Strange/Worst Dreams

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>>19489170
dreamed with skinwalkers yesterday

shit man let me tell you about my goddamn dream for earlier

Here's a tip for people who wanna lucid more. Go to sleep when you're the most tired but make sure you go with a dry mouth. If you sleep at 12 then around 3 or 4 you'll most likely wake thirsty, so go drink fresh water and then back to bed. This will almost guarantee that you'll go lucid but also you must make sure that you can sleep a long time.
>Im dreaming, it's nightime and i don't know how but very suddenly i realized where i was
>Got excited but stayed through and started to fly everywhere, remember i brushed some people and at some point fondled a girls' breasts
>Checked hands and i had 6 fingers in each hands
>The rest of the dream im at a house with a lot of people i knew and my ex
>I was just hanging with her, till that point i was having one of the best lucid dreams ive experienced
>A few things happened, then i entered a room where two dudes were banging a woman
>In the same room there's my brother and other dude banging my ex while a close friend watched
>Think of the scene in Wolf of Wall Street when DiCaprio is humping a flight attendant
>Even remember that the song Sloop John B was playing
>The feeling was incredibly awful and real, i remember i thought that's how it would feel like to go crazy
>tfw i had that almost perfect/ shitty dream association cause i watched that movie again about a week ago

>>19489170
A dream a friend had involving me.
>friend is having a lucid dream
>bumps into me and I kinda freak out
>shit's weird yo
>he tells me that it's cool, it's just a dream
>apparently I'm like "Oh shit. Great, Imma fuck some hoes. Later nerd."
>he thinks it's weird because his dream people are normally npcs who deny dreamness
>starts losing control and has terrible nightmare
>he's about to get ripped apart by fucking zombie werewolfs
>I roll up in a minivan wearing 70's pimp clothes with a black chick in the back
>we get out and shoot the fuckers trying to kill him
>he's freaking out and half-lucid
>"Remember man, it's only a dream."
>starts to regain lucidity but not full control
>doesn't want to have this dream any more
>apparently I tell him he's got 2 choices
>"I can blow you away or you can ride with me."
beastieboys.mp3
>he panicks and says he's done with this
>"Damn, and I was having fun here too."
>gangland style execute his ass
>dream over
>he happens to bump into me that next day
>tells me about the dream
>he complained that I do crazy shit in real life so much that I even do it in his dreams
>"I go hard nigga."

I just think it's funny that his subconcious made a fully-functional ai for my npc in his dreams. Albeit, a bit more hardcore than real-life me, but still. There's a little part of me inside him now.

>>19489170
bump

>>19489528
fags

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>>19489170
Sometimes, when I'm dreaming, I know it's a dream. Like, third person type of view stuff. Then, all of a sudden, it's like i'm physically there in the dream, sometimes the same location, sometimes the same people. I know we've been talking and doing things or even going to the same places, but I don't remember exactly what had gone on before I was there. It seems like something serious is going on and I have to help, but I wake up before getting anywhere. It seems important though. I think it also goes with, when I hear something, like news or events, I KNOW for a fact, I can feel it, that it has already happened. Kind of like dejavu but on a bigger scale. I just think it's strange and want to know what's going on with me, it doesn't happen every night but it happens somewhat regularly.

>>19489170
>a man is leading me through the woods
>ancient tribal like setting
>he leads me to a tomb built into a hill
>he enters
>I hesitantly follow him, the door closes behind me like good old horror story memes
>I wander around the tomb for what feels like days
>its a small room with 6 caskets
>something drips from the ceiling
>the drips collect on the floor and become a book
>there is just enough light for me to read the book
>i don't know what it said, but I am suddenly given knowledge about physics and chemistry
>the ground shifts above the tomb
>an opening forms above the door
>i climb out
>i run back to the village and start telling people
>a few knowledgeable men and a doctor come with me
>we excavate the tomb
>the 6 caskets were empty
>the drips coming from the ceiling were blood
>above where the blood came out, the man who led me in their was buried
>he was buried above the tomb, but under the ground
>he was freshly buried there, maybe a few days ago
>i show them the book
>it's full of strange drawings and symbols
>I suddenly wake up with feelings of dread
>3:00am

