Nightmare/disturbing dreams thread? I love to hear this kind

>>19260935
I had a dream a few months back. The most real and terrifying dream I've ever had. I had a friend, let's call him Tyler, and my girlfriend, let's call her Sue. In my dream I was leaving a house party with Tyler and Sue, me and Tyler ran ahead to Sue's car and hopped in, jokingly driving off without her, leaving her in the driveway. Keep in mind it's dark, it's very late out. When me and Tyler bring the car immediately back to the driveway, the light casts onto where she was and she's gone. I want to say we stepped out of the car to search, found nothing, proceeded to return to the vehicle and searched down the nearby roads and still found nothing. Suddenly I saw her in a room, a dark room alone and she was terrified. Sue reached for her phone and tried calling for help, but on her phone suddenly was an image of contorted and horrifying creations, like almost twisted and tortured reality. Images that looked as though if they could they would be shrieking and screaming in pain and fear, and as she started swiping through the images, each one progressed into something more contorted and painful, more terrifying. She began to cry, realizing there was no end to what she was seeing, as a voice from somewhere in the room beyond her reach in a very calm voice that she would never see anybody she loved alive ever again- almost in a way that said she was in a place out of time and place. In my dream I could sense that she was somewhere very distant from where I was, from any sort of truly physical reality. It's very difficult for me to explain now, and that was the first time in a long time I had awoken from a dream in a panicked state, nearly yelling.

I love telling peolle this one. So when i was around 10-12 I had a dream we were in some industrial revolution like area(based on the architecture) and i saw this hotdog stand object filled with sweets(ive always had a sweet tooth lol) next to it was a line of emos(no clue why) walking somewhere my mother and her friend were behind me this whole time but now they appeared to be missing. After speaking to the guy running the sweets stand he told me to go to the top floor of a nearby building to find my mother(fyi my father was absent from the dream for whatever reason) i go up the stairs and then they just stop in the middle of the building i look over the edge and the stairs continued... the other way after a small drop. So i went down assuming it would go back up and find an old man and child the old man who read my dang mind said the elevator would take me up i walk into the next room and there is a broken elevator in the middle of the room and i look at it. Next a hand is laid on my shoulder and i turn to see what i can only describe is the silence from doctor who(this was BEFORE I watched the show then the obligatory jumpscare in my dreams and i woke up screaming. Spooky

>living with aunt at the time
>walking around bedroom in aunt's house and feel a grate beneath the carpet under my feet
>cut carpet to reveal the grate to a deep dark pit
>through some dream logic, i realize that aunt's house was built on the grounds of an old insane asylum but those who tore it down forgot about the basement
>inmates have been living in the pit, inbreeding for decades so now there are these mutants living underneath my bedroom
>call to my cousin wanttoseesomethingcool.jpg
>i show him the pit
>i yell 'who loves the paw people?' into the pit
>frenzied screams and hollers start echoing back from the pit

>>19260935
Every nightmare I've ever had always ends the same, and I remember nearly all of them, as there aren't many. Any requests or questions and I will deliver.

This is gonna sound lame compared to everything else in this thread, but it's better than bumping.

I dreamed a few nights back that I was in my house, falling backwards in slow motion. I don't know how I knew it was my house, because I couldn't see shit, it was all this weird static.

Eventually the static clears, and I'm on the floor of my living room, staring at some shelves. I can't move at all, and there's what sounds like a calliope or some other carnival music coming closer and closer. This for some reason scares the shit outta me, and I start to flip the fuck out. In my panic, I come to the conclusion that I'm dreaming and wake myself up.

I've had a lot of dreams throughout my life that mostly just consist of falling into the floor. Unable to move or scream, while "something" closes in on me. I'm starting to think I finally hit the bottom, and I'm afraid to fall asleep again.

Has anybody here had dreams which continued on from previous dreams?
Been keeping a dream diary and I've noticed that none of my dreams have sequels which is highly disappointing since some of them have been very symbolic/important.

Had a dream a night or two ago that really fucked me up. Like it's hard for me to type out fucked up. It was me and my mom at our house, even though we live with my grandparents they were nowhere to be seen. So anyways, it's like the Apocalypse or some shit, end of the world, anything you do won't matter scenario. So in my dream I start to think shit like "well nothing matters yadda yadda" and I start raping her essentially. She was resisting though, so dream me grabbed a pan next to us and hit her over the head with it. Now, my mom has a history of seizures, almost died from one at a young age and stunted her mentality since then. So she started seizing in the dream. Now I'm really sensitive and protective about my mom and her seizures, since there's nothing in her power to change her personality or her epilepsy. As a result, I felt bad in the dream, but seconds later I thought, "well now she can't resist" in the dream as well. And began going to town. Did I mention that I had a really long dick in this dream? I had a really long dick in this dream. However my dick was attached to my leg. Like, where my foot should've been, my dick was. And it was detachable. I started doing a combination of fucking myself with the dick and my mom. For some reason I was also smashing it against shit to see if it would break. Then I woke up. This was by far one of the worst nightmares I've had in my life. Maybe some of the /x/perts here know what it signifies, if anything? It is a very sexually driven nightmare, but also twisted.

>>19262240

Sounds like you should stop browsing /d/.

>>19262247
Never been, I did used to browse /b/ tho before it became the porn general

I have no idea why I dreamed this or by which of my life inspired it. I was about 12 at the time and I was dreaming that a girl with a knife was walking around a forest. Suddenly this long thing hangs down from the tree right in front of her, and it looks like a mixture of a snake and a human, entirely colored a charcoal black. It's lower body- the snake part -went up to the tree branches and looped around an large radius of the forest. From the waist up it had the body similar to that of an anorexic man, big long arms with needle like fingers and a human skull, but it had had two slit-like eyes glowing red a big snake-like mouth. When it hunghe girl instantly hid the knife behind her back, as the creature examined her for a few seconds, and finally did a creepy cheek brush with his fingers as he smiled at her. Then, the girl suddenly uses her knife to stab, slice and downright butcher it's face. After she seems to be done, suddenly it's destroyed face starts morphing, while producing some really disgusting fleshy noises, and the injuries all connect and widen to create a large mouth- it covered the entirety of the skull -which unveiled rows of teeth and what looked to be like constantly moving entrails deep in the esophagus. The girl had a terrified/disgusted expression, and at an inhumane speed, the creature ate her whole all the while crunching noises where heard. Then the mouth started forming again- still the same fleshy noises heard again -and it made a face of two hollow eye sockets with the same looking moving entrails inside them and a smaller more human looking mouth. It then uttered the words "How about you next, you like that too" Finally, from it's back, the skin got shredded from the inside, unveiling once more the moving entrails, and a hand started to aggressively come out of the said he wound and reach upwards. That's when I felt immense amounts of panic and I woke up. I have absolutely no idea what it meant.

>be me
>6 years old
>dream about a fat elephant who wants to eat me
>wake up screaming

still remember it

The first ever dream I remember is from when I was about 4-5. I remember it vividly like a snapshot, or a postcard that I've looked at every day for over 20 years. Nothing really happened, but there was a slender, very bourgeois brunette sitting next to a pool, like at a country club. She was sitting in a beige chair, and a table with a beige umbrella, wearing a beige one-piece, an over-sized beige wide brim sun hat, and large, retro-style sunglasses (this was during the early 90s, so the big Jackie O sunglasses were really distinct, whereas they're everywhere now). The pool was sparkling turquoise, the sky was crystal clear blue. Everything was moving in slow motion. The bizarre part however, was that each flat surface was covered in large, forearm sized maggots/grubs. They were beige too, so they almost blended in with the furniture, but they were huge, and they were slowly squirming all over the place: the table, the concrete around the pool, the umbrella... And the brunette was completely unphased. She just kept smiling and moving slowly, like the pinnacle of grace of femininity while maggots slithered all around her.

had a fairly recent nightmare where it all looked kinda... low poly, i guess (best real life graphical example i can think of is IMSCARED). i was in a thick, forested area and it was just trees, hills and dips. it was completely dark, no stars, no light source of any kind. if i strayed off the path i was walking on, monsters would appear out of no where with a real loud boom, and the noise would continue on until i ran back onto the path then they'd just disappear

can't really remember what the monsters looked like, and i don't think there was anything unsettling about them aside from their size and that i couldn't get a get look at them.

when I was a kid, I was always a little embarrassed I guess to watch violent movies because I lived with my mother, grandfather and grandmother and my grandmother overreacted all the time. I slept on the second floor, and my bed faced the doorway and I never had my door shut. I'd start seeing people peeking around into my room, after days of this I told my mom (I was young) and it seemed to stop for a night, but then I dreamt that I woke up, spears facing upwards around me with decapitated heads impaled into them, there was a person with a black hood on, like some shit you'd see in Skyrim. not sure what happened after that. But I've always been horrified of that house ever since

>>19265665
I stated that I was to embarrassed to watch scary movies because that would mean I would never have seen a scene of a movie where heads are I on a spear

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>>19260935
How about the time I was horrified of the Vlassic Pickle Bird?
>Be me
>Like, five or so
>love pickles, any kind but those butter ones
>to the point that I drank pickle juice, which I can't do anymore
>My favorite brand was Vlassic
>anyway, one night after my daily bowl of pickles before bed, I have this nightmare
>I was next door, at my grandmother's house, huddled in the corner of the screened-in porch, crying
>no clue why just yet, just know that something bad was coming
>and that's when the fucker shows up
>the Vlassic Pickle Bird, tall, majestic, and fucking terrifiyng, walking towards the porch
>"HOW ABOUT A TASTY, CRUNCHY PICKLE?" he would screech and pull a pickle out of his hat>mfw I whimpered "no"
>every time I said no he would just squawk and repeat his offer
>wake up screaming and crying
>Don't eat pickles period for about ten years
>I can eat them now, but if my fiance ever buys Vlassic brand I make sure to turn the jar so the bird doesn't face me.

