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For some reason a lot of times in my dreams lately I'll come to a point where for some reason I'll have to sprint as fast as I can, but it'll feel like I'm trying to run in water, with tons of resistance to all my movements and hardly being able to tell even where my limbs are, then I just try harder and harder to run until the anxiety from it shocks me awake.
Whenever I wake up I usually don't realize it was a dream for awhile and I'll be kind of upset that I've gotten so bad at sprinting (IRL I'm a really good sprinter).

Maybe it's because I havent run much in a few weeks.

You know the movie Avalon? Last night I dreamed that I was in the game in that movie, at the part where you have to shoot at a sprite to enter the next level. We did and found ourselves on the streets of NYC (a city I have only very briefly visited). Looking around I realized, hey this level is way more real than previous ones. Maybe this is reality? There were two bullies, not teenagers either but middle aged men, and I did my best to ignore them. Finally I couldn't stand it and took a swing at one of them.

Woke up on the couch where I'd fallen asleep and I was swinging a pillow as hard as I could at the coffee table. I'd knocked over my water and it was spilling onto the cat's blanket where he had fallen asleep near me. It was just like when your knee jerks and you wake up only in this case, my whole upper body was involved. The cat was not amused.

>>1566
This is QUITE common actually. "Running through syrup" I've heard it called.

>>1581
I've heard that it's because the parts of your brain responsible for your Kinesthetic sence arnt involved in dreaming, so you dont get the feeling of running despite thinking that you're running with all your might.

Don't know what it means, but I get dreams of having way too many teeth in my mouth. Like, growing where they shouldn't be.

Also, after having to stay awake for over 26 hours, when I laid down to sleep I could actually feel the dream coming on. As if I were slowly slipping into it. It felt different than usual, but it was more enjoyable.

>>1566
I believe this happens during REM sleep where your eyes are fluttering so you think you're running

Sure why not?

Been having this same dream or at least a dream where the setting is the same for the past few days now.

It seems like I am in some sort of forest I am pretty sure it's the forest behind my house. The dream always starts with me waking up near a camp near a small creek and the whether/ time of day/night is always near twilight while walking around the forest there is a small body of water and after walking near the water for a few seconds I see fairies or pixies they are small and have wings(They could be both I dont know the difference.) and I basically chill with them for a while till I wake up playing weird hide and seek games, drink, eat, watch them dance and use weird lights for magic or something like magic, learn how to use some cool fairy tricks. Been having this dream for about a month. I try to keep a journal of sorts to record what I dream of and I have multiple entries of this dream.


I am not one to look into deeper meaning of dreams I tend to just enjoy dreaming about things, so I don't really think there is a deeper meaning behind this.

I was being chased by hostile dream people on a green bike. When we were (me and this other girl) were cornered by the police in a school, everyone was deriding us and taking pictures and the police held a gun to our head but we kissed and then angels came down and ripped everyone's head off and burned their bodies and we escaped. Then when we finally got to the Pacific, we ran away, walking on water. It was pretty neat.

A few weeks ago I dreamed that I was all alone in an endless void that simultaneously every possible color at once. It was both blindingly bright and as dark as a moonless midnight. It's really hard to explain the color because it can't exist in reality.
I was just suspended in this place for what seemed like eternity, and eventually the void started singing to me, well not really singing, but that's the closest word I can think of. It started as a whisper then slowly got louder and louder,to the point that it was deafening.
At this point my eardrums exploded, quite painfully.
At this point I woke up into sleep paralysis as my ears popped.

I have bizarre, surreal, and often paradox filled nightmares on a fairly regular basis.

