reading the name Derrick and connecting the dots toa person with that general identity that was in my dream.
so I go to this person's house that I wasn't at all friends with in high school but who's friend was my ex's ex. They have am arsenal of guns and are showing them off. All ofa sudden they turn the guns towards me and I think "fuck. I should've hada gun of my own and killed the dad when I had the chance"
So I say fuck it, fuckyou, and start encouraging them to go ahead and get it over with. But instead they lower the barrels and aim for my dick so I choose to run. I think I might have left somebody behind because I didn't want to run buti had to since I was unarmed
So I start running and I think who I left behind also betrayed me (lots of implications to my actual life here) and starts pointing me out where I am hiding. I end up stealing a Saleen S7 but suck at driving. Somehow I manage to escape while being shot at and end up visualizing a GTA vice city like environment but realistic. I ditch the car and hide out in a mall. I meet a girl and go with her to her hotel/apartment. Again I am found and have to run. I find myself hiding in some bushes overlooking a highway interchange.
And that's alli can remember.
I wishi had some weed. My dreams feel too real and weird
David Himmersit - Sun, 20 Mar 2016 12:11:24 EST y2vLDAVU No.44750 Reply
Bumping again.
Last night was two. First I was ina helicopter with my dad, his dream friend and the guy's wife. We were in what seemed like Alaska taking pictures ofa rock structure by a lake. I start leaning over the side opening to geta good shot and my dad warns me that I should be wearing a parachute just in case.i decline and keep taking pictures when all ofa sudden I fall out. The perspective shifts to this person but it turns outi was wearing one after all. I pull the shoot and try to coordinate it to where I land on the shoreline. Somehow my dad is helping me out bya bungee cord (all seen in 3rd person). I labs l land safely and await extraction going back to first person. The pilot comes down a few times but can't maintain a steady flight and ends up hitting the road rail by the shoreline road with the propellers. This is all happening right above me but nothing hits me. The helicopter loses control and the propellers come off. Sending the helicopter body crashing into the lake by the shore. Everybody survives but my dad's friend is bummed because he was the one renting it. Somehow they pull the crashed helicopter out of the water and intoa repair shop that seems to be closed. My dad 's friend starts going at it with a saw while I seek entertainment from a blue camaro in the shop that has lifted suspension and huge tires and is all tricked out. I go in it and move some bags around and find that the keys are in it soi start it up. As in most dreams, I cannot even get it to sit still and it starts rolling back slowly even though it is in neutral with the handbrake all the way engaged. So I Rev ita bit and engage into 1st then move it up so that it won't roll back into the helicopter. I leave it in first and let go of the clutch and it stays on without rolling. I turn it off and see what's up with the helicopter. They now have it outside and have a giant tow truck loading it up on the back hauler except the helicopter is now a lifted truck /helicopter hybrid with so top since the guy sawed it. I go and takea walk on some docks by the lake and eavesdrop on what seem to be my lady cousins thati don't recognize. I go back and ask my dad's friend if he's got insurance and he gives mea sad look saying he rented it in Mojave.
Next I am in a coffee stand banging my ex . There is another chick in the stand but doesn't mind us banging until we break a water pipe.we leave and walk through the city which is ghetto and rainy and stop by a vegetable stand and she goes and talks to someone while I take a look at the produce and notice or looks weird/rotting. We end up walking again and some guy witha mobile stand attached toa bike passes by witha sign that says medical Marijuana and his email on it. We get to my house and lay in bed. I start having another dream with her at a childhood friend's backyard jumping ona trampoline. I wake up to the other dream and tell her and my little brother about it becausei think my little brother was in the dream dream too with Taylor swift as his girl. We cuddle on the bunk bed some more and she gets up and Eskimo kisses my older brother in the top bunk while I doze off.
Hugh Penderbury - Tue, 22 Mar 2016 01:27:28 EST Pp6Fknvl No.44754 Reply
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During the last week have I had very intense, clear and "story driven" dreams, which is very rare for me.
Have had haphazard and chaotic dreams with little to no coherence for the most of my life and I have little understanding of why these last nights have been so utterly different.

Last night dream was .. well, long story short

>am standing on a long descending elevator with loads of other people
>see a beautiful girl maybe twenty meters from me, feel very attracted to her
>reach the end of the elevator and walk a bit to end up in a class room which was set up smack down in the middle of a train perrong
>it was an art course with main focus on comic drawing
>the teacher asks us a question and I give a long winded answer to it, which he cuts short (which i find frustrating)
>he talks for a bit about some comic theory and the class ends. He gives explicit orders to every NOT to ask any more questions after class had ended
>we all walk back and take the other ascending elevator up
>reach the the top and I "get" that I must do exactly the opposite of what the teacher said, so I start walking down the ascending elevator (going against the stream) and ziczac my way past the people who are going upwards
>am followed by the girl i find attractive
>as I reach the end of the elevator has the classroom disappeared and now there is just a regular train perrong, where a train is waiting
>I step into the train which then shortly after takes off
>the train is filled with people, nearly if not all the seats are occupied
>nobody seems to really know where we're going and something feels "off"
>weird stuff start to happen (exactly what has escaped me at the moment) but it becomes apparent that we are all trapped in a sinister trainride
>the train stops at a few perrongs and some people walk out, but for some reason everybody fears to be left behind and panic back inside the train when the sounds for the door closing starts to beep. (I seriously have no idea why people just didn't leave the train when they had the option, but i suppose the fear of being left behind everyone else in a place nowhere is more frightening than whatever was haunting the train)
>the journey continues and more and more freaky stuff happen (again, not really sure what, but every train carriage had a different "curse"
>one thing i remember was walking through the train to one of the first train carriages to talk with the people there, who apparently were a bunch of estonian foot doctors. The "freaky" thing that this carriage had was that it made the passengers' limbs slowly turn into plastic, so everyone had like orange plastic slowly growing on them.
>i quickly made my way out of the carriage as not to contract the curse and went back to my own
>people were starting to freak out more and more
>then the "conductors" came
>long, pale conductors started walking back and forth through the isles, bossing us around and playing with us. Had a "nice" little game of Simon Says with one of them. It was terrifying
>finally the train stopped and the passengers got out. The trainride had been some sort of test for us as to "separate the wheat from the chaff"
>the remainder of us were now the conductor peoples slaves
>we had to do whatever they wanted us to do and clearly thought us immensely inferior to them
>find myself sitting at a dinner table with three conductors and their designated three slaves (me included)
>on of the female slaves started speaking up towards all this bullshit and her owner did not silence her, infact admired her courage
>one of the conductors became had at the unbidding slave but something within him "clicked" and a small arrow shot out of his right palm
>the arrow had a white "cloth of light" attached to it
>as the arrow left his body the conductor "woke up" and started feeling love for the first time in "a long time..."
>he started to levitate in a Jesus on the cross position and the arrow with the white light started flying around the room, piercing every conductor (who at first tried to run away from it) and making them glow and "step into the light"
>the athmosphere changed drastically
>it was as if Heaven on earth had again been revealed to all of us
>we all started moving to the ascending escalator again and as we reached the top we came to a small area which we all just stayed in to chill
>it was very nice
>but suddenly something happened, fear started striking people from an unknown source and every body started to panic
>they thought that we all had to go back to the train since "it was the time of fear and pain again!"
>I started to think alike them, that when the tides of love is drawn back we must follow fear yet again"
>but then i realized that all reality is a manifestation of ourselves and that despite our apparent surroundings (which at this time was that everybody were panicking down the escalator again to reach the train) I walked into the middle of the former chill area, closed my eyes and focused on bringing back peace
>slowly but steadily people started to calm down and we were brought back into our chill hivemind
>for how long that lasted I don't know but then the more random dream stuff started happening which i don't find particularly interesting
Edward Dobberfare - Wed, 23 Mar 2016 12:56:31 EST 3uB64W43 No.44757 Reply
I had dreamed all night, something about running away from something, but the only part I vividly remember was the very last bit. I was pressing my bottom left molar with my tongue, and it began to wiggle. I touched it with my finger to confirm it was loose and it popped out in my mouth. I spat it out and the part that had been in my gum looked black and jagged. not rotten, just colored black, as if it was meant to be that color. I pressed against the next tooth and it fell out as well, same as the last. one by one, the teeth all the way from my lower left molar up to and including my lower left canine fell out from my jaw. I started freaking out, because In real life I had been to the dentist 5 days before this dream and they said my teeth were fine, and I was like "holy shit this can't be happening" and then I woke up. I have never dreamed about teeth falling out before, and it was weird and awful.
Lillian Claybanks - Fri, 25 Mar 2016 05:32:42 EST fNK9eCRp No.44759 Reply

i was in some big industrial complex or warehouse . there was some sort of social system in place, i am unsure or forget what its function was. there was another person like me(at least one) and we were students / neophytes . i remember interacting with the person. i'll post more if i dream tonight.
Albert Fummershit - Fri, 25 Mar 2016 09:44:22 EST VaQvZhf4 No.44760 Reply
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>seeing Cairo and the pyramids from birds view (very much like pic related)
>suddenly the pyramids explode and collapse into themselves
>herds of longhorned cows are running through the desert towards the city, wirlling up clouds of sand and dust
>be inside building, trial of Saddam Hussein again
>they want to hang him but on top of the skyscraper this time
>drones come flying around the roof top as people want to film the executio
>the guards start to shoot at the drones
Wesley Smallhall - Sat, 26 Mar 2016 06:33:50 EST fNK9eCRp No.44762 Reply
I was in some strange jungle and moving around it was more like [a game of mario party mixed with being on a college campus] than actual travel. I was visiting these "elders" who were giving me instructions that sometimes included killing other travelers. I was aware of these others as i moved around; some were friends and others enemies. We played games - which included sexual experiences with neutral parties - and fought. I remember less of the fighting.

will bump again tomorrow probably
Hamilton Dudgeham - Mon, 18 Apr 2016 00:41:01 EST 4hi5FfyW No.44810 Reply
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Many dreams, phewie
>a different planet where... something was radically different, singing happy birthday in honor of Hitler's birthday as to take a stance that even the most evil people deserves to have their births celebrated
>christmas circle dancing
next was the last dream I had
>taking a drink with a friend at a small bar in a shopping mall
>the bartenders pour us a glass of orange juice after we finish our first drinks
>neither of us want the orange juice
>I put a gift that my mother had given me on the bar desk
>the gift was a sort of giftbasket filled with alchoholic bewarages, chocolate, schampoo, juices, and all sorts of knicknacks
>was willing to negotiate for a price to sell the gift to the bartenders
>they inspect the giftbasket and start to cut off the plastic wrappings
>i get mad and say that they can only look, not cut it up
>they don't listen and start to put all the items in the giftbasket onto their shells
>i get mad, jump over the bardesk and start putting the items back into the basket
>doesn't help, the items just keep disappearing
>go all "the fuck??" on the bartenders and grab one of them by the collar
>he says something along the lines of "the items are ours"
>i let him go and start to grab what gift items i can carry and run out of the bar
>the bartenders chase me shouting "thief thief!"
>try to find someone to help me
>most people i find end up siding with the bartenders
>find a perfume clerk who sides with me
>we walk back to the bar but everyone has left, along with my gift items
>the chase is on
>we take his BMW and drive through the halls of the shoppingmall onto the street
>we find out that the bartenders and their posse are at the beach
>its a long way to the beach, the perfume clerk disappears somewhere along the way
>i climb on cliffs, stumble around in forests, etc. to get to the beach
>when i get to the beach there are thousands of people there
>they are gathered for a political ralley
>their poliitical spokesperson starts giving a speech about everyrhing he'd do if he'd get elected
>nothing he promises sounds good in my ears, but everyone else there cheers
>i turn around and start walking away
>the mass of people start moving the same way
>something happens and a lartge tv screen pops up infront of us and starts shooting ninja throwingstarts at us, killing a dosen or so
>we scatter
>something.. blabla dunno
>turns out that the political spokesperson had created a sort of Atlantis island which was great in everyway, but that's not important
>walk back to the mall to the bar where this all started to finish the business
>the bartenders are both there
>we agree to a duel with swords
>we swordfight
>i think i win
>the fight is over
>i want to go home
>shit happens
>i wake up
Albert Blythehood - Mon, 18 Apr 2016 08:14:33 EST 7Qsskq7m No.44811 Reply
>was some magical priest of some kind
>I went around killing other magical priests and stealing their spellbooks
>I worshipped this huge chinese dragon-like entity, or, more accurately, his shadow
>according to the mythology in the dream, the dragon-like entity is barely sentient, wholly evil, and goes around eating shit and causing destruction like it means nothing
>but his shadow, who is named "Raz", is very sentient, not so evil and is the creator of the world we live in
>vision panned out to the dragon and his shadow so I actually saw them a few times, the dragon was ADHD as fuck and pretty scary, all massive and slimy and shit
>later looked up what "Raz" means in arabic, either "mystery/secret" or "mason" (just a quick google search so I don't really know)

Thoroughly spooked because of how well it falls in line with demiurge mythos shit. Not sure what the whole shadow thing was supposed to mean, though.
Jenny Dartman - Tue, 19 Apr 2016 21:45:50 EST AxNSKSic No.44816 Reply
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Had my first nightmare in quite a while. I dreamed that i was laying in bed sleeping when all of a sudden i felt something was next to me in bed. I turned over and it was this pig faced monster who lunged at me and bit me in the neck. I woke up sweating like crazy. After realizing that it was just a dream i went back to sleep and the same fucking thing happened again. I got out of bed and put on a jacket with a hood to cover my neck and slept soundly for the rest of the night. It looked exactly like the pig on this album art which is strange cause i must have listened to this album more than a year ago and i don't think i have seen a picture of the art since.
Phyllis Battinggold - Thu, 21 Apr 2016 09:44:42 EST zZeAwbPf No.44821 Reply
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I can only have sex dreams where I reach climax when I go for an extended period of time without busting a load IRL. So here I am, I started a new job with long hours (70 hours last week) and stopped fapping (plus no gf) in order to conserve energy.

>be lucid dreaming
>in some kind of waiting room type place
>sitting in a chair with some decent girl-next-door type next to me
>complimenting her
>pull down her pants and start fondling her pussy thru her panties
>it's working
>tell her that it would pretty cool if she sucked my dick right now
>she's down to fulfill this request
>pull down my pants and give it to her
>she's working it with her mouth and both hands on the base
>jesus christ start cumming in about 5 seconds, super intense
>she takes my load in the mouth and swallows I guess (don't actually remember her swallowing but she def didn't spit
>she starts to stand up and I stop her and tell her to do it again
>she does and I start cumming again in about 10 seconds
>this orgasm even more intense than last one
>wake up

I'm always surprised how little I've actually jizzed when I wake up from these kinds of dreams, cuz in the dream it feels like a lot. This was the first time I've had back-to-back orgasms, which I don't even know if it's possible IRL. I know Steven Laberge has written about orgasms in (ludic) dreams and how the brain behaves differently than it does in IRL orgasms, but I forget how exactly. My dick tip has hyper sensitive all day tho, and I kept having to readjust at work cuz it was brushing up against my pants. Also, I was totally out of it at work when I got there and it took about four hours to get into work mode.
maLiciouzz - Sat, 23 Apr 2016 20:39:44 EST 34yOe7TU No.44829 Reply
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was lucid in a dream earlier and mcdonalds french fries were $100 for an infinite amount of french fries for life.
Casper - Sat, 30 Apr 2016 14:55:48 EST cEqq3LXY No.44837 Reply
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If a movie were to be made about this dragon and it was meant to be figurative then I would suggest that the physical dragon is our inner "beast"...that animalistic destructive force ruled by impulse/greed and the shadow to be our true selves...the "gods" of this world...striving toward a higher purpose of knowledge, peace, and love. These two things are consistently at war with one another. Flesh and spirit.