>>19490198
You'll probably die anon

>>19489170
all hail the anti dump sticky thread

>>19489170
my dream
>was tied up in the woods
>masked men come into view
>one crawls up to me
>I cant talk
>man whispers into my ear
>"you must become one of us to become one of all"
>confused but scared
>cant move
>masked men go away only to come back dragging something behind them
>a woman and a baby
>baby is crying so one masked man picks it up
>rocks baby
>looks at mom "This baby is adorable."
>walks over to me
>"its cute right?"
>I cant say anything
>He rocks the baby around as its crying
>looks like hes crushing it in his arms
>mother looks scared
>the masked man looks at the kid
> says "I can make it cuter"
>Places baby on the ground just a few feet away from me before stomping on its head twice
>mother is screaming
>masked man seems agitated
>runs over to her
>kicks her in the face over and over until she cant be heard
>shes seizing
>I feel so sick, im waiting to die
>he stops kicking
>walks up to me
>"Wanna die Anon? Well you cant, not until you become ______ wants you to become."
>"Even then, you wont be dead. Just born again."
>Masked men surround me.
>they wave goodbye as everything is fading away
>wake up in my own bed
>1:18 am
>dont sleep for another 2 days
I keep having dreams about these masked fuckers and theyre really freaking me out. They are very very disturbing.

>>19490356
wtf, I would shit on my pants

I have a series of dreams to, but yours is worst.

My closest "spirituality" dream;
>be under my house
>there is a very small wall, like around 3 ft tall seperating from my home garage and the closest home garage
>go near that wall, feel like god is somewhere here, his presence is there
>ask him a question, don't remember what
>don't even remember if he answered back, pretty sure he didn't
>at the same time climb the seperating wall
>fall off it and wake up
I no longer love there, although it's still close, don't think theres anything for me though.

I think it symbolizes something, as I am a big skeptic.

>>19490400
I meant I no longer *live there, but I think I asked a sign for his existence. Maybe the fall was his ironic way to say "behold my power cunt"?

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I'm not really use to green text. I remember most my dreaming, but here's a strange dream (2011).

>Rainy morning, ground is sodden.
>Standing in driveway with three friends to go to church(?).
>Good old boys(?) in red truck pulls up(music).
>"Do you want to come to a party?"
>Everyone agrees, but I decline.
>They hop in back of truck.
>The atmosphere is consistent dread/worry.
>Same truck returns 30 minutes later; red-headed girl(?).
>"Do you need a ride?"
>I get in the passenger seat.
>We travel by highway into the mountain range.
>Mechanical parts(?), network, and civilization slowly interspace.
>This descends into a massive, modern city built into the range.
>The bright, mechanical(?) city is completely unmanned.
>There's an office complex built within the mountain.
>The second floor is our stop.
>The red-headed girl gestures into a large washroom.
>"Do you want to wash your hands?"
>There are many sinks within the bright washroom.
>The three friends, and strangers, are present.
>They wash their hands continuously. I join.
>The washroom features an eerie machine.
>I watch the machine from the mirror.
>Increasingly, machine pulsates red through network.
>I cease the hand washing.
>The atmosphere is panic, but nobody is listening.
>I leave the washroom.
>The bright washroom flashes in brilliance.
>The distraught truth: everybody else is dead.
>"Why would you do this?"
>The red-headed girl is calmly sitting in hallway.
>The smiling girl glances over, showing a bag.
>"Do you want to smoke some weed?"

I realize that's a strange ending, but I don't control my dreams outside my own personal action.

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>>19489170
When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Transformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into ‘you show me yours, I’ll show you mine". So anyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. so What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said “fresh” and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought “naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!” I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie “yo homes smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.

>TL;DR I dont have many nightmares. But when I do they're fresh.

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>>19489170
>Walking along a balcony in my campus' Astronomy building
>girl comes up to me and starts talking
>She emanates a feeling that makes me think she cares about what I have to say
>Small talk
>Lean over balcony and fall off
>Wake up

And that was when the real nightmare began; when I realized she wasn't real.