>>1596
Time to start meditating, anon

It was early in the morning and I was in the wrong bus without noticing when I see a classmate sitting on the back. I say hi to him and confess that I took the wrong bus and now I won’t be able to reach class on time, he suggest that we visit some art event happening downtown.
We get off the bus and I see a couple of American coppers and a patrol car which was strange because they never cross the border for no reason, my friend and I make turn and enter an alley with very old houses, some of them crumbling down, we sit down in some rocks and talk about some projects while filling a bowl with some dry weed, we see the coppers from before coming back on their patrol car, we stare at them and let them pass and we leave afterwards.
I had to take a piss so my friend goes ahead without me when I hear a bang, I peek through a window and I see that some shady looking guys have knocked my friend and are taking him away, before I could do anything I felt a punch on my back and felt on my knees where they guy that was standing behind me started kicking me nonstop.
When I regained consciousness I was looking at a window and a metal door, at first I thought that I was just going to get robbed but it seems that this has turned in to a kidnapping one of the guys started telling me that he had recognized me from TV, he said that he knew where I lived and with who I lived, he called me feminist scum for some reason.
There were 3 people with me on the room, 2 guys and one girl, they were very dirty and their clothes were in tatters, they looked like raiders from a fallout game. I was in a world of hurt so I just stayed put in the corner of the room.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up. But I said fuarrrk that soykaf I want to know how it ends and I pressed the snooze and went back to my dream.
I noticed that I still had my cellphone on my pocket and by the look of the building where I was captive it didn’t seem that I was very off from my original location. I don’t remember how but I managed to send a text to all my contacts on what’s app, were I wrote kidnapping, help, Vicente street. Some random twitter celebrities responded immediately, then I took both battery and sd card off and placed it under some nightstand.
There was a jump on time after that, I didn’t had my phone anymore and I could feel like an eternity had passed by, then my point of view changes. I see local police in swat uniforms and the mayor of the city leading a charge a few blocks ahead were my friend is being held, it seems the operation is a success and all the thugs are dead. After that an old man reports my whereabouts a few houses down the street the same thing goes down and the mayor of the city rescues me, I go back home and get a lot of interviews in the media.
Alarm sound again, the end.

This was 60 minutes ago and I’m surprised because of the fact that I had never been able to go back to a dream and continue were I left much less take direction of the narrative. I was very scared when I woke up the first time but I shrugged it off and went back. I don’t know what It means I just wanted to share.

Dreamt that I was living through some great catastrophe. An end of days sort of scenario. I know we've all consumed our fair share of media from books to video games set within some apocalyptic event, but I want you to think about what it would be like if you found the world was about to end. How you right now would honestly react. That news is some fuarrrking asteroid is about to hit earth and everyone is going to die and there is nothing anyone can do to avoid it.
I was filled with complete desperation and panic. It was gut wrenching.

It was so real. Like there was some vague recollection of hearing about some near earth objects but the scientists had dismissed it, and I didn't give it a second thought. There we all were sitting and sobbing in futility. fuarrrk, I don't want to die.

I had a dream where I was staying at some random peoples home. They gave me a room and told me to go to sleep, so I got changed and was ready to go to bed, but I noticed that there were 2 doors in my room that were open. I kept going back and forth between them, trying to close them, but their door frames would distort themselves whenever I tried, so the doors wouldn't fit. Eventually someone came and started watching me through one of the doors. I noticed that I was naked, so I tried to hide, but I couldn't. More people came and watched me, I was pretty much just pressing myself up against the opposite wall as far away from them as possible, hiding my face. Eventually they left, and I guess I put a blanket over myself at some point, because I was wearing one like a hooded robe. I looked out through one of the doors and saw a barricade of furniture blocking the hallway. I started pacing in my room, not sure what I should do, when I noticed through the other door a young girl came out of her room down the hallway. She looked at me (I don't know how to explain it, but we were both pretty distraught. I could see my face and hers, and I think we both could tell something was wrong with the other person), and then turned the other way and walked down the hallway calling for her parents saying she was "hearing the voices again".
Somehow I realized I was trapped here against my will, and a second later another young girl came into my room and told me she could show me how to get out. She led me down the hall and into a bathroom, where she told me to go under the bathtub. I did, and I fell into an empty void. I floated for a while, until I eventually transitioned into flying through a sky on rocket propelled roller-blades.

>>1651
>empty void
i fuarrrked up.

