No.12405
>lets get some oc up in here
>be me
>3ish
>have nightmares
>spooks inbound
>be on bed
>spooky skeleton man approaches
>featureless, in retrospect looks like a mummy
>walks towards me from open door
>light pours in
>can't move, whole body asleep
>pins and needles
>tries to move
>man walking slowly
>[spook intensifies]
>touches me
>wakes up sweaty
>almost crying
these dreams happened a couple times
No.12460
>in some kind of dream/nightmare
>driving normally but the view was sort of on the road
>suddenly I teleport outside, I'm stuck to the ground and can't move
>there's some cereal boxes next to me, on the other side is some completely black shadowy figure slowly creeping towards me
That was it, pretty shitty dream now that I think about it.
No.12461
ive forgotten to do lucid dreams, ill have to get back into them
No.12484
>be on a bridge, small river under it
>complete darkness, turn on flashlight and point it at the water
>nothing here, just water
>turn flashlight off, after some time turn on again
>fucking black human like figure standing in the water
>wake up spooked like hell
>be me, 6 yo when this happened
>walk down the stairs in some high building
>2 doors at every level
>keep going down
>boots standing near door
>come closer and look at them
>they fucking started howling and jumping around
>wake up crying and screaming
My life was never the same
Sorry if shitty english
No.12500
>go through the motions of a recurring dream I have about meeting old friends from highschool
>once that's over I'm at the bottom of a hill in a crevice, somewhere that looks like isolated countryside
>there's a river running down into a cave that's behind me
>there are a bunch of scattered giant stones that are turned on their side everywhere
>can see little children playing up the hill
>suddenly I see a giant salamander like monster creeping up on one of the kids
>I point at him and shout "you, boy, what is your name?"
>he replies that his name is Jimmy
>I tell Jimmy he needs to run for his life because "it" is here
>Jimmy bolts off just in time, with the power of 1000 startled gazelles
>salamander monster looks displeased that I've scared away his meal
>he starts down the hill after me, and the fucker is fast
>no time to start running up the hill and off in either direction so I go into the cave, where I presume salamander monster lives
>stoopid mistake
>motherfucker is chasing me through the cave and it feels like he's always one step away from nabbing me
>I find a hole that I could climb up through that salamander monster is too fat to follow me through
>don't know if I'll be trapped or it's an exit but fuck it, climb up through the hole
>contains numerous disgusting insects and slime on the walls
>push on
>reach the top and look out cautiously through a street grid
>I can see people in an urban street, and it's night-time now (was daytime before)
>I mustn't be in England anymore if that's where I was, because there are no pakis
>I suddenly realise that I'm not human
>I'm a barbie doll and I have a plastic gun
>I point my gun at one of the guys in the street I feel I have to assassinate
>won't do it for some reason, maybe because my plastic gun has no bullets
>a car drives over the grid and comes to a stop
>perfect time to climb up without it being seen I came from the ground
>there's a hole in the bottom of the car
>climb inside and the hole shuts behind me, and I feel like I'm human once again
>there's some weeb shit playing really loudly that I don't recognise
>nobody else is inside
>think the car must have been driving itself and it came to pick me up on purpose
>start driving it
>come to a stop
>switch the music off
>relax
>someone opens the passenger door (which is on the right so maybe I'm in burger land) and climbs in
>it's a minor internet celeb girl I've never met but fancy a lot
>she's got a box of cigars she wants to share with me
>she says they're illegal Cuban cigars
>she places the box down and opens it in front of me
>all the cigars are wrapped up and you have to slide them out of some paper wrapped around them
>she slides one out and starts lighting up
>says "it's okay, they've already been cut"
>I try sliding one out and it seems way too long to have fit in the box
>it just keeps going and going and then falls apart and I get tobacco over myself
>she laughs at me in a playful way
>I get nervous and say something about Jewish physics being responsible
>she laughs more awkwardly, like she's putting it on because I'm being a sperg and she's embarrassed by me
>wake up
No.12502
>>12405>be an ork>have two friends>that's all that's different>run a snake tail selling ring with pals>sell snake tails to other orks so they can surgicaly attach them to themselves>get word that the police are coming from some guy/pal/spirit>grab my warhammer boxes and ditch my dealer friends>stand around in the backyard of my house, panicking for a while>jump on large wall, then onto neighbour's roof (I live in a hilly area)
>change mind and turn around>slip and smack my face into the wall>climb upI think I actually escaped after that, maybe.
>hustling along the coastline to make good of my escape>meet up with some other ork >as we're escaping, we get attacked by somebody on a motorbike>It's an ork with a snake tail>kill him with muh slugga>fall over>dieI love sleeping.
No.12515
>>12405Not good with green text so I'll try to type it out in paragraph format instead. Please forgive.
A week ago I had this dream. I've been meaning to post it here. It started out in medias res. It may possibly be that the rest was for filling in the details of my confusion. I was outside with people dressed in nice wool suits and robes. Very classy stuff. They were burring a man alive. He was blond, with curly hair, and very nice musculature for someone that doesn't lift. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, a handsome man (no homo). He was nude and relatively dirty. I was there as well, but wasn't taking part in the rite or whatever it is they were doing.
They started lowering the man into the earth with ropes. The man had seemed afraid before they hammered it shut, but otherwise didn't resist, and the people there seemed to be having not a happy time, but no anger or malice appeared to be there. It looked like they were doing a very careful job. Sort of like what you do with an animal when you slaughter it.
I looked the other way, and the dream started from the past. The blond man walked in, barefoot and obviously undressed. Everyone was there in the very early morning. This is the first time I noticed we were in the dark, and it wouldn't be sunrise for a few hours. Somehow I knew this. I seemed to be there just to witness what was happening. Nobody talked to me and nobody approached me. I wasn't afraid. It just seemed that it was my job to see this happen. Dreams work weird that way.
The party drew lots and they picked a group to go through a maze after the man. No women were in the group. The maze was made of stone and bushes. They seemed impassable, but somehow I made my way to the top of an observation platform. There were several chambers on the way out, much bigger than the rest of the maze. They chased the man through them, and there did not seem to be confusion as to where the right path was. Not once did they stray. However, at every chamber, one of the participants, except the blond man would be eliminated by some kind of death.
I remember the first one was an alligator. The man passed right by it, but the rest of the group had to negotiate with it by touching it on the nose. The alligator then picked one and killed him, then paid no attention to the rest of the group who was now free to pass. This same format was followed for every chamber. The second one that I remember, close to last, was a room with heavy bushes. The group held hands and walked abreast. A panther leaped out and consumed one, then the two left the room.
After they had passed the maze, the last man in the group chased the blond man. When he caught him, he tackled him to the ground, and the rest of the attendees went up to assist him. This is when the rest of the dream started again. The man was again bound, and gagged, and placed naked into the coffin. It had no decorative symbols or anything. It was just plain wood. Once in, he did not struggle, but I can remember seeing fear in his eyes. I could somehow hear screaming, but not really hearing it. Like his mind was screaming.
Once lowered into the ground, I watched as they buried him up again. Then everyone got in their cars and left. I stood there until I woke up.
No.12517
I hardly ever remember my dreams these days, but there are some that have stuck for ages.
Age ~5
>setting is some sort of an abandoned boardwalk
>late afternoon, early evening, almost apocalyptic vibe to it
>sitting on my moms lap
>some weird ass black thing approaches
>cross between a decaying seahorse and an extremely niggardly nigger
>it takes my mom into the ocean
>wake up
7-8
>looking into an operating room
>two people in scrubs
>one is clearly a young female, other is fucking ELMO
>Elmo lays down on the table
>Doctor woman proceeds to decapitate the man-puppet
>he is still alive
>the head and body are attached to separate life support devices
</end memory>
I can't recall anything worthwhile up until high school
Junior year
>semi lucid
>wake up, got to school, wear face mask for some reason
>everyone is dying of tuberculosis
>go through a normal schoolday with classmates periodically coughing up blood
>have to go to a funeral later
>things get progressively worse
>rotting and dried out bodies strewn about the halls
</end>
No.12544
>Last night
>Dreamed I had moved to the jungle with my family
>Explored with long time friend, find strange empty spots with tire swings
>Look out over cliff I find
>Huge view of the forest
>Go back home
>Later go up hill while telling friend how much I love the rain forest, climb metal fence on top of a hill covered in small rocks
>See bear
>Oh shit, climb back over fence
>Suddenly giant dark silloutted bear appears, standing upright, taller than the treeline, with long dangling arms and a long neck.
>Birds scatter as it emerges from the trees, point out to friend
>Wake up
No.12548
>>12517>elmo starts to say "Kill me.."
>he's interrupted: "Later." No.12813
>be me
>around 10
>dream that I'm by the town pool
>UFO shows up out of nowhere and abducts me
>me and a whole bunch of random people are stuck here with the white aliens (they looked like in pic)
>see red lever
>pulled that shit like there's no tomorrow
>hear weird sounds
>shits exploding behind me
>start running
>jump out of conveniently placed open hatch
>all of the aliens and people are probably dying back there but I didn't care because I was 10
>fuck now I'm falling
>small plane comes out of nowhere and saves me on the wing Sonic 2 style
>piloting the plane was a boy my age with metallic colored hair making a "fuck yeah man!" kind of face
>also he looked like a stereotypical nerd with glasses and everything
same kid appeared in many dreams since then always around the same age as me. It's pretty spooky
No.12815
>Be 16
>Having trouble sleeping for a few nights
>I keep waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, no matter what was covering me
>Not stressed and not having nightmares, so I think nothing of it
>After about a week I wake up after a nightmare where a shiny demon was sitting on me and I was unable to move
>Unable to move upon waking
>I look over as far as my eyes can and see shiny demon just sitting on me, like from dream
>Suddenly start shaking more and more as if I were under a jackhammer
>Shaking stops and I fall asleep
I stopped waking up in the middle of the night after that, still have no idea what happened.
No.13109
>December 9th 2014
>heard about this Touhou thing but never really cared
>have dream
>standing in what appears to be a huge puddle of blood
>look forward and see her there
>she looks at me with a face that says "You're gonna die you little bitch"
>Get spooked but suddenly realize that I'm dreaming
>Now that I realize that I'm dreaming I try imagining that shes not there
>keep on trying to imagine myself safe
>nothing working
>feel spooked because I'm starting to believe that I may be in the presence of a superior being
>begin feeling weird cryptic messages enter my mind
>'She knows' 'She is aware' were the only ones I remember but I'm sure there were others
>oh shit when did she get so close!
>chest hurts and vision blurs
>even though shes in front of me her hand was sticking out of my chest
>remember how dreams can be escaped from
>forcefully wake up
>grip the area where she impaled me and it hurts
Then I got up and took one of my old school notebooks which would later become my dream journal and wrote about what happened.
No.13110
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Part 2
27th of December 2014
>dreaming again
>find myself on a unfamiliar road
>it's fucking dark I can't see anything besides the road that I'm walking on
>eyes adjust to dark
>see figure far away
>umbrella and hat gave it away
>run back
>road splits to 3 in a cross like fashion
>didn't remember it being like this but what ever
>go down one of them (yes, I can't remember which)
>shes there
>try the other paths
>you guessed it
>oh shit, shes getting closer
>Cryptic messages again
>'She has come to clam what is hers' pops up
>realize that I'm in a dream
>this time I know what to do
>wake up smiling that I managed to escape
No.13111
Part 3
7th of January 2015
>dreaming yet again
>find myself on the floor in the kitchen/dining room of my house
>sitting there as if I was just thrown from somewhere
>everything seems quiet
>suddenly hear the sound of a drawer opening
>The one with 49 written on it was opening on it's own
>49 wasn't written on it
>something is climbing out of there
>her head emerged out and stared at me
>realty is becoming unstable
>where 49 was written letters are starting to float about
>'contact' I felt
>letters start spelling something
>"She has …."
>woke up
Sometime later I claimed Yukari Yakumo as my waifu
No.13129
>be me, 5 years old
>be dreaming about me flushing the toilet
>go to sink, ready to turn on faucet
>turn it on, and look up
>my shower's right above me
>ohshit.jpg
>shower sprays cold water on me
>mfw i hate cold showers
>i go out of the bathroom
>the shower doesn't leave me alone
>i go into my town, the shower is still there
>jump cut to later, the shower has gone
>i go back to bathroom
>the shower has been replaced by a bag of Maltesers
>mfw
No.13136
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couple of months ago, right after almost landing in jail for being busted with a kg of weed
>me in a postapocalyptic, cyberpunk dystopia with a giant tower of sauron on the middle
>everything is shitty
>after a typical survival adventure, a well dressed, clean secretary comes to me
>"Hes ready for you"
>never heard who she was, but i assumed it was the one who set the universe in motion
>follow her to the base of the tower, my current companions say goodbye to me
>get into an elevator that starts rising to the very top of the tower, it starts gettin nicer on the way up
>when i reach the very top, it transformed into a glass box elevator with golden details, it looked exectuve
>i stepped outside into a large living room with a second room besides it, it was like a balcony on areneas but for very reach people
>on the other side of the window was a nascar track
>on it is a middle aged man with a suit
>tells me he is what is understood as god
>"don't worry man, you're doing good"
>"what happened was something that needed to happen, you needed to learn"
>"in the end, everything will be accounted for, everything will be settled, and everything will turn out all right, one way or another"
>never asked him anything, just assumed he knew why i wanted to talk to him
>suddenly, there's an accident on the track and we both go down to help
>when everything is patched up, he just smiles at me
>wake up relaxed for the first time since my detention
>since then, i said fuck it, now have a stable job, a great startup, i'm earning money, things are looking up, and left behind cancer people
No.13137
>>13136
had at another time a nightmare that was the first time i dreamt gore
>dreamt i was at a mansion near a lake, i seemed to understand it was scotland
>was with family
>start going around, its gloomy and there were stones with signs everywhere
>shit seems too much like a movie
>people start disappearing
>in the end, just me and my brother
>suddenly find what is causing the dissappearances
>its like a small child-sized wooden doll with metal pins and rebarb sticking on its outside, it had no other features and always had thin puppet like cables trailing somewhere, manipulating it
>its chest is open with hooks and there is a mess there, unrecognizable organs and shit
>starts chasing us, it has a hook on a chain (ever seen dota's puge? seems like a pretty good inspiration)
>it gets my brother
>i start runing, get to the stones with signs, realize its stonehedge-like
>there, on the foot of a stone, it gets to me
>it starts hacking away, opening my arms and legs, and then my stomach
>it doesn't hurt (obviously, it's a dream) but im freaked out as shit, think its magic why it doesn't hurt
>takes out all my organs and just starts to toss em and scramble them
>wake up wanting to see a horror flick
>that was a good nightmare
No.13138
>>13137
have another one, this one was around 14, where i could pretty easily lucid dream
>i'm dreaming that i'm in a river
>tangerine trees and marmalade skies, seriously, colors were trippy as fuck
>for some reason i'm drifting inside a lotus flower as if it were a floating dougnut
>realize i'm dreaming, and more flowers start drifting through
>think about fucking (duh, first thing you lucid dream bout)
>suddenly, this hot nurse clad girl starts drifting through my line of vision on a lilipad
>has a disgruntled face, she looks like she is tired of something
>starts unbuttoning her bra as she goes past and i realize she doesn't want to be there
>inb4 beta in dreams, yes i was a real beta for not fucking my dream
>she st arts scolding me for being a perv and i think "man, fu ck that shit" she just drifts by and i stay there, drifting on the river
that was actually quite soothing
No.13139
>>13138
this isn't actually a dream, but it was in my head, and i've always wondered what it was… any help /x/?
>taking like 4 hits of acid
>having fun, was listening to classical music and smoking cigarettes
>feel like i'm on top of the world
>close my eyes to blink, and suddenly they seal shut, like i can't control them
>a FUCKING BILLION images start flashing by my eyes
>like, every seen 1000 images in half a second? something like that
>like that for like 6 seconds
>the last image that was completely burned into my mind and eyes (if i closed them i could still see the sillhouete) was as follows
>me on the base of some stairs
>all is dark
>only a square of green light is showing from the top of the stairs
>on the top of the stairs is a figure, like a man
>everything seems to be on fire
>that was it , just that image
someone told me it was past life regressions triggered by the acid, but i nuno
No.13140
>>13139
no stopping the dream train, have one that really confuesed my sexuality (nohomo) when i was 13
>dreamt that i was at a department store
>start getting hella horny
>walk outside and see some trucks
>need to go there for some reason
>middle of the way, look up and realize there was a walkway above me, where a woman in a skirt was passing through
>see her panties
>sohawt.png
>wake up
>have massive boner
>touch penis and biggest orgasm ever
that was fucking weird, for a while i thought it was the trucks until i remembered the girl, still weird though
No.13141
>>13140
also, for some reason, i've nevered dreamt that i can fly. the closest i've gotten is to dream to be able to jump like 500 meters into the air and jump as much as i want mid air
No.13142
>>13141
ohhhh, j ust rememebered the worst fucking nightmare i ever had
>10 years old
>just saw temple of doom and a special of the angry beavers on billy the kid, guy who killed you by smilling
>somehow, in my dream, they team up
>get to my house and temple of doom guy gets to work on my family, billy the kid sees me and starts walking towards me
>i run upstairs and hide, they find me of course
>for some reason, billy the kid turns on temple of doom guy
>was waaay more horrified of guy that kills you with smiles than temple of doom guy
>he turns towards me
>smiles
>i wake up
>thought for a while i was dead
man, fuck that cartoon.. i think it wasn't even angry beavers, but i couldn't sleep for a while
No.13143
>>13142
since i used to be quite a junkie, i also regularly dream of being high on something and i start panicking since i start imagining people everywhere that know im high. reason i stopped doing that shit.
>dream i am shrooms
>with my family
>on christmas
>everyone having a good time
>im in the corner, tripping as fuck, feel sleepy (i'm asleep, duh)
>force myself to pay attention, accidentaly wake up
shieeet
No.13475
I was in elementary school when I had this dream
>be me
>looking around the school building
>supposedly looking for everyone else to go to PE
>our gym was on the top floor (kind've what you'd consider the roof of the building)
(Some schools in my country are 4 store buildings)
>Some of my classmates were sitting on the stairs around a dog
>Husky.jpg
>doge was asleep, maybe dead, it wasn't moving
>Classmates stand up and look at me
>one of them takes some sort of chopsticks out of her pocket
>I try to run but they corner me downstairs
>they take my eyes out using those chopsticks
>I black out for a bit and when I open my eyes again Everything seems different
(Very desaturated colours or something like that)
>I see doge walking happily downstairs and out
>I go upstairs, finally into the gym
>see classmates sitting by the corner smiling at me for a second then start chatting with each other
>"You saved the dog!"
