Dreams

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Last night my dream was that I found a Tumblr post claiming (with no evidence of course) that Knuckles is a trans girl, and then I took a screenshot of it so I could share it in the Random Tumblr Posts thread but I couldn't find the thread for some reason.
 
one time i had a dream where a giant basketball player just attacked and started destroying shit like in that one titan anime
 
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Just had a dream where I witnessed a plane crashing into a city (complete with a mushroom cloud explosion). Then there was this rally thing at a stadium where people were told the president of the United States and Condoleezza Rice were killed in the crash. And then they started handing out Olaf the snowman merchandise to make everyone feel better.
 
My favorite dreams start with an apocalypse.
 
I tend to have lucid dreams, or really just absolutely terrible nightmares.

This was one that I talked about in another thread.
I recently had a dream that took place in my neighborhood, and I'd been doing god-knows-what when out of nowhere, my dad rushes to his gun closet and breaks the glass door instead of finding the key, in a mass fucking panic. My mother and sister aren't there.

As it turns out, there'd been some fucked up PSA on TV about staying indoors with all entrances barricaded no matter what. The reason for it was the twisted hellhound creature with, as I clearly remember, a sideways mouth that stretched from its muzzle to its chest. It ate my father.

Don't proofread your buddy's horror story before passing the fuck out.​
 
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I barely remember most of my dreams, but I'll share a few recent ones
-I'm a little kid in preschool and as I try to get on the bus it speeds away and so I try to walk to school but end up at some random house that my stepmom is at and I see something funny on my phone (forgot what it was) and I try to show it to her but when I did it changed to a picture of a naked retarded girl in a highchair wearing only a diaper with shitting crooked Chris dick nipples. Stepmom then gets upset bawls and screams at me "SHE WAS MY FRIEND!!!!!" as if it was someone she knew who died and I was mocking her. I then get up and try to walk barefoot on the kitchen floor but there's vegetables or something everywhere like a baby had tossed them around.
-I'm at a college dorm and some black girls on the balcony above me ask why I was wearing a ski mask last night. I have no idea and awkwardly explain that it was social anxiety. I then end up in the house of an elderly relative of mine that doesn't exist in real life and look through old photos. I then across a concrete walkway and rush to collect the red coins (like in Super Mario 64) all while I'm chugging a Pepsi in front of a blue dumpster with the Pepsi logo on it (and for some reason a Bernie Sanders campaign ad). I then enter a high school building because I'm in high school again and I notice a separate line of students who are walking to a remedial class specifically for ex-convicts/juvenile delinquents. Then I'm told to report to the sixth-grade dormitory (because I'm in sixth grade now) and there's a room full of beds and sleeping in them are all these Touhou-type anime girls and then the room suddenly shrinks to dollhouse size with me outside of it and the girls were nothing more than fabric dolls.
-Chugging beer in the backyard while looking at an aquarium full of fish with Pokémon-colored patterns (I know there were ones colored like Sunkern, Girafarig, Azumarill, and Zigzagoon). Also the guys from this video were there too.
 
I dreamed that a man-made satellite was discovered drifting halfway between Earth and Mars, and for some reason this prompted Null to blame the Jews and change a bunch of people's user names as a prank.
 
I had a dream last night that I had to baby sit some random cousin that I don't actually have and she was touching everything and almost broke my older sister labtop.
 
I had a bad one last night.
In it my dad told my brother (he's in his 20s) to get out of the house and that he didn't want to see him again. I was sitting in the back seat of a car in the driveway with my mom in the driver's seat and my brother in the passenger's. My brother gets out and rings the doorbell. I heard my dad scream at him and he dashes back to the passenger's seat. My dad runs up and yells something to the effect of "I told you not to come back" and shoots him in the head point blank with a shotgun. I think the last few moments of the dream I was in some kind of drab looking garden feeling really depressed.
The bad part is that those feelings carried over when I woke up, so I spent the first few minutes of my morning convincing myself that it wasn't real, that my brother is alive, and that my dad isn't violent.
 
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I had a dream this morning that I looked at my back in the mirror to find it covered in tumors and sores. I was even saying "What the fuck is up with my back? What the fuuuuck?" to myself. Thankfully I was awoken by my alarm clock before I could stare at the horror any longer.

Some of the tumors resembled this:

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I've also had two bad dreams previously involving a dead relative; one where I watched them die from their illness (again) and another where I saw their body in an advanced and gruesome state of decay. My mind can be very cruel to me.
 
