Dreams

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I had a strange dream last night that vaguely involved the farms.

It started off innocuously enough, the last thing I remembered was riding around in some hazy, unfamiliar city in America. I was on some sort of tour bus. I was with a group of people that I apparently knew and a strange rocker woman sat next to me. The woman was, like several of us on this dream bus, a KF user (don't remember how I knew this) who showed nipple in some weird gunge music video. Even stranger is that she allegedly had four nipples, one of the spares I saw repeatedly as it was under her wrist, concealed by a thick but loose bracelet.

At one point it became night and we were still on a bus in what looked like some sort of red light district and an indistinct male figure yelled out at her from a street corner, "Nice belt," he exclaimed, referencing the her large, fourth-nipple-hiding bracelet.

I was walking down a hallway with some other guy I had apparently befriended and I told him about the four-nippled grunge music woman, but he didn't believe me. Thankfully, our Nipple Lady was walking down the same hallway as us, just about twenty feet away.

I seemed familiar enough with her one to ask her "weren't you in a music video for some band?"

She seemed bewildered at first, before grinning and flashing her weird wrist nipple at us, triumphantly. It was then that I began to fall in love with her.

Another blur and I've been dancing with multiple strange women in some sort of dimly-lit, space age bar before seeing the mysterious nipple farmer again, who asked me for a dance I and obliged.

We danced and all went well, so we agreed to get married and as we left the bar, some absolute giga Chad that we both knew somehow stopped us at the door. Strangely, we both knew each other somehow. He clearly feelings for my strange nipple waifu, but he was politely rejected by her before giving us a fist full of benadryl and tylenol, which was suspiciously slimy. I thanked him for his slimy meds as Nipple Waifu and I left.

At one point I returned to the bar to piss for some reason.

Blurry again and I'm pissing in what looks some sort 80's scifi barracks in this weird theme bar before I see some unnatural worm inching across the floor in front of the trough urinal. It was covered in the same slime as the pills from before and it was unnatural in that it was bifurcated about a third of the way down and slightly peeled back at what I assume was it's 'front' end, revealing alternating rows of tiny serrated teeth.

Another blur and I'm in Japan, entering a weird bathhouse that, like the strange bar, has some sort of mishmash of traditional Japanese and space age styling. Like the Nostromo from Aliens, but a Japanese men's bathhouse.

Not speaking any Japanese, not even in a dream(?), I immediately made my way to an unmonitored area that was sealed of by a large bulkhead door. I thought nothing of it as I proceeded to open it search of evidence of these malicious alien worms.

It was like the inside of a meat cooler. I could immediately hear the sound and smell of meat violently burning on a skillet before turning to the right where I saw an elderly Asian woman stopped over a portable gas stove, or at least part of her.

She was standing up with everything above her armpits seemingly fused fused together in some sort of ungodly clump of biomass which was frying in a giant wok. I noticed more worms, this time they looked like mobile pitcher plants with shark teeth.

Evidently the old lady was cooking them and selling the meat. The weird pitcher plants seemed to notice me and I fled, sealing the bulkhead behind me. I was confronted by the guy at the front desk only to spring out to my car, ignoring him, where I threw these large bags of processed alien worm meat in my car. I don't remember having them when I left the bulkhead-sealed room, but whatever.

I had to show this weird worm shit to the authorities. Society can't collapse now that I'm engaged to a woman with four nipples. I won't allow it.

I woke up right then.

I went to sleep listening to an audiobook of The Stranger and woke up to a video about the nine circles of Hell in Dante's Inferno. Probably what caused the weird dream. Sorry if this is incoherent; typed it all while 'shitting' at work.
 
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I had a dream that Null faildoxed me live on MATI for some reason and everyone thought I was some teenager who posted on the Keffals subreddit
 
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I had three dreams of which I vaguely or incompletely remember over the past few days after having some sleep issues, or issues with waking up:

In the first dream, I was at the back of my house where I was initially sat on the stairs of a deck looking at a nook, sat between the deck and the side of the house. As I'm there, if I recall correctly, I'm thinking of envisioning and constructing a sort of towering coop specifically to hold fowl, like ducks. Eventually, the presence of some female being appears or approximately comes from behind me. I don't look at her, and I think she makes conversation, but I can't recall if any dialogue ever really happened. At some point, the coop I was envisioning suddenly, spontaneously appears. As it does, I think I move closer to it to inspect it and the woman or female that I believed was there is then no longer there.
This was notably a short dream I had after falling back to sleep.