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I dream really fucked up shit, hell I won't go into detail because no one reads this, the fun thing about my dreams is that fucked up shit happens but I somehow remain indifferent and don't wake up, pick one:

>saying my goodbyes permanently to my high school crush / girl who I lost my virginity to and kissing her passionately while she's looking very sick and has blood in her eyes

>In some hellish world, I slice my own thoat and can't die, instead somehow skin my head and go on a mission to sew my head skin back on, getting to see the seriously fucked up result a couple of times and waking up from the feel of regret and frustration

>I get shot by a military guy by accident and fall in a coma for 3 days

>getting so wasted my body stops working and I can't get up in the middle of a big crowd and when I ask friends for help they tell me to fuck off

>Best friends gf is pregnant, speeding car crushes her stomach and I see their lives falling apart right before me, like some weird fucking movie

Almost every fucking day I get a nightmare

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>>19265777
Reminds me of this

>>19265810
That's a pretty funny greentext

I used to have this one recurring nightmare when I was a kid. I would begin on the first floor of my house accompanied with family members at nighttime (normal situation). I would go upstairs alone to my room to get something I needed. The upstairs is very dark, I have to reach the end of the hallway in order to get to my room and turn on a light. In this situation, turning on the light switch doesn't do anything. Trying the other light switches doesn't do anything. Upon realizing this I am overcome with a sense of dread, that something else is upstairs with me. I quickly attempt to gather whatever I needed in the darkness. I start panicking, my movement is slow and clumsy and finding the object is harder than it should be. Upon exiting my room I look to my immediate left, where my parents room is. I feel the gaze of the entity that's hunting me. I make my escape through the hall and down the stars, back into the light. My family is sitting idly by, oblivious and uninterested in the events that transpired upstairs.

I absolutely hated having this dream

>>19264184
That was not a dream anon.
You got somewhere you shouldn't be by accident. Lucky you things can't hurt you since you are in "spectator mode"

>>19262240
holy fuck, my sides

I have this dream that I specifically remember having before. Once when I was in elementary and once in high school. It's just me in a dark red room and I have some kind of spear and I'm trying to kill demons and ghosts all around me.

>>19267019
Explain

>>19267061
This.

When I was younger, I'd always dream my toys were in a factory, building something bigger than I could comprehend. It stretched out over everything that was everything. It was some sort of transport/spaceship that was one solid yellow notepadish color. I remember hearing a computer woman's voice doing preflight checks. This strange woman, I knew, could rearrange the entire world around me at will, and turn everything I knew to mush. I'd wake up in a cold sweat from not being able to understand the vast size of the object, and the scary woman. Luckily, I was beneath their notice.

This was before Siri came out. I know from a diary I kept back then. I heard the voice of the woman for the first time, years later in real life. It was GlaDoS, from the portal 2 trailer, saying "Oh, there you are." to the multiplayer robots. To this day I cannot play mind bending or atmospheric games like Portal 2, or The Stanley Parable for long before panicking.

>>19267061
Uh, sometimes you will accidentally "fall" from your body, it's rare but it happens.
When you "fall" you basically "ghost"
So you ended up falling somewhere that was not pretty nice.
When you "ghost" around you may suddenly come back if certain things happen, sometimes your bed will move as if you just literally fell on it from some height.

>>19267149
Like astral projection?

>>19260935
I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, it wasn't particularly scary but I might as well post it.

My dream was basically like a 4th or 5th entry into a crappy horror movie where 2 girls broke into the haunted house of the series and got locked in, one of the girls got trapped in a room where all the doors shut around them and locked, and then died when some kind of weight just fell through the ceiling and creamed them. The other girl was trapped in the house for a while but eventually escaped, but when they got outside they were kind of in the netherworld, like there were no visible people in the world but cars were still driving around, they were seemingly being driven around by just the clothes and hair of the people who should be driving them, it didn't look like they were on invisible people, but the clothes and hair was just kind of resting in the cars, kind of like if you were to take your clothes off and just throw them onto a car seat. My dream pretty much ended there, but I thought it was a little bit spooky how these 2 girls were basically fucked for just going into the spooker house.

One of the scariest/most vivid nightmares i had was pretty generic. I was being chased around a boiler room by Freddy Kreuger. Creative, huh? but what made it so terrifying was the geniune feeling of being hunted. I remember having the feeling he could kill me at any time, but was just toying with his prey.

>>19267159
If you want to call it that sure.
I'm not actually sure its related tho. People talk about astral projection and real world things but when you "fall" you end up in places far from humanity.

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>>19260935
>Be me
>7 years old
>I wake up in the middle of the night, but I feel like I'm still sleeping. can't tell
>I can hear someone talking. voice is clear and I can tell it's coming from somewhere in the house
>"I'm downstairs" it says...
>walk to my bedroom door and look down the hallway. Dark, no one around. Look in Mom and Dad's room. Sleeping. Look in sister's room, she's sleeping.
>"I'm down here.. down the stairs" the voice says again.
>Can't control my body, start walking down the hallway to the basement door.
>Reach the basement door and open it slowly. Why am I doing this?
>Stairs are dark, can barely see the bottom
>"Come down here. . . come downstairs. . "
>Oh fuck, I see it. long white arms. black eyes. sunken face. It starts to move up towards me.
>Slam basement door, barely tall enough to reach the latch to lock it.
>rush back to bed. curl up in blankets.

>>19260935
I was in a room with a bed, but not in the bed. One of the room's walls was actually a balcony, overlooking something I could not see. Two large owls rose slowly from below the balcony. I thought they were owls.

The owls had large yellow dead eyes, and protruding beaks. They rose past me slowly, without even looking at me, and went over to my bed.

I got in the bed, and suddenly felt as if they had to go. I punched the light-brown one as hard as possible in the stomach. It felt like punching iron. The owl did not flinch at all.

It grabbed my arm quite deliberately, as if exacting a punishment, and struck it with it's talon, which felt like getting hit with a metal bar.

It then defecated in my bed and flew off. I woke up laughing, because it was absurd.

I then read on the internet that an owl is one of the few animals that will defecate in it's own nest. Owls are said to be symbols of wisdom. Why did they seem so nefarious? Am I afraid of wisdom? Why did it take a retaliatory bowel movement in my bed? Why two, black and brown? It was 10 times more vivid than any other regular dream, and very short.

>I hear someone in my house, from the direction of my kitchen
>"I am prepared", I say, as I grab my revolver
>I step outside my room into a long, dark, pipe-filled hallway that goes infinitely to the left and right
>It's Slimer, from Ghostbusters, not a lookalike, but the real deal
>I attempt to shoot him but the trigger won't work for some reason
>I dodge Slimer over and over as I try desperately to fire
>Dream ends

>>19267509
Sounds like it was the GHOSTS who should've been afraid of YOU.

>>19262222
Quad checked

>in dream cooking pasta (macaroni I think) for some reason
>hear cawing
>Look around; I'm on a cliff
>birds and shit everywhere
>look at pasta and its boiling over
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>in a frantic struggle to stop pasta from boiling over my pasta flies off cliff
>Jump off yelling "Mamma mia my macaroni"
>giant italian man catches me (and pasta) and says everything will be ok
>pours his special sauce all over my pasta
>going to give me a forkful
>accidentally drops everything
As the pasta hit the ground I woke up my heart was beating.

Made some pasta later and was really delicious.

I remember my mother telling me about a nightmare she had, ill share it here.

So irl my mother does emergency management. In her nightmare, her and a team of other emergency people were at a coastal shack on top of the cliff. It was around noon iirc. Anyway, it was cloudy weather. So she stood in front of the door to this little cabin when shit began to go down. The sky turned dark orange and it began to get very windy. Her and her team began being pulled towards the cliff edge by an unknown force. If there was a struggle, the force would just pull harder. The sky looked like it had a static effect on it as well.

Thats all i remember from what she told me. I hope i did well writing it.

I hope this is a suitable thread, I need someone to try and interpret a weird dream I had a while ago.

>Driving my car
>Actually, I sold the car a year ago irl
>Highway, sunny weather, midday
>Get pulled over by the cops
>Officer issues me a ticket for not fixing my broken rear headlight even after he issued a warning
>Fine
>Get back to my car
>Some black guy is at the driver seat
>Wants to steal my car
>Jump into the rear seats
>He starts driving
>Cops try to catch us but we're too fast
>Smack the nigger's head
>He looses control and the car flies into a pond
>Car drowns
>Swim out, nigger is gone
>I'm in a small but deep pond
>About 5 or 6 dead geese are just floating in the pond
>Walk out
>Random people stopping by to check if I'm ok
>It's all good except my car is gone
>Me and some strangers who happened to be there enter a random house next to the pond
>Have a party inside to celebrate that my car has sunk

I had this dream,

I woke up as i normally would, go to my computer and check the news.

All the head lines were: yes Daniel, it is your brain!
I thought wth, called my GF and she picked up the phone and said the exact same thing, i hung up the phone instant, called my best friend and he said the same.

I thought 'shit, this is weird' so i went over to my dads house. I came into the living room where he sat on the couch and watched tv, his dog just sat in the corner and watched me all the time (with a happy face and the tail going) and then my dad turned to me and said 'yes daniel, this is your brain!'

Then i woke up. It was the worst dream i've ever had.

>>19260935
In middle school, I had a creepy dream. I was in seventh grade. School was over and I got on the bus to go home. When I got on the bus I saw a friend of mine. The friend moved away after sixth grade but he seemed to be in the right place in the dream. So i talked to him on what seemed like an extremely long bus ride. I finally got to my stop at when it was late at night and started to walk home. Well I finally got to my home and something seemed off. The end of my street just seemed to have something wrong on it and I could see a figure in my house. I didn't recognize the figure in my window. All of a sudden, I heard my dad call my name to come in. It just felt so wrong and so I started to run back down my street. As I looked up and at the sky. There were no stars on a cloudless night and the moon started to turn red. The dream ended there.

okay, this happened a few nights ago and some of it is fuzzy but it was by and large the scariest nightmare i've ha so far. i woke up sobbing; i normally love my nightmares and enjoy having them but this one really shook me and i reacted viscerally when it was over.
To make it less ramble-y here's the context i remember; i was helping this little blue ghost girl accomplish something important to save ppl in this silent hill hell house type place. atmosphere was very still and very hostile.

The ghost girl and i were making our way down a hall when all of a sudden without warning a woman who looked like a messier, sharper, more rotten version of bathtub woman from the shining came out from the dark and grabbed the girl. the old woman immediately materializes a very large knife and violently stabs the girl in the throat. there was no "here's whats gonna happen if you want her safe" or "here's my evil plan" just instant disposal of this ghost child. The girl begins to gurgle and wheeze, making horrific gasping/whistling noise thru the hole in her throat and the woman stabs her again and again. her little blue body drops to the floor and the woman pursues me.

some very disturbing visuals here, like hallways made of bones and blood and the woman appearing randomly to terrorize me. she starts to taunt me in my own head.
/cont

>>19270576
I see me, i'm looking at myself in this round room, which turns out to be her right eye. I'm in her eye watching what she's watching, and she's watching me from up high. she suddenly looks in a mirror and i fall back. her ghastly smiling face and intense blue glowing eyes startle me into a free fall.