>"I told you that changing their eyes would work"
>I walk around looking for a mirror while touching my face then looking at my hands
>no blood on my skin but some on my clothes
>"is this for real?"
then I woke up. I'm 21 now and I often find myself thinking about that dream
No.13508
>>12484
your english is fine
No.13519
Happened a few days ago
>notice that I'm wearing all black in an edgy way
>right by me there is a tall creature
>he looked like a completely white slenderman with a spooky face
>I'm walking somewhere and hes walking right by me like a comrade
>walk into store
>lady at the cashier doesn't see us
>me and tall dude walk right by her
>think to myself "Dafuq, is she blind or something"
>hide by the fridges
>this mofo is just standing there completely out of place
>try making sound so that the lady comes
>"is she fucking deaf?"
>march towards her
>kill the bitch
What does this mean?
No.13525
i remember some dreams i had when i was a kid
>standing inside house for no reason.
>everyone is running panicked
>everyone is also naked, including me
>they're too scared of something to notice
>look up
>the sun is coming towards us
>run like hell futilely
>sun is now a couple of inches above my head
>suddenly a limo stops in front of me
>back door opens
>dad is inside
"SON GET IN HERE"
>jump in limo
>i get a view of the city getting destroyed by the sun
"we're gonna be alright now…"
and then i wake up
No.13526
>>13525
now that i remember.
anyone have those dreams where you' are affected by low gravity?
i keep having dreams like that, i can speed past cars by adding more and more momentum.
its kind of like semi-flying
the real terryfing shit happens on the dreams where i am being chased, and the low gravity makes it hard to grip the ground when running.
No.13534
today I dreamed the yakuza opened my head and took chunks of my brain, I stayed alive tough, not even related I just tought it was cool.
No.13565
>>13526
Whenever I gain lucidity in a dream and actually give enough of a damn to do anything with it, I try to fly sometimes. But I can't actually fly, so I just wind up manipulating how I'm affected by gravity and sort of float towards things. Sometimes I get a lot of momentum and try to not hit whatever too hard.
No.13587
>>12405
>be a couple months ago
>talking with normie acquaintance on ride back from work
>talking about dreams, mentions he died in a dream
>"I've never died in my dreams, I always wake up before hand"
>go to sleep and dream deeply as I usually do
>I'm in the Airforce so some of my dreams take a more military course
>military folks are gathered around me in a big circle and I get the feeling I've done something wrong
>SSgt from my shop hands me some winter hunting jacket, tells me it blends in better than ABU's
>its winter all of a sudden?
>put it on and book it through a snowy forest
>taking huge strides but I feel like I'm in slow motion
>apparently I'm outrunning everyone like mad however
>get inside a hanger and proceed to knock over scaffolding and other stuff in front of the entrance
>there are four dudes in blue long sleeves and ABU pants just standing there looking at me
>they start attacking me and I disarm one
>they had these thin SIG like pistols
>I'm about to plug one when I notice he's a dude from my flight in basic
>Anon! Anon! You gotta help me they think I-
>four shots into the left side of my chest
>as I fall I shoot him in the stomach
>laying there fading in and out of consciousness this detective lady runs up to me
>ask her to hold my hand
>Why?
>because I was a fucking loser all my life and I haven't felt the touch of a woman in so long
>holds my hand as I fade into death
>death is cold and peaceful, I felt happy
I woke up in a cold sweat and decided to watch a movie; I put on Aeon Flux and I came to the seen where the dude got capped in the chest and the chick was holding him.
I mentally noped pretty hard
No.13599
> earlier today
> having weird headaches and some sort of dull, pulsating pain on my left side for the past hour or so
> reach church and wait outside the sanctuary
> without warning my head begins to feel lighter than usual and I pass out
> see a brief vision of blood running down a shower wall
> wake up feeling somewhat weirded out
> takes off shoes on a whim
> mfw it actually makes my lightheadedness go away
Maybe I need to wear properly-fitted shoes or something.
No.13604
>be me
>try to evoke Moloch
>fizzle.nothing. well that was a waste of effort.
>goto sleep
>"wake up" on a stone alter in some sort of fiery bullshit place
>horrible howling wind
>stench of death and brimstone
>and there he stands, the most terrifying and horrible thing I've ever seen
>a hundred feet high, grotesque in ways I can't even fucking put into words
>two heads, big head on skinny side of body, skinny head on fat side of body
>looks strait into my soul
>starts speaking
>The words are… for a lack of better terms, in the "shadow tongue" or whatever
>each syllable tears through me like a white-hot poker connected to an arc welder
>sanity roll failure, scream uncontrollably
>wake up for real puking my guts out with blood streaming from my eyes, nose, and ears
>white streaks in my hair, white patches in my beard
That fucking guy doesn't fuck around.
No.13608
Heres a dream I had once
>dream starts in the backseat of a car
>dark parking lot, tall fence (20ft) on far side
>brick building in middle of parking lot
>door swings open with a crash
>curious me opens car door, peeks in door of building
>see steel table bolted to floor, person on the table
>see doctor with mask and scalpel
>person has been skinned alive and had their skin reattatched upside down or somthing
>their skin is pasty white, long fingers, no facial features bc wrong skin is on the face
>person is constantly screaming and thrashing
>doctor stares at me
>thing jumps up from table and runs toward door
>i run the fuck away, get back in car
>hear electrical zapping sounds from building
>look back at door, see thing walking out
>its slowly shuffling toward car
>i wake up
>scarred shitless
No.13676
>>13604
Are you serious, skellington??
No.13685
Do you guys think demons can attack you in dreams?
No.13686
>>13136
I love those dreams about God. I've never felt more content.
No.13696
I have this weird reoccurring one where I am in my old house and I have two heads and my mother comes in and cuts off the second one with a hacksaw
No.13865
>>12517
>>some weird ass black thing approaches
>>cross between a decaying seahorse and an extremely niggardly nigger
>>it takes my mom into the ocean
lmao ur dad got cucked by a seahorse faggit
No.13866
>>12813
Have you fucked him?
No.13874
>abstract hanging out
>talk to something young and female
>odly anatomical
>hard to get details
>moving
>wake up
>sitting on chair
>get up
>brother's friends there, he's visibly annoyed
>I was acting "wierdly"
>sure its nothing
>talk to friends
>was acting wierdly
>shit there's a video
>wasn't alone, but can't make out faces
>I was clearly the joke though, not looking too good
>made to do dumb shit
>too active to be rophynol, maybe scolopamine?
>continue wandering
>see room
>looks familiar
>no.
>whats in there?
>no.
>just a peek
>no.
>there's a girl
>no.
>13, 14
>no…
>putting her clothes back on
>shit
wake up.
No.13904
Not green texted, but here ya go spooky skeletons.
Going to post my latest dream for your enjoyment. Also it helps get this shit out of my head.
I'm walking around an old decrepit home, it looks as if it was built in the 1800's. Odd thing is the home has no windows and no doors. As I am exploring the upper story I notice the walls are starting to breath in and out. Almost as if the house is a living creature.
After a bit I find a room covered in symbols and runes I can't understand. The walls, floors, and ceiling are covered in them. All drawn on with a thick white chalk. Curiosity soon gets the best of me and I walk over and touch one, that's when things get really freaky. The walls, ceiling, and floor start to bleed. Drop by drop a pool forms in the center of the room, a blood chilling scream breaks the silence.
The blood reacting to the scream goes rushing out the door like a snake. I run after it, it goes room to room looking for something. Soon I'm standing at the stair case, the blood rushes down the stairs. I chase after it until i reach the last step. The blood is now a pool again at the bottom of the stairs…
My flash light is piercing the darkness and I notice a thin mist starting to form around the pool. My flashlight then starts to flicker on and off, but now the room is lighting up and blacking out with my flash light. It's almost like a strobe light now, it's hard to see as the sudden shift from light to dark is hurting my eyes. All of a sudden all lights go out including my flashlight. Another blood curdling scream, my flashlight suddenly comes back on. Suddenly a chill runs down my spine.
The mist is now much thicker, there is now a thin layer of ice on everything including myself. The room is now ice cold, almost like being out in a blizzard naked, cold. Now something is happening to the mist it is taking shape of something. The light from the flashlight helps me see what form the mist is taking, it's that of a little girl.
Except this little girl is like nothing I have ever seen. She is clearly a ghost, but she is also not a ghost. She is made of the thick mist, so she is see through, but also appears to be solid. Like if I could reach out and touch her, she would be solid. Her eyes slowly come into being they are fire red and brighter than my flashlight. She slowly grins at me, the grin turns into a smile. Her teeth, I can now see her teeth! They are pointy and in rows, much like a shark.
Her head suddenly snaps to the left and then just as suddenly and erratic, it snaps to the right. This action slowly speeds up until she lets out another scream! My light goes out… All I can see now are those eyes, those soulless red glowing eyes. The eyes are getting closer, she must be moving towards me now. Suddenly my flashlight clicks back on, she is much closer now her head still clicking left and right, now i notice all of her.
She is in a thin white gown. Her hands and forearms are made of a thick black goop, with long sickly nails growing out from her hands. Her legs are broken backwards like a goat. She is lurching forward with each step, a sickening sound erupts from her every step. The best way to compare the sound is like when you fight with a chicken leg when pulling it from the thigh.
Her screaming has yet to stop, it keeps getting louder and louder. It's almost maddening now, I want the screaming to stop. Yet it doesn't as she keeps getting closer and closer. She is nearly at the base of the stairs now. She slowly lifts her hand, it's reaching for my face. I try to run but the ice has frozen me to the floor. She is at me now, her hand inches from my face. All the lights go out, the screaming suddenly stops. I can see her eyes inches from mine, her sharky grin now visible in the dark. The flashlight suddenly snaps back on! A scream echoes out from this monster into the deepest bits of my soul. Her hand millimeters from my face now…
"I… Finally, Have You Now!"
I snap awake in a cold sweat, chills running down my body and I see those eyes for just a split second more.
No.13940
>be in my bed
>sleeping
>suddenly i open my eyes but can't move
>a thing crawls up to me
>i remember a collar i dont actually remember how i got but i've been wearing for 4 years
>i use the collar and put it in the things head
>it lets a scream and i can move
No.13971
>be me at a party at a some weird place
>i start to drink heavily
>a girl younger than me comes up we start to talk
>we start having shots then for some reason
>she pours JD on a table and asks me to drink it
>i'm like fuck yeah and tip the table so that it funnels into my mouth
>she says to me "lets go somewhere else"
>"alright"
walking down a corridor with her over my shoulder
>"i feel sick"
>"o-oh alright there's a toilet up ahead"
>walk in she starts vomiting and i start taking a piss
>she walks up behind me grabs my dick midstream
>"oh hello"
>me the virgin doesn't know what to do
>hornyness takes over i pick her up
>>take her to the nearest sink and start fucking her
>she looks like pic related
>some urge to all of a sudden pull her hair
>but i'm drunk and so the first thing i do is pull on her fringe
>somehow she likes this and smiles at me
>black out
>wake up ? hours/mins later
>chuck another piss
>an indian security guard walks in
>shakes his head i look over to the sink and see my bag
>with cum stains on it
>dawns on me i was fucking my bag and it was my bag the whole time feel some major shame coming on
>he says "you need to get out and your centrelink payment will be postponed"
>shakes his head as he walks out
>i walk back to my room with my bag on my back
>every room i walk past has people fucking in it
>at my room
>two african black people laying naked on the and an indian guy playing atari on the floor
>black guy says "hahahah he's not even ripped"
>his girlfriend nods
>pull black guy off bed and start beating him
>yelling "my natty potential hasn't been reached yet while tears streaming down my face"
dream ends
What does it mean
No.14155
I get recurring dreams about running/crawling on all fours.
Also once had a dream where I literally lived like an entire lifetime. Met guy from highschool, dated, got married, had kids, bought house/car, kids got older, etc etc. When the dream ended I was devastated at "losing" "my" husband and children, and actually wept.
That dream fucked me up and I still get rustled thinking about it.
No.14157
>>14155
>be 7ish, I was young
>Enter dream, running away with a group of people in the streets sort of like in those monster movies
>run into building
>we all are stuck against a wall
>Suddenly the ceiling is ripped open by a giant baby
>the baby is cooing and grabbing people.
>I manage to escape and run away
Thats all I remember from when I was a kid.
No.14900
bumped
I was in a crowd full of people, pic related and me were having some kind of gunfight with old fashioned hand guns that never seemed to run out of bullets. What the flying fuck?
No.14907
Fresh from my mind, lads. This morning I woke up remembering some dream I had, possibly the first one in months or years.
>first thing I remember was being in a house
>then I see John Carmack
>yes, id software john carmack. I greet him with enthusiasm
>he invites me to go downstairs to what appears to be the basement, walls are covered in posters, but their content isn't clear, never saw the basement itself
>next scenario
>I find myself next to a pool, with a guy that appears to be naked, tan, and blonde.
>can't remeber much else. we're suddenly talking about motivation or some shit, and he makes me repeat some mantra.
>by the way, I'm naked as well.
>I ask him what would be a nice beverage to down some plastic pieces that I ate earlier, don't ask
>he tells me that beer should do it.
>so I look for it in a fridge inside the house
>I see someone, so I try and hide
>the naked tan guy tells me I shouldn't be ashamed
>then I snap to the house's doorstep, there are a few more people around
>fortunately, this time around I'm dressed
>I sight some chicks eyeing me, and a friend of mine, Alex.
That's about everything I remember.
No.15023
>Be in bros basement with his and my gf
>Me and bro fighting with metal pipes like they're swords
>decide to stop after he smacks me on the neck, leaving a bruise
>take the pipes into the laundry room
>suddenly sharp pain in my foot
>some fucking weird ass red and black spider bit me
>world starts to shift, gf is now gone
>tell bro and his gf Im gonna call an ambulance
>look at my hands, they're pruning and unpruning rapidly
>run upstairs to get a phone
>suddenly lose all pretense of sanity, bring my arms up so they're "t-rexing", let out a bleat and charge towards the front door, as the world blurs
>wake up, gf freaking out about whatever the fuck that noise I made in my dream was (apparently i actually made it).
No.15463
No.15487
>last night
>having a very lucid dream
>be riding my bike, keep seeing something out of the corner of my eye
>shrug it off and keep riding
>suddenly sees a little girl with one arm
>stops before i hit her and say hello
>little girl just smiles at me
>little girls face distorts
>becomes some sort of demon
>suddenly coming towards me
>nope
>tackled on the ground
>demon tries to stick some sort of needle in me
>wake up confused
No.15531
>11 years old
>Lucid dreaming before I know what it is.
>Most of dream is irrelevant
>Mom shows up with some guy attacking her
>Save her via pushing the guy in front of a car.
>Mom smiles sadly, we hang out for a bit but overall dream is just… limbo-y. Vaguely happy, but bittersweet feeling.
>Just before waking up she hugs me tight.
>"This is a dream you know."
>Say "I know."
>Stop hugging Mom and she still looks really sad for some reason.
>About to say 'I love you' but I'm pulled away by some force and there is nothing. Can still see myself, talk and move but there is literally nothing.
>"Hear Mom's voice from really far away:
>"I'm sorry and I love you too."
>woke up bawling eyes out
My mom was never nice to me in real life. Very abusive and bitter after a failed marriage left her broken and penniless.
No.15533
>aunt brings me single malt from Scotland
>have nightmares about having friends over and one of them drinks the whole bottle without me knowing
>Scotland declares war on USA
>WWIII starts over this bottle of scotch
>mfw apocalypse happens and I'm out of scotch
No.15536
>last night
>fall asleep, have this dream
>dreaming I wake up from my bed to hear little grunts and ooks
>take the black bat from beside our bedroom door and open the door into darkness, still very drowsy
>It's barely morning so I can faintly see outlines of human shapes against the blackness
>I creep into the living room slowly and look around me to see around 12 pitch black niggers just fucking sulking standing around my living room
>they reek of Cheetos(?)
>although drowsy I resolve to take on the subhuman menace
>they don't seem to notice me
>I raise my bat toward one of the dindus, say "Ooga Booga, Where The White Women At?" In the slowest voice I can, and swing
>I'm too slow from sleep and they kindof phase out of the way of my bat
>I continue to ook and eek as I attempt to affirm my dominance over the non mobile ultra nigger spectres
And then it faded to black and I woke up.
No.15553
Okay this was last night.
>go to summer camp with friends
>not actually a summer camp, it's a stadium with tall platforms and those foam gymnastics mats
>we're supplied with razor blades and needles to throw at each other
>don't want to hurt my friends or get hurt myself so I just ball up on the ground
>feel hundreds of needles pierce my skin
>they stop
>look around, there are needles and they come out easily
>most of them are fucking fishhooks
>suddenly we're in the car ready to go home
>I'm driving
>look at my hands
>on my right hand I'm missing my index finger, my ring finger, part of the flesh from my middle finger, most of my pinky finger
>put head in hands and cry
>can feel all my fingers
>look again
>configuration has changed but I don't notice
>chalk up feeling fingers as my brain adapting to the trauma
>wonder how I'm gonna vidya
>friend (who doesn't exist IRL) shows me his hands
>he's missing all ten fingers
>ask why
>keep asking why
>over and over
>get out of car to go back inside and confront whoever is running this horrible establishment
>trip
>there are yet more fish hooks in my feet and legs
>pull them out and keep stumbling toward the building
>wake up
>realize it was a dream
>check fingers
>cry tears of joy
No.15554
>>15553
Oh right, also at one point a few of those tall stacks of foam fell on me and a few others along with a bunch of scaffolding. I got crushed and I think that's how I lost my fingers. None of the weapons were big enough to actually cause any long term damage aside from scars or I guess blinding on their own.
No.15648
>>15553
Thinking back on this one I like to sleep on my stomach with my arm under the pillow. Maybe my arm fell asleep and my brain interpreted the lack of input as damage.
No.15658
>>12405
I've been having prophetic dreams for the last few years, some of them have come true, and they're big
First on that came true:
some years back I had this one
>be asleep
>dream that I'm on the balcony
>look out into the ocean to see ships ablaze
>look over my shoulder to see someone, but I can't make out who it is
>"the sailor will survive"
>be me
>few days ago
>decide to go on vacation to Galveston
>fucking place is identical to the dream
>See ships creating a bunch of smoke in the distance
>flashback to the dream
>turn on TV
>4 marines gunned down by Islamic terrorist in the USA
>then I hear: "there is also a critically wounded sailor among the injured, but she will
survive."