Just a thought. Have had VERY similar dreamscapes.
Jenny Greenwell - Mon, 02 May 2016 10:45:12 EST M+RV/nEB No.44843 Reply
>Fell asleep with my mp3 playing all my songs sequently
>dream random shit i don't remember
>dream about being a sailor, sailing my sailship in a beautiful sunset, then harboring at a nice little shoretown
>walk around, talking to the townsfolk
>everyone is very kind to me
>suddenly the weather gets much colder and the people all start to look asian
>they motion me to come to the water
>tell me to jump in
>it's very cold but they cheer me on
>swim around in the cold water
>get back to land and start singing with the asian townsfolk
>we start walking towards a large townhouse
> some asberger dude starts following me around talking about english words and their definitions
>tell him to fuckoff but he keeps following me around
>end up punching him in the face
>wake up just as my fist hits him
>still hearing him talk about english words even tho i'm awake
>realize it's my mp3 playing an vocabulary booster audiobook
>just as I turn the mp3 off the audiobook narrator says "Recluse" and gives the definiton of what a recluse is
>joylessly laugh since it's pretty much spot on what i am, then feel sad until i fall asleep again
Lillian Crondlegold - Tue, 03 May 2016 14:45:58 EST LhXvaNhw No.44851 Reply
>my mom tells me the cat is sick and we need to take her to the vet
>investigate source of cats sickness
>cats food bowl is sitting in a larger bowl full of what looks like drain cleaner
>forget about cat
>go up to attic
>suddenly in some empty houses attic
>hop from the window to another houses empty attic
>outside is amusement park
>meet some stoner dude, talk to him like he's my friend and I've known him a long time
>meet my mom at amusement park
>stoner starts talking to her about Woodstock
>wake up
Lydia Hobbernark - Fri, 06 May 2016 07:44:42 EST QSPW/t/U No.44854 Reply
>long convoluted crime spree dream involving blues brothers cop chase and breaking into the Colosseum
>wake up and open my eyes
>stretch out, think about how eventful that dream was, slip my covers off and go downstairs
>as I'm walking down the dark hallway I realize that my vision's like looking through hazy gray blinds
>sudden "oh shit, still dreaming" moment and begin scratching at my eyes to try and wake myself up
>vision cracks off like an egg peel when I scratch it with my eyeballs
>continue to scratch it until there's nothing but emptiness in my field of vision
>feel myself plummeting downwards
>wake up with the wonderful feeling of my eyelids folding open like velvet stage curtains
>see a neatly printed note pasted on the inside of my cover right in front of my face that says something to the effect of "Please exit for salvation and idle to continue simulation, Save yourself now? [Yes] [No]"
>realize I'm still dreaming and work myself out of the sheets
>I roll out of the downstairs couch rather than my bed
>the front door is wide open and there's a soft white glow beaming through it and all the windows
>walk around the main floor trying to get a feel for things
>there are slowly floating paper cranes, paper planes, and cherry blossoms swirling all around the room and myself
>there's writing on tabletops and couches in lots of different handwriting styles and with lots of different writing tools
>don't spend time reading much of it but pick out cheery things like "Welcome :)", "I hope you're making the most of it!", "what a world, huh?"
>go looking for a pen so I can write something down myself for others to read and appreciate
>no pencils in the usual drawer, no pens in my pen cup
>circle the room three or four times checking drawers and crevices trying to find a pen
>whatever, I'll get it on the rebound
>feel myself quickly fading upwards
>make a mad dash for the front door for salvation
>fade completely five or six feet before I reach the door, sensation's sudden and feels like my particulate matter being sucked up by a hoover vacuum
>fade into immaterial and feel what would be called my self being dragged through the ceiling and tossed into the sky
>wake up
Ebenezer Birrycocke - Thu, 19 May 2016 09:05:43 EST 8vEi+X+9 No.44886 Reply
>in my old high school
>wearing these really dumb blue shoes
>love them
>sneaking around the school and keep beat boxing without realizing it
>keep taking off shoes and putting them back on
>suddenly on 2 seat bike with dad
>ride of cliff and fall in slomo
>bike falls apart when it lands
>some skater dudes come up and steal a seat
>try to fight them
>realize there's a baby on the ground, tell them to not fight yet because of the baby
>one picks up a piece of the bike and throws it into baby like a spear
>baby deflates like bounce house
>tell my dad to run because they're murderers
>suddenly back in school
>some old deep sea diver chasing me (the type with the really heavy lead looking mask)
>suddenly I'm behind narrated
>narrater sounds like Xavier from Xavier renegade angel
>now I'm Xavier
Oliver Dishbot - Sun, 22 May 2016 09:46:29 EST EuT7SOa7 No.44897 Reply
Yoooo, I had this fucked up dream.
In a world of apocalyptic happening (think mad max or fallout when the bombs dropped) there was a young man in the army, his sister, and his friend who was also in the army.
His sister was brutalized; she almost lost her sight, became mute, and so shocked she couldn't move or respond in anyway. Because of this she couldn't tell anyone about the attacker. Her brother couldn't get leave from duty to take care of her. So she was allowed to be taken care of in the medical camp that followed his unit (who was stationed on a domestic front).
When he visited her he saw that his friend was already in her room, and she was sleeping. He asked why he was there, and his friend just responded by saying he just looke after her.
Some time later he was dismissed from the army and he could now move his sister to a surburban house where he could take care of her.
When they were arranging a trip to the coast, his friend showed up. He said that he was the attacker, that he had raped her and that she was pregnant too, now he wanted to take his sister and the unborn baby with him.
The brother assaulted him, and as his "friend" was knocked out, he quickly grabbed the revolver from the house. He was met by an armed neighbor filled with civic courage, whom he shot in the leg and then explained what his friend had done.
Finally he beat his friend to death, and finished him off with his piece.
The gunshots and screams shocked the sister so horribly that she instinctually tried to drive away, only to collide shortly after and die.

Mad with grief, his brother was faced with police forces. Still armed, he walked in circles (he actually drove a motorcycle in circles but I feel that kinda ruins the story, so let's just say he walked) and was met by the spirit of his mother who came out of the bushes. She didn't console him but said that the only was to end his grief was to end his life. And so he did.
That was some shakespearian shit, dude
Lydia Fonderlock - Tue, 24 May 2016 17:21:15 EST 2gt7KxHn No.44905 Reply
i don't know your mind so i don't know what specifically it's about, but read that as a metaphor and it should be pretty obvious for you
Thomas Dacklehadge - Tue, 24 May 2016 22:30:11 EST CL29VY34 No.44906 Reply
I can't tell what it means at all.
A fear of judgment, and being watched? A complete inability to escape what i feel I need to escape?
Or is it that where I lock myself up to keep myself safe is where I should have been running from all along? My head is pretty full of fuck these days, been having a lot of disconcerting dreams like this. I prefer not to think about it, but that's stupid.
Thomas Fanbury - Wed, 25 May 2016 06:52:55 EST 2gt7KxHn No.44908 Reply
i mean, what's happening in your waking life? what's on your mind?

>I was very afraid of something and I barricaded myself up in my house
>it was just always there right above me no matter where I was
these both seem very symbolic to me, but only you can tell what it may symbolize. it's of course also possible that this is something from a movie you saw, something you read, just random mind debris. the thing with dreams is you really can't have anyone else figure it out for you
Molly Fevinggold - Sat, 28 May 2016 09:31:33 EST BdM+EftS No.44913 Reply
I had a dream last night that I went to a burger king to order food. After going outside(?) to find a bathroom, I came back to my completed order. I had wanted it to go but they had it laid out in fancy square bowls. I asked them to box it up for me and then spent the next ten minutes getting angrier as they just dicked around and didn't do their job.
Never thought I would get so angry at such a trivial thing in my dreams.
Graham Pankinwell - Sun, 29 May 2016 08:11:11 EST 67U3+w6T No.44914 Reply
Shit that reminds me. The other night I had a super vivid dream about a black army helicopter with a white star on the front crashing and exploding. It had guns mounted on either side and was incredibly wide in the front compared to pictures of helicopters I looked at afterwards.
First I saw a passenger jet flying low overhead, it disappeared behind the skyline and I thought it must have crashed but there was no sound or visible explosion. Then the helicopter appeared from the same direction the plane had come from, as if it had been following it. Something happened, can't remember what exactly, and the helicopter started to spin out of control. It looked like it was going to pull up and be ok when it started to move behind the skyline. I was looking at the barrel of its right gun (it seemed very close up as if I was using binoculars) as the rest was mostly hidden from view at this point and i saw it turn just slightly and I knew the whole thing was about to flip upside down. It slipped out of view completely and there was a pause. It seemed so real then, waiting for it to happen and feeling horror mixed with fascination, wondering if I was about to die. Finally it hit the ground and exploded, despite falling behind the skyline it seemed to be less than 100 meters away. I saw debris forced up in the explosion, I watched a particularly large piece that was coming in my direction and wanted to run away, but I couldn't be sure where it was going to land and knew it was best if I just stayed where I was. It landed not far from me near some other people that were watching, but didn't hit anybody.
That's all I remember though I know there was more before and after.
CrazyFolksTribe !owU3wSU682 - Mon, 30 May 2016 19:47:02 EST dzv3N4NP No.44917 Reply
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I did DPH a few nights in a row, then took a break from it last night. This led to a pretty good dream, since DPH dreams are usually boring as fuck even though they're realistic.

>be in northern Montana in the spring or fall looking for a place to move to
>find an abandoned shell of a house right off a gravel road in a large open field
>it looked as if everything on the house had burned or blown away except for the frame, which was still in perfect condition
>decide this is the place to live
>drive to the store to buy some supplies for my new "house"
>run into a guy speaking German while I'm shopping
>tell him "Ich kann Deitsch schwetze" (this is the first time I've spoken another language in a dream)
>he's confused for a second since I didn't speak the same kind of German
>check out, then drive back to my new shell of a home
>an old high school classmate dressed in a suit is overviewing the site when I return
>he says he's appraising the home
>I settle into the building's open basement and have a lighthearted conversation with him in which I mention my frequent use of DPH
Nathaniel Passlebanks - Tue, 31 May 2016 06:25:18 EST CL29VY34 No.44918 Reply
>be a wizard at a wizard school on some desert planet
>I wasn't really me but I sort of was, I felt like me but I looked a lot different
>architecture was all sand-colored and ancient looking on the outside, but the inside is all kaleidoscopic and kind of futuristic
>not a hogwarts kind of school, everyone there was an adult and it was taken very seriously, not whimsical at all
>I was at the top of my class and was well-liked and envied, I was kind of a celebrity and I had some political influence but I don't remember how or why or what
>I had been secretly exploiting this off-planet alien structure (that I believe was sentient) that "chose" me and used its signals to amplify my magic powers the whole time
>for some reason the structure was taken off-line, or it stopped communicating with me
>final exams coming up, they've very important
>freaking out because I had been relying on this thing the whole time and I didn't know if I could pass without it
>we were tested on our ability to manipulate the four classical elements
>it was kind of like a performance because you would get up in front of everyone else in the class and do all kinds of big fantastical magic shit
>it started with pyromancy, got an A on that
>then aeromancy, got an A- on that
>was feeling pretty confident at this point, time to do aquamancy
>did some fancy shit that I thought was really cool, but I got a D for it
>freaking out, time for geomancy
>got an F
>the school's top student failed final exams, everyone was expecting me to do really well because I carried the school's reputation
>they somehow find out I was a fraud
>they try to kill me, I have to escape
>I can't fly around anymore without the alien device, have to run on foot
>at one point I'm on the roof, looking down, and I have to jump and then slide down this wall that was perpendicular to the wall of the building itself
>scary as fuck, think I'm gonna die
>reach the bottom, it turns out the entire building was about the size of a house
>"wow, it looked so much bigger when I was younger. huh"
>I somehow end up escaping and going off-world to this neighbor planet that's completely hollow and only habitable on the inside

>perspective switches to the gov't
>apparently my failure caused some kind of weird political upheaval
>the rulers were the plastics from mean girls
>gretchen and karen stage a rebellion against regina
>"being a ruler means nothing if the planet you rule is shit"
>gretchen and karen, and I suppose their followers, end up going to the same planet I did
>regina stays behind and cries
>wake up

It was a cooler dream than it sounds tbh. I love it when they don't resemble real life too closely like that.
Giant Jumbo Jellyfish !BTfyXLubkQ - Tue, 31 May 2016 20:16:16 EST fK9bPSov No.44919 Reply
I somehow resurrected a puppy. It was covered in ice for reasons I'll never understand, somehow it was in a freezer. That's all I remember.
Cornelius Chonnerwill - Wed, 01 Jun 2016 21:07:47 EST eDvnlocw No.44925 Reply
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This was the latest one I could remember.
>Walking a pathway with mother
>we find a vineyard of fruits, jelly filled, large strawberries and apples that are wide with a star pattern on top that birds nest on (it's wide)
>This mother isn't like my mother but she looks like her
>There are testers of candy to the left of the vineyard
>The chocolate is good but I tap dance to the peppermint
>It was peppermint stick with peppermint frosting and red and blue ??? but I wanted the stick so I went to the inside to cash out.
>Some Korean bitch took my frosting and red and blue ??? so I got my pet mother to steal chocolate under the counter. Koreans don't even eat chocolate IRL.
>I punch that fucking bitch in the gut. Fuck you, I paid for those fucking blue and red whatevers.
>she jumped up on this cabinet above the cash register and got a trap door where her friends came downstairs, all three were Korean guys
>One attempts to reconcile with me by teasing me in Korean and Chinese and then trying to have sex with me but I'm against it and it really only made matters worse.
Apparently, there are a collection of 7 stories IRL that I need to collect in my dreams.
I think one is:
>When I saw a UFO when I was doing a commercial for the Lakers
which is the one I collected in this dream (#7).
Cedric Bunningcocke - Thu, 02 Jun 2016 00:30:09 EST OuiLVO9Y No.44930 Reply
>I see from my side, you see from yours
That's my favorite thing about reading people's dreams, honestly. And I may be guilty of roleplaying as a cultist on some sites but either way. Maybe it pisses me off more because I relate to it. DAG NAB IT, I RELATE AND I'M ANGRY. Never had dreams like that though. My subconscious never really gave into it.
Eugene Pittcocke - Thu, 02 Jun 2016 00:51:12 EST CL29VY34 No.44931 Reply
>My subconscious never really gave into it.
That's a really fucking good thing. I actually miss having disconnected dreams that just straight up feel nice instead of following these stereotyped, but often ironic narratives. Shit spreads like a fucking virus if you're the kind of person who's receptive towards it.