Now i'm in a bathtub, i'm waking up and i look around this old fashion tub, it's lined with blemished & bleeding flesh. i turn around to see the faucet is just a set of flat faces with dark beady eyes and open mouths. i hear the woman's laughter i'm slowly pushed into the tub, i'm melding with the tub. i'm in full panic mode as i'm absorbed into this thing, unable to stop it. when i'm completely gone, we all open our mouths and blood flows freely filling the tub.

Then in a visual sequence i can only describe as paint-on glass animation i'm drained out of this tub, swirling for whats seems like hours, screaming and laughter and blood and pus and flesh colours smearing all over the place, spiraling into white nothingness.
Then wake up.

>>19260935
I once got trapped in a haunted bakery and bats ate out my asshole. That was pretty scary.

>>19270581
That is some david lynch level shit.

>>19262240
hahahahaha

>>19270766
yeah the bathtub thing stuck with me, my mind keeps wandering to that point.

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I've got a handful from a dream journal, all a little shifty since I don't write well the second I wake up without my contacts in. But here goes my most cohesive one

>In my house, things feel kinda weird. All the windows have curtains, even the glass doors are covered.
>Feels like I'm falling or spinning, nobody is around the house
>Mum calls me outside, house has been moved out of the swamp we're in to a suburb with lots of grass and no fences
>Forget why I was called out, but I notice the sky darkening
>It goes to night, a moment later its getting bright
>Back to day
>Spinning feeling is worse
>Ask the people around, lots outside
>Nobody is concerned with the sky, I'm panicking
>Day/night goes by faster and faster, stars become streaks and the clouds start to dissolve
>Notice the sun is getting bigger
>Nobody is bothered but I'm screaming now
>Loud explosion sound in the dream wakes me up, still feel like I'm falling/spinning

Planetary destruction terrifies me. It really does, I feel kinda sick remembering this.

>>19270581
Someone wanted to fuck with you, could've just been your brain or it could've been a demon.

>Be me
>17 (Give or take, cant really remember)
>Have a dream where Im on a boat in the middle of the ocean
>In the distance, can see a iceberg in the distance stretching for miles, guess antartica
>Piece of ice falls and sends a wave to capsize the boat
>Stranded in the ocean at night, freezing water, boat has sunk
>Nothing around for miles, just black water and moonlight
>Try swimming, making no progress
>Hear a low roar, almost like a elongated note
>Look down into the blackness
>See several tentacles crawl up from the darkened abyss
>Wake up
>Cold sweats
>Mfw I dont sleep for a couple nights because Cthulhu is real and just jacked my dreams

>>19265782
Any with monsters?

>Walking on a park
>late night
>stranger comes and give me a small piece of paper
>everything goes black
>an eye pops out of a tree
>blood all over the leaf
>stranger head rolls out of his body
>face gets deformed leaving only a skull
>a shadow approaces
>start running
>decapitated heads falling from trees
>legs feels heavy
>still manage to move
>shadow keeps following
>almost reached the exit
>a grottesque clown is dancing near the exit
>stabs himself and laught
>i'm out
>meet my friend
>tell him about my story
>my friend disappear after i finished my story
>i'm alone again
>hear a strong noise from the street
>looking from a distance
>many people walking on four legs
>they are lined up
>not talking, just moving in a specific direction
>feel like i don't wanna mess with them
>walk away since noone noticed me
>a small lamp is on
>a beautifull lady is seated in the small lightspot
>she looks bright, even in that situation i feelt calm
>she notices i was looking at her
>she ask me if i remember about her
>i don't but, i feel like i knew her for long time
>she points at the small piece of paper i had in my hand
>i start opening the small piece of paper
>Everything goes blanc
>i wake up
Still wondering about that piece of paper and that lady

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Had a dream that I was in a white room that seemed to have infinite space but there was a floor. I first felt nothing of it but then I was transported to another point of this room that had humanoid looking people. They looked scary as shit. The thing is they were just walking around normally conversing in a strange language (forgot how it sounded) with other humanoid aliens. I woke up but got a feeling of alienated helplessness. One of my scariest dreams.

>>19272047
Forgot to mention pic related is a face that they would kinda look like.

Weird one I had.

It started with a top down view of a boy dying in a puddle on a grey concrete ground, I see the life wisp from his eyes, another boy approaches him and crouches next to his body. Suddenly the dead boy jolts awake, grabs the crouching boy and says "there were so many nests; thousands". He instantly falls back down, lifeless. I look down and I can see my hands, I drop to my knees and start relentlessly praying to God, revoking my sins and begging for forgiveness.

>>19271989

Yeah, a lot of those too, not many recently though, in the second one I mentioned, on that "mission" I face a shitton of them, get to fight a group of like 30 giants and elves

Also;

>dream about killing some paranormal cult. the way the leader looked at me was so messed up I remember that face today

>countless dreams about the end of the world, with deformed people, zombies, or some fucked up crazy person

Every nightmare that I have had has had the theme of being chased or attacked without fail, except for one, that happened to be a watcher/black hat man dream. Will post if interested.

>>19272922
Let's hear it boi

>>19272922
Bump

>>19266894
this reminded me of my childhood nightmare.
I had it not every night, but quite often when I was about 3-6 maybe up to 7 years old.
>me sitting on my bed with my mom
>she is sorting or looking through my kid books
>I look towards my door, we have a small flat with only 3 rooms
>a shadow comes closer and closer to the door
>while I shout at my mom to look
>she doesn't do anything and keeps on reading the damn books
>I shake her, scream at her "LOOK LOOK" - nothing...she keeps on going through those damn books
> it comes closer
>i scream louder
>WAKE UP - never, ever get to see what is coming there, yet I always knew its something bad, something that will threat my life and wants to kill me

It reminded me, because my family member in this dream also doesn't give attention to the "strange things" or creepy stuff happening in the dream.

I feel this is a symbol for fearing that noone ever will believe in what you belive - paranormal things. They'll laugh at it and quickly you start telling noone about anything anymore, and keep your thoughts and experiences to yourself.

>>19267271
where did you catch up those informations? I mean...how do you know? This sounds so weird, it just might be true...please dont say u a "Demiurge" or some shit...be some serious guy...just for once...please...i want...no I NEED to belive....this would confirm anything i ever thought

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>>19260935
The dream isn't a nightmare but it's more about the effect it had on me when I woke up. I had a dream that me and my wife were in heaven. We were having just the actual best time, I could see god way up above us but I couldn't make out his features. I felt about as happy and relaxed as I ever had. Then I woke up in my apartment and my mind immediately started thinking about suicide which ive never thought about before and I don't have any history of trouble with. And it took me more than a moment to shake those thoughts and it fucked me up for the whole day.

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>>19272922
Be me, in middle school, have dream
>Get back from school trip at night
>By where the bus parked there is a grassy area enclosed by a fence
>Some kid takes my hat and throws it over the fence
>thanksasshole.jpg
>go inside fence to grab it
>other kid starts yelling at me to run at fence gate
>okayfam.whytho
>as soon as I run by he slams the door shut
>look inside fence
>see pic related standing right behind where I ran to pick up hat
>heart-dropping fear hits me and I wake up in a cold sweat

>>19273513
All of my other dreams, which not necessarily spooky in theory, are terrifying because of the feeling of being attacked/pursued. For instance, a mouse jumped up on me and starting biting me in a nightmare, but the feeling was enough to scare me awake.

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>>19261010

>>19260935
I keep getting beat the fuck up in my dreams.

>>19260935
Wet dream where I got raped by my sister except she had the face of my dog. Genuinely unsettling.

>be me
>12 with the 'rents
>swimming in a beach in sharm el sheikh
>more a memory than a dream
>snorkelling and just generally fucking around in the water
>suddenly I see a huge black spot in the water
>realize I'm at a huge drop off
>look underwater with snorkel
>ADVANCEDDARKNESS.png
>get the urge to swim over the drop off
>as I do I start falling down in the water as if I stepped off a cliff
>falling in to the perpetual blackness that is the deep see
>terrified
>eventually I see a light below me
>looks like another ocean wtf
>fall through the layer of water
>can breathe down here
>area is full of the ugliest looking sea monsters and giant fucking lizard looking things walking around
>see glowing coral everywhere
>fucking skyscrapers in the distance
>wut
>just before I start moving off the coral reef I'm standing on turns out its attached to a giant kraken like squid
>feel its tentacle embrace me as I wake up in a hot sweat
Fuck the ocean

>>19274296
>no kraken sexytime

30 more seconds and you would've been in heaven.

>>19271819
i think it's linked to my anxiety and feeling of helplessness in my real life.
or a demon.

People keep hurting me in my dreams. They stab me with knives and they think it is fucking funny. I hate my dreams so much. Every time I try to have sex with a beautiful girl, somehow I get cock blocked and I wake up instantly. I never got to cum inside a girl. Not in real life. Not in my dreams. I'm a fucking loser and a dream loser too.

>>19260935

I saw a stargate in an abandoned warehouse in either philly or pittsburgh (I don't remember which).

I wasn't supposed to be there, I followed someone else who was being led by some sort of witch lady.

When she saw me, she ran and I followed her deeper into the sublevels (this was where I saw one of the gates, the whole room was lit with colored light).

When I finally caught up to her, she told me I wasn't supposed to be here, the walls turned into skulls, thousands and thousands of them (like a wave collapsing) and I woke up.

Dreaming for me, is like living a second life. Everything feels like it's taking place in real, earth time. I love, and hate it. I love it, because Im able to do things, experience places, and live out fantasies. I hate it, because it leaves me exhausted and unable to enjoy the real world.

What does it mean when you keep dreaming that you killed someone? It's a different person and different circumstances every time. Sometimes someone's chasing me and I kill them in self-defense. Other times I've murdered someone and the whole dream takes place after the fact, when the police are investigating and I'm trying to get rid of evidence. Recently I dreamed I accidentally killed someone by leaving a candle burning.

I'm certain the killing-in-self-defense dreams are about me defeating negative parts of myself. As for the murder/accidental death dreams, I'm pretty sure they're some kind of guilt dream, but I'm not sure what the people in those dreams represent. In any case, the dreams are unsettling enough that I end up not going back to sleep afterwards. I have them at irregular intervals, maybe every couple months on average.

>>19261735
I wanna hear, anon.

>>19262222
I get this a lot. Most times, I'll get dejá vu about a place or something that's happened. I once had a dream where I found the place I always dream about and I knew where everything was because Icve dreamt about it so much.

I no longer have unrealistic and fantasy-based nightmares as I get older. Many of them are very realistic in nature where the danger is something I'd likely face in real life such as getting murdered, losing a loved one, etc. However, my nightmares as a child were horrendous and bizarre beyond reason.I have a theory that the immature mind has no laws and dogmas to bring order like science and knowledge of what is fact and fiction. It's just unadulterated fear manifesting as creatures and scenarios never conceived before, therefore, it allows limitless ways for your horror to be expressed.