I was in the park across the street from my house and there were these goats stitched together end to end like one long goat, the image was vivid and extremely disturbing and I felt uneasy the entire day after waking up
this was years before the human centipede movies, I had the dream when I was a child in the early 90's

>some gigantic platform in the middle of the sea
>completely alone
>rusty ships hanged above the water
>whale-like noises can be heard
I mean, it's not even that strange, it's just that i felt very unnerved after waking up, which didn't happen even after my worst nightmares, so this one's really stuck in my memory now.

A month after starting university I had a dream where a dozen of my new friends and I committed ritual suicide on a bridge somewhere. I failed to commit suicide and fell to the ground where I was met with people laughing at me. Then I saw the palms of the hand of my friend floating away in the river. Later I went home but on the way back u stopped to buy some gummy bears. This is 1000% legit I swear.

>>19490194
Bump on this one.

>>19489170
I once dreamed of my grandmother walking carelessly in our backyard
There were these giant 6 feet snakes everywhere and she didn't seem to see them
I was screaming so hard that she should start running
Snakes start getting around her and suffocate her
See her from my window getting swallowed by some huge ass snake and then wake up

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I've never been this scared before, but I've started having this semi-re-occurring dream.

>be me
>wake up and go to open curtains
>its afternoon, slept in. again.
>a healthy breakfast starts with a smoke
>I can't find any on me, so I just look out the window for a bit
>a plane comes into sight, nothing sus
>its extremely loud
>it starts dropping bombs, white cylinders with orange pointed tips
>what_the_fuck.jpg
>I watch them explode
>I hide under my bed and wait for my imminent demise
>I wake up
>I hear a plane go overhead

This has happened on and off for the past month, in different dream locations like my work and my parents home. Wot do

>>19491189
Do you hear a plane going overhead after your dreams on every occasion or.....?

>>19489170
This is the spookiest dream I ever had
> Be me
> gets into fights
> get stabbed
> almost died from blood lost
> wake up
> still feel the sense of blood loss

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this one kept me up for a while
>dream that i'm sitting on my computer chair, when suddenly i feel impulsed to look at the TV, playing Ed, Edd, and Eddy
>turn chair around, start leaning in to watch the TV
>wall behind TV darkens
>a voice calls out to me
>"Anon... don't move out... stay here with us..."
>at this point i'm freaked the fuck out but i convince myself to play it cool so the ghost doesn't get mad
>"h-haha, what are you talking about, i can't convince my parents to cancel the moving because of some wacko ghost story, now can i?"
>we weren't actually moving out, we had just moved in a month before that, but i didn't realize that during the dream
>"...yeah, that's reasonable"
>we did it famiglia, i beat the ghost with a reasonable argument
>"but before you go, i'm sending you a video"
>w-what
>"it is important that you watch it, but under no circumstances can you watch it at night. It's a video about a very dangerous demon, and if you watch it at night, when it's awake, it'll find and kill you"
>"o-oh, okay"
>"I'll send it to your PS4, watch it this morning. You can go to sleep now"
>follow the ghost's orders and lay down in my hammock so it won't get mad at me
>realize i don't have a PS4
>get up to ask the ghost about this
>tv and pc are now turned off, chair is once again turned torwards the computer
i ran down the stairs to get some water and tell my dad about this spooky dream. He's as much of a huge coward as i am so he was just as spooped. No dream i have ever had felt as real as that one, and if it weren't for the computer and tv turning off i would believe it had actually happened.

Ok, this is fairly recent. I've had dream terror before, the classic "walking in a corridor but not advancing, something's behind me" shit, and also one where my partents left me behind in the car and suddenly the car would move alone.
There's also one where everything was black and white and suddenly the soul of people would start appearing from under the ground and it scared the shit out of me... Even if said souls were froot-loops boxes.
But this is different. I felt it. It was fucking real.
>Be on big, wooden castle. When i say big, i mean really, really big.
>Mansion be on top of mountain on tropical island.
>Be there for some stupid-dream reason.
>Not alone, but whoever was with me is too blurry to even know if they were people i know.
>Some weird party shit.
>We all on the same room.
>I hate parties.
>I go explore, everything is boring and just wood, not a single decoration.
>Feel something.
>Behind me, i hear some sticky sound.
>Turn around to see a black splash of what looks like tar
>Be curious, want to investigate.
>Suddenly thing expands. Not moves, expands.
>Extending little by little, branches coming out of it and then thicked themselves.
>To all sides, always stuck to the ground.
>I start to back off, afraid.
>Suddenly, thing starts moving just a little bit faster.
>But enough for me to notice.
>I start running.
>Thing starts expanding faster, now reaching walls and starting to cover them too.
>Aim for the door on the other side of the corridor.
>Watch behind me, the tar going faster each second.
>Half of the corridor is already covered in black, pure darkness inside it.
>Cross door, slam it with all of my strenght.
>Back off little by little, making sure it doesn't come after me.
>Oh shit, it's starting to slip under the door.
>It's slowed down a little, enough for me to run away from it.
>Go back to the party.
>Bad idea, tar already on 1/4 of the room already. Nobody there, but i hear some screams.
To be continued in next post.