>That's my favorite thing about reading people's dreams, honestly.
I love reading peoples' dreams on here and trying to envision them for myself. Especially the more relaxed ones. It's like playing a game of dream telephone or something. It's cool to honor or dishonor what someone's wacky-ass brain is on about by copying it from your own perspective, because no matter which you do you're adding dimensionality to it that even the original dreamer didn't have. Okay now THAT probably sounds like cultist bullshit, but I'm serious. It's like how waking life ideas proliferate except this is exploring that weird symbolic world we all have inside of us that only rarely comes to life in works of art, maybe.
Clara Findlelot - Wed, 08 Jun 2016 16:42:15 EST HzqUKA5O No.44954 Reply
My mom was yelling at me about something, I don't remember what. Just typical, "mom is mad at you" kind of mood. I went to my room and realized I felt really crossfaded. I opened the door and there are beanbags and pillows strewn about, and my older brother who moved out four years ago is sitting in one, playing a game on my computer. He just says hey, and I sink back on one of the big pillows and throw a few jackets over myself. I started to fall asleep, and then I woke up.
James Blathershaw - Thu, 09 Jun 2016 10:19:41 EST CL29VY34 No.44959 Reply
>be at this shopping center near my house
>buy some stuff
>walking home, I see this huge, grassy wall
>need to climb it
>keep falling down
>it gets taller
>keep falling down
>wake up
Reuben Brobblespear - Fri, 10 Jun 2016 11:00:47 EST rZ5qMHM0 No.44963 Reply

>realise I'm back in high school
>but it's HIGH school next lesson is how to prepare and smoke a joint properly
>this is insane they would never teach this to kids holy shit this is a dream
>stand up and tell everyone they accuse me of being too baked so I open the fire door and tell them to follow me claim I will fly for proof (I usually fly once I realise because fuckyeah)
>I keep taking off but they're never look and for some reason I keep face planting the field
>they all go back in and lock me out and I wake up

Im usually really good at flight but I never try alerting people is this why it didn't work?
Jarvis Wabberdale - Sat, 11 Jun 2016 08:59:42 EST rZ5qMHM0 No.44967 Reply

Yeah sure my favourite pass time is making up dreams I didn't have
Nicholas Posslehood - Sun, 12 Jun 2016 12:42:58 EST rZ5qMHM0 No.44971 Reply

Not sure if sarcasm but if not you're welcome
Beatrice Punderhet - Mon, 13 Jun 2016 11:31:51 EST 3G+e21MQ No.44973 Reply
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>at my house, it's dark
>calling for friend thats not there
>knock at the door
>floating black figure with a red stripe on his cloak
>"do you want to play?"
>"who are you?" I say
>"It's [brother's name]"
>it moves to the door
>go to my brother's room and point his attention to the window by the door
>"It's floating!" my brother says, concerned.
>I try to tell him it claimed to be you
>I'm mouthing the words but can't vocalize
>Figure moves towards the window

Woke up in terror. The figures voice was demonic. What does it mean?
Albert Blusslebet - Thu, 16 Jun 2016 14:24:46 EST vZ6kbJT+ No.44977 Reply
are you a neet? that sounds like a neet dream
I'd Like to Dream Forever - Wed, 29 Jun 2016 13:56:11 EST +Ql+r0+U No.45017 Reply
The last dream I remember, I was sitting inside of my grandparent's house (for some reason, all of my dreams start off in places I remember from childhood. It is either a family member's house, or school, or vacation places from when I was little. Same thing with the people in my dreams, despite the fact that I have entirely different friends today, it is the childhood friends that occur in my dreams, people I have not seen in 5-10 years a lot of the time.

Anyways, I'm at my grandparent's house when there is a knock at the door. I open it up and it was Barack Obama with Michelle. (This is very strange for me, I've never had a dream like this.)

Barack and I were sitting around and watching TV, it was pitch black outside and darkly lit. We sat in EZ Boy Chairs, and he just kept talking to me about life and the universe, giving me life advice that I unfortunately cannot recall. The tone was very somber, I joked with him a couple times and he returned a very serious expression. There was a feeling like the reason he was there is that he was in danger, and Michelle was very grateful for letting them stay with me.

That's all I can remember. Very wierd.
I'd Like to Dream Forever - Wed, 29 Jun 2016 14:00:42 EST +Ql+r0+U No.45018 Reply
>>43592 I've had many drug-related dreams on my road to recovery from Heroin. It always starts when I realize that I have heroin on me, followed by nightmarish situations in which I am trying to fix up, trying to get it in the needle and into me, but everything goes wrong. I'll be in a bathroom with millions of stalls, all filled with people and with no stalls on the doors. There will be authority figures around, and I am trying to be sneaky but just can't pull it off.

In another dream, I was just about to fix up when Air Raid Sirens start blaring. People start screaming. I try to hurry up and get my fix, when I look out the window and see nuclear blasts. My brain seems to come up with anything it can to prevent me from actually pushing down the plunger. I have spilled hundreds of grams of heroin in my dreams, never actually succeeded in getting high. I wonder why this is?
Nathaniel Bibbledale - Fri, 01 Jul 2016 02:32:06 EST qRU7WJk8 No.45024 Reply
The only thing that stands out from my most recent dream was a very unpleasant feeling from kissing a woman. I recently made a thread looking for answers regarding a physically discomfort I experience from getting head in dreams. A couple times now I've had a dream where I was kissing a lady and suddenly felt like my mouth was full of much and tasted very bad. It's pretty funny now writing about it, but that's what happened. I was kissing her, my mouth felt full and tasted awful. The consistency in it was like already chewed food or vomit. This last time I made an excuse to the "dream girl" and went to a sink to unload that shit and regain my composure. Nothing else very memorable from the rest of it.

Oh the last dream I remember before that one, I met my ex from high school and her parents had died in a fire. She was to blame or at least blamed herself. Wow who cares about other people's dreams? Like now that I'm writing that, it's so uninteresting from a stranger's perspective
Doris Branningforth - Sat, 09 Jul 2016 01:22:56 EST CL29VY34 No.45041 Reply
>went to this office building
>the interior and furniture were all white
>everyone who worked there was female, and they all had the exact same hairstyle and outfit
>I was confused as to why I was there
>this girl who I knew in high school worked there, and her hair was different
>she told me that I was there to play a game, and I was wagering some form of currency on my performance
>I had to run around in this maze while this giant would try to stomp on me
>I wasn't doing so well, apparently
>I picked up this pointy stick and when the giant stepped on me it pricked him, ending the game
>I was brought out and I was shown how much I paid and how much I won
>I won only marginally more than I paid, and this disappointed me
>she consoled me in a professional way and then led me out
>a bunch of other stuff happened
>woke up
Jack Clanderdon - Sun, 10 Jul 2016 03:22:15 EST Uds8Ta6f No.45043 Reply
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I was lucid for basically the whole night
Never before has it been so vivid and stable

I mean i woke up many times in between the dreams, which probably explains it

I was in fucking heaven basically. I was night swimming in a mystical place with ruins all around and a blue-skinned bearded fellow came up to me and started to "sell" me different experiences.

"would you like to be the sun for a while?"
Then i heard a voice saying "nah, it's not even worth it. You only get to be a small part of the sun" Like a review from someone who already tried it

Then there was a long-ass dream, that felt like it lasted for days.
It was kinda boring actually. I didn't have much control, but i was aware, that i was dreaming.
Nothing really all that worth mentioning there.

I woke up in a pretty good mood, because of this!
Samuel Winningridge - Sun, 10 Jul 2016 03:47:29 EST MsHKI4YS No.45044 Reply

I guess this counts as a dream... Woke up in paralysis this morning after falling asleep trying to WILD, woke up to a dude in a white shirt standing by my bed staring at me, and his face was all fucked up and had some kind of hose type thing attached to the front of it.

It's strange, Paralysis is quite familiar to me, but usually i get only strong audio hallucinations (angels singing, demons, that sorta thing), without any real visual ones, this was the first time a physical-looking thing's been in the room with me. Unlike most other paralysis experiences I wasn't able to get into an OBE this time either...

Anyone else had paralysis recently?
Angus Sagglewill - Sun, 10 Jul 2016 08:35:24 EST tGBvEGzl No.45045 Reply
been smoking a lot of weed lately so cant remember much, but I remember that I dreamt that I sucked a small dick that was in a cup, it was not attachted to a person. It tasted like dick too, texture and all.
Alice Brommertodging - Mon, 11 Jul 2016 20:04:42 EST K12RfXUt No.45050 Reply
Been dreaming every night thanks to cutting down on weed. Last night I was at someone's house for a party (in the dream). I was laying alone in a bed in someone's room trying to sleep while the party was happening outside. I could hear people's voices talking outside, then realised it sounded like there was police in the house. They said something about confiscating contraband items and going to check who's in that room with the door closed. I wanted to sit up and hide the bong and weed that was next to me on a table but I couldn't seem to move.
Finally I got up and left the room only to find there were no police and most people from the party had gone home. The couple who owned the house told me to sit and have some snacks so i sat on the couch next to their android servant thing who was doing something with the snacks. He looked a little like the robots from that i, robot movie with will smith but more solid. I leaned on him and was kind of flirting with him. He seemed to be responding positively but in a subtle way since he wasn't supposed to, being a robot manservant and all.
The hosts then sent him away to do something and I got up to examine an indoor clothes line that had individual wriggling octopus tentacles pegged to it plus a few very small but whole octopi that were alive but looked fake somehow.
I asked what the deal was with these and they said something about how they were able to bring the dead tentacles back to life with a serum they invented, and even able to use them to create whole new octopi. The woman then picked up a blue octopus and smashed it into a wall where it became a mess of transparent blue slime. She said, 'We don't care about them, of course, since they're not real.' and then she and her husband both laughed in a particularly creepy way. At that point I decided I needed to smuggle the rest of the octopi out in my jacket, but woke up.

I've been having a lot of robot dreams lately.
Emma Mogglenene - Fri, 15 Jul 2016 05:44:53 EST MsHKI4YS No.45059 Reply
That dream sounds fricken awesome, especially the part with the tentacles. Waking up in that house reminds me of all the times recently waking up in paralysis in what I think is my house, but waking up later and realizing the layout was totally different.
Nell Boggleway - Wed, 20 Jul 2016 17:47:23 EST TiXOHOS7 No.45073 Reply
I had a really funny hypnapompic dream this morning. I woke up, took a drink of water and lay back down. Upon closing my eyes, I entered a dream state in what I felt to be an instant.

I had the feeling that my father and I were watching a funny video together. This felt natural because we're always showing each other funny/interesting shit each of us finds on the internet. The video took up my entire field of vision as it began, but obviously I didn't question that as a booming narrator's voice filled my mind, "AND NOW, INTRODUCING, THE HEROES OF THE INTERNET"

First, a scene of Bobby Lee dressed as a soldier in the Korean war plays. It is night time, pouring rain and raining bullets as he crawls to a laptop, looks at the screen and pumps his fist, saying "yes!" in victory as he discovers that he is one of theheroes of the internet.

Second, a scene of Bill "Chill" Murray as an American soldier in WW2 out amongst the Pacific islands is shown. It's a sunny summer day as bombs explode all around him. He frantically dives into a trench and looks at the screen of a laptop in there, fist pumping and exclaiming "yes!" as he sees he is also a hero of the internet.

At this point I'm pissing myself with laughter in the dream, like, "HAHAHAHA BOBBY LEE" as the scene changes yet again. It's a non-existent scene from the Star Wars movies which I got the sense was an iconic scene for the chans, one that's been made into gifs and memes and shit. However, this is where the original theme of "Heroes of the Internet" began to be lost - the dream was changing. Now my father and I were just watching the Star Wars movies together. Again, not an uncommon occurrence. Clone soldiers are on a desert
planet fighting the native intelligent species. It starts off showing two soldiers,
one of which with a weird Nordic-looking helmet showing only his (extremely dirty and grimy) eyes and nose. He tells the other soldier to "DUCK!" and melee-fucks one of the aliens with his gun over the ducking soldiers head, presumably saving his life - a loose connection to the previous "hero" theme.
A soldier in the distance is blasted with a huge, constant laser beam that slow roasts him as he screams gruesomely for a really long time. Like, other things are happening while this guy is getting cooked by a huge laser, someone could have saved him for fuck sake. After what seemed like 30 seconds, the field of view finally panned over the right as the same "hero" from before starts running up the wing of an enemy space ship that just crash landed beside them as he yells, "send a medic!" as if he somehow knew he were going to be injured but not killed inside of the ship. I woke up, then.
CrazyFolksTribe !owU3wSU682 - Wed, 20 Jul 2016 19:13:20 EST NDHETUOT No.45074 Reply
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These are the dreams I had after drinking a couple beers, sleeping six hours, then wriggling around in bed until I finally fell asleep for another three.

>playing Rigs of Rods on the computer
>it starts lagging horribly
>it starts making a high-pitched squealing noise which gets louder and louder
>desperately try to close the game since I don't want to wake my mom up
>it gets so loud I wake up

I went back to sleep a few minutes later and got into a different dream:

>listening to some rare Nirvana album I never knew existed
>it sounded similar to In Utero but with a more in-your-face, classic rock sound
>I wake myself up just so I can write down the names of a couple tracks
>they were "The Replacements" (named after the band?) and "Refreshing You"
Wesley Mimmletork - Thu, 21 Jul 2016 05:00:42 EST 6Z+gGHSJ No.45077 Reply
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I was in a big barn-like interior with a few others, waiting for something. Three intimidating young men bullied their way in. The leader got in my face while the other two climbed a ladder, mentioning they were going to break in. They removed some of the wall about ten feet up and hunched into a small room. There was a wall safe they began cracking at as the tough guy stayed close to me and others to make sure we didn't interfere.
I realized we were in a weird branch of my bank. Now that I think of it, the small black safe in the tiny hidden-in-the-wall room was pretty odd for a bank, but like I said, it was barn-like in nature - not their finest location.
I managed to get up to my apartment nearby and call the police to report them. A buddy's sister came over to hang out with my dad and I. We made dinner, cleaned up together, watched a show. I went back down to the bank, which was below a massive overpass, as was the apartment building, only to find the three guys robbing the place hadn't left yet. Hours later! They followed me home and came into the apartment. They acted tough but never really did anything out of line. They ate some stuff and used the computer. I found myself a little worried that I'd called the police, because they'd surely turn on us if they were caught at our place. I found some solace in the fact that the police hadn't come in all the time of the lengthy robbery, and likely would not at that point.
malneirophrenia !/Hh2q0WCjk - Thu, 21 Jul 2016 06:39:29 EST TiXOHOS7 No.45078 Reply
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Yeah, judge his entire life based on the few facts provided. Meanwhile you probably read posts written by truly shameful bastards who hide anything and everything that could possibly be played off of and think nothing of them.

