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The last dream I remember, per-se, was like two weeks ago and had to do with life honestly. Wasn't too surreal. I was trying to install some generic RPG, which wouldn't install, and then at some point I got very frustrated and angry so I went to get some sweets. At which point the dream shifted into some sort of interactive tutorial on how to make sweets, complete with a narrator reading the tutorial. I dunno what this says about my life.
Doesn't it mean you like making sweet things?
I dunno man
I mean I guess I don't hate baking but the whole dream seemed really bland and uninteresting.
Then again I guess not all dreams can be Shadowrun.
I dreamed that I was watching a live stream of someone sitting in class and staring out their window, anime protagonist style, while I lay in bed. Then I woke up and took a shower, But when I got out I lost all balance and couldn't stand, and had to crawl back into bed. Then later on in the dream I was fishing in some video game except when I cast the line out it fell right through the level and I was fishing into the blackness of the out-of-bounds area. Very strange but the last part is kind of cool imagery I think.
I dreamt while napping today that I was driving an AMC SC/360 Hornet down a long open highway for hours at like 120mph and then I got a really bad cramp in my neck and swerved and drove off the road and into a canyon, crashed and exploded. I didn't wake up though and sort of just watched my own body burn up from above like the lakitu cameraman in Super Mario 64 or something and then it turned into something like flying like an airplane over the canyon and then I was about to crash into the stone wall and woke up. Weird dream, it was as if I wasn't me but actually a ghost possessing me or something, kinda spooky.
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I had a dream noteable for its high levels of continuity.
So tomorrow (in real life) I'm going to meet a friend. I don't think I was thinking very hard about that while going to sleep, but I was keeping it in the back of my head because I sometimes oversleep.
Now at some point in this dream I got really hungry so I made some sort of cup ramen, except in one of those massive soup barrels you sometimes see in old war movies. Then I went to shower, which was normal except for the part where the repairman came in while I was showering and we basically ignored each other. Then my friend came in while I was changing, and this is the part where I'm surprised at the realness of the dream because I asked her why the heck she was in my room while I was changing and then tried to tease her. I dunno what happened next.
Then it turned into sort of a nightmare because for some reason I had to go downstairs to talk to family and we all got super super mad and we ended up screaming at each other. I took the elevator back up after doing a sort of half-glide, half-fly to it, and even ended up spinning like a crashed helicopter after my foot bumped into a pillar. I dunno if anyone else has this sort of movement mode unlocked in their dreams. My headphones had apparently been damaged during the fight because when I turned them on they had a slight bit of static in them.
Then I came back upstairs and saw the pot the ramen was done. I called my friend (who had disappeared at some point) to confirm we were meeting up. It was a weirdly real dream, except for the part I was flying. Then I went to take a piss and basically woke up because for some reason taking a piss in dreams is the single biggest indicator that you're in a dream.
Totally unrelated picture that's also very lewd.
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Writing it down before I forget.
One thing to note is there were actual relatives of mine and fictional relatives of mine in the dream. The actual ones were:
My cousin at the end
The fictional ones were:
My Aunt's son thing
My dying Great Aunt
Anyway, it was like some sort of family reunion in I like like a virtual reality log cabin/wooded area.
My Aunt had a son who I found out turned into a girl due to hormonal imbalances and stuff. One thing to note was he made a really androgynous girl. When my Aunt and mom left the two of us alone I naturally tried to fuck him when he was a girl, but as always when I have sex in dreams I thrust my pelvis forward, fail to penetrate, and then am interrupted. In this case I was interrupted by my mom and Aunt walking back in with me and the person naked with my front to his/her back.
They didn't freak out, they were just annoyed at seeing it and my Aunt was disappointed. She ended up confiding in me that he was a genetic abomination or part of the virtual reality and that she's fucked him too and hates herself for it.
While this is going on my dad had been working on some life power watch sorta thing to attached to the wrist of my dying Grand Aunt. It's super delicate and if it's broken before being attached to her she'll die. Me and him try to put it on her while on top of like, stadium seats in front of a dirt road, but she flips out and he's ready to wait a while. I feel like I've disappointed him for some reason so I try to put it on again without him to make him proud of me, and she ends up knocking me off the back of the stadium with the watch in hand. I hold the pieces together for around twelve hours, waiting there (I forget the "logic" in this) and then sneak past park rangers to get back to the cabin with it. My real life cousin, a little girl, exits the cabin with a double barrel shotgun and blasts two chunks out of my chest, thinking I'm a home intruder. The end.
It's dreams like this that honestly make me question my sanity.