>>19492550
>Exit blocked, only way to run is too the other side of the room
>Sprint.
>Door leads to staircase to a lower level
>Go down jumping.
>I can see birds flying away throgh the windows
>Down, down, down.
>Those were damn long staircases.
>Reach the bottom, but now everything is made of stone. no windows.
>Probably inside the mountain.
>No more screaming.
>Look up, tar already coming downstairs.
>Be lost, what to do?
>Be on long corridor.
>This time no doors, but it curves slightly so i don't see it all.
>No time to think, tar coming also from right.
>run
>Someone behind me.
>look back, another guest.
>Tar catches up to him.
>I wasn't prepared for that.
>Suddenly, from the Tar, as if it was some kind of pocket dimenion, a Tar-Made-Shark jumps and eats the person.
>Instead of going back down, it dives into the wall.
>It didn't seem like something alive.
>Start running faster.
>Don't know how i didn't realize it was a dream by this point, seriously, irl i would be fucking dying.
>See heavy metal door. Kinda like a submarine's.
>Open it faster than light.
>Close it faster than the universe's expansion velocity.
>Lock it with that wheel-thing these doors tend to have.
Continued next post.

>>19492592
>Almost shit myself at the thing inside the room
>looks like very muscular dude, but is made out of pure gas
>Talk to him, he's an alien.
>Says something about the tar.
>I remember the explanation being something like "Intergalactic, quantum-Eternal being
>not alive, not death. Just a prescence.Eats living organisms for some reason".
>He's not technically alive, so he's a fighter.
>He plans on taking it head-on
>Point of view changes, now i'm him.
>Go out, close door.
>Tar almost there.
>Open arms
>Tar-Deer comes out of the celing and falls.
>All black, no expresion.
>Take it, stuff it inside myself.
>Start some weird transformation.
>Suddenly i'm half-physical, and have some liquid-segregating tentacles
>Liquid coming out of tentacles seems to hurt tar.
>use tentacles to open path upstairs.
>But it's no longer the mansion, now it's a parking lot with some cars.
>No tar in there.
>But this thing appears. Humanoid, but too thin, obviously made of tar.
>We speak some lenguage i don't understand.
>Suddenly, tar appears everywhere, expanding faster than lightning.
>Tentacles don't work anymore.
>Tar-Animal Stampede swallows me, now be on infinite, kinda liquid place.
>Viewpoint shifts to me. For some reason i was just a few feet behind alien dude.
Continued next post.

>>19492629
>Tar kind of avoids me.
>Quantum-Tar being speaks to me in some grunting noises.
>Don't get it.
>Voice gets high-pitched, now speaking my lenguage.
>"We need to do this" it says.
>Tar getting closer now.
>"They aren't afraid to use them" or something like that.
>Tar-dude starts melting.
>"They have them"
>Tar starts to swallow me, slowly.
>"They have the..."
>Tar has already swallowed me, but the viewpoint is a ghost-camera and the shot starts to pan up.
>"...Mary Sues!"
>Dream finishes as the camera pans up and shows the whole island covered in tar.

So, i don't know if it's some kind of metaphor representing the state of the literature industry or whatnot (Being a writefag, i'm quite angry at how it works) but holy shit this was scary.