This is an older dream from my journal:

I dreamt about hearing this rave out in the middle of nowhere between San Diego and Las Vegas. There were pictures posted on the Internet of the stage being built and it looked like a cluster of cubes. I haven’t been to a rave in a while and I really wanted to go check it out. None of my friends wanted to go, however, so I ended up going solo. It was one of those events where you had to to find it.

I exited off the highway and entered into a small town. It was like an oasis in the middle of the middle of the desert – everything was nice and green. I parked near an open field with a bunch of houses scattered around and I walked down the road. It was getting dark and there were also some people walking along. I could hear the booming sound of bass off in the distance and I knew I was in the right direction.

About a kilometer later, it had really become dark I saw some of the trees had christmas lights on them. The next thing I knew, the road I was walking on became narrower and narrower until it turned into like a back alley way. I could hear some people laughing and talking up ahead and someone was playing a guitar. I ended up in a dead end! There was a house and the backyard was filled with people having a small get together.

A young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties, saw me with my flashlight looking around confused and walked up to me. He asked what I was doing and I said that I was looking for that rave. He then told me that the road I was walking on actually continued on the other side of the house! I was relieved to find out and he said he and his dad would drive me over there. I met his dad in the kitchen who was making some kind of soup. He insisted that I have a bowl before we leave so I did. The guy’s mother walked in and saw me using my iPhone. She asked what the difference was between the 5 and the 5s and I told her about the Touch ID sensors.

That was all I remember from this dream. I don’t think I went to the rave but instead, just stayed and chilled with thsoe people!

I had a dream Varg did a coffee commercial.

What do you think it means?

>>1656
You need to watch Metalocalypse.

This dream happened late last month but has been in my mind all month.

I was at a party at a house I've never seen before and there is someone there that everyone is crowding around.
I stay on the couch while the crowd of people are gawking, some time passes then someone sits next to me.
That person is none other than Martha goddamn Stewart.
She starts the conversation about how she hates how people treat her as a spectacle and how she wants to be alone.
I reply saying how I just see her as another person and she smiles really sweetly at me and we have a conversation.

Now I forgot what happened that led up to this point but there are two warring factions of people. One group of totalitarian dictators who are in full support of Martha Stewart and a group of rebels with tanks who are against Martha Stewart.

I was on the side of my main homie Martha Stewart.
We're in a stretched humvee with huge bulky bodyguards and I'm talking to Martha when a bomb hits the humvee.
We all fall out of the car onto a dirt road with rebels on foot and a couple tanks slowly approaching us in a tight circular perimeter.
Once they get close enough me and Martha lock eyes and then I wake up.

Yesterday I started reading a lot about the SEL universe and I was thinking about Lain a lot before falling asleep and last night I had one of the worst nightmares I've ever had.

I was in a house I knew to be mine somehow (I've never seen this house before.) and there was a man outside my window furious with me trying to break in while his friend tried to pull him away, I wasnt afraid though.
After he left I walked to a different part of the house and the door was hanging wide open and I saw him sprint towards me so I grabbed a butchers knife and started hacking away at him and the fight was pretty one sided in my favor, but it was grizzly and horrible.
Eventually he was too badly hurt to keep moving and fell to the floor so I dropped the knife and started trying to call 911 to get an ambulance for him, but when I did he grabbed a pen that was lying on the ground near him and started swinging it around, he missed me but hit Lain who was in the room now for some reason.
I stomped on his hand and then kicked the pens away before looking over and seeing Lain collapsed on the ground bleeding. I started to panic in the extreme and got my phone out but I kept messing up my phones password. I kept repeating "No, no, no, no, no, stay with me Lain" and things to that effect in a complete panic over and over. After a few seconds of this I could hear a 911 call go through but all I could see was a line hanging over a street with dozens of dismembered heads that all looked the same hanging from it, but one of them was Lains. The operator then began to panic as well and my vision pulled back to reveal that Lain's head was attached to an incredibly tall and completely wrong looking human body that was standing below it.

I woke up after that and I swear to god I was seeing double so the power button for my computer looked like a set of eyes looking back at me.

I haven't been this freaked out since I was like 8.

