I once made a thread to ask you all if you were able to remember your dreams and a lot of you weren't, but I thought that once in a while, everyone had to have a memorable dream that would stick longer. So here's my question: what is the last dream you can remember? It doesn't matter if you had it last night or years ago, and it doesn't matter if it's kinda vague or even a bit boring. Just tell me what you remember!
As for me, I dreamed last night that I was trying to climb Mount Everest at night in the middle of an awfully strong snowstorm, with no Sherpa and accompanied by some friends who had no idea what they were doing. (I don't really believe that dreams hold any important significance, so don't start saying this applies to some stuff in my life!)
Well I've had dreams before this one (I seem to have dreams practically every night), but in this dream I just seemed to be cursed and bad stuff was happening because of me, although I don't think I was actively doing anything? some of my friends that I attend wrestling shows got hurt because of something blamed on me. It was quite a terrible dream for me, usually those are pretty rare. It kept me up for a bit when I woke up from it.
it seems like you will have a large challenge in front of you but there will be no one to help you overcome it๐๐๐
I dream almost daily, last night I had a dream where I was taking a bus from Turkey back home. Pretty retarded since plane tickets to Turkey coast like 40 euros.
Today I had some backrooms kind of dream, I don't remember much from it, but my old crush from college was there. I remember that the place was flooded [it was like an old building] and that I was seeking him out and we were playfully arguing about something. I also remember a scene that I saw from 3rd person of him and someone else grabbing me from the water. I'm also 100% sure that Dottore from Genshin Impact was there or something lmao - still the dream has too many gaps in it, for me to bring anything that makes sense out of it XD.
today i woke up in disappointment after a dream of success. before that, it was a barfight of sorts. i woke up with my hand feeling funny because i punched the wall very hard.
In my opinion recalling my dreams is dangerous if you do it too much. I know that lucid dreaming can be therapeutic in some ways.
Recalling dreams in waking life always leads to lucid dreaming and outer-body astral projection. This will make you also vulnerable to different species.
In my opinion recalling my dreams is dangerous if you do it too much. I know that lucid dreaming can be therapeutic in some ways.
Recalling dreams in waking life always leads to lucid dreaming and outer-body astral projection. This will make you also vulnerable to different species.
it seems like you will have a large challenge in front of you but there will be no one to help you overcome it๐๐๐
I dream almost daily, last night I had a dream where I was taking a bus from Turkey back home. Pretty retarded since plane tickets to Turkey coast like 40 euros.
Commit_Crime said: it seems like you will have a large challenge in front of you but there will be no one to help you overcome it๐๐๐
I knew that someone would try to say something like that (but I take it that you're joking... right?)
In my opinion recalling my dreams is dangerous if you do it too much. I know that lucid dreaming can be therapeutic in some ways.
Recalling dreams in waking life always leads to lucid dreaming and outer-body astral projection. This will make you also vulnerable to different species.
Tawaney said: Recalling dreams in waking life always leads to lucid dreaming and outer-body astral projection.
That doesn't seem too dangerous to me. Unfortunately, I always easily recall my dreams and I've yet to experience anything.๐
Tawaney said: This will make you also vulnerable to different species.
You mean, ghosts and demons and stuff? I wish I could have any kind of encounter like that, whether it put me in trouble or not.
Actually, I usually don't have dreams at all. And when I do, well, it would be better if I didn't, haha.
The day before yesterday I climbed up some hill nearby. Really wild, almost no trail, no stickers or graffiti on the cross at the top - just a tough climb, in short.
So I'm sitting on the summit, thinking about how the hell I'm going to get down from this crap, when I see a little path going down. Well, not really a path - it's more like a dried-up creek bed, overgrown, but clearly trodden this summer. And that cheered me up, because otherwise it's back down the damn rocks, so I figured I would have a smoke, sunbathe a bit, and then head down the path in an hour or two.
So I doze off, and when I open my eyes - holy hell, the sun is already setting. So I start heading down this path. But it's steep, the forest is dark and thick, the air is getting cold, everything squishes underfoot, slippery rocks - and I'm having that usual thought: "Yep, I'm gonna break a leg here and end up as ant food." No cell service, of course.