Had a dream last night where my family moved into a house that had a huge basement. The upper levels were normal but this basement was labyrinthine. As we went through the rooms, it became apparent that these were rooms from previous houses we lived in. Some of the rooms physically played out memories of us kids when we were little, which reduced our parents to tears. We eventually opened a door and our BELOVED dachshund dog who passed away this winter was in there and ran up to us super excited as if he was waiting for us all of this time. We all started crying at this point as we knelt down to pet him and get kisses from him. I woke up warm-hearted
Nigel Bubberbury - Thu, 21 Jul 2016 15:47:14 EST CL29VY34 No.45079 Reply
That literally had nothing to do with my post at all.
StimLion !J2qtxSkYVE - Mon, 25 Jul 2016 00:18:12 EST WX9j/I5f No.45084 Reply
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Alright gonna post up a couple recent dreams and the drugs I was on prior to sleeping. Feel free to analyze freely (in b4 "ur ghey" I know this).

Night 1 (cannabis)
Woke up several times and had multiple dreams (I recognize dreams are more potent when you you fall asleep and wake up then sleep again, but what I'm confused by is cannabis is supposed to suppress dreaming perhaps its that I use cannabis infrequently)
>Little black kid who could control the weather with his mind
>Kerflap (yes THE kerflap from /dis/) is working at a movie theater
>I am tranquilize darting a suburban family

Day 2
Klonopin again another sedative why am I dreaming like this?!
>Exploring an underground lab/bunker thats abandoned with people I dunno
>Find a tape recorder with random Russian conversations on it
>Pop out the tape its like "Internationale Russian Speak" or some silly shit written on it like its something you'd buy at a store
>Sounds like recorded spy conversation anyhow
Sidney Menkinham - Tue, 02 Aug 2016 16:15:13 EST 7ljO4251 No.45101 Reply
Had a dream Theresa May nuked France last night really suddenly. I was on the south coast of the UK - I wanna say Folkestone. The nuke was obviously in Calais or something because I could see if from where I was standing and everyone was really terrified, running away

For some reason I tried to get the train to France afterwards but couldn't because of obvious reasons; Theresa May had, at this point, resigned and been replaced by a middle aged Korean called Nanae Yano. I am aware this is a Japanese name, but this was what she was called

Anyway at this point, I went to Ireland and entered a beachside ice cream making competition but as I was nearing the end my ice cream melted so I went to buy some from this tent and the owner wouldn't stop talking to me; in the end, I managed to get the ice cream back and pretend it was my own, but I lost because it was too salty
Molly Shakespear - Wed, 03 Aug 2016 16:18:22 EST mfY34ZUW No.45107 Reply
CommentI've been having this recurring dream. now, I don't really remember the last time that this dream, but it feels and seems like I entered this world before. so the dream starts out innocent enough, you know doing bizarre things in bizarre situations, but it always ends up with me in front of a door. the door always leads me to a nightmarish world. like, after opening and entering I ended up in a crouched position at the top of some stairs looking above them in a Bloodbourne esque world with Bloodborne esque people and werewolves wondering the streets. I had to crouch and sneak my way past everything to the exit, or I assumed that's what I needed to do. I felt scared thouhg, so I woke up IN the dream and ended back up at the door. another world I visited made my vision all black and white, the room was pulsating and seemed alive and there was another person near me. he kept his hands on his chest like he was having a heart attack but he seemed fine. I remeber writing on the wall that read "internal or external" and what it meant was, would you rather the nightmares be on the inside or out. and it showed on the wall two beating hearts. one inside the wall, and the other on the out. and if you spent too much time in this room black stringy spider like things start digging through your abdomen. which explains why the guy was holding his chest. so we got out of there, and decided that well open the door again, but only he'll go in and I'll keep it open to see what happens. when we open the door we can see the room clearly, and it was like various spots of the room where red hot. like how a stove top gets red and stuff. so he's exploring the room and I notice the door keeps trying to close on it's own. after many tries of closing, I hear a voice that's like an annouce but dark and low and says things about someone approaching. the master is approaching. My first impression is satan in on his way. I close the door and wake up. someone should really turns this idea into a movie or video game. >>40182
James Clayfield - Sat, 06 Aug 2016 14:13:48 EST M2H0z/om No.45109 Reply
>Sitting at my desk staring at it.
>Nothing's on it.
>Look up at the ceiling.
>Look back down.
>Sitting on the floor in front of my couch.
>Watching a really hostile looking spider crawl around on it.
>Pull a glove out of my pocket and hit the spider with it.
>Spider recoils, turns towards me, and hisses.
>Lunges at me.
>Wake up lying on the couch feeling like I have something in my throat.
I'm guessing the punchline is I might've eaten a spider in my sleep.
StimLion !J2qtxSkYVE - Mon, 08 Aug 2016 08:44:27 EST 66oup3qZ No.45110 Reply
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>In some kinda weirdo Big Boy styled restaurant
>Theres a buffet of nasty slop served by a "chef" who looks like Private Dancer from Trailer Park Boys
>He says the potatos are naan bread sweet potatos
>I like Indian food in WL (waking life) so I decide to try his food
>Theres other stuff like pigs teeth covered in a bit of meat, ear fat I decide to try it all
>Its slop in an army styled tin
>Its fucking digusting
>I walk by all these old people to lie to the dude and tell him I liked his food
>He's adjusting a radio or something and the old people are starting to dance, one dudes pants are falling down you can see his diaper
>I am freaked out by all this oldness, wake up

I can only assume this dream content is because I've been worrying about getting older because since I turned 23 I've found I have stuff like acid reflux. Though reading Frued and Jung I know dreams are never that simple... I just have no idea how to decipher this dream...
Matilda Smallwater - Tue, 09 Aug 2016 11:03:24 EST AF0ya/FE No.45113 Reply
I was a kid again and preparing for a zombie hord with these other kids, then I was in a game world (fallout 4) and I brutally killed this evil sicko who murdered people in a arena. Then I was babysitting with someone who "i gave a second chance" but then he turned into a alien so I killed him. Later on i was a kid again but lost in a mall and all these women approached me and made me scared, but then I found my mom. Later on i was a cat who bumped heads with other cats and it felt totally weird.
Augustus Deffinglock - Tue, 09 Aug 2016 20:26:38 EST EPLFpbgU No.45116 Reply
I had a dream that some random person kept calling me telling me that they knew where I live and they kept revealing that they knew personal info about my family and friends and even trivial shit I've done. It was creepy as fuck.
StimLion !J2qtxSkYVE - Wed, 10 Aug 2016 09:08:13 EST 66oup3qZ No.45121 Reply
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I can't remember much because I actually had a deep sleep for once (thanks cannabis and Trazodone) in a long time, but
>In my grandmas old house only its larger/different
>I have an FN Five-seven
>I shoot it off in a large warehouse sized garage
>Felt like actually shooting a gun it terms of feeling/loudness (I've shot rifles before)
>Some random bitch comes running in like wtf

>Browsing 420chan boards
>There is a large wallpaper sized gif of a giant underground city that is an archive
>The gif part is a buncha lights going on and off at different sections of the archive, gradually revealing how large the archive itself is
>Remember having the thought all those scrolls/books could probably fit on a tb hard-drive these days

>I'm in the kitchen of the apartment I currently live at
>There are appliances everywhere, including ones to make ice-cream
>I am looking for the blender so I can make an iced coffee, can't find it
>Roommate who likes coffee points it out to me
>For some reason its already full of coffee

I was hungry (specifically for something like a slush or ice cream) when I woke up before I went back to sleep and had that last dream. According to dream psychology I've read even the physical drives (needing to pee, being hungry) one has during the night that could affect dreams still have some more esoteric unconscious meaning more than just "I was hungry" or "I needed to piss".

Also dreams are in segments because they're separate dreams, I tend to have multiple dreams in a sleep and I dream in a disorderly manner and its hard to tell what sequence happens when or if they might even go in and out of each other. I wonder if my ADHD affects even the way I dream, I imagine its quite plausible.
Shitting Gashstock - Thu, 11 Aug 2016 11:22:29 EST XXEA0tFO No.45128 Reply
>got a new job as a teacher
>Tina Fey was my boss
>she had this steampunk looking flying machine
>me and my dad borrowed it and flew around everywhere
>he suggested that we should break into peoples houses and fly around
>we did
>after going through a lot of houses this one guy started chasing us
>he had some kind of grappling hook
>we had to gain altitude if we wanted to escape, adrenaline rush was at max
>get back to the school
>Tina Fey was disappointed, said the whole thing was a test that they give new employees
>fires me for being irresponsible
Hugh Tillingwill - Thu, 11 Aug 2016 16:41:31 EST mSLECneW No.45129 Reply
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I had a really weird dream last night, it was about Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well the thing is, I never even saw the show and I don't know what it's about. To be honest the dream wasn't even about Buffy.
I found myself with a lot of other peopke in a scary, bloody mansion in my own hometown, we were vampires and we fucked like crazy. It was really interesting, multiple times all the vampires including me would just run around a pick a partner to have sex with her (I can exactly remember the two girls I had sex with, one was angry because I picked her, but I just laughed, there was no concept of consens in the vampireworld)
I remember opening up someones asshole and inside it it looked like hell.
Also the whole mansion was build like the Level design in Lego Star Wars Cantina Bar where you could pick your levels walking through doors.
There were several missions and levels which would let the main story of my dream progress.
I don't remember much of the Story, only that all the vampires ended up in hell. Waiting for Satan we had to pick our "love interest" to fight the last war against humanity.
When Satan arrived he told us that only a part of us would be send to the final battle, the others would die. A lot of Vampires were angry because of satans decision.
That's all I could remember. Now you surely want to know why it's called Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but I don't know, the name just was present the whole dream. All the time I knew this weird dream I dreamed was called Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Should I watch the show? Is this a sign?
StimLion !J2qtxSkYVE - Thu, 18 Aug 2016 07:57:08 EST 66oup3qZ No.45141 Reply
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>Get told Im getting two windowpanes of acid
>Get two windowpanes and two sheets
>One sheet is "Las Vegas" styled another is tool, Alex Grey artwork
>I'm talkin to coworkers in a mess hall (my work only has a break room)
>Supervisor gives me Oreos
>I'm packing a bowl
>Accidently drop a hand-wipe from my lunch on a sheet of acid
>Desperately suck LSD from the hand-wipe
>Realize its my last day of work
>Wake up
It's actually my last day of work today lol
Hugh Bluvingbadge - Thu, 18 Aug 2016 16:30:18 EST oYnNL3hK No.45144 Reply
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I read that it means you aren't happy in life. I had a dream once that my teeth were crumbling. Way worse than falling out.
Phoebe Clayfield - Wed, 24 Aug 2016 10:25:38 EST 2gt7KxHn No.45164 Reply
i took an elevator to the moon. it had a parking lot and trees, but was difficult to navigate due to low gravity. the moon had a main building, in which regular gravity was restored; it had 96 floors. to get to the next floor, one had to complete various challenges of focus and physical prowess. I think I got to level 42 or something, in which I had to perfectly imitate a large black man down to the detail. the next challenge on this floor was having someone trace a picture on the back of your thighs and then reproduce the picture, but I woke up during

there was a long preamble to the moon part which i don't remember very well, but the dream became instantly incredibly more vivid when i stepped out of the elevator onto the moon
Henry Blorryhood - Wed, 24 Aug 2016 22:28:52 EST 9RPDfSOO No.45168 Reply
I need to put this somewhere, so why not here.

I keep having dreams about you, every night you are always there somewhere and every day i wake up with a smile on my face and then i realise that you arent with me, that you probably dont even think about me at all.

you were having a party and i dressed up, i wore heels which i never do, i wore a really nice dress, which is also out of character for me, i walked to your house and seen through the windows that the party had begun, all your friends were there and i just stood there, outside in the darkness. you seen me, but didnt know it was me, i continued to stand there, this time with tears, you opened the door and asked if it was me, i began to walk away leaving my party contributions on the curb. you began to walk after me and i began running which was harder because i was in heels the clacking was echoing through the empty street you called my name "hang on!" and chased me, i couldnt run very far before you caught me, i couldnt look at you, the regret, the stupidity of my actions, you said i was a silly girl and put your hand on my breast and began kissing me, and i kissed you....

Then i woke up, with a smile on my face with the sad realisation that you were my true love and that you are no longer in my circle, now you're nothing but a dream character to remind me.... haunt me of the love we once felt and how someone is always left behind.
StimLion !J2qtxSkYVE - Thu, 01 Sep 2016 12:06:51 EST 2KfQ5qLT No.45189 Reply
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>Back in school for some reason
>An annoying sub walks in the room
>Start fuckin with her
>"Have fun with this math work"
>"Yeah gimmie some cocaine I'll have fun with this math work"
>She gets pissed
>End up saying "fuck school I'm out" and dip
Basil Blythedale - Fri, 02 Sep 2016 04:02:24 EST BUONkIMh No.45192 Reply
I was having sex with a really hot black girl, and I got a phone call from my my best friend who died like a month ago from an H overdose. He was telling me about how he got some really good heroin from an Iranian federal agent. I responded with something like "damn that's cool. Hey I'm gonna have to call you back." and then I went back to going at it with this sexy black girl. Then I woke up with a boner.
Archie Bloshham - Tue, 06 Sep 2016 02:42:07 EST BUONkIMh No.45201 Reply
Dreamed about my dead buddy again. This time I was going to score some heroin (I used to be an addict so this isn't a totally abnormal dream) and when I was waiting in front of the dude's house I see my buddy's car. The one that died a month or so ago to be precise.
I get out of the car and approach him, and he kinda looks at me with a slightly mischievous grin. I don't think he said anything, but it was communicated to me that there was some kind of elaborate rouse that I wasn't in on and that he never died. When I saw the mischievous grin I just started wailing on him, because I was so upset about him fucking with me like that. Then I woke up.