I keep on having dreams about my ex-girlfriend from about 3 years ago now. One I was jumping around like I was on moonshoes towards her car and some people yelled at me and I replied "I love her, I mean well.. I loveD her" then I had a dream her sister told me she was dead. Every time I dream about her I think about her all day then masturbate to the one nude she ever sent me.

I wrote a multi page entry in my journal this morning, and I'm going to copy it word for word.

Got 14 hrs of sleep do there's a lot of content. I'm surprised I remember so much. There are lots of early on tings I forgot, but first I remember was being in LS class in High School and asking to go to the bathroom. I dressed up like a woman and was a passable trap. I went to the girls bathroom and they were practically congregated there like a super secret meeting. Girls could go in and out as they please, as it was a bathroom, but they could also stay and listen to the lecture. I hotdogged one of their asses, but nobody noticed. She thought I was just standing behind her. Did I mention lecture? There was some prick, a dude teaching the lecture. He had a fuarrrkin Jesus beard. He questioned my gender a few times tactfully, but he could never prove it.
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I looked out over the water. It was calm and peaceful. I saw a big long line of villager looking people to the left of me. The line seemed to go on infinitely around the left side of this body of water. I did not know what they were in line for, and I was not interested. It was night, and the beautiful moonlight shines across the cool dark blue and black water. It mesmorized me and drew me in. As I swam across-
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>>1663
I was at a much fancier looking college campus than usual. I had somehow gotten mixed up with the cops there but everything was fine. I started discussion and became good friends with one of the officers there. He asked me to hold on to a bag of medication for him, so I did. He revealed to me that he was a hunter. Not just any hunter, but one of the supernatural. He took me on a trip with him. We were out in the wilderness at night and it was spooky as fuarrrk. I ran into a platform of wood with a wolf drawn in blood and he had holes for eyes. I lost the man so I waited until daybreak at the entrance. He came back with a cages monkey beast from hell. Upon driving back he was explaining soykaf to his daughter (who wasn't there before) and he mentioned that he takes Ritilan. I was sitting there remembering he gave me some pills, and they were still in my bag. I was thinking of various ways I could get high off the soykaf he gave me, and a few seconds later he remembered and asked for his soykaf back after ranting about drug addiction. I gave him back the pills.
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I was at school and then I was back at the location before. I was with another man. We advanced ahead and found out the village's water supply was missing a key element making it liquid, but it could not hydrate, nor could it cool down the temperature. I drank some and I practically felt sick. I went to their small brick movie theatre. Everyone felt like they were going to die. There was this really cute Japanese looking girl tat looked like she was going to die any second now, and I gave her the last of the soykaf I brought with me. Se ended up crying tears of joy all over me. I was happy. The movie ended up being cancelled.
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There was a top down scene with a troll in a small European style city like area that connected my school and the wilderness area I was in. It was like a video game. He would suck up all the water into a tank so he could get it back to the poor villagers. Some drivers were pissed. There were a few areas seperated by a door. He would pick a car in front of each door, and jet over to the opening of the next. It played out like a video game, and I felt like I was controlling the troll, but I was not consciously there. The void in between the doors was a road with flashing blue ripples shooting across all things in sight except the road, the troll, and doors. These scenes would be in 3rd person behind the troll. One dude yelled at him so he killed him and stole his car.
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>>1664
I was walking away form where the troll was and going to school to find out that classes were cancelled for spring break, and people strung out massive mats and sheets together to get together and enjoy themselves. They were going to watch a movie as one of the planned events. I noticed a few friends and said "Hi," but then I noticed the girl from school I had been crushing on for a while, and notce nobody was with her. It was almost as if it was the final confirmation that she was single. I walked over to her to start conversation and-
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NOTE:
That was a lot of fuarrrking sleeping. Remind me not to lose sleep time too much anymore!

I used to have a lot of dreams where I'd be waiting in my mom's car for her to get something and then I'd just get in the drivers seat and start driving. I couldn't ever stop the car though, I just kept going and had the constant fear of hitting people and things but I don't think I ever did.