Now /x/, the next prophetic dream is fucking spooky, but I don't doubt it will happen
>hear sirens
>we all start panicking, like we knew it would happen, but we kept brushing it off like it wouldn't.
>I'm in a hole, a deep one at that
>hear the blasts
>we think it's over, so we leave the hole
>we head back to my home where we get out of the car and stand in the parking lot of what I guess is my future home, since it appears i have the keys to get inside.
>stand there and just watch the mushroom clouds begin to form in the distance.
>suddenly, everyone including myself starts to run in circles, I hear a voice, and then the dream ends.
No.15661
This dream happened 4 or so years ago, and I don't have the greatest memory so I don't remember much.
>got a huge ass box of movies from someone
>going through them, I think either a parent or my younger brother was helping me go through them
>find one I can't remember anything about that's sitting in the box and instantly reference the fact that I had a nightmare many years previously related to it out loud to myself
>dream jumps to me sitting in a car with mom, brother and uncle, (I think this was in the original nightmare, because it struck me that it was odd that I was the age I was having the dream after waking up)
Don't remember much else from that, and the nightmare I had was when I was ~6 or 7, and I think it was due to a horror movie that I had watched but all I remember from that is having to deal with maggots and a really creepy face from the movie being put on a huge screen when being told how me and all of the other kids there were stuck at some water park forever.
Only other thing I have is remembering that I saw a ghost in a really shitty basement of some building I never entered and heard what sounded like me screaming in real life, but nobody said anything about it that day.
No.15690
>>15658
>be asleep
>dream that I'm on the balcony
>look out into the ocean to see ships ablaze
I shit you not, that's exactly how my first lucid dream started. I just opened my balcony expecting to see everything flooded and found out a beach with ships ablaze in the distance.
Anyway, talking about prophetic dreams, I once had one that made me shit my pants.
>be 16-17
>dream of a hardcore train wreckage in the village where my aunt lives
>aunt died in that accident along many other passengers
>wake up
>hear from my grandmother that there has been a train accident in the village where my aunt lives
>shit_brix.png
Luckily, unlike in my dream, nobody died and there were just a few injured travellers.
I've also had a dream this night about what I remember as a series of events leading to what it seemed like a coup d'etat. The first country that came to mind was Russia, I think, but I don't have it very clear.
The dictator was wearing a black suit, and talking in front of a great audience, inside what seemed like a theatre. All I can remember about what he said is that it was horrible enough to wake me up violently.
No.15699
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>>12405
>be asleep
>in some kind of desert
>3 amigos with me, we're talking about some shit
>a cool-grey stone with the size of a watermelon slowly hovers diagonally downward behind their head
>disappears behind the horizon
>chills down my spine
>itshappening.jpg
>nope?
>ground starts to rumble subtly
>NOPE
>thin yellowish line appears on horizon
>starts growing
>NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
>turn and see our house
>shoddy white-walled hut
>if only I can make it behind it (as if that would help)
>bolt out
>sand makes me run slow
>hot wind blows
>almost reach edge
>tide of blaze throws me against the front wall
>good half second of burning
>brief thought of how it's alright anyway
>wake up
>10/10 would live through again
>tfw the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
No.15705
>end of the world, parents talking about it
>go to 2nd floor
>look at the sky
>sun goes black then a red moon shows up
>red moon gets hotter or something, I can't remember. Maybe it's actually the Wormwood star or a nuke
>dread
>it gets hotter and hotter, I can feel it. It's like I'm dying
>see multiple sets of gears, like clockwork going up and down. The vision has the lights and the colors of the 21st Century Fox logo, like they were in a golden stadium or platform. I still don't know what they mean, maybe it's supposed to show how God is in control and everything is set in stone
>wake up terrified still feeling like it's hot
>google it up, convert and never 4get
No.15921
>>15661
Had dreams about elevators the past two nights.
First one
>have to go to college at some really fancy Greek style building that seems more like it's a government building than a college building
>with a group of people that gets on an elevator
>me and some other guy get on, and a third stays off and is fucking with me and the other guy
>someone goes to hit the controls and the door closes
>instead of going up/down normally, the elevator starts falling and the dream ends almost right after
Second one isn't nearly as bad.
>at a hotel with friends I don't have and I think family was there as well
>was going to an elevator to go up to visit a room or something
>decide to go to a different one by going down a hallway and get on it
>elevator is built in such a way that it can support holding cars for some reason
>end up getting stuck on it for ages because the controls are wildly different from what they normally are
>eventually get to a garage level where someone I know asks me about getting somewhere and then I wake up
Anyone have any ideas what they could mean? Only thing I can think of is that I feel like I've lost control over my life.
No.15926
>recurring dream
>had it once or twice a year from when I was 10 to when I was about 15
>be me
>be in an unfamiliar, suburban town
>nobody on the streets
>no doors or windows on the houses
>billboards everywhere, but they're all blank
>get an uncontrollable urge to start running
>something is behind me
>try to turn and look
>my neck can't move
>all i can do is run
>just run
>run until i find the one house with a door
>go inside
>first floor is just one big dull blue room
>everything is blue
>all sorts of shit piled up everywhere
>i distinctly remember a bike in the corner for some reason
>fucking spiderwebs everywhere too
>don't spend much time taking in the scenery
>continue to the next floor
>feel it closing in on me
>this was where i woke up first
>unable to dream for a week
>waking in a cold sweat every night
>next time i had the dream, i made it to the second floor
>everything was yellow
>there were lots of boxes and drawers
>the ceiling was lower here
>i had to crawl, which slowed me down a lot
>i made it here faster this time, so I was able to keep going
>the next floor was red
>i couldn't clearly see what was in here
>a strange sound gave me a headache
>like two styrofoam blocks rubbing each other from every direction
>this is where I woke up most times
>but the last time I had this dream i kept going
>i somehow lifted the ceiling in the red room so i could keep moving
>next floor was an empty green floor, made of trees
>i remembered it, and feared that room more than whatever was behind me for some reason
>didn't remember why
>reached the roof
>suddenly in a white cube
>turn around
>i was being chased by myself
>hug the me that was chasing me
>wake up
>feel better about life in general
No.15960
>be me
>asleep
>wake up
>trip
>fall
>wake up
wat
No.16348
No.16368
i had a genereic dream about dumb things
But near the end i see this group of 4 or 5 people surrounding a girl with some weird Blue tunic/gown
>A woman cleans a pair of shiny silver/chromed scissors and handle them to the girl
>A man with a suit and a weird neckpiece gives the girla bluish hat/headpiece
>Tells her she failed to become Lilith but now she must become "Ra…." (cannot comprehend the full Word)
>girl nods and walks away into a deeper darker room
It felt too depp.ish for my standard shitpost tier dreams
No.16395
Dream Land adventures
1/?
>before fully conscious of actions
>going down fleshy elevator
>can't move
sudden timeskip
>sitting at cart in a grocery store
>everything is blue
>pet section
>see people
>realize that everything is blue because x-ray vision
>skeltals everywhere
>spooked
after that i was suddenly aware of what i was doing. I was 3 and asking what a steak was.
2/?
>in forest
>10 foot cliff
>ladder
>descend ladder in to green oblivion
>why am i wearing wario's clothes?
3/?
fast forward to high school
>laptop in bed
>strange hypnosis video
>thisgonbegood.gif
>sit through boring video
>near end
>his finger snaps can put me in sleep paralysis and back
>he won't stop snapping
>at video's mercy
>regret watching video
4/?
>be me
>at water park
>everything midget sized
>ride anyway
>spiral slide
>whee
>too fast
>go right over
>land on ass
>hurts but play anyways
>found people to play with
>Fatso, Max, Skinny
>we all head under the slides
>found a fuse box
>Fatso: there's a little voice in head that's saying this is a bad idea
>Max turns everything off anyways
>Max: it's not like anyone's gonna know it was us
>Skinny's voice comes from our right
>Skinny: except for maybe this camera
>realize he was staring at the camera probably since we got here
>red flashing lights and klaxon
>RUNYOUFOOLS.mp3
>uniformed park people and the owner comes out
>everyone is fighting
>I run
>dodge some uniformed lackeys
>jump the fence onto a race track
>car coming at me
>jump off hood
>escape into the forest
5/5
>live in comfy home
>parents leave me to babysit little sister
>never had little sister, but loli imouto was a cute
>went to sleep cuddling loli
>wake up on an inflatable raft
>middle of ocean
>typhoon
>2 helium filled balloons tied to raft
>have a pie tin
>taking on water
>i miss my loli
No.16430
>be me
>be around 12 or 13
>be able to lucid dream
>always make myself a bad ass action hero
>be banging misty from Pokemon because I was fucking 12 or 13
>one night go to bed like normal
>decide I wanted to lucid dream, did not know that's what it was at the time
>always had a way to wake my self up, would shut my eyes really tight, take a deep breath, swallow the air and hold it in my chest and I would wake up.
>dream starts at my friends house, perfect rendition of it.
>dream starts off cool, we are playing halo on their projector TV, his mom made us beagle bites. Was cool.
>his parents go to bed, we keep playing video games.
>look outside the windows, it's getting dark, darker then normal, I tell him.
>we get scared, decide to wake his parents.
>on the way to his parents room hear thunder and see flash of red.
>run screaming into his parents room, notice this strange wooden box thing to the right as soon as we go into their room.
>start shaking their parents to wake them, they roll over and are rotting corpses.
>he tells me to grab his dad's gun from the night stand, I do.
>we run back to the living room.
>on the way back earthquake, floor splits open and friend falls in.
>nothing but blackness, faint dark red hue coming from the bottom, growing brighter and brighter.
>I fall back, scooting away from the pit, scared shirtless
>up rises a being of fire, large oval head, dark flaming eyes.
> I shoot the gun I had, it did nothing.
>thing looks at me, I get on my knees and try to wake my self up, closing my eyes and holding my breath.
>can't wake up, begin slamming gun on the floor shouting to wake up.
>thing spoke to me in a dee voice as his eyes narrowed.
>"this is no dream, for this is a prophecy of things to come."
>created a sword of flame and swig it at me
>woke up in cold sweat.
>tell no one, though it just a crazy dream out of control.
> go to said friends house to spend the night.
>go into his parents room, to the right is a large wooden box, I ask what it is, "it's a personal sauna anon."
>friend tells me how his dad just got a new gun and it's so fun to shoot, and they would take me out shooting some time
>never spent the night again after that.
No.16630
No.16963
>in dreamland
>see an arcade
>head inside for tons-o-fun
>see lots of cute girls
>various ripoff arcade cabinets of irl games
>all look fun
>karaoke machine in very back corner catches my eye
>get the idea to sing to impress ladies B)
>walk over to machine
>cant see the screen clearly, something about it didnt look right
>guy dressed in 70s clothing butts in before i reach the machine
>puts in coins and starts singing "Don't stop me now"
>i wanted that song
>realize machine takes special tokens to play
>go to coin converter, get loaded
>friend i dont actually know signals me to go play another game
>decline and return focus back to karaoke machine
>70s man is finally done
>finally approach machine face to face
>baby blue tint, wide screen, blank gray display, microphone is rainbow colored, looked like it was made on a low res 3d program
>attempted to put in coins
>coins turned into small dark blue pills
>moderately pissed about all these mishaps
>starts shoving pills into coin slot
>determined to sing "Bohemian Rhapsody"
>background noises went silent
>big red button appeared out of nowhere
>assume its the start button
>push.jpg
>loud screech followed by "error 404" on display
>everything digitally corrupts and all i see is a common blue screen error
>wakes up with painful migraine
>realize my brain was trying to get me to avoid that
>still sad that i didnt get to sing
No.16993
I had an interesting dream last night.
There wasn't really a whole lot to it. I was walking around in the neighborhood of my parents place, where I went to school. Anyways back in those days my best friend lived down the street from us, and while I was walking around I noticed someone I recognized, that is that my dream self recognized, as that same friend's younger sister. This didn't seem weird to dream-me at the time, but my friend never had a younger sister, just an older one.
We talked in the dream about what we were doing over the years while walking around the neighborhood. It was kinda weird though because she kept walking faster and urging me to walk faster too. That's the last thing I really remember happening.
Anyway it just seems weird to me cause my friend never had a younger sister, and his older sister had a different name. And why wouldn't my dream self know that?
No.17000
>In an old wooden church
>storming outside
>existence is ending
>you know how most creation myths begin with the void? Imagine what came before the void.
>the nothing beyond nothing. A nonexistence total, absolute and universally pervasive throughout all planes of reality.
>that was coming
>obviously nonexistence didn't look like anything, but it's approach was represented by a massive 16-armed invisible star. It's "herald", if you will.
>so anyways, in church, packed with people
>and gods
>Jesus, Buddha, Vishnu, Thor, Dionysis, even fucking Godzilla
>countless gods from every pantheon ancient and modern, mixed in with the people like ordinary joes
>not much for them to be high and mighty over. They were going to end too, and their heavens.
>most had given up, gods and men alike, but some were planning
>option one: Jesus had prepped his realm, the christian heaven, to use as a bunker
>a small contingency of warrior gods would sacrifice themselves as a distraction so that all souls and every remaining god could be evacuated to christian heaven
>the heaven would be sealed off permanently from reality. Everything else, the earth, the physical universe, all other heavens, would be sacrificed. We would be trapped, but we would be safe. For now.
>but the nothing would find us eventually
>but there was another option: all-out assault
>every god pulling out every trick from every book. Gods fusion-dancing together into new creation. All of existence banding together to empower them like a universal spirit bomb.
>do this. It's glorious.
>but will it work?
>wake up
>fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
No.17032
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Oh have I got some sp00ky dreams for you anons. Something you should know is that when I have vivid dreams, they stick with me for some reason. I can remember years and years later the littlest details about the dreams and what happened after I woke up.
So let's start from the beginning.
>Be me, probably 6 years old
>be sleeping in the living room, because of a sweet, sweet wood stove located there
>It's winter, I was cold as fuck in my bed, wooden stove was so, so warm
>Quickly fall asleep
>have a nightmare about my house and my family
>The house is very distorted, all florescent colors and jagged angles
>Looks like Tim Burton's wet dream
>Know immediately something's wrong but don't realize it's a dream, get up and start searching for my family
>Turn down a corridor, the only corridor in the house mind you, and there they are, all four of my family members
>They'd been looking for me, they knew something was wrong too
>Start to run towards them but the house keeps them away
>Hallways actively stretching to keep them away from me, further and further they go like the house is elastic
>Monsters start climbing out of the wood work
>Like the classic monsters. Frankenstein, the mummy, etc.
>Which is strange because I wasn't allowed to watch scary movies as a young child. I have no idea where these images came from at my young age
>Suddenly the floor opens up and there's fire
>Family no longer in sight
>hecomes
>Mother fucking Satan rises up from out of the floor, red skin, horns, pitch fork the whole deal
>Says something about how I'll never see my family again in a deep, distorted voice
>Mfw speak of the devil
>Scream
>Wake up in a panic, sit up and look around trying to spot the devil and run
>Realize it was a nightmare, hot as fuck because of the wooden stove
>Scoot away from the stove and try to fall back asleep unsuccessfully, too scared of the devil.
>Eventually pass out from exhaustion close to sunrise.
That's the earliest nightmare I can remember. More to come, prepared to be spooked fuckers!
No.17033
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Spooky dreams part 2, here we go
>Be somewhere between the ages of 7 and 8
>New house, not the same as the one I had the devil dream in
>Trying to fall asleep
>fucking bed time man
>Struggle for a long time, get up a couple of times to sneak a piece of left over pizza from the fridge
>Eventually start to fall asleep… but something's wrong
>Whole perspective starts to go fuzzy. My eyes are closed, but it looks like everything is just going grey and fuzzy
>Fuzzy feeling intensifies over my entire body
>Realize I can't move
>become very panicked as the fuzzy feeling only increases like I'm slowly falling into oblivion
I realize now that this was an episode of sleep paralysis. I've never had one before this as far as I'm aware and I haven't had one since, and it lead to one of the most depressing and yet horrifying nightmares of my life, continued below.
>Eventually fall into oblivion, only to be dropped off at the corner of nope street and Hell avenue
>Be dreaming
>Not me in the dream, no me in sight
>Instead I'm following someone like I'm a camera
>Shabby clothing, dirty and torn, no real colors to them anymore
>No real color to anything for that matter, just various shades of grey and black and nothing else
>Person is running but being quiet, jumping over rubble and broken pieces of building
>It's night time, they're in a city
>They're running from something, but I don't know what. They're just very frantic, afraid of being caught
>Don't ever see them turn around, even if they did their face would be obscured by the cloth wrapped around their head
>Eventually gets to a point where they stop, lean up against a wall and look out over the side
>They're trying to see something, or see if something can see them.
>A voice, someone calling the person's name.
>They look around, and there's another person in rags, bigger, broader, obviously a man even through the clothing that hides all features
>Person relaxes and steps away from the wall, stepping out into the open street.
>The two meet in the middle and share a hug. It's touching. Ash falls from the sky.
>They pull away from each other and immediately get back into action, ducking behind a building and crawling through rubble.
>Eventually they come out to an intersection. There's an old shop, just a small little thing compared to all the other builds that's mostly intact save for two walls.
>There's another person there, sitting cross legged in front of a fire
>The fire is the only source of light for miles. it's so small compared to the oppressive dark around it
>the two sit down by the fire and take off the rags around their heads, revealing the first to have been a woman with dirty, matted brown hair and the second to be a black man.
>They talk, about surviving, supplies, what made things as they are
>It wasn't war, it wasn't disease, it wasn't the Apocalypse
>It was Them. Whoever, whatever Them is.
>Any mention of Them begets a moment of silence so that the three of them can listen for any signs of Them, like they're omnipotent and can be summoned just by someone talking about them
>Woman asks if there's any hope
>Man at the fire says there never was.
And that's when I woke up in the early hours of the morning, just happy to be awake. I thought for sure that I was the woman in the dream, didn't even realize that I was just an observer. It was so frightening to think that there was something watching these people just around the corner in the darkness, and I knew there was too. They knew it as well, whoever those people were.
This particular dream is unique, because it's the first of three dreams I've had that take place in this dreary post apocalyptic setting. Each time I've had it it's always been the same three people, but each dream would be different fundamentally like they were episodes in a series. I'll write more about the other two dreams as they come chronologically, there's more spooks to be had before then!
No.17035
Nightmare number three, let's keep it going.