(cont.)

Had a dream I was in hell, there was red sand everywhere. I was standing in a long line leading to a small crater in the ground. When you got to the crater one person or whatever restained you while another drilled a hole in your skull with a power drill. Weird shit.

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>>19276027
(cont.)

I had a dream about a month ago, where I saw some creatures and an overall aesthetic that I never would have thought of alone if I tried. I've also never seen creatures like these in any movies or games (save for pic related, which vaguely looks like the breeder, which I will mention later on and go into detail about the differences).

So basically, the dream starts off with me coming home from campus to find my aunt's dog playing with my dog in the backyard. I was tasked with delivering the dog to my aunt's house, because apparently we were just watching over her for them while they were away. I get back in my car with the dog and begin driving across town, where I begin hearing vague foreshadowing news broadcasts, before things go downhill. They consisted of allusions to illness, contagion, panic, etc. I thought nothing of them yet, until I walked into my aunt's house to find their television on with no one home. The news explained that there was mass panic in my town, and there were violent riots and psychotic people running around in the wake of a strange inky black fog that was looming over the horizon. For me, this was the worst thing that could happen. I care more for my family than I do myself, and not knowing what became of them in my absence began to make me feel uneasy. I searched the house and found my younger cousins, who claimed their parents stepped out but never returned. I took them with me into the car and began driving home to reach my siblings and try to figure out how to coordinate with my parents and plan to meet up somewhere. As I drove, the violence worsened between people. They were no longer coherent and were extremely paranoid. As I get closer to home, it begins to get darker, almost as if night time is falling even though it was the middle of the day only minutes ago. This was not because of time, but rather, the black fog was choking out the sun. Before long, it was just my car lights, and a few working lamp posts.

>>19276071
(cont.)

Upon getting home, I see it empty save for my little sister. Apparently my brother was with my parents while this was all happening. They never came back and it was pitch black outside. You couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of you and light could not travel far. The television was grainy and service was terrible. From what little the broadcast told us, they said to close our blinds, not to go outside, and to not open doors to any outsiders or investigate noises. They also claimed that whatever was causing mass violence in the populace was potentially airborne and dramatically affected the mental health of adults, causing them to become paranoid and psychotic, eventually going into a frenzy and if not dying due to harming themselves or one another, would simply cease to function after a long time of exposure and remain in a vegetative state. So we did exactly as we were told. My younger cousins and my little sister were absolutely terrified, crying at the news and knowing that the chances of our parents and my brother coming back alive were slim. I had to calm them down so that they didn't make too much, as after a certain amount of time passed, strange noises were heard outside and we did not want to attract whatever was making them. It sounded like wheezing and frantic whispering just out of earshot. Occasionally taps, footsteps, and what not would be heard on the roof and on the walls of the house. One time on the window which caused me to lock us up in my parent's restroom/closet, which is one of the safest rooms (in terms of storms) in the house and happened to be where they also hid the guns. Once the noises died down, we left the closet, this time armed and I went to check the television for any more updates. Next thing I know, I wake up on the couch to the unsettling sound we all know and love, coming from the emergency alert system. The text displayed on the screen was providing an update on the emergency. It was now worldwide.

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I had a dream a while ago. I'm not sure how long. From what I can remember, I was at a wedding reception. It was very colorful, like when you see Indian weddings on tv. I was sitting with some friends, enjoying some food, like couscous or some shit, when all of a sudden PIC RELATED was placed on my left arm. Except in the dream, it was bigger/longer, blacker, had more legs like a giant-ass centipede, and had a stinger like a scorpion. It looked fucking deadly and seemed to react aggressively towards me as soon as it was placed on my arm.

Why was it placed on my arm? I guess the backstory of the dream is that this was the "entertainment" for the wedding. Like they had hired one of those animal people that bring a bunch of exotic animals for people to see. And for some reason the prick just thought it would be a good idea to place his "pet" on my arm without warning.

So, naturally, I freaked the fuck out. I knocked the thing off my arm, which only made it more aggressive. It started chasing me around as I fled from the room, into darkened rooms with bright white windows for light. It would charge out of the darkness of shadow and I would dance and dodge around it as it kept chasing me. Although I was afraid of the thing, I really more felt outrage. Outrage at being put in this situation by the man.

Eventually, I caught the thing in a door. Like, I ran into aroom and waited for it to charge in after me, then slammed the door on it. After a few knocks from the door, I had separated it's scorpion sting from its body. At first I felt triumphant, like I had bested the thing, but then I felt regret. I thought of the man, how this was his pet, how it didn't deserve this treatment for his mistake and my reaction.

I looked at it, wounded. And all of a sudden it looked kinda cute. It was like I could see the hideous creature through his eyes rather than my own. What was frightening to me, was, perhaps, a cuddly pet to him.

And then I woke up. Interpret as you will.

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>>19272047
Looks kinda familiar...

>>19276145
(cont.)

The update included descriptions of a new threat or symptom. Children were now becoming extremely sensitive to the disease, and were reported to be killing their parents and any other adults and/or attempting to run off into the fog. They described it almost as if the children were being lured or persuaded to commit these actions. The symptoms involved children becoming reserved or reclusive in nature. The children would begin to have trouble falling asleep, bags would form under their eyes, they would become pale, they would begin to whisper or talk to something that obviously wasn't there, they'd claim to see other kids or swear that their names are being called, and eventually all enthusiasm would be drained from them. Sadness, happiness, fear, all of it would just vanish. Suddenly, the fog and the things lurking beneath were appealing to them or a subject of great curiosity rather than fear. Then, as quickly as the symptoms came, they'd vanish and the children would be eerily happy, speaking in a sing-song tone and would act as if it never happened. This is the climax of the condition, as next they would try to sow problems and fear within the group of survivors they are with. Eventually if they don't get them killed by whatever is outside or get them to kill each other, they kill them when they're most vulnerable and escape into the fog. The sound came back up again, the update claimed that there were hostile creatures of unknown origin outside and that one of them is responsible for corrupting the children. The screen then flashed a vague image of one enshrouded by the fog. It stood to be seven feet tall, was very lanky, and had multiple limbs, like a spider. Apparently it would whisper and call out to the children and attempt to collect them, but not before making them commit these actions. What these breed of creatures want with these children were unknown at the time. I just panicked and began frantically searching for the kids.

I once had a dream where I was fucking a girl from behind.

>her oiled legs were illuminated by what appeared to be candlelight.

>she had a dragon tattoo on her leg

>as I ran my hands up her thighs to grab her upper body...my hands slid inward at her hips

>I was holding her organs...she was severed in half

>Before i could react pieces from the rest of her body fell from above and rained over back in a shower of flesh and blood

>I was horrified at the realization that I must have murdered her with no memory of having done so

>The dream then skipped to me trying to find a place to hide her remains as I contemplated suicide for the horrific act I had committed.

>After I tossed the plastic bag of her body parts off the side of a road the dream ended.

I woke up in a cold sweat afraid to go back to sleep...contemplating my sanity.

>>19276219
This nightmare occured when I was very young before I had even kissed a girl.

>>19276189
(cont.)

I couldn't find them anywhere, and considered going outside when I saw a light at the front of the garage. The door opened and I was just about ready to unload a full clip on whatever stepped into my sights. I relaxed when I realized it was my other cousin, who was the eldest of my younger cousins. We'll call him Rick for now, and the two girls Sara and Allie. Rick apparently hauled ass over to his house and discovered it was completely empty once the fog had completely taken over. After that, navigating the roads became dangerous and he claimed that things had only gotten worse since the initial outbreak. He then thought to check here to see if any of us were hunkering down here. He was right, and apparently my sister Allie and my cousin Sara were in the car. However, his younger brother, who was with me, Sara, and Allie, had vanished. Apparently this happened when I fell asleep. Sara claimed that he kept hearing my dog whining and wanted to let him in. He never came back after he stepped out to find my dog. Come to think of it, I couldn't hear my dog either. I told my cousin to stay put and watch over the girls while I investigated the backyard. I gave him the handgun and took the shotgun with me. As I stepped outside, I immediately took notice to the fact that my dog did not come running toward me as he usually would. It was dead silent. Because the darkness was so thick, the flashlight's reach was limited and I had to walk slowly. Eventually, I stumbled upon what was left of my dog. A corroded, mushy mess that was covered in some sort of black ooze. His eyeball was exposed along with half of his face down to the bone. His intestines were pulled out and half-eaten. His ribs were sticking out and his chest were being melted away by the black substance, as if it were acidic. If this is what had become of my dog, I didn't want to see what became of my younger cousin, but I pushed on and did not find him at all, which was in some sense a relief.

So I was some type of hero/admin with this big red weapon that looks like a big rebar. I remember calling it the Banhammer.
I was in this big pink/dark cyan hall with ramps that lead to a small platform on the right and left side. That platform had two other ramps that merged into one big ramp in the middle.
Also, my sidekick was Mario.
There was this pink-cyan man/woman.
It started to attack me.
I think I just suddenly left when it started to attack me.
I tried to go back to the hall a second time, but when I got there, I saw this kid with everything but his head covered in a blanket, and he was screaming in agony. That man/woman was beside him. That kid started screaming that he did not want to live anymore. It look like he was impaled by some sort of big rebar. I asked the man/woman: "What have you done?!". It just smiled. But then I woke up because someone turned the TV volume too high.

>>19276230
(cont.)

It meant that he was potentially still alive, but the chances of that were slim, and a part of me obviously knew we'd probably never see him again. Rick, who would always bully him, was immediately overwhelmed with grief. We waited around for him a little while longer before eventually deciding that it was time to move on. We had to leave the house and find any other survivors, or at least someone who knew what the hell was going on. As we drove around town, we considered locating some police station or trying to figure out if the military was stationed anywhere. As we went to more densely populated areas, we began to see this strange black webbing on the floors, that pulsated and oozed unknown substances. It was almost like veins taking root into the concrete, earth, and the walls of the buildings and the surfaces of objects that were not moving. We also found several corpses that were also being dissolved by the black substances and were unnaturally being melded onto objects and surfaces. For example, we'd find the torso of a corpse infused onto the wall of a building. Some were severely bloated and some kind of strange fungi were beginning to grow on their faces, necks, and bellies. Some were so extreme to the point that their face was like one big tumor or concentration of hives or fungi, and no facial features could be discerned. The deeper we went into the city, the more these sights became repetitive, and some kind of black snow would begin to fall. The abandoned cars and all the mess was beginning to pile up and we began to fear that we'd have to start walking. Deeper in, we'd find strange sacs made out of the strange fungal material and a concentration of what almost looked like eggs, with some red mixed into the black ooze. We later found out it was human flesh fully corroded. At this point, we could hear the whispering again and some other foul noises in the distance, which we tried to avoid.