I'm pretty sure that this dream meant that I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that he's gone. I think deep down I'm still in denial even though I saw him at the wake. I don't feel like I'm grieving correctly, even though they say everyone does in their own way. But at least this is giving me a little bit of clarity on how I'm dealing with it all.
Charles Nipperfield - Tue, 06 Sep 2016 14:40:00 EST JXUKdO81 No.45202 Reply
i had a dream that i burned down someones garage, and beat the fuck out of some dude
Archie Bloshham - Tue, 06 Sep 2016 18:40:34 EST BUONkIMh No.45204 Reply
I already did, I haven't done H in like a year. I thought he had as well.
It's not uncommon for ex addicts to have dreams about using though.
Edwin Closslebanks - Wed, 07 Sep 2016 00:26:49 EST f0SCptn9 No.45205 Reply
Ive been smoking so much weed these past few months that I totally forgot about dreams. Holy fuck
The thought of a dream hasnt even crossed my mind in months. I havent had one in forever.
I think its time to take a t break and break out my old calea z
Henry Crillyhall - Wed, 07 Sep 2016 15:08:59 EST xhPK+u21 No.45206 Reply
The last dream I remember was a nightmare. I was back in Iraq in a firefight from which I couldn't escape.
Albert Muttingman - Wed, 14 Sep 2016 22:24:02 EST fMJvI6pR No.45215 Reply
Took some melatonin before bed for the first time in a several months and got thrown into some crazy time travel/groundhog day story. I was basically just spectating this dream - I wasn't any of these characters, but I also didn't have much extra narrator-like knowledge.

So, two people were killed at the same time. That's how the dream supposedly started, but I think I made that up based on the ending. Anyway, because of the rather abrupt way that they died (I forget what it was) and because they died at the same time, their souls ended up intertwined and borrowed by some entity to fix things throughout time.

The basic idea was that one of their souls would possess a person who was about to meet an untimely end within a day or so. They'd lose all memory of their former life, or at least have it hidden, but they'd still have a slight tenancy to act and think like they used to. It was kind of a weird situation where they could be prompted to remember everything, but the default state was kind of a haze. The second would be in a random bystander who would interact with the ill-fated one for about 5 seconds that day. The trick with the bystander was that they DID get to keep their memories. All of them. From the time they first died and including being stuck in a loop (after they looped around a few times).

Initially, neither knew this was going on or that they were BOTH caught in this time loop thing. They each thought they just had to save the one person who they knew they'd been possessing when not the bystander. Finally, one of them managed to break through the fog on the non-bystander's memory - though not while they were meeting - and he was able to survive. Because the bystander didn't convince the guy immediately, they still didn't realize they were both in this loop together. They both thought they'd succeeded escaping it on their own.

Anyway, they both got thrown into yet another loop almost immediately after the non-bystander wasn't killed on schedule. Different people, different way of dying, but the rules were the same. Eventually, they broke this loop, too - but the non-bystander realized what was going on much sooner and they were able to discuss what was going on with each other before the loop ended. After a long discussion they realized some cosmic force must be fucking with them and that the only way to stop this was to prevent themselves from initially dying in the first place.

They prevented themselves from being looped again somehow (this was glossed over by a dream transition - it just "happened" with no real explanation) and ended up in some crazy ethereal plane instead. Here they met with someone who was willing to provide them with the tools they needed to get it right the first time. If they died again, they'd just be enslaved again and forced to go through more loops.

So, they reincarnated as themselves - and although neither had their memories initially the tools they had picked up kicked in and allowed for some crazy shit. Not only did they both remember their entire journey so far, but they got bullet time and a bunch of extra information about everything that was going on. They survived the initial accident that killed them, but shit started going crazy and the whole situation was looking worse and worse for them.

Did they survive? I don't know. My fucking cat knocked something off the nightstand and I didn't end up back in that dream when I went back to sleep.
Ian Woblingcocke - Thu, 15 Sep 2016 10:12:01 EST CydJnUEm No.45217 Reply
I had a dream that there was this TV show with these naked fat guys who were spray painted to look like the earth. They'd stand there and hop around and jiggle to the rhythm of weird music
Beatrice Genningbanks - Tue, 20 Sep 2016 04:17:19 EST CydJnUEm No.45236 Reply
I was in my house and I thought I was awake because it seemed so normal. I was clipping my nails and I clipped one of them a lot shorter than I usually do. I don't like the sensation of having that skin exposed so that miffed me.

Then I was controlling these little dots in what looked like a video game sort of thing. They'd surround and consume things and then grow. They got lit on cartoon-fire and then the fire turned into this big rampaging serpent. The serpent ran into something and was gutted, inside it was something else that was alive.
Nathaniel Blatherson - Thu, 22 Sep 2016 13:16:11 EST CydJnUEm No.45240 Reply
Don't remember too much of the beginning. I was in this superspy mercenary ring that consisted of me, a girl, these two guys who looked nearly identical, and my irl grandma (though she wasn't my grandma in the dream).

We lived on this sort of dystopian island that was inescapable unless you had special permission to go to the docks, where you were supposed to be met by this almost mythological figure-like pirate dude. It was said that before departure he'd look into your soul and recognize all of your problems, then you'd sail away with him.

So we did a bunch of stuff and two of our team ended up in jail, my grandma and the girl, and one of the almost twin guys (who I will call 1) was presumed dead. Me and the other almost twin guy (2) posed as prisoners and broke into the jail to rescue them, and because we didn't have actual prisoner identification, which automatically stopped prisoners at certain doors and etc, we could swap disguises to pretend to be prisoners, then workers like nurses and have access to more of the prison itself.

Guards had direct access to the docks using special badges or something like that so we planned to start a riot then take a badge so we could flee to the docks. We executed that plan, somehow, and made it to the gates to the docks (which were directly connected to the prison) along with this other girl named Chloe Sauvignony (I remember that name because she had a name tag). My grandma and the girl didn't make it for reasons I don't remember, so it was just me, 2 and Chloe.

At the docks, which was empty aside from us, there was a sign that said what to do. It said "Take a walk, think for a bit, then turn around and go to the pier. He'll be there". We were a bit frustrated that we had to "take a walk" because we knew we could get caught at any moment and we really wanted to leave immediately.

When we got back there were tons of people there, and we met this guy who we assumed to be the mythological pirate and he, in turn, assumed that 2 was the mythological pirate. We laid down and 2 and the guy talked. They confirmed that neither of them was the pirate, 2 told him we had just gotten out of jail, and he told 2 "oh you're just another psycho and this (me) must be your psycho bitch". We all laughed and me and 2 cuddled. All of us simultaneously realized that the pirate probably doesn't exist and we were tricked.

A blimp with a screen on it flew overhead. The screen depicted a bunch of skeletons and had the time displayed. It was 5:59. When the clock struck 6:00, everyone at the docks went into a zombified frenzy and we all attacked each other.

Struggling to regain control ourselves, 2, Chloe and I barely made it through the door back to jail where the frenzy was broken. There was a guard waiting for us. He stopped Chloe and asked to see identification. When it was discovered that her ID was false, Chloe was revealed to be 1 in transvestite disguise. The guard killed him. Me and 2 were in some sort of obvious trouble for trying to escape but I woke up so it never came to fruition.
William Pendledot - Thu, 29 Sep 2016 02:09:20 EST tLYRCij9 No.45256 Reply

>read "my bf" in the first 2 lines of the post

>god damnit is this that faggot stimlion

>yep it is, suprise surprise

>do not continue reading
Charles Fiblingbedge - Thu, 29 Sep 2016 04:50:54 EST BUONkIMh No.45257 Reply
Had an other dream about my dead buddy.
This time me, him and two other friends were going on a vacation.
I have no clue where, but we were in the car with an other of the friend's dad.
For some reason his dad was being an asshole, so I told him to pull over and let me out of the car.
I got out.
End of dream.
Fucking Duddlestot - Sat, 01 Oct 2016 01:29:37 EST wjByLfQS No.45260 Reply
Had a casual talk with two females I remember from high school; one of them used to be my crush that I stopped talking to and the other I barely knew but traded some conversations with and she always joked around by giving me nicknames that never caught on. We were in some restaurant or club, kind of felt like a Cracker Barrel or something of that sort; mostly wooden interior. I guess I asked my crush for her number and she gave it to me. I promised to talk to her, and that was it.

My dreams are usually realistic or grounded; nothing too bizarre happens in them. I've had a couple of dreams of irrelevant events that happened in the future. My childhood dreams were a lot crazier than the dreams I have now.
StimLion !J2qtxSkYVE - Mon, 03 Oct 2016 12:45:13 EST 033i8sMQ No.45265 Reply
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My dreams have been getting very real lately, to where I cannot determine dream state from reality while I am dreaming. Perhaps its because I haven't really done many drugs recently? In fact I believe at one point I got lucid. I just woke up from these dreamscapes.

>Hiphop song is being played off the Macbook, apparently I woke up a sec and mumbled asking what song it was, my babe had headphones in, in reality.

>DJing for a black family at a roller rink
>I put on Give Up the Funk, I remember thinking "every black family likes this song"

>Some dude on the lamb with mind powers who sneaks into peoples houses and fucks with shit in the house is hiding in the closest
>This is when I remember gasping which apparently I did irl and was woken up.

I also had a dream I was watching some 90's anime movie then later in the dream tried watching it with my friend Simon and could not recall the title which I had known in the previous section of dreaming, woke up and googled 90's anime films and realized it wasn't real, tho upon awakening I thought it was for sure. Also at several points I swore I was typing on my computer tho everything I typed was gibberish like "llllldfsjsdkjfksl" ect, maybe I'm still dreaming typing this right now...
Ian Goddleville - Wed, 05 Oct 2016 11:12:50 EST CydJnUEm No.45268 Reply
Dreamed I was in some kind of dystopian society. I was in the car and I got stopped by some thought police guy for something so I put a gun to my head. My first shot hit my eye, the second hit my ear (in the dream the discomfort was only minor, lel), and the third was just right. Then I was somewhere else.
Matilda Sirrykit - Mon, 10 Oct 2016 00:01:55 EST jGHk6Ahn No.45278 Reply
i just had a dream where I discovered a big nug of weed in a cushion
this was after last night when I was trying to get high off of crumbs I found lying around. I miss my dealer.
Betsy Blatherlock - Mon, 17 Oct 2016 13:41:24 EST hkOeSIp1 No.45296 Reply
I remember two dreams last night.
First I was at a large theater for a talent show. A fiend of mine who plays cello was with a twenty piece orchestra. I was in the audiences preparing to play at a later time. I left instead of going on, but was upset that my violin still needed new strings.
Second my roommate and I were in a car with our friend. He was on acid and ended up driving into a movie theater, over the ticket booth and straight into the theater. He ran over an old man in one of the few occupied chairs. It wasn't until he was nearly to the stage that I remembered what building we were in. The old dude wasn't deas but the theater owner was very upset with us.
Nigel Sicklechat - Sun, 23 Oct 2016 08:17:53 EST ibnNVjYn No.45308 Reply
I just had a terrifying and incredible lucid dream for the first time. I've always been interested in them but holy shit. This literally felt like real life.

I was going down the street all normallike and some goofy shit started happening at which point I realized that obviously it was a dream. So i meet these people in their car and they seem friendly enough, when the top half of their face transforms into this beady eyed goblin, flesh color is still peachy. The amount of detail is staggering (on everything for that matter) . They knocked me out and took me into mansion. I could not speak no matter how hard I tried and the door was locked. I met a few friendly people and many family, can't remember what we talked about, but each one after a couple minutes would put their face against a wall and put their hands on the side of their head. They'd then turn around and reveal themselves to be these violent goblin people. A lot happened there for hours that I couldn't begin to list it all, I was raped, tortured you name it. Genuinely traumatizing.

Eventually I made my way back to the front door and it was unlocked. I listen to the friendly people in the car there and you fucking guessed it, goblin people. So as I was running through the backyards of a neighborhood trying to flee, I had the idea to hold my breath hoping it would wake me up. I didn't but the whole scenario changed. My voice slowly came back.

I was talking to more people in a car, lady and a man, and they were normal aside from their skin. It was red and burnt all over. Took a peek at the passenger side as they left, it was Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I was in a crowd now. I had a thought that I should try to fly and immediate this hipster faggot beside said "I'm going to fly to Canada". I couldn't fly and when I tried to double jump I couldn't but I landed on the ground in a strange way. Like above it a couple inches.

I said "anime" out loud and was suddenly being served Japanese food by OC anime girls. So I realized that you can pretty easily manipulate your scenario. I said my sisters name, opened a door and it was her room. Though it was on a 45° slant and the carpet was all bunched up. Opened another door and she was in the shower with my other sister. They had lookalikes there too but I didn't question it. I messed with this for a while and it was fun but the fear of those goblin fucks was in the back of my mind.

Eventually found myself back in the mansions kitchen and the exact same scene from earlier played out (I didn't mention it, it was a squabble between two other people).

There was a whole lot more but it would be impossible to tell all of it.

Eventually I woke up in a goofy position, my dog was sleeping on my bed as usual and I was on his leg. My face was covered with my blanket which I quickly removed. Everything seemed normal until I looked around and my vision was overplayed with these weird grey blobs making it hard to see anything. I closed my eyes and saw hallucinations, like me on my cellphone and all sorts of things. Started hearing voices as well. It felt like a dph trip but my room looked right so I was sure I was finally awake.

Then I woke up for real, woke up my roommate to make sure he was real and that I was finally awake. I broke down crying and shaking as I tried to explain it to him. I cannot overstate how horrifying and absolutely real-life that first segment was. To see people you know and love transform half their face and do the things they did. I'm scared to ever fall back asleep again. And waking up in bed but not actually waking up is terrifying as well.

Side note: I had taken .5mg of c-lam before bed which is probably what caused this since I'd never done that before. Never again.
Sidney Nurrypere - Sun, 23 Oct 2016 12:48:01 EST adrnf18s No.45310 Reply
Fuck forgot the pic. Sorry for the triple post
Eugene Bluzzlelock - Tue, 25 Oct 2016 15:50:25 EST HzqUKA5O No.45313 Reply
Yet another sex dream. The only ones I seem to remember, anyway.