1. Very weird dream. Starts with PoV character being informed his father has not been home for a few days without notice. Father is remarried to someone younger, somewhat older than PoV but still too young to be my mother (was like 8ish years older). There’s this small skit where I’m convinced my father’s dead and I’m…trying to get on better terms or something with my foster mother? I think she rebuffs me by saying “I don’t really want to be friends” or something, but it sounded neutral or whatever in the dream. Remember someone showing up and telling me that father ‘took the fast line’ to someplace abroad, a name was given but I don’t remember it., but he’s effectively dead and it might’ve been understood as a euphemism? Anyway there’s a bit of weird interlude where new people move in or something and we have to split rooms. Eventually the dream transitions to mathematics or something, I’m not sure, like magical math and some sort of warstory because apparently our land is wartorn? There’s a bunch of fighting I don’t remember as well as a bunch of philosophical rambling with a person and with content I can’t recall (I remember a part about fractals, about geometry, and about illusions of rotation and shrinkage or something and also recall seeing this before) and also remember that I apparently made some sort of breakthrough. Eventually I’m sortied or something, something tragic happens and I lose my fucking mind, my foster mother at this point is all ‘h-hey want to be friends’ but I say some weird shit and rebuff her. I don’t remember what it was, but at this point I’m like outside of my body and thinking of the whole dream as a story, and I tell someone (my foster mom???) that this is a story with a convincing mental breakdown over PTSD, so there’s that. I believe the dream might end there, or else after I head out alone back into the warzone? I don’t know.
Might have been inspired by Nier? Or maybe it was inspired by Yukikaze.
2. Some sort of weird…spy movie? Or it could’ve been a continuation of the first? I had this immediately after the first after I woke up and went back to sleep. Began with some sort of shady meeting between me (now wearing a bowler hat and looking like Prof. Calculus from Tintin) and some big bald dude - looks like the guy from Kengan Asura actually. We’re in some sort of confrontation, I chase him somewhere (the setting there felt like it might’ve been the same as the above dream) and capture him along with my gang (family I think?), but then there’s a debate over what to do with him. My Watson character tells me to turn him in but I don’t trust the police nor the Watson character, so I shoot him. I’m talking with my sidekick and explaining why when I get punched off the map by the huge guy, who is totally unscathed except for a small dust near his temple where the bullet impacted. Don’t remember the transition but we’re now in a car chase, he tries to shoot me in a passby and I just dodge it. He grumbles to his driver that ‘this guy is known for just ducking under bullets’ or something. Anyway so I throw a poison bomb shaped like a weird cartoon head with a plug in its nose at him, but it doesn’t do anything as they pass through the cloud. The head honestly looked really creepy. I think there was a second bomb whose poison cloud they passed through but I can’t remember at all. Anyway so the bald guy actually does see the shape of the bomb and I remember specifically him looking at the bomb. At this point I've switched 'camera focus' to him. The poison works when you breathe through your nose and melts your face from the inside out, starting from drooping (so your face looks like poop) and sweating and ending in just a giant puddle on your neck, which is fairly gruesome. The sidekick driver guy doesn’t figure this out and just meltsbreathing through his nose the whole time and with zooming in on it. The bald guy plugs his nose but he still melts? I think he breathed through his nose just a little and that started the reaction by like widening his nostrils until the noseplugs don’t work? Anyway he’s sweating profusely and drooping but the dream cuts out as the camera ‘pans up’ away from him and he’s muttering ‘it’s just a hot day’.
Worst thing was both of these only took up two hours together despite each individually as a movie probably being that long.
Wow, they're both pretty weird but the second one is also pretty hardcore. Dream you is ruthless. I always like dreams that feel like movies though. When I wake up it feels kind of satisfying, as if there was an end, whereas normally dreams don't end where I want them to.
Also I've dreamt of playing with that twintail before.
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I had a dream I was watching an isekai-like show. The MC was trying to summon a demon familiar, but instead he summoned Koishi from Touhou.
In the dream I thought "wait what how this makes no sense this must be a dream" and then I thought "why am I dreaming about Koishi" but instead of turning into a lucid dream I just kept watching the anime?
dream-me raised some good questions, actually…
How did he know that he summoned her though? Or did he not know and only the viewer could tell?
he didn't know, but she did
I bet all those times I tried summoning demons and succubi led to me having a big invisible harem that follows me around and helps me out!
Yeah, I have the most intense dreams when I'm really sleep-deprived but only have time to take short one or two hour naps. I've lived entire lifetimes in half hours like that.
I heard ambien makes dreams weirder, did anyone try it?
Dunno about ambien but PCP gives me some real weird ones.