>>19276269
(cont.)

This is when the world began to take on a new aesthetic. It's hard to find the words to describe it, but it's as if everything began getting organic rather than soil, concrete, etc. The buildings that were left began to take on this weird old antique-like feel and appearance. By now, we encountered one of the creatures. This one was basically any adult that survived the initial infection and evolved rather than falling into a vegetative state. These weren't anything special. They just became extremely pale, lost much of their body mass, became lanky and unrealistically elongated, and began to move in unreal and unsettling ways. Their head also tended to twitch a little. The reason we ran into it was because it was mimicking the sound of a human voice. We investigated and it turned out that we weren't the only ones that did. Another survivor was closer to the source of the sound than we were. Then, we saw a its thin lanky arm reach out from an alleyway and just pick him up. Another unrealistically long arm reach out and tore him into half like he was nothing, then began slamming his two severed parts across the floor, walls, and eventually just tosses it into a puddle of the black substance. The upper torso however, he kept and walked out into view. I think what was most disturbing was the fact that he was so tall and so thin, that he looked really fucking weak but he still exhibited some kind of super strength. He looked at us, smiled, and his jaw dropped ridiculously low. His mouth was now wide enough to fit the dude's head inside, who was still alive and screaming. The thing chomped down and it was almost like he was chewing a grape. I can still remember the sound of his skull crunching and the brain squishing with each chew he made. He then threw the torso aside and began to walk towards us. My cousin aimed for the head and the bullet hit. However, it was almost as if the bullet hit concrete. It did some damage, but it didn't go deep.

>>19276303
(Cont.)

So after he shot the gun, we both practically shat bricks and shouted "Fuck that" and got in the car, then sped right into him, tripping him and snapping his legs by the sound of it. However, this did not mean he gave up on us. We thought we left him to die back there but when I looked in the rear-view mirror, the dude was on its stomach, crawling toward us at insane speeds. I began speeding, which was a dumb move considering the fact that there were all these abandoned cars and debris in the road. At some point there was nowhere left to run and I was left with a choice to jump a ramp and crash into another building on the other side of a canal that we were getting close to. I took it, as I didn't want to end up a meal for that thing and if we died in the crash, it would've been a mercy killing. We made the jump and crashed into the thin wooden walls of the building, which seemed to be some kind of fake barn that was on display on the grounds of some museum that isn't really here in the waking world. We step out of the car disoriented, and become horrified with what we see. Plastered across the walls, roof, and floors are children of various ages, dissolving into each other and sticking onto the surfaces they were on. Across the ceilings, human skin was hanging like decorations, and a pile of meat from those skinned was set aside in the room, like whatever was responsible was collecting meat. It didn't take us long to realize that the children were forming these sacs, and they were likely being used to reproduce. This was discovered when we heard some kind of ghostly howl. It was like a dry raspy whisper was trying to yell. We immediately took cover and saw a row of kids walk in. They looked happy and excited, and sat in a circle. Behind them, came the Breeder (the one from the picture I posted). I had called it something else, but I don't remember what I had said, as the other half of the dream is vague and forgotten.

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>>19273390
Fuck sorry anon i had to travel so i never saw your post i am really, really sorry for making you wait for so long.
So you see, i live in a pretty fucking small city and then there's my mother.
Since she was 20 ish she was interested in the occult, so she studied and gathered information over the years from a lot of different sources(mainly books) from wiccan, christian, gnostic, satanistic, you call it..
So naturally thanks to all of this since i was young i too got really interested in this kind of thing, so much in fact that i too started to research and write about this, the thing is i do not believe in just one thing, i just gather information from a lot of sources (like books, websites, people that talk about their experiences..) then i analyze the info and attempt to make tests if its possible and i take notes on what i found.
I take my research quite seriously.

>>19274382
It's pretty distinct when it is a demon fucking with you. The kind of shit you couldn't forget if you tried.

>>19276354
(cont.)

I had described the creature to my brother, and he told me it sounds like it looks like the spider mutant from the forest, which is the picture I provided. I'd say there is a similarity, but this was before I even knew about it. That, and the breeder was far taller, had no reproductive organs, was pale, lanky, and had no facial features save for a slit that would show a row of sharp yellow teeth with the black liquid sometimes staining them. The other part of its face was some fucked up fungal concentration and made all these weird shapes and forms. It also had two long arms with humanoid hands with long black nails. Its legs were also not human like. It was almost like a bunch of fungal matter twisted downward to the foot, and at the end was just a sharp point capable of impaling someone if the thing stepped on them. The creature motioned for one of the children to stand up, and the child did so excitedly. He approached the tall being without fear, almost as if he were looking at santa clause or some other thing that would just have the child completely enamored. With its two arms, it picked the child up and a tendril with an opening at its sharp end began to emerge from the creatures mouth. It was pulsating and it was veiny.

>inb4 penis jokes

Well, whatever it was, it violently thrusted into the child's mouth, emitting the sound of some kind of flesh being punctured in the back of the child's throat. The kid began choking and gurgling, as some visibly black liquid began to enter his vains, and soon his stomach as eventually the creature retracted the tendril and the kid began to choke out the excess. The other children watched with no reaction or fear reaching their faces. The kid was no longer smiling and went pale, but did not scream or resist. The creature then directed him to a corner that was free of these sacs, and did the same to the other children. I realized then that the children would sit tightly with each other until they melted.

>>19276394
(Cont.)

With the first two or three children, some sick curiosity kept me from shooting the creature. As if I wanted to see what it was capable of, but Rick snapped me out of it and I decided enough was enough. It was in vain however, as when I surprised the creature with a shot to the head with my shotgun up close, it fell forward and died. So did the remaining children. The children that were under its influence died when it did, and the children that were recently injected with the eggs slumped over lifelessly too. By this time, everyone was absolutely traumatized. It is because of all of this, that I thought it was completely normal that my sister and Sara were getting pale, quiet, and sickly. We entered the museum and began barricading the entrances. We could tell it was late at night, as we were all sleepy and tired. After making sure the place was safe enough, we went to look for some place to sleep together so that none of us would go missing. That was when we stumbled upon Rick's mother, who was incapacitated due to a wound she had received. She did not seem paranoid or psychotic, but she was certainly out of it. Watching her slowly losing her mind, Rick began to weep, while I had to remain strong for everyone. We would take shifts, and I would start. Nothing of interest happened during my shift, except for the fact that one of the televisions turned on by itself and due to its low volume, faintly played the emergency alarm system again. This update was describing complete surrender. The survivors making these updates lost contact with the military and with other surviving outlets. The government is unresponsive. The remaining text was just a prayer and a farewell. "Gather your loved ones and rest now". Something along that context. I ended up falling asleep, and when Rick woke up for his shift, I felt him shaking me violently. Tears were in his eyes and blood was on his hands. I got up and found that my shotgun was missing.

>>19276438
(cont.)

I eventually found out what was causing his pain, and found my aunt laying down with an empty stare across the room and her throat slit. Someone had killed her while Rick wasn't looking. I told him that my shotgun was missing, and then we realized that our siblings were gone. It was then that it clicked in my head that they were displaying symptoms of being controlled by the breeder. Although I already knew this was coming, part of me wanted to believe that this was just a coincidence, that they were in the bathroom or something. Eventually I find my sister and cousin together in one of the halls. There's no blood on them, so that rules them out as the killers and I was relieved. However, they looked scared, something that the symptoms wouldn't allow, so I let my guard down. I approached my sister to hug her and ask her where she had been and if she had seen who had killed our aunt. As my arms wrapped around her, I felt a sting (very rarely I can feel pain in my dreams) on my thigh and something warm rushing down. I looked in shock as a knife was plunged into it by my sister. I fell back and my cousin ran in with his handgun. The girls immediately ran to hide in the museum and I could feel myself getting dizzy. I took the knife out and knew what had to be done. They were somewhere in the museum, crazed and possibly with the missing shotgun. I took the handgun from my cousin and walked the halls quietly and carefully with him at my side. Just as I was about to cross a hall, a shot rang out and I backed up, barely missing me. I didn't hear the shotgun get cocked, and risked it. I peeked with gun in hand and took a shot. It hit her right in the center of her chest and she fell down. I ran over and kicked the shotgun away from my little sister, who was about to grab it. She looked up at me, and her demeanor suddenly changed. She told me something along the lines of "I'm sorry Brother. She made me do it. I love you."

>>19276470
(Cont.)

I went numb as I raised the gun and looked her in the eye. I knew what fate would await her if I let her kill us or let her leave into the fog, and at the time it seemed like an act of mercy. I told her that I loved her too, and shot her. Rick began bawling his eyes out and was in no condition to do anything right anymore. We were the only surviving members of the family as far as we knew. I was emotionally and mentally numbed, and was injured so I couldn't move too much. We both just sat there quietly, not knowing what to do. We were somehow not facing any symptoms, not going insane or anything, why would it matter if the world had died with everyone we knew? I was contemplating suicide, and I'm sure my cousin was too. However, our survival instincts kicked in when one of the doors were busted. Adults rushed in and began trying to kill us. Not sure how I knew this, but apparently they were infected and lasted longer than everyone else. They were paranoid, and thought that cannibalism was the cure, and we were on the menu. We used our guns on them but even more came. It was then that we took to using the weapons in the museum. My cousin used a mace, and I used a Zweihander (god knows how I did it with a fucked up leg). The rest is blurry and vague.

This was certainly one of the more fucked up and longer dreams I've had, and I probably did a shit job at describing the way the world looked the longer the dream went on, but it was different than the shit I've usually seen. Enough to make it somewhat memorable over time.

i had a nightmare where it was a monster it was in 2d and it looked sorta like the babadook monster only difference was it was orange and maybe on fire also was moving like a pinwheel

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>>19276484
You're telling me you dreamed all of this?

>>19276518
Its very possible. I've had pretty long vivid dreams.

>>19276518

Yeah, it's not the longest dream I've had either. I personally think it's the result of having tried a dream journal. I wanted to learn how to lucid dream, but all I ever really got out of it was longer and more vivid dreams, which isn't really a bad thing until I dream up something like this.

>>19276518
>>19276530
Yeah a dream journal makes remembering dreams a lot easier. I've always wanted to keep one but neglect too.