This time it took place in a large auditorium, one that looked quite a bit like my old elementary school. Can't remember why I was there, but I was sitting in there on one of those little grade school chairs with a bunch of other people. The vibe was like a big house party, though. So I'm sitting there, doing my thing, talking to random dream characters about nothing, when suddenly this brunette girl adjacent to me hands me this four-pronged paper fortune teller. It's predictions are based on the zodiac. I don't remember what prediction I got, or what we talked about after, but at one distinct point I remember looking very clearly at her face and seeing the most beautiful woman imaginable. Like imagine the most lusty and simultaneously sweet and innocent face. I told her I thought she was beautiful (I think we were already on each other's laps or something) and she kissed me. Then we fucked, right there on the auditorium floor. It was like we were still aware we were in an auditorium, but it was still our own world. It was so fucking freeing and great, the best dream sex I've ever had. After, we kissed again, but this time she said, "Let's keep it to this night, yeah?" with a smile. "Oh! ..Yeah!" I said, trying not to look disappointed. Then she disappeared into the crowded room. I wandered around the auditorium the rest of the night, occasionally getting into shenanigans, but still pre-occupied with the girl who left me hanging. The dream ends after I leave the party on a monkeybike.
Isabella Wirringworth - Wed, 26 Oct 2016 16:15:26 EST MJuf4i8n No.45318 Reply
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Just woke up from a weird one. The point where I remember things, I was closing at work. I work in a fast food restaurant. At the point where I was about to lock the doors, some random people that were friends with my co-worker came in or something along those lines. Eventually I was trying to get them to leave. But they all kept beating around the bush and avoided leaving multiple times.
They just kept multiplying, there came a point where I got a few of them to leave, but when I came back to the lobby, there was just more of them. They started watching a concert on a projection on the wall. More and more people kept randomly showing up. A lot of them looking like, having the face of, or my mind characterize them as such. It just escalated to the point where there were people in all the seats of the restaurant with me going around vehemently trying to get them to leave. There were points where I would try to talk but it would be like I lost my voice.
Near the end of the dream they were all being served food against my will. I went around trying to explain to them that this wasn't okay and that they had to leave. After a few tables of this I came to a really 50's style looking family where I talked to the father and mother figure. They seemed understanding but kept dismissing me at the same time. I came to the realization at this point that i was probably dreaming so I said them "Wait a minute, am I in a dream?" to which the mother figure replied, "No, you've lost your mind."
So then I became shocked and transported out of the dream. I started doing manual breathing exercises to help ease me out of the dream state. I ended up in a short amount of a kind of sleep paralysis, where I slightly opened my eyes and it was blurry (I do wear glasses) and there was a brownish figure in front of me. I screamed a few times, losing my cool, but it felt muffled. This is when I slowly actually rose from sleep. I have some really weird, intense dreams when I quit smoking weed, they get super detailed and lucid sometimes.
Archie Bambleforth - Thu, 27 Oct 2016 04:00:10 EST RtarMRWo No.45320 Reply
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Short but sweet one.
I'm way up high on an open floor of like an office building, in a skyscraper city. There's a Wendy's and I'm all "Nah" so I continue around the corner... and there's Taco Bell! Dreaming and hungry, this was like finding a desert oasis for some reason. I get in line and see a familiar friend ahead of me.

As we smalltalk and walk to the counter, I start to count the change in my pockets to see how much food I could get (happens IRL far too often) I had like 2.35. Friend orders her food and gets change, it's a $10 and 2 $1's. I asked her friendlylike if I could bum her $2, but she said she needed it later so I said ok, not really defeated at all.

JUST THEN FROM NOWHERE this kinda chubby cool Korean kid of high school age is behind me and goes "Hey dude, I'll just buy it for ya, what did you need?"

>day made when this kid buys me 4 beefy Fritos burritos!!! Thanks dream kid. Youdabes.
Rebecca Pickstock - Thu, 27 Oct 2016 14:04:35 EST MJuf4i8n No.45321 Reply
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Just woke up from a dream where I became fully lucid while in a conversation with two beautiful women. We were talking and the topic came up that I was in fact in a dream. So I asked if we could have sex and they accepted. One of the first dreams that I can remember where I woke up jizzing in my pants...
Ian Fangold - Thu, 27 Oct 2016 23:09:24 EST QhRbrhUp No.45322 Reply
you done been had, boy, watch out for them succubi
John Greenlock - Fri, 28 Oct 2016 19:57:38 EST lxIsaxZM No.45323 Reply
> have random 3d gearbox
> put it into science thing
> output is a globe
> it is a new invention in this time period
Phyllis Bimblegold - Sun, 06 Nov 2016 13:55:22 EST CydJnUEm No.45348 Reply
>had to get somewhere
>missed train
>decided to be a rebel and get on this little maintenance trolley that runs parallel to the tracks
>I'm scooting along, figure out that the trolley goes faster than the train itself so I will be at my destination in 33 minutes
>real maintenance crew shows up, gets on the trolley with me
>pretend to be a new hire but they are a little suspicious of me
>we go through this big house at one point, we are like little tiny dwarf people relative to its size
>it's full of toys and stuff
>there's this giant in the middle who is normal sized for the house, he has a normal body but his head is disconnected from his neck and floats above his body in a fishbowl
>he has christian chandler's face
>he gets mad and tries to smash us but we are too fast!
>wake up
Jarvis Blythelock - Wed, 16 Nov 2016 15:19:21 EST SSEZe8k0 No.45364 Reply
I dreamed that i was at a swimming pool with a lot of my highschool classmates.
Talked with my then good friend and woke up missing him.

Also, don't mind the following text
just posting it here so i can keep writing on it on another computer.

The thought put his mind into a spin, as if a plug had been pulled from the bottom of the world, and he felt himself slipping..

His consciousness fell into vertigo, a whirlpool that only increased in force the more he struggled against the current, but he would not stop. He could not let himself stop, for if he did he'd stop he would be sucked into that black sinkhole and cease to be.
But then, a distant sound pierced through to his awareness. It was something he could grab onto.
The ringing of a phone.
He let his ears swim towards the shores of solid reality, having the ringing of the phone as a sonic beacon.
Albert Chaddlewill - Wed, 07 Dec 2016 13:29:59 EST CydJnUEm No.45391 Reply
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>cardassians conquer present-day earth
>gul dukat wants to have a celebration
>gets a group of humans to design the party for him (homer and moe from the simpsons, don't remember others)
>they have full creative freedom
>party starts
>go down this long corridor that's been painted to look like space with sparkly stars and galaxies and stuff.
>get to a point where there's a conveyor belt that goes really fast to simulate "warp drive"
>conveyor belt takes you to a door
>wall around the door is decorated with depictions of random instances of humans doing things
>on the door itself is pic related
>go inside
>big room with little buildings inside it. looks like an overly exaggerated fake town, colors are way bright
>candy shops and bakeries are everywhere, feels a little wizard of oz-like or maybe like candyland because it's all whimsical

the overarching plot had more to do with the occupation itself but I forgot almost all of it
Eugene Shakedock - Fri, 23 Dec 2016 05:27:15 EST Y2u1ysGH No.45411 Reply
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>Internship at power plant
>Prepare barrels with unstable radioactive waste for destruction
>Worth a fortune
>Steal three barrels, open one of them to see how strong the container is
>Get them to my house
>Be unable to sell them because one is open
>Throw all three in the houshold thrash right before the garbage collector comes
>We have a refuse incineration plant in my town
Sadly I got waked up before anything really cool could happen
💤💤💤💤 - Sun, 25 Jun 2017 06:06:58 EST 2iQTXxFV No.45664 Reply
Hello me from 4 years ago.

My most recent dream involved trying to climax from oral but it hasn't been the same since back in the day.

Long story short, even if I try to force things, it never seems to either last long enough for me to get to a point, or it just takes forever for me to get there before waking up disappointed
Shit Pundlefore - Fri, 29 Jun 2018 14:30:51 EST PeDWH7yH No.46057 Reply
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Inverse lucid dreaming

Has anyone ever experienced this?

I had a dream lastnight, I was in a foreign city, and on a train on its' way to the airport to catch a plane, but suddenly I remembered that I had forgotton some items that I had bought while on holiday, so I rushed to catch another train back to where I thought I had left the items, but I only actually realised that I had left the items after receiving a strange note somehow on the train, and this was the trap. I went back to this specific place, went to where the objects were, and then suddenly was confronted by people, not definite people, vague people that looked vaguely like people I know in waking reality, and they started..questioning me in this instant, weird way, about the things I had bought on holiday, and my relation to them. They said they had noticed something about the objects in relation to me, that they somehow changed in relation to me, and that they had never seen objects do that before. In panic, I transformed one of the objects, a handbag, into a panicked face, and they all gasped..then their eyes began to grow, and stare at me, and seemed to encompass the surroundings, until the surroundings were a blur, and then I woke up, but it took a while to recover, and I still felt the eyes stare at me as if they were staring from within my head, those "people" from the dream still alive within me and realising me..they knew..

So instead of having a lucid dream in which I realised I was dreaming, the dream became lucid and realised I was dreaming it..it was so weird..
Molly Brangerwidging - Fri, 29 Jun 2018 17:01:42 EST pyCXV+0b No.46058 Reply
Not my last dream, but recently I had my first lucid dream. Sort of anyway. I basically woke up and was conscious of my surroundings in bed, but the dream continued, just kind of faded somehow. I immediately went outside and tried to fly but I could only kind of jump around and float for a bit before coming back down. Didn't last very long before the dream ended.
Eugene Becklefuck - Sun, 01 Jul 2018 20:04:03 EST pyCXV+0b No.46062 Reply
>wake up
>lying in bed trying to get back to sleep
>all of a sudden, holy shit, a mild earthquake!
>this is so cool, go running out into the living room but it's basically over by that time
>wake up in bed
>oh I guess I wasn't as unsuccessful as I thought I was getting back to sleep, it was just a dream
Alice Madgecheg - Mon, 02 Jul 2018 01:28:30 EST 3Z7sIVNw No.46064 Reply
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Complete Darkness, so silent that it is deafening. There is no Time, I have no body. I float in the void, but I can feel her right next to me. She is also without her vessel.

Pic not related
Phoebe Pittstock - Wed, 18 Jul 2018 06:13:28 EST EVbelNll No.46079 Reply
I was watching a movie and there were scenes of women being gang raped while their husbands were in the room crying.
Isabella Honeyridge - Mon, 13 Aug 2018 20:47:22 EST UhK+S2b8 No.46091 Reply
I was part of a band and was a rapper/producer. I was walking in a random place and trying to give somebody his glasses back. A guy said that he knew somebody and I gave home the glasses before realizing that he was lying. It was too late though. Then it was years in the future and I was in the matrix except animated.
Hamilton Buzzbury - Tue, 14 Aug 2018 15:44:54 EST QRKY41Hh No.46092 Reply
touched a cool girl's that I used to know thigh and as usual she was friendly and smiley to me. Was emotional. One of the highlights of my life during the last few days. Cool stuff. Cheers, my dreamer brothers and sisters too.
Priscilla Bettingwetch - Thu, 16 Aug 2018 12:14:51 EST PpOfi1OB No.46093 Reply
Was in a church basement talking to two people about hiphop. His the 99's had better quality artistic rappers but in modern times we have rappers who are more consisstent. They got offended when I said Kendrick might be the next tupac.
Martha Fusslesud - Sat, 18 Aug 2018 04:59:34 EST q58dLc/Z No.46094 Reply
I'm a wanted man, my friend is hitching me a ride down to the vast wasteland, I exit the car and wave goodbye one last time. I don't remember his face only that we shared a bond, I wonder the roads in the search of my hideout, walking my way to a metropolis, walking storefront to storefront. It's night out, as I head to one of my old homes I can already see the bright flashes of red and blue glittering and reflecting among the houses, 'They're searching for me,' I thought, as I head for the home I once knew.
Walking through the apartment complex, I could still see the siren flashes in the distance through the building window as I walking up the railed stairs. I fiddle my pockets for my key and put it out it against the door. The door opens, but what's within isn't my family, but complete strangers. They don't welcome me, they don't know me, they don't even see me. I'm not home, this is someone else's family.
Am I the stranger or are they, was I right to leave my friend?
Isabella Wungerbire - Sat, 01 Sep 2018 16:43:36 EST WpADqZ0t No.46109 Reply
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Was in school and got called into lunch. Lunch seemed to be pizza but alongisde the usual school pizza somone gave me a quite cheesy looking piece of pizza as well as a peppermint brick. I somehow walked home with it and started watching what was said to be a Breath of the Wild speedrun but was actually some co-op mod of San Andreas. I was reading a thread on an imageboard (420chan I think, since it had a grey and green theme) while I was letting it play in the background and clicked what turned out to be a shitty meme involving Hillary and Trump head statues that I guess were being built for some reason. However the image deepfried itself and dimmed before the screen corrupted and it turned into some sort of jumpscare. I woke up a few seconds after.
Isabella Wungerbire - Sat, 01 Sep 2018 16:45:08 EST WpADqZ0t No.46110 Reply
Also before you ask I'm 22 and graduated high school long ago. I don't think it's that rare for people to have dreams of back when they were in school.
Barnaby Siblingfield - Mon, 24 Sep 2018 01:05:50 EST h5+msgLh No.46119 Reply
last night I had a dream where I was choking my roommate while bashing his head into the wall. I must be sick of his bullshit and filth
Edwin Poblingfield - Sat, 17 Nov 2018 14:12:39 EST /WGYTotM No.46167 Reply
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Had a strange one last night, don't remember the beginning, but the last part of it;
Was trying to pass over some kind of canal by a tank over some wooden pathways, but they start to break down. Try to travel back, and just almost make it back (reach the first/final part of the pathway but don't have time to make it to the (?)).
No transition, just am in the water. Need to get to the other side, first have to swim past some kind of etheral cannons that shoot at regular intervals into the seabed. Over at the other side, there's this small array of headless bodies fastened by ropes or chains by their ankles to the bottom "hanging" up, and for each carcass there is some kind of shutter gate in the wall of the canal mirrored in the same geometry (as the array of bodies) opening and closing at regular intervals. I'm trying to hold my breath under the water, but when I can't anymore I breath with my mouth without opening it, and as I'm near the gates there's this foul stench/taste in the water that gets stronger every time they open.
I kind of swim away from it, and as I get further down the canal I tear open this huge canvas draping (that could not be seen before doing so) and push past it, and just past I hold this man standing in the utmost front of a old big wood boat (me still being in the canal by my lower half), whom I kiss and pledge alliance.
Eliza Dankinstane - Thu, 06 Dec 2018 23:08:02 EST qMfXDCVG No.46180 Reply
>Be me
>Outside by a pool
>Cute pink hair girl, fully nude, extremely horny, rubbing her clit while waiting for me to stick my cock in her
>Girlfriend comes home
>Oh fuck, put pants back on
>Didn't get to fuck, and girlfriend is insecure now

Meh, wish I could fuck other girls without my girlfriend getting insecure
Nathaniel Beddleford - Fri, 07 Dec 2018 21:23:53 EST qMfXDCVG No.46181 Reply
i still want to fuck her, i dont even want to beat my dick
Emma Dartville - Sun, 09 Dec 2018 02:06:11 EST Jlph8JR5 No.46185 Reply
Dream girls are the worst cock teases out there. Glad I dream as seldom as I do.
I feel you on the fap, feels like getting a butter only sandwhich instead of a hamburger you've just smelled and looked at.
Ebenezer Blussleman - Thu, 07 Mar 2019 23:50:33 EST Cbu5yoaL No.46193 Reply

>as if they were staring from within my head, those "people" from the dream still alive within me and realising me.