>Be me, 11 or so now
>Sleeping over at my cousins house
>Been a long night, time to settle down and -
>Fall asleep before that sentence even gets finished
>Dream of my cousin's house, bit for bit. It's a pretty fucking sweet house.
>Me, my cousin, my sister, brother, and my other cousin all decide to go for a walk in the woods behind cousin's house
>We'reofftoseethewizardthewonderfulwizardofOz.gif
>Go exploring for a very long time
>Night falls
>Somehow get separated from the rest of the group
>Didn't know it was so dark until then
>But then it's not dark, there's lights coming from the trees
>Strange blue lights, like candles
>Feel like something's watching me, studying, scrutinizing
>See my Cousin, he's been looking for me
>Can't find the other three, is getting very worried about them
>No time to worry though, why?
>A motherfucking T-Rex in the motherfucking woods
>They say ten pounds of shit bricks were shat
>We ran, the T-rex chased
>Being small and agile and able to dodge trees, we got ahead of it
>That's when we noticed the oil
>Thick, dark pools of it are everywhere it seems, festering and bubbling. Pretty gross.
>Oil on the ground, oil in the trees
>Cousin says we can't be touched by it
>I wholeheartedly agree
>T-rex doesn't seem to notice though, continues it's advance
>We jump over pools of oil, trying to get to the tree line
>Hear the T-rex scream and look back, it's got lots of oil on it now dropped from trees, stepped in, etc
>Oil is eating away at the T-rex's flesh, buts and bone visible within seconds
>Turn back around and run for my life after my cousin who's cleared the trees
>Burst out into the back yard
>See the swing set my cousin has, except that it's melting
>Not from oil though, acid. Noxtious green acid
>Also my brother's there, in the acid, half melted and still alive
>Think about trying to save my brother but my cousin runs up and grabs me
>Too late anon, we have to go before it rains!
>Look up to see black clouds in the sky, darker than the night
>Block clouds of oil
>T-Rex bursts out of the woods as well
>extra incentive to run to the basement and get inside just as it started to rain
>Watch the oil rain drill through the T-rex like bullets
>T-rex falls, down and out
>Step away from the window and follow cousin upstairs
>No one's home, everyone's just up and vanished
>No sign of sister or other cousin, really starting to flip shit over that fact
>Cousin goes and gets a couple of his dad's guns, gives me one
>We step outside onto his porch that wraps around his house and is protected by the roof, looking and calling for anyone
>World is gone, all is black with oil that continues to rain..
>Look out over the railing towards where the basement door is while cousin goes to the opposite side of the porch
>Acid pit seems immune to the oil, jumps out and latches onto the melted T-rex's bones
>Then I see the demons.
>Horrible, black oily things with fierce yellow eyes all climbing up from out of the oil
>Flip shit and run to go get my cousin
>Demons on the porch, coming in from all sides
>Have to get inside, forget about cousin
>Go inside and slam the door, holding the gun and wondering what use it'll be against such a supernatural horde
Then I woke up. What's very, very strange about this dream in particular is that it was a shared dream. My cousin dreamed almost the exact same thing. He dreamed we all went out into the woods together and went exploring, only to have me get separated from everyone else. Some trees ate his brother and my sister, like straight up tore them to shreds. That's when he went to find me, my brother had run off and ended up in the pool of acid. He mentioned the oil but not much after that, not the T-rex, not the demons and not his missing parents. I can only assume he forgot more of his nightmare than I did, but it's still one of the most dreadful dreams I've ever had.
No.17036
Number four and five baby, spootacular!
>Be sleeping
>All is darkness. Nothing but black
>Then out of the darkness, a monkey
>That evil fucking money
>The kind with the big eyes and the yellow vest
>Symbols in it's grubby monkey paws, clanging together
>Big fucking teeth pulled back in a not-so-smile, more like a grimace
>You know what I mean, it's a famous fucking toy
>Monkey just bashes his symbols together in the dark
>Playmonkeyplay
>That's it, that is the dream
For some reason, that dream in particular freaked me out when I was young, probably because I had no idea what was going on. Now this next one might not have been a dream. I honestly can't remember, I just know that it happened and oooooooh fuck, if it's not a dream it's easily the scariest thing that's happened to me ever.
>Be 13
>Out on the living room couch because my brother refuses to go to bed on time on a school night and is staying up playing video games when I'm trying to sleep
>Fucking prick
>Quick lay out of the living room
>It's a trailer, so it's the first room you walk into
>Sister has her own bed in the living room against the wall
>She's asleep. Above her is a mirror
>The clown mirror
>Let me explain
>My dad had a very ironic look on clowns
>He "hated" them, in the sense that he knew they were all evil spawns of hell sent to steal our flesh and wear it as their own
>Used to tell stories about evil clowns all the time, they were pretty scary but mostly we just laughed because of how he told him
>Back to the mirror
>This thing is covered in clowns. Little clown figurines, little clown shaped bottles, clown posters
>It was a fucking shrine of evil clowns
>One was more evil than the rest
>This clown was a bobble head of some kind, the head could be detached though
>Clown wore very little make up, just green around his lips which were drawn back in a hideous smile with big sharp teeth
>Piercing red eyes, little hat on top his red hair
>Icecream in one hand, bloody axe in the other
>We have no idea where this thing came from. We honestly don't. Dad doesn't remember buying it, none of us remember finding it
>It was just… there one day.
>Back to the dream/maybe not a dream
>I'm laying on the living room couch, sister is fast asleep
>Room is pitch dark, but most of all quiet
>Out of the quiet, I hear a noise like something was moving
>Roll over and call out my sister's name
>No response. Try again with brother, dad and step mom
>None at all. All is quiet.
>Roll back over, try to get back to sleep.
>Roll over again after some time and there it is
>That fucking evil clown, laying on the couch next to me facing my way
>Ice cream in one hand, bloody axe in the other.
>Grab it and throw it across the living room
>Now this is what makes me think it might have been a dream
>Wake up some time later sitting bolt upright
>get up and go turn on the living room light, look to the clown mirror
>There is he, just like he was when I came in there to sleep. None of them have moved.
>What I saw is still fresh in my mind, but I hear a distinct lack of noise coming from my room
>So I go back in there to sleep, just in case.
Not long after that, that evil clown's head came up missing. We don't know where it went, it just up and vanished one day. I'm pretty sure I still have it's body in a box in my closet somewhere. It's not done anything spooky since then.
No.17037
Nightmare number 6, the return of apocalypse now.
>Fall asleep and dream
>It's them, the three people sitting around the fire
>It's like they never moved… but they have.
>The building is different, the fire is smaller and there's a fourth person there now
>Can't make out their features, too far away from the fire
>I'm again absent from the scene, just an onlooker
>Feeling of utter dread returns. It's like I never left this dark and dreary world
>Know through dream logic that it's day time, and yet everything is still so dark
>everyone around the fire is pretty quiet, not saying much and when they do they keep their voices down
>Can't let Them hear and come to their location after all
>The dream goes on like this, the four of them quietly talking about their circumstances and debating what to do next
>Then I see Them
>Oh god, I can see Them.
>They're horrifying, not human, not demons, not aliens
>Something lovecraftian, spawns of Cthulhu
>StraightOuttaR'lyeh.movie
>Kind of remind of of the monsters from Cloverfield now that I think about them
>They blend right in with the colorless rubble. If they weren't moving I wouldn't have noticed them
>Try to call out to the people and warn them, tell them to put out the fire
>They're here, they're going to get them!
>I'm silent. I don't make a sound. I'm not there, I'm just an observer, powerless to help or intervene.
>This isn't my dream, it's a reality that I have no control over. They rule here.
>This is the feeling I got watching these things creep closer to the fire, clinging to walls and scraping along broken streets while the only four living beings I'd ever seen were clueless to their advance.
It ended with Them being right up on them, just outside of the light of the fire. When next I dreamed about this world, it was about two years ago.
>Dream of the woman, running towards me.
>Black man isn't too far behind, catching up quickly
>There's screams. Lots of screams. Not all of them human.
>The two split up, saying something about finding one another again.
>They follow.
>The fire is put out, all is dark and grey.
>No colors, no hope. Only Them.
>Follow the woman, because she's been the most familiar person in this dreamscape. She was the first I'd seen, and she'd be the last if this was the end of this trilogy.
>It's like the first dream again, she's ducking around corners and climbing over rubble except this time They are actively pursuing her.
>Never get a very good look at Them, always just out of sight for both me and the woman
>Despite being right behind her the entire time, when she looks back she doesn't see me.
>Just running, always running.
>Eventually she skids behind a door and presses up against the wall, sitting on the floor and holding her breath
>They rush past, apparently not seeing her go through
>Never noticed how quiet They were until that moment, or at least how quiet They were while moving
>Like fog moving over the ground if you've ever heard that before
>She pokes her head out of the door then ducks back in
>Quickly finds a window and opens it
>Makes sure none of Them are around before stepping out of the window, hanging from it for a second, then jumping
>A couple of stories below
>Lands in a crumpled heap but is fine, she gets up and starts to move again
>This is life here. Constantly running an avoiding Them, trying to keep in contact with people but only being able to maintain it for so long
>This must be what Limbo is like. No hope, no sunshine, only Them.
I woke up feeling dazed and just stared for a little bit before realizing I was awake again. This was when I really started to notice that I'd been having this reoccurring dream, or rather a reoccurring setting. I've never heard of this kind of reoccurring dream before, so I have to assume that it's unique to me. Or maybe it is a recurring dream and I've only been able to remember parts of it at a time. I don't know. I haven't had that dream setting in a while now, but I'm always going to remember the depressing, doomed vibe that I get from it.
No.17039
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Last one for now, I promise. This I dreamed about last night.
>Be me, last night, sleeping
>dreaming of Metal Gear Solid
>Fuck yeah Snake
>For some reason I'm in an auditorium
>Like the kind at your local high school
>Lots of people are there, no idea what the occasion is
>Too busy fighting Metal Gear
>Something's wrong though
>The game's not being right, something's off about it
>Can't tell what it is though
>Suddenly the lights go out and there's a siren
>SilentHill.jpg
>Everyone starts to panic, trying to find loved ones in the dark
>I stumble about for a bit and come across some friends
>One of these friends is standing next to a book
>I pick it up, have a look
>"The Necronomicon"
>Oh fuck.
>Suddenly I recognize what was wrong with MGS
>The game was projecting signs about the Necronomicon
>The Elder Sign, enemies acting crazy for no reason, etc.
>Know instantly what's inside that book
>Knowledge of the elder evils, how to summon the apocoalypse, etc.
>Know that no mortal should ever read these words
>Keep a close fucking watch on it from then on, hugging it to my chest and everything and wondering if someone had already read it.
>One of the older adults, a teacher or something, speaks up over the panicked shouts and asks people to get into small groups so they could do a headcount
>I find my way to a group when there's a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder
>The light from the lightning never leaves the room though, at least not entirely. It keeps the auditorium lit up in an eerie glow
>At least we can see again
>Sit next to a friend of mine named Eric, and beside him is a mutual friend of ours Nikita
>She tries to reassure us that it's nothing serious but I know better considering the book I have a hold of
>Another friend of mine from another group named Jordan suddenly starts saying he knows what's causing all of this
>Says he had a vision of North Korea
>The capital city
>He pulls out a deck of cards and builds a few paper houses to illustrate
>He said that one moment everything was normal, then a great terrible shadow loomed over the city
>he said it was responsible for what was happening here
>"We're all doomed."
>TimesEnd.mp3
>Decide that I'd had enough of that and offer to go sit over by a far wall with Eric
>He agrees and we move away from the group. Then it starts to rain indoors
>No clouds, no warning, just sheets of rain.
>We get to the wall and sit down. A little girl asks her mom what the Elder Evils were
>Eric and I both explained to her that they were beings as old as the creation of the universe, or older, or perhaps from another universe entirely
>We explained that they were beyond our comprehension, that they weren't meant for humans to know about
>We tell her that they're responsible for what's happening
>"He comes."
And that's about where the dream ended. I've got to say, the trilogy might have the most hopelessness of any nightmare I've ever had, but no dream has ever just been filled with a sense of unstoppable doom as last night's dream was.
Anyways, I can't remember anymore of my nightmares right now so I'm going to stop posting. Enjoy my spooky stories you fuckbois. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
No.17075
>Lightbulb
>nothing else
>it would flicker on and off
>each time it was off it felt as if I couldn't breathe
>eventually it didn't turn on
>physically feel as though I'm suffocating
>wake up
not very scary, but that dream has stuck with me for years and years
No.17114
Not exactly scary:
>be in dark building
>going through rooms and hallways beating humanoid monsters with a flashlight, pic related
>teen girl suddenly appears and tackles one
>the girl follows me but no more monsters appear
>at the end of the dream I look into a utility closet with a ladder going up
>I tell her not to go into the closet, but she does anyways
>wake up
The weirdest part is that I have never felt any attraction towards other people, but I felt like I wanted to cuddle that dream girl
No.17127
i have kept a dream journal, so i have some.
last one i had:
>be hiking with friends in forrest
>keep noticing it's absolutely beautiful
>walk through a meadow which follows a dried up river
>fast forward
>we are not in a 'deserted' town, at night.
>smoking a cig outside while sleeping buddy sleeps.
>suddenly feeling of danger of something monsterous wanting to kill hikingteam.
>while backing up (still outside) in a corner, see fucking wherewolf dashing into my view
>sees me
>oh shit
>intense fear activates, fear of dying, fear of dying painfully
>stumble on something stupid while backing away while WW is hunt-walking to me.
>fuck it, if im dying, i'll just accept it, not cower like a bitch.
>get back up and close eyes waiting for it to kill me
>doesn't
>open eyes, see werewolf looking sad at me, like he felt ashamed or sorry, and it runs away
>follow it, he allows it, looking over it's shoulder to make sure i keep up.
>see same meadow while following, now covered in broken giant trees and loads of dead branches.
>wake up
this fucking dream was so vivid that i needed like 5 minutes to come back to reality.
No.17134
Hey /x/ I keep on having recurring dreams where I can read people's thoughts and emotions through psychometry. What does this mean? Is this a normal dream thing? I never had this ability in dreams but it's become an increasingly big part of my dreams over the past few years.
Sorry for not contributing an interesting story, most of my dreams have been uninteresting aside from that lately.
No.17135
>be 14
>go to bed horny as shit
>every time i have a nightmare it's lucid
>nightmare
>in king sized bed in a dark room
>fucking shit I need sum fuk
>see ghost girl with white dress/black hair
>8/10 asian chick
>get out of bed and fuck her there on the floor
>she jizzes ectoplasm
>mom comes in the room
>"get out mom, I'm fucking my ghost waifu"
>wake up next morning
>still horny
>mfw I didn't even bust a nut in the dream
>mfw my face doesn't exist
No.17175
I want to know, how do I lucid dream about one of my kinks?
No.17176
>>17114
>The weirdest part is that I have never felt any attraction towards other people
Yup, that's weird.
No.17214
>>17000
>>17000
>nothing-herald had 16 arms
>post gets first trips of 17k block
The gods were triumphant, anon
No.17215
>>17000
>>17000
>nothing-herald had 16 arms
>post gets first trips of 17k block
The gods were triumphant, anon
No.17253
>>12405
My mom just told me a really weirdly specific dream she had about my dead uncle last night. I won't get too detailed because it won't make sense to you guys but it was just…well…it just seemed too detailed for a dream.
I should preface this by saying my uncle's death was kind of ambiguous. He struggled with drug addiction and mental illness his whole life. He ended up dying in his 50s of an apparent overdose. So, my mom's dream:
>In a room that's completely dark, save for a TV that's on
>Some guy sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette
>"Who's there?"
>"It's me, your brother."
>"Tell me, did you kill yourself?"
>"Yeah. I took a whole bunch of pills in the morning."
>"Are you with Jesus?"
>"Oh yeah. But he's like 25 years younger than me."
>"Are you ever around?"
>"All the time."
>"Do I notice?"
>"No. I look like someone else."
And then she woke up.
No.17263
>Play FNAF one day, some time after the release of 3
>Go to bed
>Dream I'm a little kid in my room at night
>Nightmare versions of the Freddy's animatronics out to get me in a similar fashion to the games
>Wake up horrified, but relieved they'd never make a Freddy's game like that
>FNAF4 releases a month later, is exactly like my dream
>mfw
No.17264
>>17253
>around, but doesn't look like himself
ITT:
ANON IS HIS OWN UNCLE
No.17271
>>17263
They're real, and they're after you. The game didn't give you nightmares
YOUR NIGHTMARES ESCAPED AND BECAME THE GAME
No.17318
>>12484
>>they fucking started howling and jumping around
>boots
>howling and jumping around
>>my life was never the same
>my sides, oh man
No.17508
> Week ago
> Returned from music fest i worked at
> Tired as fuck, haven't slept for 40+ hrs
> Sitting on a chair chewing donut facing my bed
> I closed my eyes for a moment and immediatly fell asleep
> Find myself conscious in a dream where i'm sitting on exact same spot looking at my crumpled bed cover
> Bed cover starts to move as if some invisible force was squeezing it
> Feel creeps over my whole fucking body + fear+1 as i sit and watch this wtf
> Decide to stand up and go touch it to see if it's real
> I reach the bed and as i pull my hand to grab the cover it jumps away against the wall
> I wake up out of shock in the same spot i was
> Took a shower, went to sleep and had a dreamless night
No.17516
>>17318
>my life was never the same
No.17529
>>12405
>be me
>be 5 y old
>look at older brother's kindergarten photos
>one of them is my bro with santa
>santa is really fucking creepy
>few days pass
>wake up in the middle of the night
>doors open slowly, light slips into the room, someone standing in the corridor
>eyes adapt to light
>its the fucking santa
>he's thin, tall, super-old, looks like a fucking mummy
>i lie on the bed, can't move
>santa slowly walks into my room
>santa starts laughing
>i wake up for real, doors are open, light in the corridor, santa is gone
>i cry like a bitch
No.19629
>>15658
I had a very similar dream to the second one, usually i would " shrug it off " but it felt differently, much more intense.
I don't know what to make of it.
>TL;DR 3 dreams
Fighting in a chinese underground gladiator against animals while others eat my last victims
fight against snake with a crowbar. the snake is dead but i seem to get mad at the fact that it is bloated, a fellow visitor grabs my crowbar and pops it like a baloon,
I take it and roll it like everyones favorite mexican dish
next against a titanium fish. I kill him and ask for it to be cooked for me.
I eat it and get so engaged that my entire right became covered in scratches from the fish bonez
be handing out spoons in art class, wondering what I am doing, everyone seems to be happy taking one.