I had this dream when I was very young (about 4/5) and it terrified me. Will post as well as I can remember:
>at a playground on a climbing frame
>there are 2 lions on the top platform
>I'm scared of going near them, but eventually climb up to them
>get eaten by a lion
>inside the lion is a room, there are shelves along the 'walls' with jars of jam on them
>bald man is stood stirring a big cauldron of jam
>I ask him where I am
>he tells me this is the jam factory, and I have to make jam forever now
>wake up screaming

I have a horrible fear of the concept of eternity; being taught in school (Catholic) that when you die you go to heaven and stay there forever scared me as well.
That's the earliest dream I remember as well.

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>>19490356
Why they wear the masks?

I remember this one dream when I was younger that stuck with me because of how strange it was, by my standards

I remember I was in a dark (like nearly pitch black) hallway looking down a staircase, and I was talking to some kid who was 2 steps below me. I don't remember if they were a boy or a girl, or how old they were, or even if I knew who they were, but I was talking to them for some reason. I got this really nasty feeling in my gut, so I grabbed the kid's arm and pulled them a step closer to me. Without letting go, I saw some weird demon looking thing crawling on the wall towards us. Imagine Spiderman with a normal sized head but tiny body. I couldn't see any muscle on the body either, like it was mostly bone. The demon was black all over, and I couldn't see its face, but I'm assuming its eyes were also completely black. Anyways, the demon crawls on the left wall of the staircase all the way towards us, and tugs at the kid's arm, but after a second stops and crawls away. I guess it noticed I was holding on to the kid. Then the rest of the dream goes on like normal, and it later cuts to day. Next thing I know, I'm looking down the staircase and my mom is telling me she's leaving. I say something along "Okay, where are you going?" but she just stares at me. After about 5 seconds of extremely awkward staring, I start to hear something that sounds like chanting. The voice sounded sort of like a computer generated voice, or like those robot sounding people who smoked too much. It was speaking some random gibberish shit, I couldn't tell you what it was even if I remembered the dream vividly. Anyways, after the chanting starts, a fog appears on the staircase between my mother and I, and it gets so thick that I can't see her any more. (1/2)

>>19493074
I don't know if I made up this part or not, but I swear the demon thing came back to me, and stared at me, almost daring me to walk down the stairs and see if she's ok. I decided "Fuck it", moved back a little, and jumped from the top of the stairs to the bottom of the stairs. The problem was, there was no bottom of the stairs.I fell from the sky into some junkyard, and continued to look for my mom until I woke up. (2/2)

>>19489528
Your friend has a fun subconscious

>walking down the street with my friend
>suddenly punched in the back of the head
>huge chads start bullying me because they thought i tossed a cigarette butt on the sidewalk
>tell them i dont even smoke
>they go through our pockets and find a pack of cigarettes on my friend
>start waterboarding him
>doing some weird latin chant the whole time
>suddenly i'm at graduation again
>we're all in a dark room, no one knows what's going on
>some girl asks me about a tattoo that every heroin addict is supposed to get
>i show her mine on my leg
>suddenly remember i've never done heroin
>suddenly flashback to doctors strapping me to a chair and forcefully tattooing me
>wake up scared as fuck for some reason

>>19492429
Same with me but cannibalism.

>>19492482
WTF. Is anyone in your family a sleepwalker? If not... damn.

>>19492550
>>19492592
>>19492629
>>19492647
2spooky2me

>>19493074
>>19493079
2muchweed

>>19493204
What lingering feeling did you have?

>>19494766
Tingling followed by pain in arms and legs, then numbness and nauseas, for like 5 minutes

>>19494766
Oh, lingering? Only pain in the legs.

Yeah, ive got a doubt, and i think i need your help
You see, i went to sleep at 4:30 of this morning and i woke up about 20 minutes ago
The important part is the dream
I dreamed of these creatures, i didnt dream me, but you know, sometimes when you dream, you just know some things already
The creature
>2 meters (i live in a metric system country)
>Long white hair
>really rugged faces, really old-looking
>fangs, not vampire fangs just fangs in an iregular order
>Skinny an long hands
>They cover themselves in tunics
>White tunics
Aparently they take the appereance of you family or friends, pretty skinwalker-ish
And when theyre about to kill you they start talking about the new tunic they are about to knit, they give you a description in detail
And the only way for them to leave is by shouting
>--Name--, leave!
I dont remember if i read it here on /x/
I dont even remember if i dreamed about it a day ago, but i think i do
So... they real?

>>19489170
I watch too much Dragon Ball Z...