That's just the machine elves, bro.
Betsy Fibberkud - Mon, 11 Mar 2019 23:24:09 EST Hgx+dk5e No.46194 Reply
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it was sleep paralysis. I was in my bedroom but everything was stretched like a polar coordinate filter. i didn't recognize it. i was immobile and screaming for help for what seemed like forever. then i regained control of my body like nothing happened
Molly Fuckingman - Fri, 26 Apr 2019 13:57:33 EST ywvUPnPp No.46222 Reply
>vampire antichrist causes a worldwide blackout except for one city
>he literally identified himself as the vampire antichrist
>looks like an anime villain except in 3D, has fangs, red eyes, pale skin and an outlandish costume complete with shadowy robes and this large ring suspended above his shoulders
>says our lives were planned so that he could overrun the world with vampires and steal the world's essence
>the one city is kept alive as a source of sustenance
>go to the city, it's lit with neon purple lights
>there's loud dance music playing, everyone is partying in the streets and acting like they're on acid or mdma
>there are vampires standing around but they aren't dancing or anything
>vision zooms out and I see the city getting smaller and smaller, surrounded by blackness
Betsy Blythefield - Sun, 28 Apr 2019 21:59:34 EST bdEytq9t No.46223 Reply
>dreamthat I'm peeing in a cup
Betsy Blythefield - Sun, 28 Apr 2019 22:00:55 EST bdEytq9t No.46224 Reply
Wups I had submit early
>Dream im peeing in a cup
>Wake up cumming in my pants
What does it mean
I havent had a wet dream in years im 22 years old ffs
Shitting Fugglesotch - Mon, 29 Apr 2019 05:02:25 EST yY4We+E+ No.46225 Reply

Hell yeah, I woke from a dream where I was with Naomi Campbell and I licked her pussy and sucked on her clit, and she loved it
Cedric Greenlock - Thu, 02 May 2019 01:16:38 EST PX+0HmS4 No.46229 Reply
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Dreamt of running from the cops in my old ride then dreamt I fucked a beautiful girl (latina or arabian?) while choking her

I'm a broken man
Esther Lightdale - Mon, 20 May 2019 17:32:21 EST 1YPmtqIT No.46238 Reply
The thing I remember most from my dream last night was a dude whose dick I had cut off earlier taking my head and shoving it in his crotch and then pissing on my face. It was really disturbing. Gotta remember not to wear too many covers when withdrawing from weed. Being too hot at night is an instant recipe for unpleasantness in dreams for me and the weed withdraw just made it extra vivid.
Emma Pockstone - Mon, 27 May 2019 10:45:15 EST ywvUPnPp No.46246 Reply
I was in this special math class
Did abysmally poor because I didn't do my homework
This one girl gave me a xanax that was comically large. In the dream it worked because in situations where I would ordinarily be anxious I was not.
Teacher talked me down and everyone laughed because I drew out a cartesian plane or whatever you call it without a straight edge. Basically said I was an idiot out of my depth. I flipped them off when they weren't looking, but instantly regretted it because they were right.
The problems were a lot more abstract than I was expecting. I don't remember them all but one was like, determining the meaning of specific traits using three different pictures, with each trait having an identical meaning across those pictures.
There was a family with a pink heart, a black (black black not racial black) woman, a white man and a white child.
Then on the second one there were three black men, each holding a dead lover in their arms, one of them pink and two of them white, I think
And the third was a white wojak, upside down on his head in a contemplative position, looking like an acrobat, with black tattoos all over. I don't remember there being any pink in there.
The traits were something like shape/form, orientation, the different colors, the number of objects, etc. and people were debating how many traits there were.
In the end the meaning was something like being an angry vegan troll (which is supposed to represent me)

God I don't want my brain anymore
Phineas Willerhudge - Mon, 10 Jun 2019 10:19:30 EST aRGoetmr No.46251 Reply
  • had a revolver
  • tried to push out the barrel
  • gun crumbles to rust

interpret pls
Shitting Cleblingmure - Wed, 12 Jun 2019 09:18:46 EST Eevfq5Cj No.46253 Reply
Scene one: I am some sort of a reporter in a big city. Reporting on some sort of black power group. Turns out the leadership sold out and is living a high life and use the position to keep other blacks down. I report on this and the resulting riots tear the city apart.

Scene Two: leaving the city. Use an electric BMX tricycle thing to go through rough terrain. Basically steal a bunch of ramen, energy drinks, and beer from a Target and hit the road. Destabilizing of that city seems to have spread. Cars lined up on freeway stalled out. People have gotten out to walk. I walk my vehicle among them.

Scene three: towards California, which has been destroyed by a intrusive species of palm tree which grows as fast as bamboo. I get word my sister is living in the middle of a palm forest now. I see semi-trucks stopped dead by the palms. I ride my ATV through the forest and see many crabs eating at the palms. I reach the cabin by evening, and my sister begins to cook dinner. I look out the window and see giant (2ft) rats eating the crabs; I turn on the porch light and they all stop amd stare. I see in the edge of the light, cats the size of dogs in packs, killing off the rats. I ask my sister for a machete for protection. She grants me a kukri. I hear that the breakdown of society has plunged most of the US into constant violence, but there are planned communities to the north where everything is somewhat normal.

Scene four: after resting at my sister's cabin, I head north, eating from the palms and crabs. Eventually, the palms stop and I find myself in an old growth pine forest in the pacific northwest. I eventually find this compound there, and the guards there strip me and question me (why the machete? who are you? Yadda yadda) Given I am a refugee with no family I am assigned as a servant to a family. I help a middle aged man clean out his garage as I tell of the collapse happening outside. I meet his family and think to myself that everything is gonna be alright.
Reuben Saffingshit - Sat, 15 Jun 2019 08:58:57 EST Lp/xvyVe No.46255 Reply
I'm outside, and there is John Bolton, US National Security Advisor, getting into a fancy black sedan with tinted windows. I run up to him, "Excuse me, Mr. Bolton!" He lowers the window, now inside the vehicle, but doesn't say anything, instead staring at me with a look of indifference. I say "Mr. Bolton, I know you're in a position of great power, and I wanted to urge you to end the war in Yemen. Millions of people are on the verge of death- so much suffering. Please consider ending it."

Dear God I'm having political dreams.
Nicholas Nonningsadge - Sun, 30 Jun 2019 09:05:13 EST ZFKcdswF No.46262 Reply
It's a bit spotty but

I was robbing this place with two other people and I was a doctor who-esqe character. We got caught and I escaped, I guess we were in some kind of alien dimension, but I stayed in some peoples house. The room they gave me had a mass of sentient cockroaches, which they talked out of my room. I woke up after that.
Fuck Hundlemetch - Tue, 09 Jul 2019 19:40:40 EST l93+nDBG No.46271 Reply
Despite almost drowning as a kid, I had my first dream related to that topic last night. I wasn't panicking though, thankfully.

I was in a subway station near the arctic circle and it was getting late. Something happened and water was rushing in from the upstairs entrance. Thankfully I was able to open a glass door somewhere and I was able to escape. There was more to the dream but it wasn't exciting.
George Sattingchere - Thu, 11 Jul 2019 15:31:02 EST oqKpUcd8 No.46272 Reply
I had a dream about a black family, that was not standoffish or avoidant of me and my white family. The seemed not have any problems or a care in the world, and were really truly enjoying life.
Charlotte Piddletod - Fri, 19 Jul 2019 13:25:05 EST ywvUPnPp No.46275 Reply
I was at a dinner party event with some people. Waiters were going around to the tables with different dishes to sample. I had this broccoli that looked a little off. Turned out to be poisonous, I died. I was a ghost for a little bit, and I saw people go through my personal belongings. I couldn't touch anything. I wanted to bring my phone with me, but couldn't. Someone was on my computer and installed a new operating system. I looked out the window, it was night out. I saw thousands of pairs of eyes looking at me. I realized these were other people who died. I went through the window and then I crossed over to the other side. I regretted leaving so soon, because I could not go back. It was still dark. I felt kind of sad because there was no epiphany about the meaning of life, no welcome from divine intelligences, and no expanded perspective. It was life continuing as usual except now I'm a ghost. I felt like I had wasted my life.

Everything was still dark. At this point I went lucid and brought it up to greyscale, then I made it full color. I was bouncing from cloud to cloud, trying to remember how to steer while flying. My boots were really heavy. I remember being scared that they would fall off while I was flying, but I figured that I could create new ones if they did. Later I realized I should have thought about whether or not they may injure someone, but I didn't.

At some point I found myself in a tattoo parlor/prison intake/prison discharge. Prisoners in orange jumpsuits were getting their names tattooed on their arms. I got pretty aroused for some reason, so I rubbed out a quick one and blood came out. I was wondering where I was in real life and if anyone could see me doing this there.

The guy who was doing the tattoos finished with the person in front of me and called my brother's name. I told him that I'm the other sibling but it's okay because people often make the mistake of calling me his name, partially because he has a lot more notoriety than I do. In light of this he called me by my name, mispronounced, and asked to see identifying documents. I got them out. I asked him why we were getting these tattoos. He told me something along the lines of being an agent of pain. I didn't want to get one if it would hurt and I wasn't sure why I was there in the first place, so I left to bounce on clouds again. Then I woke up I think.

I was almost attacked by a dog earlier yesterday that could have very easily killed me and might have if things went differently. I wonder if it has anything to do with that.
Henry Gellershit - Tue, 06 Aug 2019 00:41:53 EST QFRYu2Rp No.46286 Reply
Last one I can remember was saturday night
I had a dream I went to visit my brother and his family who live in Ohio. Then i woke up on sunday and saw there was a shooting in Dayton, the city in which they work. But I read more and saw it happened at like 2 am in a nightlife area of the city. My brother and his wife are too boring to know about that life.

still it's a barely interesting coincidence.
Beatrice Benkinhall - Wed, 14 Aug 2019 17:13:07 EST ywvUPnPp No.46292 Reply
I had another dream about dying. I don't remember how it happened, but after I died I found myself in a doctor's office with other people who were waiting to be judged. I was on the plane of mechanus (d&d plane of absolute law). Someone there had a dog that was growling at me like the dog that almost attacked me the day before my last dream ITT. When I was called up I was nervous because I was pretty sure I was going to hell. There were two rooms, one labelled "I did" and another labelled "I didn't" (implied that it meant did or didn't do something guilty). I was led into the "I did" room. The walls were black and they were decorated with these neon star stencilings. There were a bunch of emo looking kids decked out in hot topic clothes sitting around in the room. I was relieved because I thought I wasn't in hell after all, when a voice corrected me saying that I was. I thought that if this is hell it isn't so bad. The voice then said that I had to come back later to decide if I belonged there, and I was teleported out.

I wanted to know what was behind the "I didn't" door so I entered into an abandoned shopping mall where I knew the doctor's office was. At first it was a normal shopping mall but dilapidated and abandoned with signs falling apart, dirt everywhere and flickering lights. As I progressed it gradually became more like an alien machinescape, but it wasn't scary because all of the weird devices and machinery were still broken down and clearly abandoned. I saw a green light emanating from a store front advertising psychic readings, where I knew the doctor's office was. I woke up right as I was entering.
Sophie Shakeshit - Mon, 19 Aug 2019 20:18:49 EST ONZ0corC No.46293 Reply
Standing on high deck at top of building. Man is running as if he doesn't know he's about to fall off and falls. Second man identical to first man does the same but at the last moment notices and tries to stop at the edge but it's too late. Third man is identical to the other two but gives an impression that he's determined to jump off the edge. They are on the street, but not quite dead, groaning and bleeding and trying to claw along the sidewalk. I'm unable to talk to or physically intervene and can only see it happen. Weird dream.
Beatrice Fammlecocke - Tue, 20 Aug 2019 01:26:12 EST 95Ee7MjZ No.46294 Reply
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Banging a cute stoner chick I know that I'm not supposed to bang. I mean, honestly that is really every dream. I remember them all but that is like every dream. I'm a piece of shit.
Graham Fanhood - Fri, 23 Aug 2019 04:44:40 EST jdso/YpT No.46304 Reply

So I run into my ex-girlfriend (M) and my old-male-friend-who-moved-away-to-another-state-some-years-ago (C). I see them both jump on the express bus to downtown. I try to follow them but the door closes, and I now I am hanging onto the outside of this bus, really worried about falling off and dying, as it travels down the road at 50 mph. Eventually it stops and I am able to enter the bus.

M still has nothing to say to me; we all get off at the next stop and she wanders off to buy groceries or something. I feel angry and jealous to see C hanging out with M, but he's also an old friend so we go for a walk and catch up.

We wander into a parking garage and just start climbing. Sometimes with stairs or ladders or clambering from one ramp level to another. The garage just goes on and on. C starts asking about me and I tell him I'm going to college; I changed my major from comp/sci to horticulture because comp/sci was a sausagefest.

How is that working out for you?

ME: It's nice to be in a place with lots of women. I can just wander around and socialize.

Do you get any good results from that?

ME: Well, what usually happens is I'll talk to lots of girls and get, like one positive interaction every couple days. After that one conversation I'll just feel really tired because I need some rest and some space for myself, so I'll just keep to myself for a while after that. Such things rarely go anywhere.

Is that the only reason you're going?

ME: No. I figure I'm only going to become more busy as I get older. It's already hard to keep up with my jobs and school at the same time. If I don't do it now, I'm not sure I'll ever do it.

ME: How'd you meet M?

Then just silence from C. He just wanders off and leaves me alone in this 3-dimensional concrete puzzlemaze.

I really hope my ex wants me back. I have a lot of dreams where I feel upset about seeing her move on and meet someone new.
Jarvis Croddlebanks - Fri, 23 Aug 2019 21:18:40 EST R/QvMMaG No.46307 Reply
I had a dream about me visiting a prostitute who would make porn movies to sell
In one of herjmovies she got fucked by 3 old dudes who are freemasons
Then I had a flashback of these 3 men doing a conjuration ritual
where a little devil like being got conjured which jumped onto one of the guys throat and choked him while the other 2 tried to get it off
I was sitting there with the prostitute and had a huge boner, but I just talked with her about stuff and the freemasons
I wanted her to know that we're ruled by these people and the illuminati.
Then I woke up with a raging boner.
Basil Fugglelad - Sun, 25 Aug 2019 19:00:38 EST ONZ0corC No.46309 Reply
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Dreamed I was at some kind of place with books. Am leafing through a book at the shop counter and because it's a dream I'm not sure what's written on there, it looks all blurry and changing, and judging from the art on the book cover it looks like it could be a math textbook. There's a price sticker on it. It says something like 2600 and some codified currency letters and symbols that I've never seen before like $SA. I also notice there's some pages torn out of it and some pages literally look like brown wrinkled pieces of velum or leather or something. I ask the lady how much the book costs in a currency I know. She says: "40 thousand." with the cigarette in her mouth bobbing up and down with the syllables. The dream ended there. I don't know if I was a dumbass enough in this dream to buy a torn book that I can't read with weird things between the pages for an exorbitant amount of money that I don't have while in some kind of demented state where I don't know what I'm doing or where I am.
Basil Fugglelad - Sun, 25 Aug 2019 19:20:32 EST ONZ0corC No.46310 Reply
Same night dreamed about some kind of war scene except it was weird. It's at a river. There are hundreds of dead naked bodies in the river. A little girl in officers uniform shoots another identical girl who was wading knee deep in the river for some reason. Even though shot from behind she's suddenly oriented some paradoxical way floating face up and convulsing while yelling in German: "Ich bin nicht im Krieg!"
Shit Fullerstock - Mon, 26 Aug 2019 10:53:11 EST PX+0HmS4 No.46311 Reply
So, I had this dream, maybe five years ago or so. There was this strange choir music that interchanged harmonies in a way that sounded like it was both going up and down at the same time. I can't replicate it in real life, and I can't recall the entire song altogether. But all I do remember was that it terrified me, somehow, like the face of total oblivion. It doesn't terrify me anymore, but occasionally it pops up in my dreams. I'm generally not a superstitious person so I'm thinking this is some kind of latent fear or something manifesting in the subconscious since my conscious mind has grown used to ignoring it.

