/hikki/ - Hikikomori

>>7663

I've had dreams with recurring themes since childhood. There's really only a couple. It's usually nighttime, near midnight. I'm always alone. Occasionally I meet people during my dream, but we always split up. Any bathroom floors in my dreams are always filthy and unevenly tiled with large puddles of urine covering the floor. During nightmares there's a gigantic, unseen, unknowable entity chasing me.

I do wonder if all of this means anything. Come to think of it, I've never had any of the supposedly common dreams, what with teeth falling out and public nudity and all.

The dreams are real life. This is a dream. Stop waking up. Works for me.

Most of my dreams are cryptic and cinematic. I wish I could go live there.

I wonce dreamed that I was hugging a woman down the street and across from a waffle house. Never been their but that's with I saw. I pivot with my eyes closed. There was a chain link fence that separated a yard that ended in dimly illuminated. The house was white plastic siding, the kind with '\' shape going down the side. The hug feels warm and continuous. I join her in said. She dismisses her self to take a shower. The room is dimly lit in green. there is a bed to my left under a large slated window with plants. Other the window the room is dark. I distract myself by sitting down at the table (low coffee table) and start painting on red (#ea360e) paint over a scratch on a pencil case. I'm using a wired paint brush that has a 3 way tip made of gray metal felt and a slender black handle. The three parts of the brush make me think of tulips.

After that I wake up.

I don't dream a lot. This is the most complicated dream I've had.

>>7663

Several years ago I used to have nightmares every single night without exception, ranging from bad psychedelic trips in dream form to being trapped as a spectator in first-person view to me butchering people sometimes randomly in city alleyways other times during large battles, occasionally getting tortured and feeling every bit of it. One day I just decided to skip sleeping for as long as I could, and went to sleep 6 days later around 5am. Ever since then sleeping during the day is fine, but sleeping during the day is an almost guaranteed nightmare.

Nowadays my dreams are often random and quickly forgotten, but there is a roughly bi-weekly night where I dream I'm aboard a gigantic deserted spaceship. Sometimes I start in the same spot, sometimes not, but it is always the same spaceship for over the years I've come to recognize many parts of it and draw out a rough map of it on paper. Cafeterias, sleeping dormitories, bathrooms with row upon row of sinks and showers, luxurious guest chambers, the cavernous engineering room with what looked like several inert gigantic nuclear reactors, weapon decks that stretch way beyond what my eyes can see, alleyways and corridors that range from barely being traversable while crouched to big enough to fit at least a dozen cars alongside one another half that on top of each other, a couple times I stumbled upon a behemoth of an embarkation deck with several bulky spacecraft (by the looks of it they were cargo or light troop transports, they had no visible weaponry and relatively light armor) and cranes and crates stacked everywhere. The most bizarre part of this continuous dream (does such a term apply here?) is that I always have an urge to go somewhere specific and that's how I discover new areas amidst the stupendously large labyrinth of copy-and-paste corridors and tunnels, as if my legs are moving off of muscle memory or I'm being guided/manipulated. I've also never been able to find a bridge, porthole, or any kind of text either - only roman numericals in various colours from time to time. Unfortunately I wake up randomly as far as I can tell, sometimes I walk and explore until the pain in my legs gets so bad that if I stop walking I'll just collapse, other times I wake up having only walked through nondescript corridors for a couple minutes and found nothing new. And always completely alone, , with no signs of life and no noises besides the ones produced by me.