>Be asleep. Dream I am somewhat out of my own body. Can't see images but just sense this.

>Feel a presence enter the room. Hulking, full of pure wrath.

>Ohshit.

>Presence moves over to where I am sleeping and just drills fist into me.

>Wake up in terrible pain like somebody nailed me with a ball bat in the back.

>Lasts about a minute and fades.

Wow, fuck. That hurt. A lot. Can a dream really trick your mind into feeling pain like that?!

>>19489170
When I was six I remember having a really unnerving one.

I was sitting on a toilet. I couldn't remember why but I felt trapped. Something was wrong with the sink. And that was why I was sitting on the toilet. Somehow the way the dream physics worked I knew in order to get up and leave I would have to look inside the sink. I could not just close my eyes. After awhile I decided to build up enough nerve to try and escape. My field of vision immediately shifted to what was in the basin and it was a gut punch.

The sink stopper was closed and there was about 1/4th of an inch of water in the basin. Of course it was less like 'water' and more like mercury because it reflected like a mirror. And what it reflected was a perfect 'Eye of Providence' casually staring up at me.

I immediately sat back down on the toilet in fright, more or less trapped again because I did not want to look at this thing. So there I was. In a stalemate with the fucking All Seeing Eye.

>Be in bed in dream
>Four friends around me, M, K, S and C
>they're trying to drag me out of bed, I keep saying no, no
>They keep persisting, they won't stop, I scream and tell them to fuck off
>they leave, dejectedly
>I start saying I'm sorry come back, but they leave anyway
>I start crying, saying I fucked it up again, I'm no good, I'm worthless, I get out of bed, put a noose around my neck and step out the window of the apartment
>I wake up

Spooky part is like a week later I lose a huge amount of money, is recently found out M was stealing from me, and I try to kill myself via carbon monoxide poisoning for the first time because it feels like life only picks me up to drop me from greater heights.

Got some serious shadow issues.

I had a semi-lucid dream where I was a monster, kind of like the night hunter from dying light. I zoomed from building to building, chasing and hunting people in this dark and hyperrealistic, detailed city. I used to have a lot of these dreams where it's a horror-like setting, but instead of being hunted, I am the hunter and the monster. Does this imply a sort of subconscious guilt?

Not sure if it counts or not, but I go through spurts of deja vu. Like I'll have a bunch of them in my dreams, but it's never anything earth shattering. It'll just be like I'm talking to a friend and in my dream I know it's deja vu, then fast forward to a couple weeks or a month and I'm having the exact same conversation I had with my friend, and I get that feeling I have had this in my dream.

>>19492647
Reminded me of Lovecraft, don't know if you read any of his work, but cosmic all consuming deities were his kind of thing.

This is one I had recently.

>making potions in my basement for some reason
>potion recipe calls for firefish bones
>firefish don't live around here
>visit the local zoo because it has a firefish exhibit
>figure I'll have to ask if any firefish have died recently
>walk up to information desk
>there's a lady standing there
>ask her if i can obtain some bones for scientific purposes
>she gets a devilish grin
>"For that, you'll have to go... TO THE BONE ZONE!"
>as she says "bone zone" she flips a massive lever behind her that I hadn't noticed
>everything turns into bones, the sky turns purple, and the other zoo-goers vanish
>only one path leading straight into the heart of the zoo
>have to fight through waves of skeletal antelopes and elephants, among other things
>finally make it to the zoo director's office
>office is decorated with dead animals and smells like rotting flesh
>zoo director welcomes me in and offers me a drink
>"You must be very strong to have made it this far. I will grant you what you seek."
>he hands me a pouch full of bones
>"There is more to this zoo than meets the eye, as you have already found out. But this is only the fourth plane."

That's about all I remember, anyway. It was one of those dreams that stays vividly with you long after you've woken up.

Does anyone else recall the dreams they had the night before just prior to falling asleep, and only then?

Today I dreamed that I was in a cross like Jesus and a guy was trying to drown me. If I died, I was the Messiah, if I lived I wasn't. I lived.

When I was a kid I would have this nightmare, I told some of my friends and my psychologist about it and even though I woke up terrified I would never that I felt scared IN the dream.