I've had music I couldn't replicate occur in trips, too, namely on NM-2201 and LSD.
Archie Shittingshit - Fri, 30 Aug 2019 18:50:52 EST ywvUPnPp No.46313 Reply
I had a dream where my brother told me that I amputated him as a joke when I was little. I cut off my own fingers as compensation. Throughout the dream he was harassing me through the streets, and I was running away from him. Then he revealed to me that I never amputated him at all, his limbs grew back, and that it was all a joke he was playing on me. I took this cream that he was applying to his limbs, and I covered him in it. I applied it to his entire body and then I took a sheet and pressed the sheet onto him. It stuck because of the cream. And I started pressing and massaging, his flesh and bones were dissolving until there was nothing left but organs. At this point I couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead or whether he was suffering. I hesitated momentarily. But i kept on until there was nothing left of him.
Matilda Dripperbury - Fri, 30 Aug 2019 21:43:57 EST ywvUPnPp No.46314 Reply
I know that this dream isn't about my brother
It's weirder than that
My brain just assigns familiar faces sometimes
Ernest Pindlepot - Thu, 05 Sep 2019 08:19:35 EST 3EnPaSo/ No.46316 Reply
>Dreamt I was hanging out with my gf (don't have one irl)
>Still lives with her parents and brothers in big house
>Just chilling and goofing off, wholesome fun
>Suddenly turns into some sort lovecraftian horror/survival movie
>demons and monsters that appear from darkness and shadows are attacking the house
>wake up with sleep paralysis, drenched in sweat
>terrified out of my mind because those monsters are lurking about in the darkness
>somewhat come to my senses after a few seconds (felt like minutes) and manage to move
>frantically run around my appartment to turn on every light
>Just sit in my living room for a while with what was probably a thousand yard stare
>Finally calm down and went back to sleep (I kept the lights on)

Good times.
Shitting Bummerwack - Thu, 05 Sep 2019 14:48:43 EST 1Lq1dL4I No.46317 Reply
I often dream about having a gf that way (no evil shadows though). Pretty much never in any sexual context, I'm just lonely :(

One of the main reasons I smoke weed; to supress dreams. They just make me sad most of the time.
Caroline Siffingforth - Sun, 15 Sep 2019 13:27:26 EST N1zTld02 No.46322 Reply

I used to dream about one of my exes a lot. We broke up on bad terms, and I would have dreams that I would be out somewhere like a mall or a party and see her in the distance hanging out with some of her friends. I'd usually try to go up to her and talk, but she would always wander off, or I would feel too ashamed to speak to her. Eventually the dreams started becoming sort of positive, and I had a few where we talked to each other, and even one or two where she forgave me.

Those dreams actually really, really helped me come to terms with my emotional pain associated with her. Sometimes they made me really sad though and I woke up crying. Positive in the long run though.
Edwin Bezzlestag - Sat, 21 Sep 2019 12:09:23 EST bG5T7U2x No.46325 Reply
My last dream I was back in school, elementary school I think at least there were classmates from elementary school there and the teacher wanted me to do something, but I just had this big freak out where I refused to do anything and started ranting about how everything was pointless because global warming was going to destroy the ecosystem and everyone is just sitting around acting like things are normal. I just kept telling them to fuck off because nothing mattered anymore and made a huge scene.

I'm obviously working out some issues here.
Lydia Brorringshaw - Fri, 27 Sep 2019 00:02:18 EST 5lEp1Rb0 No.46334 Reply
I have sleep paralysis so I think I'm gonna start writing these down, they're terrifying lmao, I've had some real gems since realizing I had SP since my childhood. This was today: driving, looking through songs on my playlist. One starts playing, looks like it is by death grips or something. Cover art looks like zodiac killer, but paper bag is long, almost like a totem on a human body. Sound is droning and repetative (like the intro to some actual death grips songs, but maybe some moaning in there and continual). I change it, cover art now looks like mother in Coraline but with white rings for eyes instead of buttons. I change songs again and it goes to the old picture. I search panic! At the Disco, the same song plays. I say "ok Google, play panic at the Disco" and I hear the acknowledge noise, but I know what is coming. The same song plays. I throw my phone out the window into a grass field off the side of the road. I stop my car. The car behind me stops and a car stops in front of my in the opposite lane (facing me). I see a woman get out behind me, I get out to retrieve my phone, wave at her without looking at her. As I pass the stopped car in the opposite lane, I see that the passenger is the Coraline looking woman with the white rings eyes. I turn around and look at the woman who got out of her car. Her face is the other cover art I saw, like a paper bag, but too tall, like a totem pole on a persons body. She points to the phone for me to get it, I hear the music playing louder now. I grab my head and scream, I am about to run at the woman pointing and attack her, because I realize that this is a nightmare and bad things will happen to me, but then I say to myself "you're sleeping you can wake up, you went to Alex's house (earlier part of the dream) and got tired from all the driving so you parked on the side of the road and slept. Wake up. Close yours eyes and pull yourself out of this, pull yourself back to consciousness." I close my eyes for a few seconds and open them. I am in the room I actually fell asleep in, I breathe a sigh of relief and remember that going to my friend's house was also part of the dream, but something is not right. I cannot move. In the corner of the room is the paper-bag-head. Fear. I blink hard and now I can move, my heart is beating a mile a minute, it is 3 am. No more sleeping for me that night!
Lydia Brorringshaw - Fri, 27 Sep 2019 00:14:13 EST 5lEp1Rb0 No.46335 Reply
Another fun sleep paralysis story: I am in college, living with my roommate. I wake up and cannot move. I look towards the bathroom. I cannot see inside because of the layout of the room, but the light begins flickering. Something is wrong. I see a figure in the doorway now. I am not looking directly at it, it looks like the grudge girl though. She/it falls to the ground on all fours, arms and legs at odd angles. She moves towards me on the tile floor. I close my eyes in terror. Each movement forward sounds like someone banging on a door. She is next to my bed now. My bed is lofted high up with a dresser beneath it, so I cannot see her. I hear her climb up the dresser, each movement again as loud as someone banging on the door, like she is punching through my dresser to climb it. My eyes are closed, but I know she is next to me now. I hear her breathing, I can hear her move her face over mine. I feel a breath on me and then I can move again, and no one is there.

Some more:

My gf at the time knew I had sleep paralysis, and I can breathe in a way to move my stomach up and down to possibly indicate to her I'm having an episode. We have talked about this before but she has never caught me in one. She is due to come to my dorm one day, I take a little nap before she gets there. I wake up, notice I am in sleep paralysis. I hear her open the door, to the main room (my dorm was apartment style, so she walks into the living room before my bedroom), and hear her walk towards my room. Good good, she'll finally see me in sleep paralysis and maybe she can get me out or whatever. She's standing in the doorway looking at me. I breathe hard to move my stomach, she doesn't move. For reference, she has black hair and often wore all black while we dated...I wonder why she isn't moving or reacting. I try s reaming out to her, no real voice comes out because I'm in sleep paralysis. I try to move so much, my hand moves the slightest bit. I feel such fear. Why doesn't she help me. Suddenly it is over and I can move again. My girlfriend was never there, I was alone the whole time. She comes over an hour later.
Lydia Brorringshaw - Fri, 27 Sep 2019 00:41:31 EST 5lEp1Rb0 No.46336 Reply
Two regular dreams that fucked me up:

I fall down something like an elevator shaft, and am only minorly injured, and I have radio communication with a team at the top that they're trying to help, but the hatch at the top is stuck. It begins filling with water. They keep telling me they are going to try and help, then after a while there is a pause and they tell me they cannot save me and that I will die by drowning. I speak to many people over the radio and they all express their condolences. I am so afraid, but then I reach peace. I realize that I will die and that nothing can save me, so there is no need to be afraid. I am ready for death, and when the water covers me I close my eyes and embrace death. I wake up. I cried for like 30 minutes after that dream, so fucked up to accept death. So fucked up. Got me weird for like a month after.


Father died because of a terminal illness. Gradually declined over 1.5 years and his voice degraded and he became an invalid before dying. So many dreams that he is alive, where the premise is "remember when we thought you were dead? Oh wow bad times glad you're alive", then I wake up and have to square with the fact that my dad is dead all over again. He died years ago and this still happens. Maybe bright side is that he got pissed at me and was about to attack me in my dream (seems like it was about to crossover into a monster nightmare. I have many dreams where normal people are interacting with me and then they shiver and bones break etc. Revealing monstrous qualities before they attack me. This begins to happen and I go "look man you're dead what the hell are you even gonna do? Gonna hit me with a Judi chop?" dream becomes literally hilarious as the threat is so completely diffused as I start miming some exaggerated karate moves saying dumb shit like "gonna hit me with that roundhouse kick and yer judi chop there? You're dead! You can't do shit!" So maybe dream me is realizing that father is dead and not to fall into the trap, maybe will help waking me's mornings lmao.

Also uncanny valley that happened this month:

It's a commercial for some generic company. Men in button downs and ties saying how great X company is, but they're all sweating too much. Something is wrong. Keeps cutting to different scenes. One is crying while giving his pitch but is acting like nothing is wrong and keeps looking off camera. (My perspective is that of the camera, or camera man). Scene cuts to me walking towards a door ajar. I look inside and see a man breaking down crying talking to something that I can't see in the room, "please no, please don't make me". Cut to next scene, same room, someone else is giving a pitch about the printer in that room. They're very very distressed while giving this pitch, they're sweating and looking off camera. They look at me, begin whimpering and say "run" or "get out" or something.

Sometimes the bad sleep paralysis is so terrifying I actually find it hilarious in the moment, and sometimes I have great dreams because I can, on occasion, lucid dream and fuck around, but man honestly if I could just flip a switch and get rid of this sleep paralysis and nightmare shit and just have dreamless sleep forever I would in a heartbeat. Shits stressful and always comes in waves.
Basil Sapperwill - Fri, 27 Sep 2019 17:33:11 EST 0pTcwefn No.46338 Reply
not my last dream but i remember the first wet dream of my life had my 50 year ol mother and my grandmother and some other female relatives at the beach
Edwin Duffingchitch - Mon, 30 Sep 2019 14:16:37 EST TYAHT9Ur No.46343 Reply
>Be in an alternate reality
>Watching coverage of new products being worked out with Yu-Gi-Oh!
>Duel Disk technologies with holograms like in the series was being showcased
>New anime series
>Yu-Gi-Oh! had the same world popularity if not more so than peak Pokémon as well as mixed with today
>Instead of losing the Shounen Jump tournament in 2006 I won it in this reality
>I also won two World Championships and the 150th YCS instead of losing at them
>The ending of the dream had me being flown out to Japan to be the American representative
>At the airport in Japan I go outside the doors to a bright light
>wake up
Priscilla Honeyfuck - Tue, 01 Oct 2019 18:04:39 EST ItFQbEUu No.46344 Reply
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>Go to the first day of my new job.
>its Walmart/Fred Myer/whatever
>go to the back room.
>Its a massive warehouse.
>Inter com tells us that we are going to watch a message from the CEO
>For some reason I don't care until a large woman walks up behind me, holds me with her tits about level with my head and tells me I have to watch.
>surprise its Inoki.
>he gives a long speech in Japanese with out sub titles.
>after word the girl asks if I wanted to smoke
>say yes
>get lit
>later I run into her again after her boy friend leaves her
>we talk
>wake up before sex

What does this mean?
William Droggleshaw - Tue, 08 Oct 2019 23:42:50 EST ywvUPnPp No.46351 Reply
Had a really fucked up dream last night
It's difficult to even describe
People on the chans often meme that I'm schizo when replying to my shitposts but this made me feel like it might actually be coming true
My senses were really discombobulated like I would be feeling or seeing myself doing something but I would actually be doing something else, and each of my senses was split off like it was its own thing
My body went completely numb and a lady was shaking me, telling me to get my act together because a republican was elected in the house of representatives (of my mind) and I had to get rid of him
The metaphor was lost on me and I was like what I don't care about politics
Then there was this pattern in my head and I was being enticed to complete it but I knew if I completed it I'd go insane forever, so I kept trying to ignore it and not accidentally complete it
It's like these thoughts were trying to pull me in with a physical gravity
I just wanna sleep
Jist - Sun, 13 Oct 2019 16:50:37 EST XOnF3deH No.46352 Reply
So I don't usually dream. Been dealt one I suppose. I got a blanket, a nice bro 5k to fabricater, any way I just about beating the piss out of my g man. Woke up with it smelling like a whole bottle of musk. A swear I fuckin woke right after due to it bein warm.
Eliza Blackworth - Fri, 25 Oct 2019 00:31:51 EST BTlhWFf9 No.46362 Reply
was in my place of work

Trump was there, undercover as an employee, but I knew it was Trump

eventually he revealed himself and I was like "haha I knew"
Nigel Sirringbut - Fri, 25 Oct 2019 05:38:04 EST qnlrYxcg No.46365 Reply
One of my best friends died a couple years ago (irl not in dream world)

Last night I dreamt that me and him plotted a heist and successfully made off with like huge bags of cash and somehow switched cars right after the heist to get away from the cops. We ended up in a third swap into an RV to continue the getaway, he brought out an enormous bag of coke and started doing lines, I stayed sober (focused on keeping these huge bags of cash secured) and drove. It was a great time and I miss him dearly today after that dream.
Hedda Pittwill - Sat, 09 Nov 2019 03:23:28 EST yKMdu4jU No.46384 Reply
I was in a mall where cops were searching everyone's cell phones, but all of the phones were sex toys.
Ebenezer Nemmleham - Mon, 11 Nov 2019 06:09:06 EST N1zTld02 No.46385 Reply
I was somewhere in the suburbs of a city when a firefight broke out between government soldiers and protesters and I woke up after watching a young, innocent bystander twist and crumple to the ground after being deliberately targeted by soldiers while trying to run for safety. I was yelling and screaming like, "FUCK WHAT THE FUCK," and then woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.

It seems to be a trend for me to have dreams like this where fucked up things keep happening right in front of me and I'm helpless to stop them and all I can do is stand there and scream before waking up. I used to have recurring dreams about being a soldier in various wars and getting killed in combat, but lately it's been having to watch people die in front of me and it really bothers me.
Martha Hongerded - Mon, 02 Dec 2019 18:24:20 EST HowskoZZ No.46413 Reply
Physic vision, I was at a laboratory and rushed towards a large standing container. There w