No but Stilton cheese is supposed to as well. Probably confirmation bias but it has worked in my experience.
Something about piloting mecha.
Had a short but disturbing dream that involved me meeting a bunch of my old friends from high school but none of them remembered me, which seems kind of unlikely. Also I remember being super shocked at how much a lot of them had grown up and specifically how a few of the more casual girls were wearing like ermine and shit.
I suppose you don't need to be a psychoanalyst to understand that one.
Man, I know I have pretty weird dreams from time to time but I forget them pretty quickly. Maybe I should keep a dream diary.
What I sometimes do when I wake up is grab my phone and make an audio recording that sort of summarizes the dream
In my experience the act of consciously recording the dream makes it much easier to remember, even if you don't record all of it or you don't look back at what you recorded. After that you can just put it in a dream diary at your leisure.
Google already knows enough about me. They can stay away from my dreams. I dug up a journal and pen though and put it on my nightstand. I'll see how it goes.
Just use a recording that isn't a cloud service unless you think everything on your phone is getting duplicated to Google
Which wouldn't be that weird but it seems like a lot of investment for fuckall return
They were wearing ermine fur? That's kinda weird.
I'm not sure what exactly they were wearing because the general misty vagueness that defines dreams, I just know they were wearing super /fa/ shit, which was contrasted with T-shirts and off-the-shoulder sweatshirts when they were teenagers. It just sort of hit home 'wow, the mild teenage girls have all grown up with boyfriends and husbands, damn'. A lot of them were also rocking motorbikes and stuff, which isn't that weird but I lost contact with most of them before they could legally get a license for one, for example.
It was like a midlife crisis dream except I'm half the right age, and also there's not really much to have a crisis over.
Quarterlife crises are a thing apparently, like alarm at one's pace in life compared to that of one's peers or something.
I don't know if I'd associate dressing fashionably and riding motorbikes with being particularly grown-up though…
Grown-up compared to how they were in high school. The fatties slimmed out, the nerds got degrees, the jocks drive, the casuals got /fa/. I don't really understand it either, the dream feels super scripted (there's a part where I'm literally chasing them as they enter a parking lot which is so on the nose symbolic it's kind of retarded) and also delivered to the wrong person.
I wonder if quarterlife crises are a millenial thing, though. Midlife crises are pretty old but I've never heard of a quarterlife crisis, it could have to do with how fast life goes these days.
I've had a dream about becoming a dad. It was so real it was kinda scary.
Like, it felt Viscerally real. a fucking premonition from another life or something.
She was a half-black girl (??? your guess is as good as mine) with short-ish hair. We were both sitting on the bed, talking. The atmosphere felt intimate. It was clear she had much more experience with these situations than me. At a certain point she revealed she was pregnant. She did it teasingly, so I didn't believe her at first, but then she showed her baby bump. I was fairly shocked.
Now, being the ultra-awkward dork that I am, I nervously congratulated her and asked if I can touch it. I reasoned this was my one and only chance to do something like this. She said yes and leaned back.
Now in the back of my mind I knew I had sex with this girl once before, and I knew (y'know, dream-knowledge) it was very awkward and spontaneous, probably drunk. I was getting worried about the possibility. But I also knew the girl was very sociable, so I assumed she must have had a steady boyfriend or something.
So at this point the dream was turning hyper-real. Like, I could actually TOUCH her belly. I could HEAR her voice and I could SEE her face. Like holy shit it's etched into my mind, I could draw her if I knew how to draw things.
(and for the record: she wasn't anyone i know IRL)
She says something among the lines of: "You know, I didn't ask we meet up for no reason"
And I awkwardly joke "haha what? the baby's mine?" like an idiot
Then she just whispers a very soft "yes".
So yeah. I look at her, and the thought "I'm going to become a dad" just starts repeating in my mind. again and again and again and again.
I hug her and an ecstacy washes over me. It felt so… great. Like I was tearing up from joy. Like I kept going "holy shit, really? for real?" It felt absolutely incomparable to anything I ever felt waking. I can't even describe how I felt.
That one moment when we were hugging felt like at least 5 minutes.
Now there are two options:
1. My brain is desperate to get me to procreate
2. That was a memory from a different lifetime
I'll let you be the judge
Your real parents are aliens and you saw a vision of their memories which your brain reinterpreted it in a way you could understand.
This post made me sad
I recently had a dream that Madoka (yeah that one) was murdered and that I was the detective in charge of the case. The last thing I remember was avoiding a deadly black widow spider before the train woke me up.
Did you find out who was the killer?
I think it was Sayaka, but I'm not 100% sure on this.
Homura is messing with your memories.