Friend (ruben) of mine calls outside I grab a tape on the wayout.
There is a casette audio player, I fumble around and put the tape in " this is the soundtrack of your life " it says generic apatheticism/ or apethetic genericsim.
He readjusts the player, puts a (vinyl) needle directly on the magnet tape, I am thinking " why did i not figure this out! "
The sounds coming out seem awfully familiar, the sound becomes more and more repulsive, I turn it off.
I asked myself " I wonder what the movie would look like " the narrarator asks me
" There are many movies, not all will be understood, that is not to say that they do not have meaning, what is yours? "
I tell the geezer " Just gimme something grandpa ".
Everything turns dark and there is only a pantomime looking directly at me, only his face.
In a 4/4 beat he would call an emotion and make a face with his makeup changed, I would, in turn feel that particular emotion he mentions. Like some warioware high speed theatrical act
Anger, violence, sadness etc.
My perception increased with every mention.
The last 4 were kind of weird though. 4th last was the pantomime having his makeup divided in two parts of the face, left and right and the sides were interacting with eachother
maybe fighting. The 3rd last was him having like a scaly (makeup?) face, just saying some words i couldn't understand or remember, the second last was asking me for obedience in turn for the final face
mercy
Thanks for sharing your dreams
No.19630
Reposting and reworking this a bit from the weird dreams thread. I'm kinda spooked by all this, though it isn't much of a dream. Not too good at greentext, so bear with me here.
I'm deep into spiritual shit. Like, dream stones and other stuff. Since I had some extra money to blow off, I decided to buy some of these said dream stones off of the Earthbound Trading store. I dunno how popular it is, though, so in case ya'll don't know it, it's a pretty neat place with a ton of worldly stuff.
There were three types of stones in the small bag I bought. Now, I can't remember which one or ones they were or what I used, but what's important is what happened when I tried 'em out.
I had the damned best sleep of my life. But, as I was falling asleep, I had one clear image in my head that just suddenly came.
It was a rather healthy girl with nice, smooth skin, light-blue eyes, and long, smooth, pink hair, in nothing but a white bra. I was lying in her lap. She smiled at me and greeted me, and that was all I remember.
Later, as I was falling asleep again, I heard a voice in my head telling me 'Good night.' It sounded girly and childish like the one in my dream, so I… kinda thought-asked if she was the same girl? She said yes.
Since then, whatever the hell's been in my head has been like a little companion. A little source of encouragement. Whenever I cringed at remembering something stupid from year's past, it immediately blocked it out. If I was shy of doing something, I suddenly felt like I had to do it, even if it was something minor. If I got distracted, it suddenly snapped me back to attention.
But now, it's gotten a tad weird. Not bad, just… weird. Like, I'd think of something and she'd tell me it before I even thought of it for some reason. She also tells me that 'she wants to be real.' She even changed her 'form' to one of my really old DnD(?) characters, and I later had a sudden dream of fucking her. It wasn't vivid, but it was more than most of my other dreams. That's just some of the odd stuff it does.
So /x/, am I just going crazy and need mental help, or is this some kinda phenomenon, like a spirit guide? It says it wouldn't even dream of hurting me, and it has yet to even come close to – in fact, as I said before it's been helping me a lot, but I'm really curious. Hell, just me posting this worries it because it's afraid it'll have to go away.
No.19657
>young orthodox Christian boy
>go to church in 100 year old building that used to be synagogue
>have weird feelings around this room that is directly behind the altar.
>church lock in
>vivid dream about wandering down there alone
>see something that looks like pic related
>think nothing of it since it look similar to a mortal kombat character
>weird shit goes on back there a lot
>constant feeling of being watched
>light fixtures fall on and off out of nowhere overy the years
>be at my mom's college grad thing (celebrated at the church)
>1AM, time to leave, they send me to make sure the lights are shut off upstairs since we are the last people there
>halfway up the stairs see a shadow go across the hall
>all of my nope .gif
>feel the same presence as the dream
>run out, knowing lights are on upstairs and lie saying I checked, we leave.
To this day I still wonder what the hell sort of spiritual entity with four arms lives behind a Christian altar
No.19659
>>19630
It's time for you to learn about tulpamancy, anon
No.19664
>>19659
Well shit. To be honest, I never really wanted a tulpa because it'd take too much time to actually make and my housemates would send me to the nut house instantly… but I can't just let 'her' go.
I won't have to physically talk to her once I start imagining her into reality, right? If we could just keep thought-talking or some shit then that'd be great.
No.19716
>2 nights ago
>dreamed I had 2 envelopes in my p.o box
>next day
>look in my p.o box
>2 envelopes
What fuck? I see the future?
No.23647
fucking nightmares. I made one where a monster I don't remember screamed at me the I lost my soul forever and waking up wouldn't have changed nothing, and then I woke up. Fucking unconscious trying to fuck with me. fortunately I don't have them much, even if my first memory is a nightmare I had when I was three.
No.23648
Not my dream but my girlfriend has had this recurring dream since she was very young of a man standing in her room…either in the corner, leaning over her bed from the bottom, peering out of her walk in wardrobe or on the other side of her bed from her…last night she woke up quite late at night beside me and apparently punched me in the back to wake me up because the same man was doing something to my neck. I woke up and she was sat up straight (this has happened before so I didn't freak out), I grabbed her and spooned her and we went back to sleep. In the morning she told me about it and told me when she was younger the man used to have a voice as well but as she got older it went away.
Her description of him was;
>around 6ft 3"
>completely black/no colour
>described him as white even though she couldn't see his skin colour
>quite skinny
>wore a long black coat possibly
But that's all I could get out of her before she closed up…I've told her to go see someone about it because it's genuinely terrifying me now…she said that the man had never came in contact with her either, like never touched her at all. So the fact that he was presumably trying to strangle me or something last night is pretty worrying…anyway, was hoping someone could give me some advice!
No.23650
>>12405
can someone please post the creepy webm with the singing flesh demons and the carousel and the penises popping everywhere? thanks.>>12405
No.23668
>>13526
Yes, I know exactly what you're talking about. I haven't had any dreams like that in quite a while though.
No.23669
Alright, so this was last night.
>I'm at a little apartment or motel type room, there's a boardwalk with an overhang out front and everything is made out of wood
>Some kind of game or event had been going on, and I was participating in it by dragging my fingers through this kind of psychedelic and shiny looking mud on a piece of cardboard
>Go to set the board with the mud stuff outside the room by the door, I fold it a bit before I set it down and it fucks it up a little, but it still looks alright
>An old friend of mine who I used to be in a relationship with is there with me and we're both staying in the room
>She is acting flirty towards me and we almost kiss, and I'm confused because she has a new boyfriend now
>She says she has to go to school, so she goes to a highschool and I chill out in the room
>I suddenly appear in front of the highschool she went to, and someone, I think it was my mother, also appears and tells me that my friend has committed suicide
>Spend the rest of the dream standing in front of that school and realizing how much I care about my friends
This dream really disturbed me because I've got three suicidal female friends, and two of them I've been in a relationship with
No.25959
>>16963
>see lots of cute girls
>various ripoff arcade cabinets of irl games
>all look fun
>not realising you were in an animu
No.25977
>stay up late one night listening to shitty creepypasta readings
>hear a gentle knock on my second story window
>what sounds like a little girl is asking me to let her in
>even though blinds are closed, I know exactly what she looks like
>pretty much like your generic modern CGI ghost: like a normal person only greyscale and wispy and luminescent
>this goes on for what feels like hours
>tell myself I'm just imagining it because I'm tired
>eventually the sun starts to come up
>like it's still dark out but there's that little hint of grey starting to pierce the sky
>little girl ghost thing goes away
>go downstairs to get some water
>fill up cup and feel someone watching me
>turn around to look out the back door
>it's the fucking michelin man
>just standing there, staring at me, and swaying ever so slightly
>too fucking tired to give a shit right now
>start heading upstairs
>notice something unusual in the bathroom as I pass it
>there's a fucking cube of liquid water sitting on top of the sink
>touch it
>realize I'm dreaming
>suddenly become aware of my real body in bed
>freak out because when I move my dream body I can feel my real body not moving
>force my real finger to twitch
>wake up
>it's still 2 AM
>I dreamed the whole fucking thing
>m fucking fw
No.25983
The night that my cat, Sugar, died, I had a dream where I was kind of drifting or floating in an empty space.
I kept seeing her close, but slightly far away and she began to jump through these different doors and windows. The empty void was filled with them.
She would enter one and pop out another and I would try and chase her to no avail.
I could tell after waking up it was just another way of me coping with the loss. She's gone now, maybe gone to somewhere else and I couldn't get to her.
But another part of me can't really understand the meaning of all the portals.
Her running away is one thing, but on the night of the day she dies I get a dream about her fucking teleporting?
No.26012
>I'm Prince
>My concert starts
>Start off the show by pulling out a shotgun and shooting blanks at the crowd
>Everybody panics and tries to get out
>I'm arrested and go to prison
What does it mean?
No.26016
When I was 9 or 10 I had a nightmare that someone created self replicating blood-sucking flying robots. They were cylindrical, with members for blood consumption at one end. In order to survive, I had to flee to a cave in India. I seems silly in hindsight, but I couldn't stop quaking after I had it.
No.26018
>>26012
It means you have very little understanding of gun safety. You can kill people by shooting them with blanks, and you were justly arrested.
No.26027
>>26018
Now that you mention it: I remember killing a bunch of people (I hardly noticed because I was in the moment) as well as a mooring off of a catwalk and that caused it to collapse and twenty-odd people spilled off of it onto the floor below (and me to snap out of my "moment").
Paradoxically, as the character Prince, I was assuming that they were harmless blanks but, as the architect of logic within the dream: I subconsciously knew that blanks were dangerous to fire at people, especially when done so carelessly, and can actually do damage from surprisingly long distances.
No.26028
What are your dreams, human?
No.26029
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>>12405
My father is angry and hits me until I can barely move. I am in yard on my back, I then pull knife from my pocket and cut my penis off and use it as a dildo in my ass. It feels good.
It makes no sense, my dads a bit of a beta and has never hit me. I have no urge to cut my penis off. But the feeling of the penis in my ass was mixed with the feeling of an erection and was good.
No.28398
I just woke up and started searching /x/ on here and half chan, looking for any information regarding a reoccurring theme in my dreams.
What woke me tonight
>Walking home with my dog. It is cloudy and on the other side of the street is a farming crop.
>See kid in white and red horizontal striped shirt, dark pants, facing toward crop. Arms at his sides.
>He moves forward without walking, moving like a chess piece
>OMG WTF? Should "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK?"
>He turns around and does a wolverine pose. Knees bent facing outward, arms bent at the elbows with fists up, away from his body
>WTF, start running with my dog.
The movement where someone just slides, like a poorly animated video game, but they just move like that is something that keeps happening in my dreams. It is always very strange. I'm trying to google it but getting a lot of how-to-cheat-the-gps-on-pokemon-go. lol wtf?
No.28399
No.28434
>about a day after getting out from the hospital because of dengue
>walking around the neighborhood after a typhoon
>see a tiger, a gorilla, and a giraffe talking with each other from their cages
>ask them if i can take their picture
>they say yes and i took it and i sent them a copy
>showed it to my dad
>went back and they were gone
here's a second one
>be me
>wake up floating in some dimly-lit mansion
>see a shadowy humanoid with black eyes and i attempt to chase it
>looks at me trynna threaten me so i try to spirit gun him lmao yu yu hakusho but i cant because still not used to lucid dreaming or whatever
>he throws a shadowy ball thing at me and i wake up
>i manage to sleep again and we were on a different place
>he was running on a wall of a building upwards and i was now chasing him
>the city also looked different like it was dark and didnt have any lights despites living in a big city
>i fight him off for a few moments but once again i wake up
there was more but i cant seem to remember all of it but it's all in the back of my head
anyone wanna tell me what happened?
No.28436
No.28440
>>12405
Every dream every night is spoopy or a nightmare. Get on my level.
No.28442
>be me
>14ish
>dream of nothingness
>floating bodyless in a white void
>suddenly
>pineapple appears floating gently in the middle of my field of view
>stays floating for the entirety of the dream until I wake up
>mfw
I didn't believe in stories of weird dreams until I had this one and I wish I was bullshitting you guys on this one. I heard once that dreams involving pineapples and the like are signs of repressed sexual deviation but my fetishes aren't that bad
No.28537
Not mine, but my dad's. He was visited by an angelic figure who kept screaming louder and louder a date, June 5th. What, if anything, do you think the meaning was?
No.28822
1.
>teeth grow huge in size so I can't close my mouth and it is very uncomfortable, >teeth at back and front of mouth always grinding
>tell mum I need an operation to fix this it's hurting me
>mum tells me she doesn't care and that operations cost money
>try to talk to girls with these teeth
>everybody rejects me
>sad
Wake up
2.
>i wake up from my bed and walk to my brothers room
>I'm naked, and /fit/ like irl
>there is a vampire and demons in my house
>I am now an angel and have to fight them with a sword that god gave me
>I shine light from my body and it hurts them
>kill all of them
>angels can't live with people
>alone
Normally when I have bad dreams about monster and stuff, they turn into metal gear rising type deals where I fight them.
No.28823
>>28537
It could mean anything. Does that date have any significance for your dad?
>>28822
Body image issues and high testosterone are a bad combination.
No.28846
This is a recurring dream/nightmare I've always had for years.
>Driving.
>car is going a little too fast on a crowded highway.
> Realize I'm not in the driver's seat, I'm shotgun.
>No driver, I have to reach over to use the wheel
>Car keeps getting faster.
>If I try to get into the driver seat to hit the breaks I'll crash.
> I realize I can't keep this up forever. I'm going to hit something eventually.
>But if I hit something/someone people will die.
>But if I DON'T hit something/someone we'll keep going faster and the inevitable crash will just be worse.
>Car keeps going faster.
>I've already delayed too long, if I hit something we all die.
>Car keeps going faster.
>But if hitting something means we all die then that means I just have to delay even more.
>The more I delay, the more people will die.
>Car keeps going faster.
Then I wake up.
No.28930
>>28846
To me that sounds like you're deeply anxious about the future.
No.28933
I wasn't actually in this dream but more of an ethereal figure observing the events:
>everything was black and white
>there was a crowd of people about to invade a huge, walled city (this city was modern looking and the attackers were more gang like than soldier like).
>When they finally breeched the gate, everything inside the city was in vivid color.
>Everyone in the horde acted like they never had seen color before
>They got really uncomfortable.
>After a bit of time awkwardly looking at each other in confusion, they left without destroying a thing.
Thoughts?
No.32588
would eating a bunch of mushrooms before I go to sleep give me wacky ass dreams
No.32592
>>32588
It's more likely to give you diarrhea.
No.32908
>Often have recurring dreams about being back in high school
>Have to get to class, but don't know where my class is
>Wander aimlessly around school looking for my class, stressing out because I've missed like 5 classes already
>Usually I'm an adult too, which makes me feel even more out of place
>Every time I think I'm close the bell rings and I have to start over
>Sometimes I realize I don't have to be here anymore and try to find a way out
This is where it all starts to get fucked up.
>Sometimes I manage to get out, sometimes I just end up wandering those damned endless halls until I wake up
>There were two times I remember where I managed to successfully escape, both of them went pretty much the same way
>I jumped over the fence and ran up the road which led up a tall hill
>Make it to the top and keep walking
>It gets very dark and foggy very quickly, can't see five feet in front of me
>Realize in this exact moment that I've made a terrible mistake
>Feel uneasy, get goosebumps
>Shit, I'm not alone
>I'm being hunted
>They're all fucking around me
>Barely catch a glimpse of a few, but they look like shadowy wolf-like creatures
>It feels like they're about to pounce at any moment, no clue how many there are, can't see shit
>Take off sprinting down the road, can feel them hot on my heels, they're growling and making some kind of moaning sound
>I know if I slow down even a little bit I'm dead
>Eventually reach what looks like a small farmhouse on the side of the road
>The fog finally clears up a bit, seems like those things don't want to leave the thick fog
>Look up at the sky, it's the middle of the night
>Go inside the farmouse's fence, it doesn't look very good at keeping anything out and there's nothing where the gate should be but I know I'm safe, they won't come for me here
>Decide to hunker down and wait either until morning comes or until someone else shows up
>Spend the whole night tensely crouching behind a huge green tractor, waiting for something to happen
>Daybreak comes, and with it comes two guys in a truck
>Apparently they live in this house, ask me what I'm doing here
>Explain to them what happened, they're just kind of like "oh yeah you saw them huh?"
>Wake up shortly after
The second time was a little different
>Run into the mountains after escaping
>Following a really twisty road through some really hilly mountains
>I'm way high up, past the edge of the road to my left is a several-hundred foot drop
>Suddenly get goosebumps again, hair is standing up
>oh fuck please no
>Here they fucking come, even though there's no fog and it's the middle of the afternoon this time
>Take off sprinting again, manage to put a lot of distance between us surprisingly
>Eventually reach a small town in a valley, thank God I can finally relax
>Turns out they have a shitton of wounded people that got attacked by those things
>Start to panic, but the nurse or whoever the fuck assures me it's fine, they've never come here before
>Sun is setting so decide to stay the night, they put me up in a barn
>Just as I'm about to lie down and go to sleep, there's a huge uproar all throughout the town
>Get out of bed to go check it out
>It's them
>Dozens of the fuckers running through the streets, slaughtering people left and right, tearing them apart
>Apparently nobody has electricity so the only light is coming from oil lamps and torches, can barely see shit
>I know this is my fault, they came here because of me
>All I can do is run of out town and get back on the mountain in the pitch black darkness
>Can still hear their screams as I go over the hill
>Run as fast as I can, hoping to get as far away as possible before they finish with the townspeople
>Make it to another town by the next day, warn them about what's going to happen
>They take my warning to heart and we all spend the whole day fortifying the town
>After it's mostly finished the chief or whoever the fuck tells me to get some rest, there's no way anything is getting through here he says
>Take him up on his offer, not like I have a choice since I'm fucking exhausted
>Wake up not long after, they probably would have showed up and killed everyone again though if I hadn't
No.32937
I once had a dream with a credit sequence. Pretty snazzy one too, depicting the end of the plot of the dream in the background.
>>15658
>>we all start panicking, like we knew it would happen, but we kept brushing it off like it wouldn't.
>>19629
>I had a very similar dream to the second one, usually i would " shrug it off " but it felt differently, much more intense.
>
>I don't know what to make of it.
Uhh…huh.