In the second dream, I took the role as a sort of host for one supernatural entity from a set of others, scattered among other hosts. It still seemed that I had control over my form, but I was able to realize that the entity or thing was imbued within me. It's possible that I was potentially the entity itself. I don't recall too much of the dream, but I remember I traveled through the streets of one region, maybe about as wide as the area of a greater city or town, before coming to a hill. As I went over the hill, I recall a sort of place of confrontation or ultimate challenge; it would be a place where the entities may have reunited. This place was (likely) a sort of building, wherein we committed to the major event in a small room before becoming victorious.

In the final dream, I was a superhuman agent in some sort of special suit seeming to be infiltrating a sort of school with Russians, or people who spoke Russian at the least. Initially, I seemed to file in to an open air room filled with some people seated at tables. I think the people where variably looking towards a side or corner of the room as if someone were instructing or speaking. At one point, a staff person, maybe with some other guys, came to me and said something in what seemed to be Russian which I somehow confidently interpreted as "You speak [Russian]?". As a note, what I interpreted was definitely not what they said or what I heard. In response to the question, I said no, cooly, whereby they then began to escalate the confrontation as they pulled out/unholstered handguns and I seemed to stand up in response; I don't know if it was either by their order or my volition that I did so. I can't say what directly happened thereafter, but as I became compromised and equipped a handgun of my own, there was a sustained firefight between me and the staff within the building. I seemed to be largely impervious to the bullets and I seemed to hold the advantage as I would rampage and comb through the offices like robocop to dispatch anyone with a firearm. At some point during the fight, I may have also encountered another superhuman being like me. If I recall correctly, it appeared initially to be a normal human being in a snow jacket before the skin on its head then seemed to become trisected, enlarged/inflated, and then peeled away to reveal smooth, shiny red flesh, unlike muscle but like a smooth second head. As I confronted it, it seemed to be fairly tough, as it resisted several bullets before it reached and made contact with me before falling shortly. I think that was it for the most part.
 
I had another dream after going back to sleep for an approximate hour. This was much more resolute than the others:

In the dream, I found myself as a character in a sort of Bioshock-like setting like Rapture, except it was visually imbued with a more clean, futurelike theme. Initially, I wake up with about two to three other people in a tall, L-shaped room, including one other guy in gear - my colleague/partner, and a woman or two at least. One woman seems to be opposed to our violence. The tall room appears to be themed with a blue, approximately ultramarine floor. We seem to be raiding a room full of gear as if we’re infiltrating the place when two other men in gear walk in through a door with a glass panel. Shortly after they confront us, my partner and I, or just I at least, get out a special metal device that looks to be shaped like a drawing compass, only it would be larger and it has blue, thick hairs or feather barbs emerging from each side, within the halves close to the tips. I equip the device on my head in a way almost like eyeglasses with the back pivot situated over the back of my head. Upon doing so, my perception changes to a sort of different palette where everything becomes tinged with blue. One of the intruding men begins to advance on me slowly, wherein I begin to snap my fingers at him; I then watch his feet and shins disappear as if the action of targeted snapping were causing the parts to be annihilated or cleanly dispersed from existence. He then falls over and I try to target the next man as my partner comes to finish the downed man. As I look to the next intruder and attempt a similar thing, I realize my snaps don’t affect him and he begins to rush me. I then take off the head device I was wearing and attempt to use it as a weapon when the man contacts me in an attempt to apprehend. I shortly drop the device and begin to equip a small glass bottle from somewhere from the proximity, which I then break across the man’s face after I get it out. Using the remnant of the glass bottle, I begin to stab his face around his eyes, where I completely destroy one eyeball and puncture another, leaving glass shards in each socket. With an expression of silent agony, he attempts to clumsily exit back through the door out of the room, to which he falls to the floor where the swinging door rests on his legs.