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>>19276526
>>19276530
>>19276574
Neat

>>19260935
Some years ago I was into lucid dreaming, I wanted to have some sweet dreams where I could do stuff I'd never be able to do in reality, and since I was a teenager my ideal dream was a wet dream. I had some lucid dreams where all I could do was make something appear (I tried with food first), and then shortly after I'd wake up, like my brain couldn't handle me being aware in a dream, so every time I went lucid, the dream would end in like a minute or so, but I kept trying.

Then this happened:
>Dreaming I'm somewhere outside in the streets, apparently nighttime, there's a friend of mine with me (not close friends)
>We're walking, she smiles and says she's ready for school
>No idea why, but I totally know this is a dream, and start thinking what to do
>I grab her boobs, they feel super nice
>She stops and looks at me, but doesn't say a word
>I feel kinda embarassed, but brush it off, it's a dream, I know it, no worries
>We get to school, we go to our class and there's like 6 of us in total, all of them are friends and our favorite teacher is there (psychology teacher)
>Seems like Sun is coming out, time makes sense now
>They're talking about what class is going to be, although they're all standing up in front of the whiteboard rather than sitting on their chairs
(cont.)

>>19276872
(cont.)
>I'm all like "fuck school, I can do whatever I want, motherfuckers!"
>Grab the girl's boobs again
>Laugh like a maniac, they look confused, teacher thinks I'm going crazy
>Think of walking through the walls, like noclip in an FPS, so I walk straight to the whiteboard
>Fucking hit it with my forehead and lose my balance
>Try pushing it with my hands, it's no use
>What. The. FUCK.
>Maybe it's too advanced for my imagination? but something's off
>I don't feel the usual fogginess of being in a dream, this is super high awareness, all my senses are perfectly active, I can feel the heat of the sun, hear the wind outside from the cars passing, see every strand of hair on their heads
>They're all still staring at me
>Everything feels real now, I'm not fucking sleeping
>"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I say to myself
>I'm just standing there in the classroom with my eyes closed, of course nothing's gonna happen, you can't wake up from reality
>Panic
>No, no fucking way! This is a dream, it must be! Wake up, wake up!
>I'm getting pale, cold sweat, they're staring at me, I'm so embarassed, I'm so scared
>Time passes, I'm trembling in fear, it's still going, they're all awkward, still in silence
>You can't dream 5 continuous minutes of silence and normalcy
>I'm trapped in a dream, and I can't wake up, this has become reality
>Hyperventilate, tears welling up in my eyes
And then I woke up

Okay this is a dream I think about every day, almost all of the time, even though it happened 7 years ago. It haunts me.

>be me
>14
>fall asleep
>wake up in my room
>walk to my parents room
>noone there
>they must still be awake,
>walk to the living room
>noone there.
>realize there is a big black void
>about 1/2m wide, probably 0.8m tall
>hear music start to play
>think, 'i know this sound!' vividly and confidently
To this day, I have spent hours upon hours trying to recall the music I heard.
>feel like i am falling forever
>see grid of dots
>these dots form a line
>dots are red, if i recall, slightly blurry, pitch black background
>zone out of my dream for a few seconds
>lay in my bed, unable to move.
>i am completely stuck with fear, for no reason.
>unable to move, i didn't know at the time but i think it was sleep paralysis.
>feels like hours sitting there looking up
>see colors from my hallway, pretty much all colors, flashing and changing
>go back into my dream
>more red lines form, dots fly everywhere
>dots just flying everywhere. for some reason it feels like a war.
>dots collide, some disappear
>this goes on for what seems like literally months, probably over years
The reason I think about this dream so much is because I feel like it took so long, and it felt like was a big portion of my life (i feel like this dream took more time than primary school. It feels like most of my life was this dream.
>wake up, a LOT of blood running from my nose and a decent amount of vomit.
>my mother says I must've been sick, so I should stay home.
>didn't eat for days, didn't drink for probably 2 days at a time.
>2 weeks later I have fully recovered.
>keep having dreams about the dots, except they feel like about 2 days instead of years. Still vomit after them.
Just need to emphasize that I feel so scared, in complete terror, while the dots collide. Does anyone know any reason or point of these dreams? Please let me know

I'll answer any questions

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>>19261010
Sounds like she was using tinder

>>19276360
no prbolem for letting me wait...crazy world...waiting one day is already "waiting so long" :-D

And how exactly did you get to know about those "falling"? Can you elaborate on that? Can one do that one purpose or is it like a "bug" in the "system"? If I wanted to experience sth. like that, would it be possible (on purpose)?

thanks for your answer!

>>19276947
Forgot to say two things:

1. After the dream I had a lot of bleeding noses, so many that
a. I got my nose cauterized 4 times
b. I used it to my advantage to get out of my chores, I'd think about the dream and I'd have a bleeding nose
c. I got banned from using tissues at school

And 2.
When I got my first smartphone I noticed after a couple weeks there was a random image I never put on it, it was red and looked like a deformed pug/human. It reminded me of the dream.

>>19276876
Even beta in dreams... My lord

>>19276947
had similar experiance with the dots and arrows when i was very young kinda like 5 or 6 it fet like war and i was in high temperature when i awaked

Why are family members in dreams useless and entirely oblivious to the danger they always seem to be in?

>>19260935
Not really a nightmare but it spooked me. I had a dream I had to collect 15 artifacts to summon satan and after I found the first 14 a portal would open in my bathroom mirror to go claim the last one and summon him. Spooked me real good

I had two recurring nightmares as a child, would have one of these dreams at least once a week and would always wake up in sleep paralysis fucking terrified and unable to even cry for my Mom.

In the first, I was alone in my elementary school classroom. Everything was normal enough, I had no cause for alarm... until the room started filling with angry red-orange spiders and scorpions out of nowhere. And when I say filling, imagine a room filling with flood waters, slowly rising-- but it is fucking spiders and scorpions. I would freak out and do anything I could to climb up and away from this ever-growing tide of venomous creeps, but to no avail. I would awaken just as I was finally covered completely over my head in legs, stingers, and fangs.

The second was the one I dreaded more. I would be trapped in a giant maze of crystal mirrors, trying desperately to escape. Adding to my terror, I was being chased at every turn by a witch flinging fire and spells at me and a great black knight. I would do everything I could to escape them, but the dream always ended the same way: I would wake up right as the knight brought his greataxe down on my head.

This isn't really a dream but more of a sleep paralysis story....I had a strange shared experience one night. I was in bed paralysed next to a female friend of mine. A black shadowman figure entered my room and I heard a faint static sound, he had red eyes and stared at me, a mouth formed, he towered over me and started screaming in a very deamonic voice.. 'you know who I am, not in this form, but I know who you are and always have, you may not recognise me but I know you... YOU KNOW WHO I AM' and an air of dread filled the room. ( I get goose pumps just typing this) suddenly I was awoken from my paralysis by my female companion screaming at the top of her lungs, before I could mention anything, asking her what was wrong she told me she was paralysed and there was a black shadowy mass - with red eyes sitting on her chest, staring at me, speaking to me loudly in a language she didn't recognise and a static sound in the room. It terrified me so much I never even mentioned my experience and it moved me from a rational explanation of the mind putting a figure to my experience to the possibility of it actually being 4th dem spirits. I've had one other shared experience later in life with my current fiancée if your interested?? I've yet to find another documented case of such a thing bro. Was fucked up and she has since moved interstate.

>>19277430
I am interested, please tell us more!

>>19277364

>Mfw we all play the role of courage the cowardly dog

>>19278101
I have never seen it. I guess the title says it all.

When I was 8 I had a dream that I was a cowboy in the Wild Western United States. I went around doing typical 8-year-old cowboy things except most places I went there would be a few ostriches in the distance watching me. At some point in the dream, I ended up walking along the bottom of a canyon. A random screaming man sprinted around the corner, followed by 3 pursuing ostriches who pursued him, and upon catching up proceeded to rip him to shreds with razor sharp teeth, of which their mouths were filled. I started to run, but I tripped on a rock. The last thing I saw was an ostrich put its foot on my head. Then I woke up. Since I was 8 and had a nightmare, I got up and headed over to my parents room. On my way there, I looked downstairs and my grandpa was standing in the door to the kitchen, which was strange, because he lives several hours away, but I was tired so I waved hello and continued down the hall. I entered my parents' room in the dark and got in the bed between the two. It was at this moment that I looked over at my mother to realize she had been replaced by an ostrich. My own screaming woke me up. My parents said I walked right up to the foot of their bed at 3 am and just started screaming in terror. How's that 4 sp00ky?

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Some weeks ago I had a very very horrible dream.

Since I was a young boy, my worst nightmare have always been the same: I'm standing on the middle of a basquetball court, surrounded of abandonded departments.
Always I'm afraid of looking inside of the department windows because I know something wrong is in there.

In different versions of my nightmares, something new happens, but I always feel observed by something invisible and horrible.

Always in the same place, alone, full of fear.

Some weeks ago, I was dreming something calm (maybe I was playing videogames with a friend in the night) when suddently someone knocked at my door, I was afraid of openin it, but I went outside, and I was on the same place of my worst nightmares, but this time, I looked inside of a window of those appartments, there was a strange person with a black suit and a white mask standing there, at the dark, I started to run... I open my door to scape, but it was my childhoold room with blood, everything destroyed....

Then I wake up, with SP, with a lot of fear, trying to cry, I was sure that the white mask was inside of my room at the dark.

I want to find the meaning of having this dreams.

Pic related, sorry for my bad english

>>19277430
what would drive people to make up such a story? the "fame" of 200 people reading the post on 4chan? I tend to believe you, but again: I only believe in paranormal stuff, i've wittnessed myself (which are ZERO...even tho I'm hoping - yes I'm asking litteraly for it!)...

damn bro...sounds nice, why u schocked by this? IMagine this was you granny or so and she materialized (obviously ur friend could also see her) to give you a sign "hey anon...theres more bro.."


Cont. with the other incident pls!

>>19262222
I do, all the time. Its actually very strange, because I feel as if I can "will" myself into continuing a dream by focusing on it as Im going to sleep. Sometimes Ill simply repeat the previous dream with a few minor differences, but for the most part I can pick up where last night left off.

>>19278263
seems like u played too much fallout

>>19278382
On the Nintendo 64 era

>>19278397
yes

>>19262222
>>19278378

I do as well, only I don't really will myself, I just pick up where I left off or dream the exact same dream with different results. This isn't often though. I remember one specific dream I had when I was like 6 or 7, only because it was quite enjoyable and memorable. I dreamed exactly where I left off, and it's always a strangely neat experience.

If it makes any sense, I've also had dreams that all took place in one fictional reality and they were all basically like episodes or chapters. This dream focused on this aspect over here, and then the other focused on this aspect over there. I had it documented in an old dream journal but it got corrupted. I can still just summarize it though, since it's also quite memorable.