It started out by me standing in a field looking over a hilly landscape, but instead of there being ground, grass and tress, I was standing and walking on people. Naked people, half-dead and fully dead people, squirming.

I would look around and see a tower in the distance, and whenever I would try to focus on it, I would be in front of it. When I get close enough I will realise It is no tower at all, but an elevator where all the walls are made out of glass. I would get into the elevator that would start going down, giving me a view of layers of half dead and fully dead people.

So eventually the elevator finishes and I come down to this very huge room, with far to the sealing. There is no light scources in the room, it is not bright but there is still somehow light enough to see. On the ceiling I see these weird creatures tormenting what the roof is made off (Aka people).

Then I would go to a door opening at the far end of the room, but there was no door, instead the doorway and the hallway behind it seems to be completely filled with some kind of gel. I decide to go through it, I want to know what is on the other side.

I hold my "Breath" and walk into the gel, going through the hallway. I don´t actually get all the way though and I have to inhale, in the gel, getting it in my lungs. As I arrive on the other side and get the gel out of my lungs I see that I am in a small room with a small night stand, behind that was a mirror and on the dresser a small little locked box.

In the dream, I am very eager to know what is in the box and as I look into the mirror, not only does it not look like me, some distorted version of me, grabs into their own chest and pulls out a key.

And that is usually when it ends.

>>19489170
this is a old dream i had. it was from my perspective

i was on top of a castle wall. i hear something down below. i lean forward to look at what was making the sound. there are these savages with a log trying to break down the gate. as i go to stand upright i loose control and turn and fall over the side. suddenly im laying parallel to the sky and it rushes away from me but nothing else seemed to move much. then i wake up. not sure if i was hit with a arrow or just clumsy

I don't remember any specifics, but i remember the end.
>Get on a small, 3 person plane with two friends.
>Sit in the passenger seat on the right, pilot is on the left, other friend on the right
>Suddenly dip downwards shortly after taking off
>Friend says "Guys, I've killed us all."
>Friend in the back starts screaming in terror
>All I say is "Well. That's it then" and close my eyes, hoping that maybe we don't all die, but at peace if we do
>Crash to the ground violently, my eyes still closed.
>Everything still black, feel prickling and back, assume I'm on fire but I can't feel it that well
>Slowly fade away and experience death
>Just feels like I'm going to sleep but conscious of it
>Wake up in a fucking panic, shaken from fucking dying
I'm convinced another me died in an alternate universe or some shit.

>>19489170
I dreamed i was in a room filled with mirrors but with wood trimmimg, kind of fancy looking, when i sae my reflction i was naked, younger and wothout tattoos, i quickly noticed i my face looked pale and blue like i was dead, i ran out of the room, and i woke up (still dreaming) in bed and my son walks in and asks for cereal as he leaves, the room gets really dark and im in that dam room again staring at a younger, tattooless and dead me. That whole dream was a mindfuck but thats the part that shook me, especially cause as soon as i woke up my son walked in and asked for cereals, made him waffles instead

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this didnt scare me but its weird

>go into basement
>everythings rotting covered in moss and shit
>theres some ancient satanic-bible ass shit inside of some structure
>be a dumbass and start reading it
>pass out a few pages in
>wake up
>face and arms are discolored as fuck and melting
>just kinda be ok with this happening
>start eating one of the melting arms

>>19489170
Has anyone every had a strong sinking or pulling sensation after waking up from sleep in the middle of the night? A few minutes after waking up i'll have this feeling as I fall back asleep. I've entered into a completely lucid OBE twice when this happens. Everything is black and then my vision gets clearer and i'm in my room next to my body.

>recurring

My mother throws me in a well.

My brother is already down there. His skin is slimy, sickly pale, and he is shivering. He's scared. Tells me in a thin voice that he hurt himself on the way down and he thinks it's infected.

The water is disgusting - trash is floating in it. We're both standing waist deep. I imagine it creeping into me, making my skin soft, like bread in water. I stand very still.

We stand for hours. It's tiring - we argue, trying to find a way to work together to get out, but the well is too wide, the walls too flat, and there's no-one out there to hear us calling for help.

Standing, freezing cold, it gets dark and I need to use the bathroom. There's nothing I can do but make the water more filthy. And thirst sets in. It's drinking our piss and shit water or die.