Sorry guys, that's probably me. Just had the idea today, some hours before I read the thread. The idea is to keep you alive, though.
No.32945
>be at a skewed version of my house
>fucking around on my phone
>put a video on youtube
>"best singers ever"
>video is blurry as fuck, really old looking low res shit
>plays for like 2 seconds Bruno Mars I think? then Robbie Wlliams, again just for a few seconds
>third guy comes along and instead of music it's a really loud, scary, alarm type noise
>WAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWA
>feel weird pressure in the middle of my chest
>can't move, can't turn off phone, can't even stop holding it
>think about my mom and wish she could come help me
>wake up
No.32992
Small questionaire for interested anons about dreams:
>do you see letters/numbers
>do you remember faces
>can you remember multiple dreams longer than 1 day
>do you dream every night
No.32996
>>32992
1. No
2. Only if they're the faces of people I know in real life, like friends and relatives
3. Yes, sometimes, but it depends on if I want to remember them or not
4. No
No.33009
>>32992
1) Not really unless they're important or just big
2) Sometimes depending on the person's importance of the dream
3) If I want to then yeah
4) Most but not every
No.33046
>be me at the age of 14 quite a few years ago
>have a dream I'm in some sort of a youtube vaporwave lookin paradise
>two QTs by my side as we're laying down
>one of them is giving me a handjob
>feels really good
>then I fucking wake up with a massive diamond boner for no reason, or maybe I had an alarm, I don't remember well
>was so fucking pissed for a while after that
No.33083
>>32992
>yes, I can read in my dreams
>no, though sometimes I get the feeling of who someone is
>as long as I think about them a couple times so it sticks in my memory
>pretty much
No.33105
>>32992
hi "secret group" want to datamine us? no thanks.
No.33167
No.33168
No.33220
>people in my city were disappearing overnight
>I went to bed and woke up in this underground cave like you would go spelunking in
>there were all these little goblins and one of them was high up and he was the head goblin
>I was lying next to these other people and we were sacrifices
>every so often a clay rune would roll down a ramp like the memory balls from inside out
>the head goblin would declare the name of the rune and what it meant
>then the runes that came through were glass with a red symbol on it
>this upset the head goblin and he said something was bad was happening
>he said to "send all the sacrifices directly to hell"
>then this hot woman came in and said that something had changed
>she was tall and she had long black hair and she was wearing a tight fitting black dress and she smelled nice
>she gave me half burned cigarette and a bag of candy
>she said that you'll need this to get past "the boatman" but i had to hide them on my person
>I rolled up the bag of candy and started shoving it up my ass and she said she would help me and pushed the bag of candy up my ass herself
>there was also another woman there who had freckles and red hair and she was wearing a white shirt and a skirt
>the last few seconds before i woke up was an every frame a painting type movie analysis about the use of cigarettes in film
>the first clip was a guy sitting in a deck chair covered in snow
>he waited to long to ash his cigarette and the snow on the arm of the chair melted
>the narrator said this was just like the character as he always waits until it's too late
No.33222
>>32996
>>33009
>>33083
Thanks anons
>>33105
>self-reported answers on an imageboard is effective datamining for research
I was just curious how other people dream, I don't think CIAniggers have webms of synthwave laying around so they can find out what your dreaming about
No.33268
>cross-posting from fringe
So I had an odd dream recently.
It began and I am semi-lucid. I know I am dreaming and I attempt to figure out how to control things. It's night and I start off essentially skating on top of a creek that forms a circle on itself, with tall cliffs on either side. I'm like a jet-ski on the water. I'm pretty sure the way I was doing this was forcing energy through my fingertips which were placed behind me à la naruto style running with my feet just barely touching the water.
In time I some how find myself in a gated courtyard with four buildings surrounding me. I know the building in from of me houses some animals in cages and tanks and I want to get in to do something to them. Not quite sure what I wanted to do with them, but I have a sneaking suspicion I wanted to kill them or hurt them. The door on the first story is locked, but I know I can jump up to the second story and go through the open windows. For some reason I decide to jump up to the second story of a different building off to my side. In there I see a skeleton in a black cloak, just standing completely motionless. It had the most particular quality of seeming completely real, yet not real at the same time. It was as though it was so real, it looked almost cartoony, as if it was maybe made of some material not know to humans. Normally this would frighten me a bit, but I consider death to be a sort of guide of mine and thought it just meant he was watching over me at that time. I return to the courtyard and look back at the building with the animals in it. Standing in the two open windows on the second floor are two more skeletal figures, this time dressed in colonial garb. One in mens clothing and one in females. The female was wearing a pink and white dress, like an American pioneer. Pink dress and white apron sort of thing, and a white head bonnet.
I decide the best thing to do is to move one of the figures to get in. I practice jumping a few times because I have trouble in lucid dreaming doing exactly what I want. After about three tries I manage to some how get the hang of jumping really high, and up I go to the second story, take the female skeleton and bring it back down to the ground. Once there it somehow transforms. A sort of white light and stars swirl around it, and it becomes a human figure, with flesh, skin, and blood, and it looses that ethereal quality that the skeletons have. For some reason this absolutely terrifies me, and it begins to very slowly walk towards me, with this big smile on her face. I turn and run, jump over the fence, and I wake up.
I have absolutely no idea what this could possibly mean lol. Does anyone have any ideas?
No.33291
Back story: Was away on a vecation trip a few years ago with my girlfriend. we were lying in bunk-beds, me on bottom her on top.
dream starts
>I am standing in one of the whitest rooms i have ever seen
>Notice weird figures in said room
>I approach the two of them
>They tell me something in a weird language
I dont understand what the words mean, but they calm me, and the words make me feel safe.
>They show me a table, like an operating table.
>I lie down on it
>They do something to me with the weirdest tools ive ever seen.
>wake up
Here comes the spooky part.
The window was open to let fresh air in, and when i woke up i saw a bright light outside that vanished in less than a second.
This was in the forrest, and the room and outside was completely dark. my eyes couldnt have been "adjusting" to anything.
Then i noticed my boxers were wet, i investigated them and found semen in them.
Then i noticed my girlfriend also was awake. I asked her jokingly:
"did you have an orgasm too?"
and she answered:
"yes"
And she also saw the white light outside.
I have seen a rectangle shaped ship flying over this cabin when i was a child though.
No.33295
>>33291
Have you reported that to MUFON or some other UFO researcher? It sounds like something they might be interested in.
No.33296
>>33295
Never heard of MUFON and I don't know any UFO research people living in northern Europe. This event/dream took place in the woods, around 20 minutes by car away from a small town in Sweden. Please give me any links or something and I will gladly report it. I have other stories too, but they aren't connected with a dream, they're just pure ayylmao happenings.
No.33297
>>33296
>>33295
>>33291
Sorry for my double post here, but I just asked my girlfriend if she remembers this. She said yes, but also that she told a friend of hers earlier today about this exact happening. I legit got goosebumps now.
No.33339
>>15658
Nuclear war dreams? Hell yes.
>just last year, I think around summer
>in car with mom, she's driving us somewhere
>we're on the freeway 5 miles from downtown area
>lanes are in disarray, cars are all stopped and relatively far apart from each other
>all of sudden, ISIS guys appear in middle of freeway
>masks, backpacks, don't remember seeing guns though
>don't even feel threatened by their presence, they're just there
>look off into distant downtown area
>see 2-3 mushroom clouds slowly dissipating a few miles away
>hide in small hole in the side of freeway overpass
>for some reason, I'm having lots of fun
>wake up
I'm still waiting for my apocalypse. I really wish it would just happen already, since I just feel blueballed after that dream.
No.33532
I had a long series of recurring school dreams that usually went as badly as real life before some girl started appearing, at which point the school dreams were constantly derailed and eventually ended.
>be me, around 15-16 with serious anxiety and depression from a combination of life and a quack therapist
>recurring dreams of school as if I didn't deal with it enough during the day, always wake up exhausted
>severe problem with sleeping in class due to my inability to get proper sleep
>sitting in a nice quiet spot in an empty upstairs hallway like I do in real life, when this girl walks up to me
>she reassures me that my life will turn around but I just brush her off
>I wake up, in an empty classroom… Halfway through lunch.
Over the course of that same year my school performance improves, I can actually get proper sleep, and don't feel burned out all the time anymore.
>another night, another school dream
>teacher is taking homework
>I don't even know what to look for
>girl next to me hands me a stack of homework, immediately recognize her from before
>I look down at the papers, my name and handwriting are on the top of the bundle
>immediately realize I'm dreaming and just cheated a forgotten homework dream
>wake up
I had several dreams about missing classwork but this was the first time I broke a missing classwork dream, and sure enough it was that same girl from the first dream.
>another school dream, this time I'm getting dropped off at a dance even though I have nobody to go with
>girl from the other two dreams shows up at the door, calls me over
>principal shows up and kicks her out, but I'm not leaving her behind so we both go
>she offers a do-over and before I can ask what that means I'm standing in a ballroom
>despite being a bit confused by what just happened I have a great time
>wake up
Same girl shows up in a lot of non-school related dreams, lucid or otherwise, but I'll post the school ones for brevity.
>fast forward after my high school graduation, no more school burnout and I feel great
>another school dream, but after recalling my graduation I realize it's a dream
>try to wake myself up doing math, looking for stuff to read, and pinching myself, nothing works
>dream girl shows up and suggests I just cut class
>we head right out the front door and I make it to the bus turn-off before waking up
>another night, another school dream, this time I'm lucid
>head out the door and it starts pouring down rain
>wake up halfway through the parking lot
>another night, another school dream, I already know the drill
>go outside to wake myself up, doesn't work
>keep walking all the way to a strip mall several blocks down and there are these things floating in the sky that look kind of like huge glowing gyroscopes
>one of them hovers right above me and lines its rings up
>wake up relieved not to get abducted or fried
>another night, another school dream, this time a baseball game
>everyone has to attend and nobody's allowed to leave
>we all gather in the stadium and I take a look at the home team
>no points for guessing who's pitching
>she looks up at me, smiles, and gets ready for the first pitch
>it's some kind of fireball or plasma bolt
>home catcher is now doubled over in pain, clutching a smoking hand with a hole right through it, glove and all
>dream girl surrenders to the teachers and school cop while everyone else evacuates
>she later turns up outside and follows me to the bus
>bus door opens directly into my church
>wake up
And this is around the time my family takes an interest in going to church again.
>yet another school dream, girl nowhere in sight
>try to leave the building, doors are locked
>principal asks where I'm going, I explain I graduated over a year ago and shouldn't be here
>not buying it
>someone's headed in through the front door, not recurring dream girl but still the opportunity I need
>make a break for it and wake up
>another school dream, girl missing
>hear her voice telling me she can't help me and that I need to get out ASAP
>try to think of some unexpected way out
>try to check out and it works
>parking lot and drive-in filled with copies of the school signpost, all have sarcastic messages about my cleverness where announcements are usually posted
>wake up and the only recurring dreams I had since are of work
>recurring dream girl still appears to this day
No.33571
I will post in this thread as I don't really feel my situation reserves a new one.
I suffer from sleep paralysis I guess… I am nonspiritual, basically an atheist (no fedora your religion is fine anon)
The things I have seen have been so terrifying I can't begin to convey to you. Sometimes at the end of my bed a cloaked black mass watches me and my wife sleep. It feeds off of fear. I try to scream, I try to breathe, yell, get up. I cannot move. Every time I try to bring it up I get told it is just sleep paralysis. I feel this is unsatisfactory. I feel that this is a watered down version of something they tell me to make me feel as if this is normal. The truth is anon. I have not felt fear like this in my entire life. Looking back this has happened to me since I was a child. Black hands coming out of the bottom of my bed to grab my feet as I try to jump onto the mattress, odd smells of lavender, rose water. Weird shadows in my closet. I tell my brother and (He was born in Arizona and lived around a lot of Navajo Indians) he tries to tell me it is a skin walker. I have brought it up to my /pol/ buddies. they think that it is astral projections gone wrong. None of these seem to fit the bill especially after the last time.
>be me
>awake
>black cloaked monster at the foot of my bed hunched down with his shoulders and head showing at the top of my mattress
>breathing heavy
>cloak moves like smoke.
>I try to scream
>im pretty sure I was barely able to muster a soft groan
>finally I wake myself up.
>go take a piss
>come back
>in my hallway sits a little girl. 3, maybe 4 years old
>she does not have eyes
>I get mad, and decide to get real close. I was so afraid
>I decide to get close to convince myself she is not real
>she disappears
>gone without a trace.
I have never heard one account of continuing a hallucination after waking up from sleep paralysis. I have had odd dreams. Crazy shit, night terrors where I loose the people closest to me. Nothing, however compares to the fear I have during one of these episodes.
No.33967
Basically what happened was in the dream I took a nap in my car while I was at work with my head in a weird position.
So I wake up from the nap in the dream and my vision is frozen and it won't refresh for lack of a better term. I can close my eyes an it goes dark but the o my image I'm able to see was the last tgi ng I saw before I fell asleep as a permanent still image
And I was very weak and couldn't move much, so I had to yell for help with a voice that barely worked until someone came by and tried to help me get to a medical professional whole i was effectively blind and it felt like my body was made of sand and lead
No.33987
>>12405
> be me
> be 4 years old
> have stuffed clowns with unreasonably long arms and legs on your wall
> fall asleep
> clowns start reaching down from the wall and strangling you
> wake up and run to parents asking them to get rid of the clowns
> go to sleep the next night
> the clowns are back and they strangling you again
> wake up and run to parents and make them take the trash with the clowns in it out to the dumpster
> go to sleep the next
> see the clowns walking walking into your bedroom juggling bowling pins that have little clown heads on them
> clowns start throwing the bowling pins at you
> you hear the tiny clown heads on the bowling pins doing spoopy laughs as come hurling towards you
> you wake up and grab your dad's zippo lighter and fluid from the coffee table
> you run to the dumpster
> spray as much zippo fluid into the dumpster as you can
> light the zippo lighter
> throw the zippo lighter into the dumpster
> watch the fire start
> hear clowns' spoopy laughter
> see clown shapes in the smoke
> smoke clowns start reaching down and strangling you
> wake up for real this time
> run to parents room
> parents tell you that the trash man came already that morning and took the clowns away
> go back to sleep
> smokey, burned clowns start walking into your room
> this time the bowling pin's with little clown heads are an fire
> wake up and it's morning
> be playing outside with your friends
> convince friends that there are haunted clown dolls in the dumpster
> stand on friends back to look into the dumpster
> see it's full of trash
> run to mom and tell her that she is "full of dogshit" (something you heard dad say all the time).
> tell her you know the clowns are in the dumpster
> cry until mom drives you to grandma's house
> spend a few nights at grandma's house
> best sleep of your life
> come back home
> get friends to help you look in the dumpster to see if the clowns are still there
> dumpster is almost empty
> go to sleep that night
> have a normal dream
> remember this vividly for the rest of your life
> have a lifelong, irrational fear of clowns
No.33988
>>32992
>do you see letters/numbers
yes… and contrary to what some may say… I can read in my dreams and do basic arithmetic (for example, I can tell you 2 + 2 = 4 in a dream).
>do you remember faces
yes but my ability to conjure the faces back up in my waking mind fades quickly over time unless I repeatedly remember the face over a long period of time… the same holds true with any details about the specifics of images I see in my dreams
>can you remember multiple dreams longer than 1 day
yes I remember dreams from almost 30 years ago but not all of them… I generally can remember my dreams going back multiple days (4ish usually) in sequence without needing to consult my dream journal
>do you dream every night
yes literally every single night for as long as I can remember. I'm fairly certain that all people do (barring some sort of weird condition).
FWIW, I've been keeping a dream journal since I was a teen and I'm now I'm 30s. I attribute my dream recall abilities and my level of lucidity in my dreams to my dream journaling. If you do not immediately start trying to remember what you dreamed upon waking up then you will forget many of your dreams within minutes of getting out bed. If you don't do this immediately after waking up then you will completely forget a lot of your dreams within minutes after waking. This why a lot of people think they don't dream every night. They don't care to remember their dreams immediately upon waking and then later in the day they think back and can't remember a single thing because it's already been wiped out. So they assume they didn't dream because they can't remember anything. You have to wake up and immediately grab your dream journal and start writing if you want to consistently remember your dreams. The act of writing the dream down enforces the ability to recall the dream in multiple ways… mentally (by actually bringing the memories into your conscious mind), physically (because your are physically writing these memories on paper) and visually (because you are visually reading what you writing as you write it).
No.33989
>>33988
Also pro tip for having lucid dreams… read your last week's worth of dreams from your dream before going to bed every night. You will start becoming lucid in your dreams without needing to do any reality checks. You will just know it because it "seems like a dream". For me, I use reality checks to confirm that I am actually in reality rather than realizing that I am in a dream…
Disclaimer: I might be clinically insane.
No.34006
I don't often have /x/ related dreams, but when I do, they're awfully weird.
>be me
>be in some sort of urban/hood sort of area
>hilly roads, a strange amount of dead ends as well
>lots of older brick cornered concrete buildings from the 60's and the 70's
>It's twilight in the springtime (probably May from the humidity)
(honestly doesn't sound like any urban areas I've been to, but if it sounds familiar let me know)
>Kinda chumming around with friends
>We all Have knowledge of some sort of really bad shit going down
>Made me want to just score some reefer really quick and calm down
>We try and hunt for bud, for some reason we end up going into a school nearby to find it
>Place has been like, ghetto barricaded and there's some sort of combination traphouse/militia outpost inside
>About to make the deal but then we start to hear the fuzz
>Military police roaming around the streets, some sort of martial law shit
>Shots start getting fired, everybody starts scattering like roaches getting into defensive positions
>My friends and I don't have guns and I start asking where the guns are at
>Noone listens
>Decide it's probably a better idea to collect my posse and gtfo while we still can
>We do so, run our asses off down some streets, get chased by police vans slightly
>We start running into a more suburban-esque neighborhood nearby
>Vans decide the school is more worth their time
>We lose the milpolice, and decide to take shelter in an abandoned house nearby
>Oops, not so abandoned
>Walked right in on a guy with a shotgun
>HEY! What are you all doing in here?!
>Woah, hey man, we're just on the run from the man dude we thought this place was abandoned dude we can leave if you want bro
>Sees I'm scared shitless, we're all scared shitless tbh and sweaty and tired
>Dude understands and lowers his weapon
>Ok, just don't go out the back. This place was abandoned until I got here a couple hours ago.
>Sweet, what's out in the backyard?
>JUST DON'T GO BACK THERE he says, raising the shotgun again
>Ok, just don't shoot, we won't go back there.