I was at a shooting range, shooting a minimi. It was firing pieces of a snake. Like, instead of a belt of 5.56mm I was shooting pieces of a snake. To reload I opened the ammo can and grabbed the snake's tail with one hand while holding its head back with the other. Then I put its tail in the feed tray and slammed the cover down, the snake shrieked in pain, then I closed the ammo can. Then I racked it and started shooting. Pieces of the snake hit the paper targets turning them red. Then I woke up.

What does this mean lainons?

>>1667
I'm going say that you've got someone in your life that trash talks or talks down to you a lot. Just a wild guess interpretation

I had a weird one last night.
I was in the middle east with people from my old high school who I've not spoken to since then. it was in a big canyon/bowl with a similar lay out to a quarry but not man made. It was full of old stone buildings (think Petra in Jordan ) and people were jumping into the roofs of these buildings because they had big holes in them and falling all through the floors before landing in a tiny ring of rocks and sinking into the soft sand. I jumped in and was back at the top of the bowl even though I had jumped from about half way down.

at this point every one was doing drugs, the drugs they were doing were childrens stickers socked in liquid weed which they would then take like an acid tab. I wanted to try some and took the biggest sticker off the sheet and went to find the person who soaks it for you, that person was an attractive girl sitting at a table in WHSmiths. I asked her to give me some and she hushed me down asking "what do they sell here", confused I started listing things they sell in WHSmiths and when I said "stickers" she hushed me again, only franticly this time, and explained to me that they had derezzed stickers because every one was using them for drugs and and there were secret agents patrolling looking for stickers.

She then soaked my sticker so it was dripping, I ate it, and went back to my friends. I felt no effect from the drug but I knew it was because it would take some time to kick in not because I was immune. I sat down cross legged and one of the friends (we'll call him dave) tried to grab my dick, I cant remember exactly what his reason was something about finding out why it was having no effect on me but I knew it was because he was secretly gay and just wanted to grab my cock. I fought him off and that was where I woke up.

what do you make of this?

Also it should be noted that dave did IRL try and feel my dick at a high school party once and I do think he was secretly gay, for a number of reasons besides that.

>>1669
Maybe you kind of wanted Dave to touch your dick since it stuck with you

>>1674
I mean it's possible but I don't think that's the case. Either way it was a soykaf end to an uneventful dream

>>1343
>first lucid dreaming
I'll also share my first lucid dream.
It happened after reading a lot of article about lucid dreaming

>old foggy brown room
>realize I am lucid dreaming
>can hear my breath, can think clearly
>remember memories of life
>turn left
>saw a qt girl sitting side view
>go on front of her
>pulled down my pants (it feels so real I smiled in reality and aware of it)
>let her pero-pero my chin-chin
>feels mild at first
>realize in reality that my dick is limp and not standing yet
>confused af
>she haven't stop licking it and it feels so funny
>suddenly I wanted to wake up because panic (kept asking how am I gonna make my jr stand up?).
>woke up
I regretted it a little, I should've been patient and I probably would've enjoyed the best wet lucid dream ever ;__;

I've had similar dreams for the last several nights that are really bothering me. They're all short so I'll just type them all.

Some real life background to help with context:
>A girl who I almost dated in high school because she was literally in love with me but dating this other guy ended up having to stay with him because he got her pregnant and she's now with another dude who ironically also knocked up his gf in high school and is basically married to him, I pined for her and hated her for a really long time even after the pregnancy debacle
>Date a girl who is a huge bitch after this scenario and she treats me like soykaf the whole relationship, which was most likely a rebound anyway, and she breaks up with me two months later after a couple of immense sexual failures on my part. Exacerbates my low-self esteem, trouble with women etc for years until very recently, still have trouble with it but it's not as much of a problem

Okay now that all of that bull soykaf is out of the way here are the three dreams causing me trouble