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I had a dream recently about one of my old teachers, and it scared the crap out of me.
Just for contextual information, when I was in Elementary school I had this gym teacher that everyone hated because he was an asshole. I'll call him Coach Pendejo. He had this monotone voice and for some reason never addressed anyone by name. If someone what talking while he was talking, he would just say "No talking when I'm talking" over and over again in a monotone voice. I swear it would take him ten minutes to give even the most basic instruction, and there were days that we didn't do hardly any kind of physical activity. He was really nasty to my friend who I'll call Squeaky, who was basically female Chris Chan but she was my BFF anyway.
This was about 13 years ago, but I just had a dream about being in that class again. I was sitting next to Squeaky and he was doing his usual "no talking when I'm talking" spiel. I spoke up to tell him that maybe he should tell that specific person to shut up instead of wasting time. He just game me a nasty look and declared he'd extend class for 10 hours if he had to. Squeaky starts to panic and I try to calm her down, which pisses of Coach Pendejo. He proceeded, very slowly and silently, to grab each side of my face and lightly rattle my head.

ok...

Later in the dream everyone was playing with rubber balls or whatever, and I was kind of walking around making sure everyone (especially Squeaky) was OK. Coach Pendejo spots me and starts walking towards me. I know something's up so I pull out my pocket knife. He pulls out a much bigger pocket knife and grabs my wrist. Very slowly and silently, he starts to cut into my wrist. I woke up right as I was trying in vain to scream "Fuck you, I hate you!" .

What the hell, man.
 
Had a dream I was in my old house and was playing a twisted game with Pennywise from It. He had me and a few strangers in my kitchen, each deciding if we wanted him to cut our noses off with a hunting knife or something worse. We weren't told what something worse was. After carving my high school friend's nose off, he asked me. Instead of having him take my nose or something worse, I decided to just have him shoot me. After saying goodbye to my family, I closed my eyes and he shot me. First shot grazed my head, the second hit me in the dick & balls, and the third right in the forehead. Didn't kill me though. I remember feeling the pain, passing out and waking up in my front yard. I got up and walked to my neighbor's house, which was conveniently a hospital. After that, I cannot remember much. I mostly just remember the pain in my crotch. I could feel my bits in, well bits, shifting around in blood. I don't think I'll be forgetting that dream soon.
 
I routinely have dreams with content that would seem horrifying if I described them but I actually enjoy them and they're fun. One of my favorite recurring dreams is the aftermath of a nuclear apocalypse and I'm generally protecting something after it. For some reason, I'm always on a plane when it starts and the dream starts after we land.

One dream recently did disturb me somewhat.

The end started with the arrival of these awful things, some kind of telepathic aliens. They killed and then turned people into some kind of zombies, and I was chasing them. The first human I encountered who had been turned like this was obviously fatally wounded, with their head at a near right angle to their body, and I had to stomp them to death.

Then I encountered that awful alien.

Somehow, its weird telepathic powers to read my entire brain were reciprocal, and I could read its brain, too.

I read that it intended to torture me for all eternity and that this was, somehow, its plan for all of humanity.

At the same time, in real time, I was struggling with this monster on top of me. I knew I was going to die, because I was already wounded from the previous fight with the zombie.

I put both thumbs into the eyes of this goddamn thing, blinding it and bursting both its eyeballs.

I thought with the mind of this creature for a moment and saw its absolute hatred for all of humanity. It did not just want to kill us. It wanted to punish us for all of eternity for incomprehensible reasons.

It would do this to me, and its kind would do this to all of us.

So I forced this creature to kill me and robbed it of its victory.

This really isn't common in my dreams any more, and my usual recurring dream is of a social dinner where I'm trying to get an appetizer and for some reason it doesn't happen, or I don't have shoes and I'm trying to buy them, or boring bullshit like that.
 
I often have dumb fucked up dreams where I'm hitting the snooze button.

This is one of those.

I had a dream where someone shrieked I AM LOCRIA DO YOU WANT SOME HOT FUDGE?

I woke up and went on with my day although I was fucking horrified.
 
I had a dream I was in a car with Rich Piana. He was bragging about his new car and driving really fucking fast. Then, he was complaining that he doesn't have insurance for the car and he'd be fucked if he was pulled over. His wife had a camera on him the whole time.

Then we stopped to get some food without even working out. Then, he lectured me how you need to eat. He literally repeated "you need to eat" at least 4 times. Then he started saying a bunch of shit I can't remember.

When I finally got my food, it was falling apart in my hands, but it tasted pretty good.

Very odd, all in all.
 