We don't sleep for days. In the dream, I feel every minute pass, and the panic grow. My brother tries to prop himself up on the wall, but he keeps slipping. He vomits several times - he's getting sick.

More and more my brother complains that he's hungry. I can't feel my feet - they have pins and needles. The water is slimy, and the smell is horrific.

"I'm hungry. Oh my god I'm so hungry." He talks until his voice goes hoarse.

Then he slips under the water.

I panic and wade towards him, reaching out to pull him up, and he bites my hand.

He won't let go. I punch him in the head, then start to hit him on the walls of the well.

He sinks under the water. It's best to eat him fresh.

>be 15
>wake up in a strange place looks like venetia
>i live here now.exe
>feels like 1990 and starts working in some common shop
>weeks pass and meet a nice girl
>hang out with her for a month she moves to my place
>marry her and have children
>perfect life.png
>suddenly i wake up and notice im 15 again
>star to cry and feel depresed
>years have passed and im still remember the face of my wife and my imaginary children sometimes.

Sorry for my broken english

>Be me
>Sitting on an old fashioned park bench made of cast iron and wood.
>The floor is pure grey with no features.
>Super thick fog is surrounding everything and I can't see shit.
>See outline of a man running toward me.
>Get up off bench.
>Start walking towards man and we finally meet.
>Tells me he has been stuck here for ages and can't find the way out.
>wtf.jpg
>He asks which way I came from because he thought I knew the way out.
>Tell him the direction I came from.
>He instantly sprints off in the direction I pointed and vanishes in the thick fog.
>See light.
>Walk toward light and see a man with a black trenchcoat with a black suit underneath. Also has black gloves, black dress shoes, a black wide brimmed hat and a black business suitcase in left hand.
>Approach and stand in front of him under the light.
>Ask him what this place was.
>He looks up and his "face" is non existent just a black void.
>He says "Anon how did you get here. Your not dead yet."
>Proceed to have a conversation which for some reason is the only part which I don't remember.
>After we are done talking he says "Its time for me to bring you back now."
>for some reasin ask if I will see him again.
>He says yes.
>He slowly lifts his gloved hand and rests it on my shoulder.
>I wake up in bed.
>Dream of the same exact man again a few weeks later.
>Appear on same old fashioned bench.
>This time in Death Valley.
>I say "Hello again"
>We talk again and I don't remember the conversation.
>Eventually he says "Its time for me to go now"
>Wake up and never dream of him again.

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>be sitting on grass with my bf and ex best friend
>ex best friend fucking hates me irl we fell out big time
>we're all chilling, laughing, having a good time etc
>I stop and look at best friend and say "You're not real, this isn't real. We fell out before I met my boyfriend so this can't be real I know it's a dream
>ex best friend loses all emotion from his face
>everything about his movement, facial expression and general dissposition is suddenly very robotic
>still looked the same, didn't say a word just stared into my eyes with a blank face then grips my throat
>grips ir fucking hard, no emotion in his face, no sounds he just starts choking me out and not in the good way
>remember my vision getting blurry nd being unable to move, saw bits of red in my vision then nothing.

Never had a dream like that before and it really freaked me out. Thought when you realize its a dream its lucid and you get full control of it. What did this dream meant and why did that happen instead of getting control like I thought it would?

>>19497858
You're actually just dreaming of a lucid dream scenario. Keep working on it, and you'll be in a real lucid dream soon.

>>19497888
I liked the idea of it but never actively tried to lucid dream, first time I remember clocking I was dreaming. Freaked me out, like I wasn't meant to realize i was dreaming and got punished for it

>>19489170
I used to have this chain of dreams in my young age where I was in a house with a few people ( always the same people.
The house was dark, not in a black and no light kind of dark, just grey and hard to see anything.
And those dreams were just hours and hour on end trying to navigate in that super "foggy" grey ish house.
It was always the same house and same people with me aswell.
very very very frustrating dreams

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>>19489170
I dreamt of a warzone, but it was like if was drawn and everyone was stick figure with some characteristics. I killed civilians in cold blood for no apparent reason. It was last night.

>>19496682
Yes, on occasion. Even stranger is when I can't remember a dream a few hours after waking, yet it comes back to me years later.