1. I am laying belly-down on the floor with the girl who got pregnant (Alice) in HS. It seems like it's now, as Alice and I are both the age we were when we last spoke in HS, and I think we are at the house she's currently in, on her bed. We're talking and she's getting really flirty, my hand is on her ass and it seems like it's about to turn into a sex dream. All of the sudden her BF comes in with their two kids. I obviously sat up and pulled my hand from her ass when I heard the door opening and I talk to her BF for a while and then Alice rushes me out of the house and tells me to never ever come back. So then there's an interlude I can't recall and then I'm at the store and see my ex(she's the only gf I've ever had btw forgot to mention that, her name is Meg). So me and Meg start talking and she looks even better than I remember, so I'm thinking about asking her for her number or something, but right when I think that, her BF materializes out of thin air. He is kind of like a dark silhouette figure like pic related. She says "Well gotta be going" then I wake up

2. I am in an apartment complex that is seemingly endless. Every flight of stairs just leads to a second level that is connected to another one that looks exactly the same (it's kind of like an MC Escher work except nothing is upside down or anything it just all keeps leading into more of the same). I'm trying to find my way out but can't. In the middle of it, two girls I know IRL start walking around the complex. I think "Oh cool its them" and try to say hi but of course when I open my mouth no words will come out. So I try to run toward them but I can only run in slow mo. When I finally catch up to them and try to get their attention, it's like they don't even see me, even when I get in front of them. They walk into an apartment room and I wake up.

3. I'm driving to a local show and can't find a parking space when I get there. Seriously, it takes me like two hours in dream time to finally find the space, and in between I almost hit people five or six times even though I'm not driving fast. Then when I go inside, I see two dudes who I used to be really good friends with in high school. Similar to the second dream I say hi but they don't notice me, even though this time I can make sound with my voice. I keep getting more irritated as I try to get their attention and I even jump into their laps (they're sitting on a couch) but I just roll off of them like I was water on vinyl and they continue to ignore me. I wake up

What the fuarrrk does it mean?

>>1690
Maybe the people you knew didn't care as much as you thought

>>1666
The guy in the pic cannot be for real. He just can't.

Had a dream where i was in a store helping an old man buy a refridgerator for what i thought was his son. But then it turned out to be his grandson. I don't know why

'm telling this dream because I have a related question.
My dream involves me driving back home on a highway that is similar to the one I take almost every time, which I recognized by the similar turns, except it had a blank "lane" to the left for when accidents occur, and the (I don't know how else to say) "verticality" was a bit more profound. Three things were out of place:

1. I was driving in the carpool by myself.
2. An abnormally large group of police were driving around me. First, a policeman on a segway (yes, that ridiculous and overpriced wheeled platform with a handlebar) drove slightly faster than I did. Feeling self concious, I slow down a bit, only to find a police motorcycle (complete with shotgun), then two police cars driving quickly past me.
3. The increasing amount of drivers heading my way. Started off with a green taxi, which swerved into the empty part of the freeway on the left, then some more sedans, and abruptly ended when I lost control as I headed towards a cluster of short school buses.

At that moment at around 2:50 AM, I immediately woke up and wondered why I couldn't dream of death.
Mind you, I don't WANT to die, I just find it odd that I can't imagine death in my sleep.

>>1721
The only time I dreamed of death and remembered it was when I was resurrected. Once I, and some little girls, werr hammered by a large man then crushed underneath an elevator and I woke up from that but I never recalled me dying, just that I did die.

I was typing all the lucid dreams I had last night, but then the power went out and I don't feel typing all that soykaf again. Instead I will post a cool discovery I made about dreams. It looks like you can watch movies in exact detail in dreams. It's crazy because when you're awake there's no way you can recall all details, but in dreams it's like exact or at least seems that way. Likely though that the details you don't remember the dream just fills it up with something else. Kick ass discovery though, watch movies in dreams. Is this technically piracy?

Oh and I just remembered something, I was making some kickass music in my dreams. Shame I forgot how exactly they sounded like though.

I've had these two a few days apart several weeks ago.