>Inside I'm like "yeah ok we'll see about that sketchy fuck"
>Dude with the shotgun starts crying
>They took her, now she's one of them man
>dudewat.jpg
>Guy starts bawling, I slowly take the shotgun away from the dude as his arms go limp
>"no shotgun for you crazy man" I say internally
cont. in next post, too long
No.34007
>>34006
>dude starts talking about how he should kill himself
>I try and start to have a private conversation with my posse about this dude
>Probably just going to dip out quietly again and save the shotgun
>Friends want to know why he's freaking out, suggest we go out back
>Actually started to get really bad feels at this point, obviously something really bad happened to this guy
>now he's a goddamn mess and talking to himself angrily while crying
>No guys, we should just get out of here
>Dude lets go back there what if he killed his wife or something
>Ugh, fine.
>crazy man already left to another room or something, still hear his sobs
>we all sneak out the back door and into the backyard
>all I see is this kiddie pool filled with what appears to be opaque, viscous, black gooey shit
>wtfman
>we start looking around for more evidence of… whatever this guy was so afraid of
>start to get a really uneasy feeling about that black shit
>Suddenly I feel eyes on my back
>"Oh shit dude, Anon…" I hear one of my friends say
>I turn around to see crazy man… and he is PISSED
>YOU JUST HAD TO KNOW DIDN'T YOU
>Ok, dude, like just what the fuck is going on here? Know what?
>It's that, in that thing there
>He's pointing at the kiddie pool of black goo
>That thing took my wife and kids
>dude starts sobbing
>Dude starts saying all this crazy shit
>That thing shrunk my family and then absorbed them one by one, now it's in that pool
>Dude what the fuck man, I mean do you have proof of this?
>Get the feeling I'm being watched again
>Hear this absolutely gut-wrenching wrasping and clicking voice from behind me
>"You've got a real bad case of the peoples…"
>Swing around to see some form that was present in the pool of black goo liquefy and disappear into the blackness
>WTF WTF WTF Also, what kind of grammar is that but WTF
>Friends and I are all running around like niglets again back into the house, not wanting to come into contact with this… thing
>See I told you man! I told you!
>Dude, I know, just, just lets keep our eye on that thing and figure out how to kill it
>Kill it? NO! My wife and children are in that thing!
>Dude, if we don't kill it now in this environment it could get bigger
>Your wife and kids are gone man, you have to deal with that
>For some reason that's what actually drove that point home to him
>I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
>Crazy man runs over to black pool
>Friends go and try to stop him but I try to stop that maneuver as well
>As soon as the guy touched the black shit it started to cover his body, a couple of my friends got splashed by the black goo'
>Black tendrils come out from the pool, bringing all of them further into the pool
>DUDE NO
>Be forced to watch crazy man and two of my friends get shrunk and turned into more black goo
>My last friend (out of the 3 that were with me) tries to one of my other friends
>Tendrils latch onto him too, and now he's totally fucked
>Realize the only thing I can do is not go any nearer to this foul creature
>Feel awful for not doing anything, but know in the back of my head there was nothing I could have done
>Start crying and saying I'm sorry
>Friends shouting for me to help as they are turning into goo and eventually going silent
>If I don't live this day, I won't be able to tell anybody about what's here and how dangerous it is
>If I don't survive, the goo will eventually assimilate every human being in this city under martial law
>A scared, agitated population is what this thing would thrive on
>The goo then extended tendrils out to a nearby bucket and stuck about a quarter of its' being into that bucket
>(the pool got too full)
>oshit.jpg, this shit can actually move
>Decide this was the best time to leave right now, and I hop the backyard fence out of there and back into reality
So, I ran into a black goo legion that basically had poor grammar skills and ate my friends and there wasn't shit I could do about it unless if I wanted to get absorbed too. Also I needed to survive so I could report this to some people with better weapons or hydrochloric acid or something crazy like that, and maybe my experience would have been enough information to end it.
No.34040
not sure if this was a dream
>5/6 years old
>wake up in my bedroom
>everything in its right place
>but there's a big black dog beside my bed
>no more than 5 ft away
>pitch black eyes
>red tongue
>it's staring at me
>it's panting
>i overcome my initial fear freeze
>throw pillow at the dog
>dog stops panting
>dog tracks pillow as it sails past
>dog resumes staring at me and panting
>i turn away and head for the door
>i look back on my way out
>there is now a mass of flashing black blotches (like when you rub your eyes hard, except they're all pitch black) where the dog was
>continue into the hall, towards my parents' room
>look back once more as i enter their doorway
>flashing black mass is in the hall now
>climb into my parents' bed
>the black mass continues right up to the doorway but dissipates once it reaches it
>wake up next morning in parents' bed
the memory narrative has always been perfectly continuous. was i dreaming?
No.34052
>>34040
Well hey man one time I sleepwalked right into my parents' bedroom, it's possible you could have been dreaming.
In my opinion, the fact that the entity could not enter your parents' room tells me that this is more of a dream. Also, a black dog has been often coupled with the feelings of depression and despair. If you were younger than your tween years, I'd guess you were starting to feel complex feelings like depression and stuff like that by then.
To psychoanalyze the fuck out of your dream, I'd say that you were troubled by things like depression, to the point that you were afraid of depression. If we continue to go along with the black dog image, the black dog is the personification of your fear of depression. While the dog is fearsome, he is not fear incarnate therefore you were able to overcome the fear-freeze. When you ran away, the dog followed because the dog is not a dog but the feelings inside of you, and you can try to run from them but you cannot. People that you love, people like your parents and friends can keep it away, they can make you happy, but the dog can still be just behind the door. Really the only way to be rid of the dog is to realize that the depression is just a bad habit, the exact same thing as a large, fearsome dog that isn't real, but can be very real to you at some times.
No.35770
>in the bathroom
>there's a window next to the toilet
>notice a guy standing in the backyard
>oh shit that's not a human, he's a nordic alien
>he looks exactly like pic related
>he's staring right at me
>next to him (to his left) there are a bunch of people sitting on a bench, they're all looking down at the ground
>I wonder if they're meditating, is that how they summoned him?
>he points his index finger at me, shoots a beam of light at my eyes
>I wonder why he did that, did he heal me of something?
>wake up
I had another dream about nordic aliens a few days ago, I don't remember anything about it other than they were two guys, looked very aryan, didn't do anything to me but somehow I knew they were not human.
No.35781
This is the first time I've ever had this dream, but it's still vivid in my mind 10 hours after having it so I figure I'll greentext it.
As a side note, I went to sleep under the following conditions:
<Was Drunk on Malt Liquor and Heineken
<Had taken about 20 deep puffs of first pic related
<Haven't watched Shoujo Shuumatsu in about two weeks
<Finals due next Sunday and haven't even started the course work for it until today (it's a bi-semester class so I should finish enough to get a B out of the class by then)
Setting was…
>Be in this complex
>Complex has the design of a parking garage, but it's indoors and university-themed instead of parking garage themed, so large windows like a skyscraper but big and wide like a parking garage
>Some floors have side stairways that are thin and hard to see around corners, these tend to lead to classroom/office-style corridors
>Others are wide open spaces with large staircases leading to cafeteria-style commons or libraries
>The large staircases have "J-Hook" style fire ladders that can be detached/reattached to climb to the next floor/skip previous floors
>The bottom floor has a pitch black exit where I can hear students arguing and such, my companion won't let me approach this staircase and I feel intense dread on the few times I tried, doubly so when running from something.
>Students sometimes seem to be calling for me but they never use a name when doing so
>Goal seemed to be to survive and get to the top, but my guardian was very cautious about approaching the top as well
Anyways, what happened:
>Be Yuu from Last Tour, "guardian" seemed to be Chi
>Not actually Yuu though, dream jumped between first person and third person a LOT, only seemed to be Yuu when something intense was going to happen
>Seemed to be implied I was male when assuming direct control even though having Yuu's physical level of fitness/fatigue, but otherwise female when in third person view
>Chi and I have gone through the lower sections of the complex and cleared them out
>"Clearing out" seems to imply leading whatever entity was there out windows, locking doors, etc.
>Had a handgun, but was pretty much implied never to EVER use it because something terrible will happen if I do
>Implied the entities we were avoiding were "zombies" at first
>Spend multiple days in the complex
>Chi keeps reminding me not to go through the bottom staircase when I approach it
>Continue to clear out sections of complex to get to new levels, get supplies, etc.
>Most of this part of the dream has faded from memory, it was mostly mundane survival even though it was the majority of the dream
>Food running out
>Water running out
>Chi keeps saying be patient
>Force her along to higher levels of the complex, try to clear it out faster
>We get to one of the floors with a cafeteria
>Huge amount of the beings, HUGE
>I can't directly look at them, it's as if I will get their attention if I look right at them but they're relatively harmless otherwise
>Convince Chi that we HAVE to just make our way to the top without going back from here on out
>We have to just find safe rooms on our way up to the top, there's no other way
>I can't tell what these entities are
>Chi is nearly crying as she leads me through these entities, we figure we'll find a safe room and call it good
>Curiosity finally gets the better of me
>Chi whisper-yells at me to stop, but I don't pay attention and do it anyways
>I try to indirectly look at one of the entities to see what it is on my way up to the next floor (another office floor)
>I see lumps of lurching figures that remind me of some sort of bog monster, with gray skin, but wearing clothing, pic related
(cont)
No.35782
>>35781
(cont)
>Chi implied we had to hurry, told me I was an idiot
>They seem to be following us now, as if they've become aware of our presence
>Swiftly begin searching for a safe room, but now the beings in the rooms are fully aware of us
>Begin running, holding Chi's hand at first but let go of it as she insists we split up to search for a safe room to wait it out
>She ducks into a room with the same black mass covering the bottom floor room, this shadowy gaseous mass
>Freak out and try to run after her, but as I enter the room, the previously well-lit rooms suddenly have the lights go out and time seems to fast forward from noon to early evening immediately after the sun has set
>Begin to hyperventilate as I search for Chi, calling for her (but never using her name), and running around corners, avoiding the things
>Suddenly in a large hallway when I leave a room, definitely not where I was before
>Near the middle of the hallway, there's two black masses made of the same gaseous material at each end walking towards the middle in a straight line
>They seem to have victorian-like dresses on, they're short like middle school children, but fully developed women, and their hair reminds me of the Lady of Pain from Torment (it's been years since I played that game)
>I panic and search for anything, all the doors are locked
>Make it to the middle of the hallways as their speed picks up
>Find a utility corridor and duck into it behind a mop bucket, keeping myself close to the walls
>One of the beings looks directly at me as her face and shoulders materialize
>She was wearing the dress and yet she was completely naked from the chest up
>The face was so vivid compared to everything else that it's practically stuck in my head
>She had a longer face like an Englishwoman noble, yet her chin was rounded out in an almost perfect pointed oval
>Her skin was a deeper gray than the creatures I saw before, and her lips were an ever darker gray
>She had almost a smirk, but most importantly were her eyes
>Her eyes were pitch black save for her irises
>Here irises were lit in a brilliant gold, almost shining
>I can't find a comparable image, it was like rectangular rays of gold were trying to extend out of them but were held in by the eye's membrane
>These eyes had perfect geometry behind two still but layered layers of these golden light-rectangles, I can't find any image with eyes as perfect and geometrical as her eyes were
>Silver eyes are the closest geometrically correct version I can find, and even those are only maybe 30% correct compared to those eyes locked in my mind, every time I envision these eyes IRL in my mind I feel the same sense of dread I did in the dream
>Stare at her eyes for what feels like an eternity before I see her smirk and begin to approach me rapidly
>Reach for my handgun and shoot debate pulling the trigger after all of Chi's warning
>Feel a horrible sense of dread, but never feel like my life is truly threatened
>She shows no signs of stopping and reflexes kick in, pull the trigger as she's nearly upon me
>Hear a loud bang and time seems to slow down to nearly a stop as her shadowy gaseous form reclaims her, she "teleports" back about ten meters and lets out a shriek that is so deafeningly loud I can't even hear it, but know it's there
>Hear Chi's voice wailing, asking what have I done
>Proceed to unload magazine into her, but after the first shot, it doesn't seem to have an effect
>Her gaseous form rushes towards me and I expect this to be the end
No.35783
>>35782
>Instead as I close my eyes and blink, nothing happens
>Everything has become dead quiet, begin running as if expecting the beings from before to give chase but they never do
>Try to search for Chi for hours, never find her
>Finally rationalize somehow that Chi has made it to the higher layers, and I need to make it to the top
>Begin using the hook fire ladders to make my way up, end up attaching one to my back and detaching it to climb further while reattaching the previous one to continue climbing up even when the dream doesn't give me a ladder
>Naturally wake up with an ominous feeling
>Look at clock and it's 3 in the morning
>Have only been asleep for 5ish hours
>Think about posting dream to /x/
>Decide sleep is more important and I'll forget that dream
>Go back to bed, shrug it off
>Have another dream, but can't remember details other than that it seemed relatively pleasant (but tense) more or less
>Emergency sleep-in alarm clock woke me up at 9:30 and remembered first dream from earlier in the night
Wanted to post second dream on /x/ and forget first dream, but I had more important things to do when I woke up so I ended up forgetting the second dream now that I've been awake for about 5 hours. That first dream though is still suck in my head and I feel a sense of foreboding when I try to remember the full details of the creatures in that dream. It's as if my brain is telling me to stop before I hurt myself…
What does /x/ make of it? Does that golden-eyes being match up with anything you know? I know it's a bad thing, but I don't understand why it's bad other than instinctual fear. I won't be sleeping the next few nights/sleeping very little because getting caught up on finals. I know there was a rape-murder in my condominium back in the 70s, but that entity has come to terms with us living here, and doesn't seem to have any malice. I said a prayer to the lord/envisioned myself in my white/blue energy sphere the first time she tried to cause trouble for me/pointed a shotgun at what I think was her presence in our living room/warned I'd get out the white sage if she started shit, and she seemed to accept my family's presence after that so long as I don't intentionally mess with her. She's only mischievous from time to time, and seems to think of me as a sort of guardian patron of sorts as if I'm protecting her from something else in the neighborhood. More importantly, she doesn't feel or look anything like the woman in my dream last night.
No.35784
>>35781
>>35782
>>35783
Ahah, I found something similar.
So in the dream, the woman's eyes had pitch black irises and pitch black Sclera, when I found this picture of sclera, it caused momentary fright due to the similarity/envisioning the original.
If you combined these two images and made the two layers perfectly rectangular in the first image/made the center pitch black and the rectangles pure golden light, it would be slightly similarly to what I saw, maybe up to 70% similar.
No.35786
>>35781
>>35782
>>35783
>>35784
Why are my dreams never this long or vivid? I envy your imagination anon.
No.35789
>>35786
>I envy your imagination anon.
Typically my dreams aren't that long or that vivid. Only on rare occasions does it occur and typically it's never a good sign when they are as vivid as that well except that one wet dream at my grandparents house when I was 17, but that's a different story, and I think it might have been a degenerate cousin sucking me off while I was lucid dreaming.
No.35792
>>35789
What do you mean it's not a good sign? You think some entity was messing with you?
No.35797
>>35792
Sometimes it's an entity messing with me, but that hasn't happened since I was a child/didn't know how to protect myself from entities/relied on a cat to protect me from them. Usually it's a sign of something bad that's going to happen soon. In this case, it turned out to be my mother's car getting towed/us opening up a lawsuit with the HOA. The only vivid dream that never has bad real-world effects for me is my reoccurring nightmare over at >>35590
No.35810
>Be me
>young, hadn't started school yet.
>dream of the old house, we moved shortly after I was born.
>i'm at the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.
>parents and siblings tell me not to enter the room.
>I enter the room
>tell me to come back, don't look behind fathers chair
>i look behind the chair
>something that looks just like me, only a little bigger walks out from behind chair, it's skin and eyes completely black
>I try to run, but it grabs me, pinching and hitting me. I call for my family to help me and they tell me it's too late.
>it somehow enters me
>wake up
>had a fear of couches and chairs for years
No.35901
Had another vivid dream this morning right before waking up for work. These dreams have become more common lately, but usually I forget them relatively quickly.
>Don't know why, but having sex in my dream
>Know I'm the man in the dream even though everything is first person
>Even though its's first person, I'm seeing things and having actual sensation as if I'm the woman while rubbing vag
>But as the woman I'm unconscious, even though I'm feeling and seeing the sensations, but my brain tells me the woman is unconscious and I'm the man in the dream
>Go back to being the man in the dream after cumming inside
>Realize several minutes later what I did and ask if she has a condom
>Suddenly wake up to alarm as I'm feeling up her breasts in the dream
The woman in the dream was light skinned but not pale. She had no defining features other than her sexual characteristics in the dream. It was rather strange, didn't have any accidents upon waking up, of course. Tried recreating the sensation I felt on and above the base of my dick, but couldn't get anything close to what I felt like I allegedly felt in the dream. Closest sensation I could recreate is pressing my as close towards my body as possible while it's sweaty and flaccid.
No.36139
>Me, trying to clean house for a friend.
>Two guys walk into the room I'm working on.
>Challenges me to a fight
>I refuse, I want to finish the job and go home.
>First guy runs at me, I somehow lift him up and toss him.
>Second guy tries to rush me, I do the same to him.
>Repeated this at least four times before I woke up.
Interpretations?
No.36156
>>12405
Last 2 nights My dreamworld was pretty much the same people. Like I go back there and it continues where it left off, at least where i think it left off.
Last night dreamed about aliens, ufos, black folks in my kitchen, my (former) drug dealer's ex's daughter who was grown up and had all these "hood" friends. I cant remember fuck! fuck fuck fuck fcuk i remember time was passing by at a steady rate but it would fast forward and aliens or rather flying circles of light would be above me in the sky. …oh yeah! i could play piano and was playing some weird ass G.A.T.E. program test music that i haven't heard in fucking 23 or 24 years. Holy shit wtf….
No.36178
I posted this on discord, but this is what I dream like pretty much every night.
No.36231
Two dreams from cafechan:
I dreamed that I was in a huge building with high ceilings and countless different rooms. Now that I'm awake I think it was an ancient university, because why else do you need such a large structure?
It was a University of Horrors, judging by what kind of devilry was going on there.
To begin with, there was me and a girl. With us in the room there were two guys. We all wore the same uniform except the girl. She constantly changed clothes with every room we entered. I was fascinated by her bright and cute outfits.