Normally, I have really fucked-up nightmares. Either that, or weird dreams that make sense as they're happening but are confusing as shit when I wake up and try to reflect on them. If I do have a "good" dream, it ends up making me sad anyway because it's gone when I wake up.

I do have two silly ones to share, though. Better that than the depressing shit I could talk about.

1. When I had my incredibly depressing grocery store job, I sometimes would have stress dreams about it. One involved me ringing up different quantities of pears over and over. No, I don't know why specifically pears, but you can bet I never forgot the code for them again.

2. About a year ago, when I got back to work after my surgery leave, I ended up helping out at another store to get some more hours and it was... hard. All the hours upon hours of work I'd put in trying to keep that store in order, I come back a few months later and it's all gone to shit. So of course, stress dreams. I don't remember how this particular one started, but there was some kind of terrible storm rolling in and I was trying to close down and go home. It was pitch black outside the windows and I was really starting to freak out, because these two women, along with about nine children, came in to shop. I tried to get them to leave, and they were like, "Oh, it's not so bad out there, don't worry!" Meanwhile, the kids are fucking the store up and someone was blowing up my phone. I checked my messages and it was (apparently) my husband, Dan Avidan from the Game Grumps (???). The gravity of his frantic texts, asking if I'd left yet, where I was, etc was lessened by the fact that I had him listed as "Danny Sexhair".

Oh, and I've had two slightly prophetic dreams as well.

1. First one was when I was first moving out on my own. We were just driving into town and we were on our way to this big record store I loved shopping in. I fell asleep for a little while, and I had a dream where I was just in this big, dark room with massive windows that had sunlight pouring in from outside. It was somewhere I'd been before, I knew it, but it wasn't until I woke up and we arrived that I realized it was the closed record store. We'd had no idea, and it was such a bummer, but it clicked in my head that that's the huge room I'd been standing in.

2. Most of the details are lost to me now, but years ago I had a dream where all my fingers got broken, and then when I woke up and couldn't draw or paint anymore. It was devastating, because I'd worked so hard my entire life for my artistic skills and they were just... gone. Poof. I'm still working to try and get them back, but it's not happening and I don't understand why. It was the only thing I was ever really good at and it kills me to think I can't do it anymore.
 
Ive been doing a lot of lucid dreaming lately, and i discovered some interesting things which consistently happened in these dreams.

You can make pretty much any item in your dream if you're confident that it is there. Most people just say to vizualize it behind you and turn around, but that doesnt work for me. I have to find an existing container or a wall, and physically say "inside of this container there is X" out loud. In the case of a wall, i need to break apart the drywall and then the item is inside.

Understanding whether or not you are in a dream is interesting too. I have actively dream checked before and saw nothing wrong, despite the fact that my dad is black and people are fighting outside in the street with knives and no one cares. What i usually do is check my room for a certain object that i know i dont own. Usually its a red box. Sometimes this doesnt work either because im thinking "oh well if i cant find it then im in real life, except i feel like im in real life anyway" so the object doesnt appear because im not expecting it to appear.

Day and night are observable by location, and not by what time it is. All the time i see "night areas" right next to "day areas" and its sort of cool.

Death is a weird thing because people always talk about how when they die they just wake up, i dont experience that. I think i know exactly what happens, so the dream works off of that and it continues. Waking up is kind of like a computer crash, and it happens when you dream up an unimaginable thing. This includes dreaming up a complicated environment with lots of things going on at once that you cant keep track of, or doing something and then not understanding what should happen afterward (i flew and collided into an object once, and i guess i had no idea how that collision was supposed to happen so everything faded out and i woke up).

The way people behave in dreams is also interesting. There is definitely an observable pattern in their behaviour, and they're not as smart as you. Things that i noticed are:

They are beings of pure emotion. If you hit them (even if you didnt mean it), or if you're rude, they will become incredibly hostile to you and there is no way to calm them down. If youre nice, then so are they.

They will say whatever you expect them to, not what you want them to.

Every time you look at them, they will change form.

Injuries are almost never observable or affect the entity unless you cut, blow up, or crush them. One time I got into a gunfight with some guy and it took like 50 shots until he fell over.

DO NOT STARE AT IMAGINARY PEOPLE FOR TOO LONG. They start fucking up and youll initiate a nightmare

Intercoms and phones will just have a voice that says random shit even when there is no one there. It can also be whoever you want.

DO NOT ask imaginary people what you are afraid of because they wont just tell you, they will show you. And it will be custom-tailored just for you.

Dont ask a dead person how they died.

Does anyone have any other consistent, observable things happen in their dreams? Its a cool thing to study.
 
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