After the encounter, my partner and I begin to pack up the gear while the woman is vaguely in distress. My partner and I then proceed to skim through and scavenge piles of the remaining gear, held largely in packs, on the floor, walls, and shelves. As we load all we can into our own backpacks, we proceed to the door to exit. Others also begin to appear in the similarly themed hallway with gear as well; they appear to be running with the stride of haste and expressions of excitement and glee. Joining the few, our partner and I also begin to run with the crowd before hearing staff or security commanding to the gears haulers to stop from around the next corner. With this, I proceed to stop and walk as I get to round the corner with the apparent hope of blending in and bypassing the men. Beyond the corner, in the next segment, I see a darkened hallway with security men equipped like the other two men that I had encountered. The panting gear haulers by the security men drop their gear in response to being ordered to do so. As I make it through the crowd and piles of large packs and their contents, I almost penetrate the final edge of the security confrontation, enough to see the hallway exit into a larger room, when I am ordered to stop and drop my gear. I do so, but then my partner begins to attack the security men with a firearm. The other gear haulers appear to then start resisting and attacking the men as well. As we dispatch most of the men, my partner sees one escaping and begins to chase him into the larger room.

The larger room is relatively unconventional in that it appears very large and shaped like a curved tube. Furthermore, the room is tens of feet tall, if not over a hundred feet, and ribbed with wide, arcing supports; the room also seems to empty into a similarly large and tall curved area or sector like a circular promenade. The larger rooms also appear to contain some transparent sections with windows latticed in between the supports. The first room seems to be lit from above by such a window region emitting soft, luminescent, sea green light. In the first large room, there are also several dark colored buildings, or a long complex of them, to the left of where I came in, subtly lit with yellow at their entrances and on their exterior; if not attached to or extended from the left wall, they seem to curve to follow its contour.
On the buildings, there are two entrances of note: My partner follows the security man into one entrance which notably sits under a floor with a rounded glass overlook. I realize there’s another woman with me (or this may have been the other one, second woman in the gear room) and I seem to be directed by her towards another entrance to the right of the one my partner took. Going into the building, I immediately go up a set of stairs to a floor orange-lit by a sodium-vapor lamp to find a stash of items and equipment in some nooks, including a set of advanced gear. Recognizing that the gear are two suit components, I take a helmet to equip it, whereby it generates an orange, transparent, shielding aura to surround my head. I do as such with another component, a vest with a ring protruding from the front, and it too emits a similar shield such that my whole body and extremities are tightly surrounded by the protective aura. The geared woman waits for me down the stairs as I come out.

I then begin to run into the building at the left entrance, where my partner ran into, and begin to hear thumping from above. I take a look into the initial room and see a shelf on a far side of a round wall, sat by some stairs, holding antiquated items, including a miniature slot machine on it among other things. The building itself essentially appears Rapture themed. I then walk up the set of curved stairs to reach another floor overlooking the lower one, where I see a desk before the glass overlook, with a sort of strange, cylindrical device or object sat on it. The object appears to be illuminated with a sort of violet or magenta color and bears a decal of a simplistic spider on it. As I pick up the device, my bare hand seems to begin to react to it by convulsing and emitting the feeling of rushing tingles while receiving an essence from the object. The reaction commutes from the one hand to the other until it shortly subsides. After a moment, I notice an inlet to another small room of the overlook, where I find a canister of small, spider-like entities inside. As I open the canister, the spiders begin to fly out and quickly emigrate into the palm of my right hand at a rate of tens per second with a feeling of scratching around the core of the palm as they do so. After allowing another moment to pass, I then proceed to exit the small room and go to the next room up via another set of stairs to see that my partner has killed the security man, laying him sprawled.

We then exit the building to find more resistance in the next large section. Along with my partner, I begin to equip a rifle and start firing at several equipped infantry units coming from the other large room or section. Entering the section, it appears to be brightly lit with sea green from windows spanning the entire surface of the outer perimeter wall, stretching to the ceiling. There are grasses and some small trees as well within the area. With our weapons, including my newfound ability to emit special, artificial spiders from my hand, we dispatch several men. In the midst of a wave, I then notice advanced units with active camouflage or partial invisibility and substantial speed and agility. After neutralizing the first wave of units, a (female) individual appears with similar powers to mine and substantial durability. After me and the partner take her down, the dream ends or becomes scattered at some point.

It seems like it would make for a cool videogame setting overall.
 
Because we belong
In a world that must be strong!
Oh that's what dreams are made of...
 