In addition to them, there were many, many people, but they were not people. They were soulless, empty. Sometimes it became cramped and noisy, especially because of the ceilings, which carried over the noise into a very strange pressing echo. From this I even managed to catch a panic attack in the dream, and I remarked: "my lips are so sweetly bitter, as if it's a taste of a dead man."
Considering the order and cleanliness of the whole building, the most frightening thing was the toilets because they resembled the latrine I had when I was in the army. It had painted walls, dirty mirrors that do not show my reflection, rust on it, wherever possible. I do not remember the details, but something was wrong with these booths, a presence was there, I saw it and then some bloody fingers came out and then hid, as if they were sure they had time before I noticed them.
When I left the toilet I walked into the same room I was in when I first entered the dream. Silhouettes of people's heads appeared from the neighboring rooms as if without skin, solid muscles, burned bodies. They also thought that I did not have time to notice them. Sometimes I was in the company of the same people, sometimes I suddenly found myself alone. I realized to me that all these rooms were on the same floor, there were no stairs. Then they all went to bed. All the students changed into their nightgowns and lay down on the floor of a huge library, between the shelves and chairs of the reading room. I did not feel like sleeping, I watched the flow of people sliding into this library and getting ready for bed. When everyone fell asleep, I felt very lonely. I approached the girl, who was at the very beginning, somewhat glad, opened the blanket and looked at her bare feet, even looked at her chest. She slept soundly.
I went roaming the rooms, nothing remained, everyone was asleep.
And suddenly I realized that I was not alone, someone else was with me. I saw him: he was a long-haired man, 6 feet tall, fat, ugly, his face looked like a mask, he smiled and laughed. The rest at the time of this dream was utter madness. He was catching up with me, I was hiding, and when he found me, he did nothing with me, only laughed and scared me, getting too close to my face , trying to lick me or shove my fingers in my mouth, sneezed, yelled, coughed, whined. Now I'm awake.
It was very strange.
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Strange dreams and strange thoughts come to mind. I dreamt of swamps, huge ancient marshes, eternal, covered with haze, waiting. And there in them things are moving. Rusty, giant gears, which protrude huge teeth, as if the tops of icebergs are above the swamps. They move, and I know that under these marshes there is something mechanically alive, an artificial creation that no one has ever created. Rotten pistons move, a boiling marsh in the silence spewing peat and steam, over the swamp there are blue lights, and what should not live and was never alive, a monstrous cross of metal and rotting plants, lives there and waits.
No.36235
>>36139
Latent homosexual feelings. You're a "tosser" when aggressive men are about. From the outcome, it seems like you'd be a top. Or a power bottom.
No.36802
>>12405
>in dream
>can only remember small bit of it
>be in summer looking forest
>gorgeous looking woman
>red hair
>dressed in green
>it's a clearing with a ring of trees
>feel like we're on some friendly terms with eachother
>she asks me if I either prefer the summer or winter
>this question also implied something else with it
>forget what the summer one was
>winter involved dominion over the dead and immortality
>instantly I say winter
>she starts asking "are you su-"
>"Yes I'm sure"
>suddenly forest turns harsh and bitter, cold
>her hair turns from a lovely shade of coppery red to pale as shit white
>looks like she aged a bit as well
>she says to me "don't show your face here again or I'll kill you"
>wait but I'm immortal
>get this feeling like she could actually end me
>wake up
>still contemplating to this day what the fuck did I agree to in my dream
No.36808
>>12405
A bit of backstory
My ex was a really fucked up woman, yet she was my first true love, in fact, only a month passed since the breakup I had to initiate because she would've destroyed me with all her mental disorders, anorexia was her least bad problem.
Twas a short dream, really.
>inna dream
>I'm laying on my back
>ex laying on my chest, hugging me
>like we always did lay together
>she's wearing her favourite clothes
>we are just chilling like that for a while
>then we start talking
>it goes down to the 'we love eachother but can't be together' thing
>she slowly fades away saying 'farewell'
>literally slowly disappears
>wake up
>wanna cry
>go for a sad cigarette
The rest of my dreams that night were also about her, mainly about good times we've had together. I know I can't be with her, her shit was just too much for me and brought me to the point of near destruction, I am basically a broken man right now and nothing seems to help.
No.38986
Any of you guys have premonitions?
Ever since I was young i've had dreams, and then i'd forget about them, and then later on in life i'd know things would happen in a certain way (words people would speak, motions and movement of everything around me, etc), and i wouldn't be able to change the outcome, and it honestly makes me really sick to even recall, but i know with 100% certainty that it happens, and i can recall WHEN i had the dream as well, and ussually the subjects of the dreams are really mundane things, driving, walking, talking, etc. and usually it's AFTER or DURING an event that i know i've seen it before, but rarely i can "Feel" how everything will go, and the words I speak, and I cannot change them, it's horrific, it makes me want to vomit, anyone else have anything similar to this happen to them?
No.38990
>>38986
Yes, I've had plenty of those before. I don't have the feelings of nausea; I assume it's because I'm a bit of a fatalist, and take it all as it is.
No.39213
>>38986
yup, for me it was exact visual screenshots of what's to come, I don't feel sick thinking about it though, it just kind of happens.
No.39244
What does it mean when you dream about finding giant bugs in your house?
No.39294
I had a sleep paralysis dream where a warty hunchbacked hag witch/lady was leaning over my bed and choking me out.
My in dream solution to this problem was to conjure up an infinitely expanding white foam that hurts evil hag witches to touch.
I think she got dissolved by the foam because it gradually changed color from pure white to a kind of mucky grey.
No.39296
>Having near-suicidal thoughts for some time
>Thinking about how it would be nice to die
>Go to sleep
>Feel like I've was literally transported a second after closing my eyes into a dark version of my room
>Turn around
>A skeletal figure on a horse holding a lance with a flag strapped to it is looking at me
>It's standing there as it decides to come forward.
>I look in it in fear as smile appears on it's face
>It slowly holds out a hand to me, as if wanting for me to grab it.
>As if saying "I'll take you right now if you want"
Started being more careful with my thoughts after that dream, realizing that I maybe should be more careful for what I wish for
No.39297
>>39296
You should have taken his hand. It would have been awesome. You would be the sidekick to a Nazgûl.
No.39299
>>39297
He didn't have the cape, so I have to say that he probably wasn't a Nazgûl.
No.39300
>>39294
>conjure up an infinitely expanding white foam
No.39301
>>39300
If we go down that route then that would mean that my cum has the power to slay evil.
No.39306
>>39301
Talk about a superpower.
No.40185
>>15699
Are you me? Normally i'm the only one that posts Iji music.
No.40186
>tfw had dream years ago where me and two friends work in factory together
>tfw had dream years ago when another friend and I went to local big city for concert
>Factory stuff happened a year ago and concert happened last weekend
>Schools kept trying to force me into gifted/enriched learning programs
>Would flunk the "interview" because I would talk about whatever I was autistically obsessed about at the time including but not limited to Bionicle, Pokemon and Marvel
>Therapist basically got my mom into some weird cult but couldn't get me to mesh with the other kids because any time they acted slightly assholish I would cut ties with them, and would also only talk about whatever I was obsessed with
>Eventually everyone dropped it
Does this mean I escaped? Am I safe now?
No.40217
>>14155
I get recurring dreams about being places I'm not supposed to be, like corporate office buildings or other people's houses
No.40253
>>40186
Probably not. Seems like a dream of basically the coming wall, where the factory is responsibilities.
No.40270
>>40253
Anon the factory is a real place where me and my friends are working right now. And I saw it in the dream
By escape I mean the GIFT/GATE program that seems to pop in conversations every now and then around here
No.40408
I've been having a reoccurring dream over the past few weeks where I am being swung around in a circle by my feet.
It is a very vivid dream where I can remember the feeling of the wind and the blood going to my head.
The first few times it was terrifying, but now It's kind of fun. Kind of like your dad pushing the merry go round really fast and trying to hold on.
No.40409
>>40408
I should add that the very first dream where this happened was about me and a group of people using a ritual to summon something called the green demon.
I stepped inside the green magic circle and I get picked up and swung around the room.
No.40741
>>40217
Is it like you are an invisible force in the area, or are you seeing through the eyes of another person?
No.40742
>Standing in an open field, grass up to me knees.
>Sky turns dark, red lighting flashes
>Thunder and voices start echoing, coming from the sky and earth around me
>Can't understand what's being said
Wake up
No.41227
Some background info because it is relevant
I used to live near a nature trail and smoke weed out there. My roommates at the time didn't like the smell and fact that it was illegal where i lived.
They rarely bathed or cleaned the house in any way. It was winter so i would sometimes keep the window cracked because I generate a lot of heat
>be me
>rolled a joint
>about midday, overcast
>walking to forest nearby so i can smoke and be chill away from my disgusting roommates
>get creepy vibes as per usual when entering this forest alone
>hike in, near highway so there's a concrete tunnel in view
>don't go near it, sit on a log over a stream
>smoke joint slowly and enjoy
>still feeling creepy vibes.
>walk out of forest
>go to bed at 9-10
>dream
>im sitting in a room with a rectangular window like a basement cuz its up in the corner and towards the ceiling
>sense something watching me
>malicious intent permeates me as its eyes dig into my head
>don't look at it, go to sleep
>be me in a field, tall grass growing everywhere, see an opening through it in a straight line to a yellow streetlight
>see black figure standing under it
>no distinguishable features aside from glowing yellow eyes
>Its staring at me
>it disappears when i blink
>hear footsteps racing towards me
>wake up from dream in dream
>the creature is staring at my through my window
>i stare back this time
>no mouth no nose and no ears
>creature continues staring
>without breaking eye contact i stand up from bed and start walking out backwards
>shut door
>sprint like a Motherfucker to nearest person in my dream
>old friend who was a semi practiced wiccan
>she says we have to find the anchor
>walk outside ready to fight
>its gone
>whew.jpeg
>see a filter
>my joint filter is the anchor
>remove it an incinerate it
>wake up irl
>hear owl outside my window
>”owls are bad omens” I think to myself
>suddenly terrified as I see the darkness of my bedroom get even darker
>its outside my window right above me
>window not open thankfully
>still terrified
>close eyes and try to sleep again
>somehow successful
>dream of me sleeping where I am irl
>see black lion sitting on a tree branch outside my window
>it pounces at me and I fall backwards in the dream
>the lion misses my window and falls into a pit beneath my window that just opened
>be me next afternoon
>behind house because im spooked
>notice ashy handprints on the wall below my window
>oh fuCk
>it really was ther
>move out immediately and never go back
Fuck that place I aint fucking with no demons in my shit
No.41246
>go down stairs
>tv playing static that flashes to digitized purple
>my mom is standing there holding a wire connected to a box
>"mom what are you doing?"
>she turns around with her eyes sideways and blinks
>"it's a checker-chess set don't you see?"
wake up and never forget that dream 10 years later
Recent recurring sleep paralysis
>falling asleep
>ceiling has organic vinous (pic related)
>lately there was a black anchor just floating off to the side
>figure standing in the doorway
>sometimes the tentacle vines are an eye (not visually, but that is what they do)
what the hell, I stopped drinking coffee and it's still happening.
No.41313
>"wake up" in dream froggy vision is hazy
> sit up I'm in one of the campsites my family stayed at when we were homeless
>but it's not quite it, the camper van of the people next to us has its lights on but the door is locked
>the sword I dream about it next to our tent so I grab it
>wander about a bit, bathrooms and such are like I remember.
>go towards the lake down the dirt road and the area kinda ends into a dark carpeted area
> look back and the campsite is like a paused VHS tape
>wander what is kind of like a dimly museum hall
>different rooms seem to go to diffrent places I remember from my life
>areas dont seem to have anyone but its still "paused" with static
>areas I cant remember well are like an over used tape hard to make out
>areas that are painful to remember are marked in red on the doors, rooms are darker. Worst is black. Hard to be there.
>there are areas I dont recognize. Some clear some faded. Some red.
>one hall is a bright grey nothing but static, a horrible presence like I'm not supposed to be here.
>eventual head back to campsite, the window on the camper is open
>usually there is a freind there who says something, I dont always under stand it.
>but it ends with a talk to me again and goodnight
>put sword down next to me and fall asleep suddenly on bedroll
>wake up with a horrible headache and sweaty as fuck
Have this dream at least once a month.
No.41326
>Dream that I'm alone in some kind of wasteland
>Dirt and clay as far as the eye can see
>The sky looks strange, like the overcast isn't actually made of clouds
>The sun is either setting or rising, it's moving too slow to tell which
>Despite how outlandish it looks, I get a strong feeling that this is all that remains of home
>I seem to be in the process of attempting to build a new house
>The foundation has been dug and I've assembled a wooden framework
>I'm at a complete loss as to how I even started this, nevermind actually finishing it
>Start to scan the horizon for supplies of any kind and notice another wooden framework being built on a hill
>Go to inspect it
>Find my childhood friend who moved away when we were 8 years old
>At that time he'd be in his teens, but in the dream he's in his 40s
>Realize that I'm that old as well
>Have a tearful reunion as seemingly the last two men on Earth
>A different dream a year later
>I'm in the basement
>There's civil-defense sirens blaring outside
>A tornado warning?
>All of my family and cats are down here, as well as emergency supplies
>All the preparation work is done, so all that's left to do is wait for further instructions
>I start playing Sonic Rush on my DS Lite to calm my nerves, figuring I might as well use it while it still has battery
>Meanwhile, my mom and my sisters are making phone calls while they still can, and my dad is trying to get an emergency radio working
>It's one of those radios that builds battery power by shaking it
>I'm at the extra final boss, playing the song Wrapped in Black at a very low volume
>An ominous unnatural light is bleeding through the boarded up windows
>My dad gets the radio working partway through an emergency broadcast
>The broadcast is saying to remain indoors, and under no circumstances are you to open any doors or windows to the outside
>Just then my mom gets a call on her cellphone
>It's grandpa
>The same grandpa who's been dead for years
>He says, "It's been so long since we've seen each other. I'm right outside the door. Everything's okay, everyone please come outside."
No.41418
>Dream several men are in my room while I sleep
>Each one is going through my papers and browsing posts I make here
>Eventually they leave
No.41502
I seem to keep getting dreams where other people/entities are missing their eyes. I'll describe the last time it happened (about a month ago)
>be 9 year old version of me
>standing in an empty, plain version of my parents living room
>it has huge holes in the floor, boiling water underneath
>think about dipping my feet into those holes before realizing that I'm not alone
>look up to look into the face of a tall slim man with the head of a white rabbit, missing his eyes
>as the emtpy eyesockets stare into me I get startled and run away
>he follows, passes by me and starts running in front of me
>whenever I turn around to get away from him, he keeps running where I want to run, always looking where I'm looking
>get tired and sit down
>wake up when he turns around to look at me
No.41521
>be my subconscious
>give my master hundreds of dreams because am very stronk boye
>master really likes dreams, glad he likes them
>he kind of falls in love with dreaming, starts looking forward to spending time with me
>starts writing down the dreams we create, develops the ability to vividly remember the dream just by reading what he wrote
<woah I remember that one, pretty weird dream
>time to up the ante
>start creating multiple storylines in various settings which appeal to master, equipped with fully integrated characters which I will artificially emotionally attach to master
>some Christopher Nolan shit, I'll tell ya
>make him believe he can have "sequels" to his dreams
>nah mate, it's just a bit of nostalgic memories I tied in to make you more immersed in the "sequel"
>I have become the ruler of my master's sleep and he loves me for it like no other
Write down your dreams, anons. Not only will it help you remember the good ones, but it will also help you have better ones!
No.41584
>be me 17 at party
>small party but get drunk and sleep on my friends floor
>have dream
>dream contains loud low pitched growling that never ends
>see weird demonic visuals (cant really explain it was really grey and wired)
>wake up wtf
>remember walking to the bathroom half asleep
>stare at myself in the mirror with a huge grin
>don't know why but i remember doing waking up and going to the bathroom
>sleep on floor again
>completely fine next day
>was i being possessed?
No.41665
I posted this in another dream thread, but I never got much feedback from it.
As a bonus, here's an older one I somehow remember-
>wake up in old industrial-like building
>find a window and look outside
>sand everywhere, some plants poking out, some dead grassy dirt hills poking out
>plants look like they were grown further down and buried by the sand
>otherwise, I appear to be at ground level
>look around the building, try to find someone, something, or a door
>find a stairway leading down
>walk downwards and look around some more
>most of the place is empty
>see boarded up windows
>there's an old wooden door
>open it
>a wall of sand sinks in through the door, completely blocked in
>sand starts to shift some more, like something's burrowing through
>a blurry distorted figure pops out
>looks like a cross between the Hopkinsville Goblins and a weasel
>flops onto the floor and looks at me
>seems to give what looks like a cheeky sharp toothed smile
>it "swims" rapidly across the floor, moving in an unnatural snake-like motion
>bolts up a fireplace chimney
>grab the nearby firepoker, feeling unnerved and spooked
>feel the need to leave
>go back upstairs
>try to leave by walking out of the window
>wind picks up
>sand starts to shift and blow around
>foot starts to sink in the sand
>quickly pull myself back inside
>burrowing shows up again
>moving in the same swaying pattern
>attempt to stab it with the firepoker
>hear a loud static twang noise, like an electrical malfunction or glitch
>firepoker gets ripped out of my hand and pulled into the sand
>couple seconds later, it shoots back out
>melts upon hitting the ground, forming a thin manhole sized disc
>weasel-creature jumps out of the sand onto the disc
>stands upright and gives me a beckoning gesture
>jumps into the air and dives straight into the disc like it was water
>reluctantly step out of the window onto the disc
>it's solid
>it starts to hover across the sand
>travel for what feels like 10 minutes
>everything is buried in sand
>see giant dunes forming around skyscapers in the distance
>world starts to distort and disappear
>continue traveling through an empty void
>come to a large stone monument
>looks like a statue or mausoleum
>has a large mirror on the side of it
>no reflection
>a ghostly old man appears in the mirror
>gives me a confused angry look
>tells me I need to leave
>gets up and walks out of the mirror
>tells me again I need to leave and points to the mirror
>tells me not to come back, that I cannot be there
>attempt to walk through the mirror
>it's like liquid
>pass through
>I wake up
No.41786
had this dream last year
>be some nigger in africa
>get on bus
>somebody throws a bomb onto the bus
>bus explodes
>have to get my mangled legs amputated while I'm awake
>it feels like real pain
No.41801
I think, when posting your dreams, its important to say what you think the dream means, and ask specific questions about it, what it could signify, what certain parts mean etc
No.41807
I think, when posting your dreams, its important to say what you think the dream means, and ask specific questions about it, what it could signify, what certain parts mean etc