Anyway, I'm going down and down, but the path just won't end. The sun sets, I can't see shit, and I don't even have a flashlight - I wasn't planning on being out at night. So I'm holding my phone in my teeth to shine a little light at my feet - hands busy climbing down. And the whole place feels creepy as hell, even though I'm no stranger to the woods.
And then I see a clearing below. "Thank God", I think, "I'm out." But when I get there - it's literally just a 10x10 meter patch, all around the same impassable forest, no way out. And in the middle - a shed, door nailed shut with one rusty nail. Still no service, nothing.
So I'm like, "Shit, I'm screwed." No point wandering the forest at night, and climbing back up - I'm honestly out of strength, and I can't see a thing. So I decide: fine, shed it is, I'll spend the night there.
I pry the nail out with my knife, shine my phone inside. And it's a fucking horror show: hides, some chains, hooks, a filthy table, rusty fridge, stench, a hatch with a padlock. Maybe nothing criminal, maybe just some old skinner's shed - but why here, like this? Creepy as hell, anyway.
And then suddenly, from behind - a hand on my elbow. I didn't even react, just froze. And in that dead silence, I can hear my heart pounding: thump, thump, thump. Then I realize - there is no hand anymore. I turn around - and there is a village girl, maybe six years old, fair-haired, holding a kerosene lamp. Silent, smiling, pointing into the forest, like, "that way".
I open my mouth, and she bolts off into the woods. I barely keep up - she is fast.
Then at one spot she just stops dead, puts her finger to her lips - "shhh, quiet" - and blows out the lamp. We hide, and I hear something huge moving in the thicket. Huge, like really massive - trees groaning, ground shaking.
We wait it out, then move on, quietly, no lamp. I lose her a few times, call her in a whisper - eventually she waits, pulls out a little bell on an embroidered cord - the kind people used to take into the mountains in old times, an old tradition - ties it to her wrist, rings it softly: "ding" - then points at her ears, like, "listen".
So that's how we go on - walking, crawling, stumbling. She is ahead, I follow the rare bell's chime - "ding" - until finally we reach a proper beaten path. I open my mouth - and she is already gone, ran back into the forest. Local kid, I guess.
After that it's all a blur, just fragments - and then I wake up back on the summit, where it all began, and the sun really is setting. I glance at that little path I had planned to take - and cold sweat runs down my back. So I climb down the rocks the same way I went up, no adventures this time.
When I was already near the village, there was this old roadside cross with an oil lamp - you see those sometimes around here, places of devotion. The inscription was worn out, no one has cared for it in ages. But hanging on the right crossbeam - was that very same little bell on its cord, just like in my dream. I didn't even dare to take a picture, just rang it once: "ding"...
I dreamed about going to school in World of Warcraft. I had to drop my kids off before going to class and I was worried I would be late. I also didn't know my class schedule or locker number or combination and had to talk to the office to get that info. That was pretty much it.
Actually, I usually don't have dreams at all. And when I do, well, it would be better if I didn't, haha.
The day before yesterday I climbed up some hill nearby. Really wild, almost no trail, no stickers or graffiti on the cross at the top - just a tough climb, in short.
So I'm sitting on the summit, thinking about how the hell I'm going to get down from this crap, when I see a little path going down. Well, not really a path - it's more like a dried-up creek bed, overgrown, but clearly trodden this summer. And that cheered me up, because otherwise it's back down the damn rocks, so I figured I would have a smoke, sunbathe a bit, and then head down the path in an hour or two.
So I doze off, and when I open my eyes - holy hell, the sun is already setting. So I start heading down this path. But it's steep, the forest is dark and thick, the air is getting cold, everything squishes underfoot, slippery rocks - and I'm having that usual thought: "Yep, I'm gonna break a leg here and end up as ant food." No cell service, of course.
Anyway, I'm going down and down, but the path just won't end. The sun sets, I can't see shit, and I don't even have a flashlight - I wasn't planning on being out at night. So I'm holding my phone in my teeth to shine a little light at my feet - hands busy climbing down. And the whole place feels creepy as hell, even though I'm no stranger to the woods.