Not sure if this counts, but I had a looping dream where I kept waking up with sleep paralysis, so I couldn't move or speak, and every time the scenario was different. In one loop my family was standing just outside my door talking and laughing, and I tried to call out for help but couldn't. In another one, there was a shadowy figure standing in my door way staring at me, and since I couldn't move my head to look away I had to watch it watching me until that dream ended. In another loop there was a creature of some kind sitting on my chest. It was close to my face and staring really deeply at me, but I was still looking at the door so I could see it really clearly out of the corner of my eye, but wasn't looking straight at it. Those are the only loops I remember. I don't know how many times that dream looped for certain, but I feel like it was at least ten times before I finally woke up.

>>19260935
I just remembered I had a dream wherein there was a nuclear holocaust and I remorselessly abandoned my own mother and my dying best friend because they would have delayed my escape and everyone just seemed to understand instead of being upset with me and it was very relieving.

The Holocaust was happening as an effort to stem the rising tide of Minions (from Despicable Me). Very odd

>>19278663
Oh and it was in a church. Like I left my Catholic mother and my ailing (actually dead IRL) Presbyterian best friend to die in a church, exterminated by a buff military looking dude with like a nuclear death ray.

>>19260935
I've had two bizarre dreams.One of which led me to study witchcraft and dedicate myself to my deity.

The other,I will explain.

I was wandering stone corridors.Doors were on the right hand side,each with symbols and writing I couldn't recall when I woke up.Some of which looked almost like heiroglyphs.I could hear people screaming and speaking behind each stone door.

I continued to walk the corridors until I saw on my left large double doors.I moved towards them and saw symbols that made me feel uneasy.I then heard a voice inside my head but it resonated through me.Felt like it was trying to bypass my minds defences.It told me things that made me sick and in my dream,they almost slipped by me too fast I couldn't recall.I felt uneasy.It told me i wasn't free yet.

I then felt to sets of hands grab me and I was thrown into the stone room.Once the door shut,the room was no longer empty and it began to change into my bedroom and filling with liquid.

I woke up.It had me doubting reality for a bit.It was so vivid.I believe it might have been some sort of underworld realm.

>>19274309
Robbed of the nut of his lifetime

Existence is truly pain

Anybody else's dreams color coded? For me a dream has a red tint to it when it's an angry dream. I usually just beat the shit out of someone or rape someone in those dreams. Blue and orange are happy dreams with blue being water themed and orange everything else. Black and White are my scary dreams. Everything is hard to see I feel like I have tunnel vision and sounds are hard to make out. Is it just me?

My nightmares are always just really stressful and oddly comical. Usually centered around high pressure situations where my decision alone will determine the outcome and/or fate of those around me.

For example, I had one where me, my family and a couple of friends were lost in an abandoned city (looked like chicago or sum'n, daytime) and were pursued by a - legitimately - retarded posessed girl. Funny, i know. She had a semi-physical body with her lower half being shrouded in smoke, long fingers and a severely malformed but still very human face. Fast, brutal and could even fly and all that shit.

So we just wandered the streets, occasionally happening upon this girl who would immediately - and in the most horrible and graphic ways - rip them to shreds in front of my eyes. I'd desperately try to do something but between the posession and the very apparent mental retardation she just couldn't be reasoned with. She picked them all off one by one and the dream ended with her effectively consuming me.

Not an especially scary dream, i even remember a short moment of lucidity where i thought "wow she's pretty lame" -- but the way i let them down by consistently making the wrong choices had me pretty shaken when i woke up.

>>19276518
terrifying gif

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>>19276484
The most fake story I've ever read

>>19276960
Well i got that both from personal experience, talking to my mother and reading about the stuff.
Some people report that its easier to fall outside of your body than to try and actively get outside of your body but it requires you to get into a certain state of mind and know the feeling to actually do it, usually people dream they are falling and just seconds before hitting the ground they wake up and their bed shakes violently as if they had fallen into it and that's how they discover this.
I don't know if its a bug, i mean, you can do it on purpose if you get used to do it, but usually is something that happens accidentally, its part of human nature to do that i guess.

Well usually a lurker here but....i think this dream may be interesting for someone, also i hope this gets in green text, first time posting.

>Starts pretty normal, im walking from job.
>The place is quite familiar but i never been there irl
>Just walking nothing special
>Then the skies turns orange and this weird feel gets in
>See people start to get crazy and running in circles
>Sky turns black like night but somehow is clear to see
>Hear people screaming "they are here"
>Look to the sky and see THOSE things
>Pretty much lovecraftian horror monsters made of flesh
>They are everywhere
>I just walk to home, but not scare for this, somehow
>I reach a point where there is a GIGANT monster
>A man comes to me and says that "him" is judging the ones that are not in fear
>"Him"ask three questions, get them right you can live, get them wrong you are devored by him
>See how one person gets eaten alive.
>My Turn
>I dont remember the two first questions but the third
>"Do you want to be eaten?"
>See how this thing opens its mouth and see pitch darkness
>I get a bit nervous, thinking
>Yes i get eaten, no i get eaten, what is the answer?
>I just say "but why?"
>That thing just close its mouth, give me a unsettling smile and say i can go
>The dream ends that i can see how this things come down from the sky that is still in a orange-ish black tone.

What do you think /x/?

(1/?) Buckle up, it's a long one.
The earliest thing I remember is staying at some kind of hotel with my friend Felix. At the hotel I watched this 4 part thing that was half video game half interactive movie that at first seemed really cool and kind of Final Fantasy esque but eventually became the only thing I ever saw when I turned a TV on. Felix and I left the hotel in kind of a hurry 'cause the movie getting spooky.
Suddenly I wake up in my regular room and the TV is off. When I turn it on, surprise surprise, it's that movie. Remote no longer works and I can't turn the TV off.
I wake up again to the sound of my mom and aunt coming back from a vacation. They ask where I went on my vacation and I try to tell them about the hotel but they don't listen. My mom notices something is bothering me and tries to ask about it but for whatever reason I brush her off.
Next thing I know I get a text from Felix saying he left his stuff at the hotel and I remember leaving a suitcase that I device to go back for. When I get to my room I realize that I'm in the wrong one but also that the hotel changes every time I enter or leave a room. I run down the hallway as a bunch of doors crack open by themselves and make note of the fact that I never see any people in this hotel.
Then I wake up in bed but have the feeling that something is watching me. I make every effort not to move.
Eventually Felix and I are back in the hotel room and retrieve our stuff which has been replaced with shitty knock off versions of what we left (like my iPod was replaced with a Chinese lookalike mp3 player and Felix's shaving cream was a Russian brand). We then find more copies of the movie up through part 9 on various forms of media (VHS, DVD, laserdisc) but decide not to watch any of them.

>>19281151
(2/?) cont.
Felix and I go to the mall to buy new stuff and everyone there is being weird. Some guy asks me in a really soft and quiet voice if something I'm looking at was made by some company. I try to tell him I don't think it is, but as I'm telling him that a guy who's dressed exactly like him and talks in the same soft quiet voice walks up and asks him the same question he asked me, and the first guy starts talking to the second guy about how whatever company that makes the stuff is so great and I'm an idiot who probably wouldn't buy from them or something. Another guy dressed exactly like them with the same soft quiet voice comes up and they all laugh about it together. Two more guys show up, but their heads are covered by their jacket hoods (like they're wearing hoodies backwards). Sometimes mentions something about having heads and the two new guys say "what do you mean?" And pull their hoods off to reveal they're basically sentient headless display mannequins. The other guys scream and run off, but the mannequin guys hang around and talk to me kind of reassuringly for a bit. It made me feel nice until I asked something about them being mannequins and one of their voices got all soft and he started being a dick. The first guy comes back dressed in a leather jacket with a mohawk and calls me an asshole in front of everyone in the store with a new louder voice. He puts one arm around me and semi chokes me while he drags me around the store pointing at people dressed like Hunger Games extras and demanding I make fun of them. I see my girlfriend and she begs me not to listen to him, so I beat the guy up. At one point he's lying on the ground while I try to talk to her and after he tries to crawl away I calmly look over to him and say in a soft voice to imitate him "don't get up". My girlfriend tells me the local arcade bought a bigger building nearby and we decide to go to check it out.

>>19260935
Simple but visceral. I had a dream I was in an African tribe and another guy and I were being executed. They had us on this vine mesh halfway down a ditch with a huge fire in the bottom. The whole dream lasted maybe 20 seconds, but as it went on I could feel the fucking heat intensifying; by the end, it was the hottest temperature I'd ever experienced. I was desperately trying to climb out of the ditch but I couldn't get a good grip on the soil. In the last second of the dream, I just weakly lay on my stomach on top of the vines and blacked out.

Woke up in an absolute panic, sweating a little. First thought when I calmed down was they probably killed us for being a couple of buggers lol

>>19278654
>In another one, there was a shadowy figure standing in my door way staring at me, and since I couldn't move my head to look away I had to watch it watching me until that dream ended.
That sounds fucked

>>19281187
We go upstairs where we're there only ones and nothing's set up yet. There's kind of a break in the dream where Felix and I build a pressure gun that sprays soap and tranquilizer darts that we think will "cleanse" the hotel and anyone that might be in it if we ever go back.
Back at the arcade one of the workers gets fired for taking a copy of the cursed game/movie on trade in. He goes upstairs and starts spraying soap from the gun Felix and I made like he's Scarface. My girlfriend and I heard someone come up and stopped. I try to tell her it's just our friend who works there but now she's not my girlfriend, she's my ex. I call her a horse (it's an inside joke) and go to the bathroom.
Instead of a bathroom it's a huge room with a bathtub that melds into the floor with no toilet but a diaper on the ground with "lie detector" written on it. I'm peeing on this diaper and it turns all sorts of colors (mostly green, blue, and red) but I have no idea what it means. I start saying things like "my name is anon" to see what color it turns.
While I'm having fun with that, I notice the room I was in has turned into the hotel room Felix and I stayed in the first time. I run out to find my gf looking completely disheveled and she tells me sometimes chasing her. Just then John Cho storms in all evil looking holding some kind of alien pistol that fires the same tranquilizers from the gun Felix and I made. I try to move in front of him but she corners my gf and starts spraying her in a criss-cross fashion with darts from the gun. I manage to hit him with something in the face, which my gf says broke his nose. Once he's on the ground unconscious, I take the gun away from him only to notice it's turned into a remote control for a TV. I go over to the TV in the hotel room and turn it off, which breaks the curse for whatever reason.
Then a telemarketer called me at 5am and woke me up for real. At least the dream had a satisfying ending.