I had a dream a few years back where me and a bunch of other teenagers were kidnapped and placed in a lab that akin to the SCP laboratories until we escaped from scientists who were running after us. We then ended up in a tall jungle/forest reminscent of Leaf Forest from Sonic Rush, even the music from the game started playing and Sonic himself ran up a loop d loop past us, then I woke up I think.
 
so no joke, i had a dream where i had a really scary ghost following my ass, i did everything to get rid of this ghost but they wouldnt leave. i got frustrated, so i run around a corner and wait for this ghost to show up and i sucker punch them, knocked that bitch out then had a nice dream about taming cows.
 
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Which Jaws movie was it where the hero had to swim in an undersea pipeline? Was that 2 or 3?

I didn’t have a dream like that I’m just curious
 
The other night, I started a dream wherein, to my best recollection, I initially started driving while it was a fairly cloudy day.
At some point, I had the idea of taking a rail line to its end to visit a park after a while, some time in the degree of years. This park itself was familiar in that it may have been in another dream, but it notably had a sort of PRT/monorail-like system the likes of which I am certain had appeared in another dream. In the role of the character of the dream, the park is something I seem to sort of fondly remember:

The park, as was known, surrounded an endpoint rail station and would be filled with people and families that would visit various attractions. In particular, there were paths to different sculptures that snaked over and around grassy, rolling hills and deciduous forests. Some of the paths surrounded clearings while others lead to overlooks with guardrails and exhibit panels. From the rail station, as it was situated at some elevation, one could look out and see whole parts of network of paths and interspersed buildings from the station platform. All in all, it was something one would feel would be lively, especially when looking at it on a bright, warm day with few clouds in the sky.

As I was intending to go to the park, I had found a open air transport unit/car which was able take me to it. Alone in the car and on the rail network as far as I could see, I passed through some stations before encountering a major junction center with several signs situated around the junction. The junction was comparable in complexity and appearance to any of the major highway junctions you could think of in places like Los Angeles or around the Capital Beltway, albeit in a much smaller and compact scale. As the car was taking me to the park, I noticed a sign that referred to the station or zone as something like G1 [Autonomous(?)], which indicated to me that it was the correct path.

The car soon encountered and started traveling over an elevated rail. After a few minutes, I saw the border fence of the park come under the car, then I could finally see a block-like, obsidian-like, modernist building, the park's station, far behind a hill and the rail began to curve toward it, around the hill. When I finally was on approach to and arrived in the station, I saw with a preliminary glimpse that the park was empty and appeared near abandoned or shut down, and a dark gloom with the overcast late afternoon sat somberly and depressingly over the area. Equipment and materials sat on and around wrapped wooden pallets, among other large items or devices, were scattered about the property and sat near the paths and landmarks as if to pack up. Some mobile offices may have also been sat around the park as well. As I got out and looked at the station, I could see that it was still minimally operational; there was no lighting, but there was a line of some more open-air transports packed onto a side of the platform. These other transports were different, however. They were of a lower profile and looked like they were used by construction crews or for purpose of construction; they were notably more metallic and had only two seats, on one side of the car only.

I shortly then used one of those other cars to go back the way I had came as it was getting dark and the day was turning to evening. When I entered it and seated myself, some inspection revealed that it had a panel which could automatically initiate transport between stations. I began to take the transport unit out of the station and back the way I came. After the junction, I reentered the standard rail network. It was not after some stations when I began to hear chatter from an integrated radio/communication unit on the transport unit. After less than a quarter hour into the trip, one rattish voice from it began to air complaints about delayed or interrupted cars and requests to identify the problem. When I started passing through the more simpler, smaller ground stations, I heard the voice identify my unit with initial confusion. Some time passed when the voice angrily or harshly seemed to address me to disembark from the car while inquiring why I had taken it. Then the unit cut out in one empty station and I was able to disembark without further incident.
 
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Another wierd dream I had recently involved myself and a bunch of other teenagers (Jocks, pretty girls, nerds, normal kids, etc.) all climbing down a long Dunken Donuts basement to get away from some elite pedophiles who were after us. In the basement, we all huddled together in a big set of rooms resembling one of my Catholic schools while a tentacle similar to the creatures from The Mist lurked out of one room. I was huddling near one of the pretty girls who decided to hold my hands. Suddenly, out of fucking no where, we were all saved by fucking MIHAWK from One Piece, who sliced and diced through all of the evil shit only to then basically teleport us to Shanks who was having a meeting in the middle of nowhere with the other three yonkos (Big Mom, Kaido, and Whitebeard), who all fucking towered over him. I don't remember much else though, but I got a pretty girlfriend who had glasses like me in the dream. The elite pedophiles might have been after our adrenochrome, so your a fucking pro Mihawk, truly my favorite character for a reason.
 