And then I see a clearing below. "Thank God", I think, "I'm out." But when I get there - it's literally just a 10x10 meter patch, all around the same impassable forest, no way out. And in the middle - a shed, door nailed shut with one rusty nail. Still no service, nothing.
So I'm like, "Shit, I'm screwed." No point wandering the forest at night, and climbing back up - I'm honestly out of strength, and I can't see a thing. So I decide: fine, shed it is, I'll spend the night there.
I pry the nail out with my knife, shine my phone inside. And it's a fucking horror show: hides, some chains, hooks, a filthy table, rusty fridge, stench, a hatch with a padlock. Maybe nothing criminal, maybe just some old skinner's shed - but why here, like this? Creepy as hell, anyway.
And then suddenly, from behind - a hand on my elbow. I didn't even react, just froze. And in that dead silence, I can hear my heart pounding: thump, thump, thump. Then I realize - there is no hand anymore. I turn around - and there is a village girl, maybe six years old, fair-haired, holding a kerosene lamp. Silent, smiling, pointing into the forest, like, "that way".
I open my mouth, and she bolts off into the woods. I barely keep up - she is fast.
Then at one spot she just stops dead, puts her finger to her lips - "shhh, quiet" - and blows out the lamp. We hide, and I hear something huge moving in the thicket. Huge, like really massive - trees groaning, ground shaking.
We wait it out, then move on, quietly, no lamp. I lose her a few times, call her in a whisper - eventually she waits, pulls out a little bell on an embroidered cord - the kind people used to take into the mountains in old times, an old tradition - ties it to her wrist, rings it softly: "ding" - then points at her ears, like, "listen".
So that's how we go on - walking, crawling, stumbling. She is ahead, I follow the rare bell's chime - "ding" - until finally we reach a proper beaten path. I open my mouth - and she is already gone, ran back into the forest. Local kid, I guess.
After that it's all a blur, just fragments - and then I wake up back on the summit, where it all began, and the sun really is setting. I glance at that little path I had planned to take - and cold sweat runs down my back. So I climb down the rocks the same way I went up, no adventures this time.
When I was already near the village, there was this old roadside cross with an oil lamp - you see those sometimes around here, places of devotion. The inscription was worn out, no one has cared for it in ages. But hanging on the right crossbeam - was that very same little bell on its cord, just like in my dream. I didn't even dare to take a picture, just rang it once: "ding"...
@LoveYourSmile You're supposed to share your latest dream, not your latest short story!
LoveYourSmile said: And when I do, well, it would be better if I didn't, haha.
So you do remember something! What are they? Nightmare from PTSD?
@fleurbleue I'm telling you, that's exactly what I see. Occasionally, rarely. Must have overheated in the sun, haha. I have no idea what normal dreams at night are supposed to look like.
The last dream I remember was literal psychological torture unto myself of someone trying to gaslight me into repressing every element of myself as a person to be more "presentable" to others. Yeah not very fun and it's been eating my mind for days now
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I dreamed last night that my sister was trying to defeat someone, but that someone was somehow hiding inside a toilet bowl that was designed to be unopenable by human hands. But since I was somehow a robot in this dream, apparently, I was able to dismantle the toilet and search through the filth, only to realize there was no one inside the toilet bowl.
That doesn't make sense at at all, you say? Yes, that's how dreams usually are.
I had a dream that I was back at my grandma's house who has since passed away, I have dreams like that often. Especially when they were around Christmas.
My dream last night was borderline between dream and nightmare. Somehow I was hired by some assassins association against my will, and my first contract was to kill a family member I never liked very much (which is a strong understatement). But actually killing them was clearly over my abilities, and I was a nervous wreck as I was proceeding with my plan. I still was successful in the end but couldn't help but think killing people clearly wasn't a thing I wanted to do for a living. Weirdly enough, the plot twist of the dream was that that family member actually had multiple clones and I only killed one of many.
(still waiting for @Fario-P to make their club about dreams ๐)