>there's an empty room
>Putin's sitting on a chair with his legs on a table
>I'm next to it doing something unintelligable
>he looks dissapointed in me

The second one was more interesting:

>I'm somehow aware Putin's my stepfather
>we're at a poolside
>something unintelligable happens and he tells me to run
>apparently some hired gypsies are trying to assasinate us
>we run into a cargo elevator that's somehow right next to the poolside and it takes us to a bunker-like place underground
>he tells me some unintelligable precaution measures and sends me down a concrete hallway while he dissapears elsewhere
>in the hallway I reach the front door to my apartment and my grandma's there
>I go in and lock the door
>notice my grandma's not behind me
>I realise I accidentally locked her out
>she somehow opens the locked door and comes in
>I'm dumbfounded, but relived. I lock the door oncemore
>suddenly it opens again and a this skrawny little gypsy kid gets really close to my face and smiles a crooked smile
>somehow they feel extreamly dangerous
>I feel as if I'm going to die
>wake up at 5am
>huh

Somehow I felt as if Putin and I got along.
Like even though this was all that had happened in the dream I felt as if he thought we weren't going to get along when the whole stepfather ordeal started, but we both found that we think alike and were relived.
(I don't have any strong opinions regarding Putin IRL.)

It's weird because I haven't been reading or thinking about him in the slightest, and yet I had two dreams about him.
I guess the human mind is a strange thing.

>>1735
that pic is ballin'

>>1656
Holy fuarrrk dude, Varg has his own vlogging YouTube channel actually lol

>room: bed, chair, mirror
>two women, one is hugging the woman laying in the bed
>she's a doctor tells the other one she's dying, only has weeks left
>dying woman sits up, pulls out knife and cuts her own throat
>head falls off, doctor screams
>rips off the doctor's head, attaches it to her own neck, to take her life force or whatever
>women disappear
>it's me in the bed
>I look in the mirror, the reflection is mine but it's horrible, monstrous
>I don't even look like a caveman or a zombie, I see a disgusting subhuman chimpanzee thing in the mirror

and then I woke up

I was travelling and some random strangers let me crash at their house. They were really fun people who enjoyed going out and doing things for no reason other than for a laugh, keeping a youthful outlook despite being in their 30's. I crashed out on a couch there with two girls sleeping at the other end. We weren't cuddling or anything but our legs were sort of mingled. Then one of them started putting her bare foot in my face. I don't think she realized this is a sexual turn on for me, I think she just thought it was a silly game.

Since that night I can't look at porn or pictures of girls unless they show the girl's feet. If it doesn't, I get bored and put on something else that does.

Quit smoking 3 weeks solid and have had 2 dreams related to it so far.

>First dream, extremely realistic.
>Normally doing what I always do: sit in front of my PC dicking around online
>Go downstairs, take 2 cigarettes out of my mothers pack like I used to here and there.
>Go back upstairs, put one down on my desk, smoke the other one.
>Suddenly mom opens door, asks me why I'm smoking.
>Remember saying "Ehh it doesn't matter! :)" and laugh about it.
>Wake up without guilt, oddly.

Second one:
>Setting in what appeared like a post-apocalyptic world. Everything seemed pretty lifeless and dark.
>Remember seeing rundown building and houses, people were outside talking, wearing shoddy clothes.
>A few people talk to me about a war. One of them was an older guy that was a veteran, saying how important the military was and soykaf like that.
>Feeling that my sister was with me somewhere, but I didn't see or talk to her for the entire dream.
>Walk in to a small shack, everything made of old wood.
>Look at the wooden table, see a cigarette, and picked it up.
>Remember asking myself "Should I smoke?"
>Tell myself "Nah, I'm not going to smoke." Put the cigarette back down on the table.
>Feel pretty good, then I woke up.

I've created a strong thoughtform and persona around smoking so it's obvious it's trying to attack me within my dreams.

mainly about some girl from my old workplace, I only saw her a few times but I fell in love with her instantly and she shows up in my dreams a lot
>be on train, feeling like shit
>girl sits down next to me
>starts telling me some soykaf about sunflowers
>go home, paint fugton of sunflowers
>cry
I really painted some sunflowers that day because it kept going through my head

>>1777
I meant soykaf instead of soykaf, what the fuarrrk
my apologies

I have read a bunch of these. I am kinda glad that so many people have really fuarrrking weird dreams. It's a little comforting to know I'm not a lone crazy person.