I was sitting in my living room when a huge wind gust suddenly blasted me off the couch through the kitchen and into the bedroom. There was this loud rumbling noise that was then dwindling in volume. I go outside to see a tornado moving away in the distance, having only missed my home by a hundred feet. Later on in the same dream sequence, it was night and there was an eerie yellow glow coming through the window. I peek outside and see that a Blockbusters store had suddenly manifested across the street. My reaction was not positive, because it defeated the entire purpose of living in a rural area.
 
Alright this is my first time coming to this thread, but I just woke up from this bizarre dream, and I wanted to document it somewhere. The dream felt like an episode of Tales from the Crypt or probably more specific, those old campy Tales from the Hood movies for one reason alone but it's weird enough to me.

The dream starts with these two guys, if this was a show, the closest people I could think of to play them is Fat Joe and Bubba Sparxxx because they're two fat bald white guys that dress like niggers, and that are looking for an abandoned spot to host parties, like a fixer upper they could turn into a hip hop club club, and they find a secluded run down elementary school
I'm going to interject why this is why it's weird. I know of Fat Joe and Bubba Sparxxx, but I don't listen to them or rap in general so can't fathom why I'm dreaming of a horror short starring them anyways back to the plot
FJ and BS find the school and check it out thinking it'll be the next big spot for whatever kind of hip hop parties but when looking through a window FJ notices a room with several dog cages, all of them have little beagles in them, so FJ wants to go in an let them go when he sees a microwave with the remains of a dog inside (I didn't see the remains but FJ remarked on it) BS just wanted to fuck off out of there thinking they're in over their heads, but they release all the beagles, that's when a truck pulls up with some hillbilly standing in the back with a rifle, screaming about "what have you done" or something to that effect while our heroes hide in some bushes"
Then I woke up before anything happened.
I want to think those were man eating beagles and they were in cages and the hillbillies were rounding them up and killing them before they bred, and the two guys unwittingly released a plague trying to do the right thing.

No the fact they looked like early 2000's rappers had nothing to do with the story, it was just strange to me that those of all people would be the actors in my schlocky campy horror dream.
Sorry if this is a jumbled mess, I woke up at 5:30 AM and wanted to jot this down
 
You guys should try taking tryptophan if you want more dreams. Even 250mg-500mg (relatively small dose) boosts melatonin/seratonin during sleep and I have 3-5 vivid dreams every night now. Also massively improved my REM sleep duration (2-2.5 hours a night now).
 
The core of the planet is a terrestrial place with a sun in the sky, and it can rain (with the sun out). Also there's an elevator to there from somewhere in Vietnam.

(according to dream "logic")
 
Had an extremely vivid and realistic dream last night.

I leave my apartment in the pitch black of night, with absolutely no moon, no stars, no street lights. Absolute minimum light whatsoever. Barely enough to see. It is way too late for anything to be open, and I don't know why I'm leaving. I see a vague shape in the darkness and get scared, but I am convinced my eyes are playing tricks on me, and I just need to man up. So I walk forward closer to the shape, but not directly at it, while taunting the shape, telling it I'll beat it up to try and break the tension with a bit of humor. Then as I get past the shape, I hear an unnatural but unmistakably biological sound coming from the shape. Like it's an unknown predatory creature warning of an impending attack. I freeze and stare silently at the shape. Time skips forward and I've locked myself back in my apartment. I wake up.
 
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Normally my dreams are awesome: either I go to my dreamscape and do whatever I want or I live an adventure. (I don’t often dream that I’m myself, unless I’m in my dreamscape. It’s weird.)

Last night I dreamt that I was in my bed trying to sleep, and someone tried to smother me. In the dream, someone put a pillow on my face and suffocated me. I have no idea what it means.
 
Dream me was gonna go on a rocket ride to the moon.

🚀

But then the dream kept changing the story. The "rocket" took off like a plane, and then it was an airplane flight. Then I was on the ground at an airport somehow. Lame ...
 
I've been thinking about steaks a lot, and apparently dreaming about them now too. Last night I kept waking up and falling asleep inbetween dreams of shopping for cheap steaks to make for dinner.
 
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