>>19277364
Your brain trying to make you more self-reliant I guess

I've been in one car accident my whole life, and the night before the accident I had this really unsettling OBE about lying in my bed and feeling myself floating upwards, like I'd been filled with helium. I was holding on to the frame of my bed and tried pulling myself down, but my feet just started floating again. Never had anything like that before or since. Rationalizing beyond anything supernatural, it's very possible it just disturbed me subconsciously and made me less alert than I should have been.

>>19276955
underrated

>>19262240
i had a dream that i was having sex with my dad. very strange

>>19260935
Had a dream about a month ago that was disjointed and made no sense, as dreams normally do. I was jumping between different places I've been and seeing how my life has played out to this point, it ended with a man in a suit asking me if this was what I really wanted. I didn't know what I was getting myself into but my whole body felt Yes and I really wanted what was going to happen.

He locked me in a big tank and I felt myself fade off into nothingness. It was easily the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced, steadily feeling my extremities just fade to black and stop existing in their entirety. By the time it got to my head I was screaming trying to make it stop. When I was fully consumed by the void I felt calm and safe, and now I've got this new confidence that I didn't have before.

That'd be all well and good and you could normally just write that off as a spooky dream and move on with your life, but the next time I slept I was in a big, well furnished room- kind of like a mansion from the 1920's. The suit guy was there and told me that he was the Man Who Controls the Dreams, and that the nightmare he gave me was for a special purpose and that he won an award for it. I congratulated him cause it was absolutely fucking terrifying and then he showed me the other guests and we had some pleasant conversation. I woke up rested for the first time in years and haven't had a dream I could remember since.

>k

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>Be me, 15 years old
>Have a weird ass dream
>It was a completely normal day throughout the dream which made it fucking weird
>Wake up next day
>As I go through the day I realize it's the exact same thing as my dream
>mfw

>>19277430
i saw that movie as well

"The Nightmare"
its really good

>>19281557
I have dreams similar to this all the time, and they wind up coming true either the next day or 2 days later

>>19262222
I just return to dream sites/locations. It's pretty darn cool. Like a settings menu for my dreams

Idk if this is thread related but I think I have Alice in wonderland syndrome. Apparently it's quite frequent and is suppose to phase out by the late teens but I still get these strange feelings nearly twice a month.

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>>19260935
I had a dream i was under water and I could hear whale noises (I'm afraid of whales also deep water) but I couldn't see the whales anywhere.
I had another dream I was lost in a maze and there were doors with these symbols on them that would lead to different sections. I was panicking in the dream because I'm afraid of snakes and I had a strong feeling that snakes lived in the maze yet I never heard or saw one.

>>19281504
he won the award because he had proven, human wouldn't even believe the nature of their existence, even when you show them in a dream.

Essentially he (the man in the suit) showed you what life is. Recap all your moments in life. If you would've say NO to his answer, he wouldn'tve shown you, as you would have to live again. As you said YES, he did give you a sneak peak of what will be after death - you become part of unity.

And still you don't see what he showed you.....he made a bet on that ...won the award...you back on earth, going to school, going to work, buying stuff you dont need - until you die, and reincarnate UNTIL you finally realize - all is one, one is all.

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>>19280544
Don't know what to tell you, Anon. I can't control my dreams.

From ages 4-10 i had these reoccurring nightmares about what i labled as " the ghost snakes". Despite the name, they looked nothing like snakes but this hissing sound they made was the claim to fame that decided their alias. They where about 2 feet tall, they wore cult robe like garb that met flush with the floor to cover their feet, the sleeves hung down just past their hands and the face hole in the robe was just a featureless void black shadow. The robe was orange and black strips that alternated back and forth between the colors from head to toe."i later attributed this friendly color scheme to the tigger the tiger my dad had painted on my bedroom wall as a young child". Anywho, these nightmares were very vivid and i never knew i was dreaming until i woke up. They would start in various settings around the house or at school and soon after, an instance of dread would hit and their hiss was the harbinger of it. The dream i remember the most was the first instance of them. I was laying in my bed and heard the disembodied hissing, i ran out of my room and down the hall to the living room to my mom for safety but when i got there, i found her trapped in a large chunk of ice on the couch unable to help. Thats when it came. The hiss was louder now and behind me. Turning around i then saw it at the end of the hall i had come from and it started its slow smooth strided advance. I cried and screamed "mommy, help me mommy!" but to no avail. It then grabbed one of my legs and dragged me slowly back down the hall into the dark. As i was pulled further and further i tried to scream and cry louder but each outburst became quiter until i was completely mute and finally pulled back into utter darkness. Then i woke up, kept having existential nightmares and grew up to be a normal person.

>>19283706
As i got older, i stopped having reoccuring dreams, but the one-off nightmares are much more intense and off the wall to compensate for the lack of consistency

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>at some type of event with famous youtubers where people grill steaks and eat them
>some famous cuck ignores his fans
>van approaches
>people start taking their doggos to the van
>doggos never come out
>later see buckets labeled "doggo meat" in the van
>try to tell everybody
>nobody listens
>we're inside, grilling the meat on grills
>anita fucking sarkeesian approaches and starts hitting on me
>asks for my number
>tell her i don't give it out to strangers like that
>go throw out the doggo meat
>return, thinking i won't tell her much cos i'm r9k as fuck and don't feel like arguing with a feminist
>another girl approaches me
>realize it's anita dressed up differently, trying to test me
>tell her to never talk to me again and walk away
>she starts following me
>eventually she grabs an axe and starts chasing me
>tfw we're inside some type of huge facility
>grass up to the nipples
>can't run away
>tfw wake up

fuck...

>>19260935
I don't remember most of my dreams well but when I do, they are very intense and memorable. Many of my dreams swap between 1st and 3rd person often. Just tried to greentext the most recent one but it was still long as fuck. Like a short story. I'll try to just give the basics instead.
>research team on another planet. Earthlike.
>find creature. intelligent but not human in anyway.
>violent and murderous.
>we've captured it but it breaks out at every chance.
>it acts like it's in love with one of the researchers. i think that one was supposed to be me.
>probably just trying to fuck with my head.
>takes perverse pleasure in attempted seduction and my disgust.
>it likes to shapeshift into the form of a naked attractive woman.
>can't really get it right or hold human shape for long.
>smile is too big and evil. often forms tendrils and climbs the walls.
>last thing I remember well was it laying on the ground with that fucking smile staring at me as it loses it's shape.

>>19274391
It was Pittsburgh. I'm from Pittsburgh.

>>19260935

>Be me
>Standing at my back door looking outside
>Chasm in the back yard
>Group of people gathering there
>Girl I know frantically screaming as they throw her in
>She falls 10 feet, and lands on some rocks in some shallow water
>Something drags her deeper into the chasm

>Her sister, in a fit of despair, jumps in after her
>Her sister dies and we fish her out
>Wake up
>2 in the morning
>Go back to sleep

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I recently had a dream where my mother and a family friend were in a church and the family friend found a key. I drove a car to the side to pick them up and my mom said "You know you can't do that." and I agreed for some reason. The dream cut to an all white old room with a bunk bed in it. I heard a strange moaning noise and my mom said "Anon..." and I looked over her shoulder to the bed and a naked old man with no ears, nose, eyelids, or limbs was in the bed moaning. He had a plastic thing keeping his mouth open and his jaws were clenched shut. His skin was very skiny and looked like scar tissue. Everyone in the room screamed and then I woke up. I drew the old man so heres the pic.

>>19286932
I meant to say his skin was shiny oops.

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>>19281066
>cthulhu be askin if i wanna get eaten
>mfw

>>19286932
Looks like the chatterer from Hellraiser

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>>19260935
Every night for over a year.

Don't worry, they will pay with blood, soon. The turtle wins the race.

>>19281694
man..why such cool things never happen to me?! what do i do wrong

>>19283928
>grill steaks
>AND EAT THEM!!!

YOU

DONT

SAY!?!?!

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Me and my friends saw triangle men hiking in northern Maine.

At first it was just the one and then they all stepped out from behind trees and rocks, even what was so small they couldn't be hiding behind them. They didn't move or anything, just stood there with their television static faces and watched us.

>Worst thing that's ever happened to me

>Pic related, I drew it

>>19288331
I feel like I need to add that this wasn't a dream but I've been having a recurring nightmare about it ever since

>>19276484
This plays out more like a Hollywood b grade movie than anything interesting as a dream. Still a good read tho

>>19276377
this was pretty rough for a nightmare, but i'm going to err on the safe side and say it was just a bad nightmare rather than a demon.
a dream i had when i was child though, i do believe was the work of a demon that wanted to hurt me deeply, irt my mother.
but honestly who knows.

the worst nightmare I ever had was me from a 3rd person perspective playing some game that had a theme like the binding of Issac but it was a 2-d side scroller then I came to some item that was for some reason I was extremely scared by and I herd a voice say go pick it up so I did then suddenly every thing is black not the game but everything then in some weird I guess attari style graphics a smile face appears and text appears bellow it that says thank you then it switches to saying your sacrifice will not be in vain then the image switches to some pink blocks or something and the text reads it will be put to good use or something (this is the point that i cant really remember) some sort of screeching noise starts and I feel pain in my entire body real pain then i think it switched back to say thank you again and i woke up with my mouth open gasping for air

When I was a kid I had a dream where I was chained to a radiator and some creepy blond guy in glasses was cutting off pieces of my grandaunt's flesh while she's still alive and struggling to push him away. He had an accomplice who's been mocking me while I was helpless and crying, but I don't really remember his face other than that he had long hair. I think one of them killed her cat, but I can't remember who.
There was a dark green light everywhere, even though my grandaunt's house never had that kind of lighting.

I just woke up and my dream started out normally, which was going to our beach house and seeing a bunch of friends there but then suddenly i was in a tv show with a few of the friends that were with me and it was the final episode and when it was over, I was back in my beach house but I had to go back to my town in order to celebrate the end of the tv show I was in but for some reason I had to wait for my friends dad to come and get us and when he got there he started acting a bit weird when he got there almost as if he knew what I was going to do. So we go back to my town but without my friend(I dunno why) and the celebration is at the house of my friends dad so we do the usual celebration but after it's over I see a teacher I haven't seen in a long time I guess and she starts asking weird questions I don't remember them but it led me to do some rituals in order to seduce my friend I think ( my friend is female btw) so I do it but the dad notices but doesn't say anything instead he said I should be going home now. I did just that but something happened and I saw everything in a really weird way like with different colors and I started fucking a blonde girl(my teacher??) and that's where I woke up. I know the dream isn't that scary but the things I did weirded me out a lot

More pls.