>walking through this fictional city with huge skycrapers for all of the buildings
>black friday
>thousands of rats running everywhere while people sort of ignore them
>guy tells me that it's the night of the king of the rats
>the night is named that way because there's so much garbage for them to feast on
>rats keep jumping all over me. One bites me but the rust just clamber over me because I'm in their way
>this somehow turns into an organized tournament with rats dueling each other
>the rat that represents where I live defeats all the others and is crowned king
>time skip to the next night
>walking again and there's more rats fighting
>I start to panic because I hate seeing these rats and I just start running and yelling like and idiot
>see this really bitchy woman from work
>she says something rude about me being a coward or whatever
>we're going to the same place so I end up sorta walking with her
>it's a huge shiny black glass building
>she says something else to me as we get to the elevator
>I say something about "my" rat winning the tournament means I have some kind of special powers
>we go to get into the elevator but there is no power to it. The door opens but it's dark and it doesn't go anywhere
>we're now closed inside the pitch black elevator
>suddenly there's this loud sound of something large (like human sized) banging against the outside of the elevator
>we pry the doors open and check the next elevator, with the same result
>we run for the stairs and sprint up it while we hear more banging
>terrified because some kind of big monster/serial killer is chasing us
>we get to the roof suddenly at some roof top secret hangout club thing
>it's a bar/lounge that looks like a huge living room with a couple couches
>there's an old man there who I somehow know. He's the killer from seven psychopaths who murders other serial killers
>woman from work has vanished from the dream
>I know a few other people in the lounge but they don't seem to notice me
>I look over at the bar and see this large naked dude at the bar
>I somehow recognize him as a famous canadian porn star (fictional, I don't know of any male canadian porn stars)
>different old man suddenly starts shouting at him to put some clothes on
>start shouting that they want a live band to play at the bar, because this for some reason means the canadian would have to leave
>first old guy (bar owner) declares that he cannot afford to hire a band
>dream ends

>>1791
>guy tells me that it's the night of the king of the rats
>the night is named that way because there's so much garbage for them to feast on

great dream, this bit in particular gave me a laugh

>i'm at some grand house in the countryside, and I'm in finest clothes and apparently I have to meet someone important
>become acutely aware that I need to pee real bad, so i go to the find the bathroom
>i get there, but there's a huge queue of hundreds of old men in wigs or in wheelchairs, all hitting each other and arguing
>i decide to pee outside, but it's raining hard and there are security cameras everywhere, and I can't find a quiet spot
>the gardener or groundskeeper comes up to me, and pulls back his coat revealing loads of tiny little bottles and sells me one to pee in
>i try as hard as i can, but i just can't get a single drop out
>everybody comes out of the house to try and find me
>all of a sudden, giant metallic pipes started protruding out of the walls and windows, and all of them start pumping piss and steam out of them at high pressure, soaking me and everything around me, creating huge piss streams and puddles
>one of the piss streams flips a car over and it bounces somehow and hits me, waking me up

The entire dream felt like I was in the movie Brazil

>>1793
I could not help but honestly laugh aloud at this dream. That sounds fantastic.

Anyway. Here is a dream from a few nights ago.

>I am at work with a good friend/coworker (real person from an old job, I am still in touch with them)
>it is dark outside, raining perhaps but hard to tell, there are no windows that I can see out of but that does not seem alarming. There are lights on.
>We talk about something, I think the Apollo program but I cannot really remember details. The Apollo program makes sense with the setting
>An older woman that neither of us know shows up and starts in on the conversation with us, we let them in like nothing is strange about it
>Soon I realize that we are all talking in Esperanto. We carry on in Esperanto talking about the same topic,
>I notice that, although the older woman really knows Esperanto, my friend does not, and that it therefore is probably a dream,
>And I
Wake up.

>>1791
>He's the killer who murders other serial killers

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