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Guys, even before I've played Yume Nikki, I have been having dreams about bird people. I suffer from some hallucination based mental problem, one of my hallucinations have told me they are like the "Prinee's of your world" which means when someone does a crime that isn't too terrible for death, they are turned into bird people and treated as slaves for 100 years. Does anyone else have dreams about bird people

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Hey guys, I had a dream where everyone on Uboachan met up and had a sleepover.

There was more sex than I would of imagined.


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pretty much

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Hello /yume/
I recently started another diary for my dreams (I tend to stop continuing them for a while then starting a new notebook again) but now I was starting thinking about if you guys have any form for your notes, or not.

I mean if you write down anything else than notes about your dreams at the morning or whenever you wake up, because I usually take notes of what did I eat before going to sleep, and also if I masturbated or not.


I keep a sketchbook by my bed for drafts and note-taking directly after waking up. After drafting, I usually type up a full description in an MS OneNote notebook where I keep my dream diary. The entries there are more structured and include details about wake/sleep times and my theories as to what influenced the dream.

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I keep having this dream where I'm raping a little girl who I saw at a old camp I once went to. I can't get them to stop and I really don't like it. While I'm awake when I think about her I have ideas of brutally abusing her in awful ways and in my dreams I rape her mercilessly. I often see little girls who look like her and I can feel myself getting slightly aroused and I start biting my lip until they leave.

I really hate this guys, what should I do about it? I'm to scared to ask anyone else for help. I don't want to hurt kids…

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Anon, thats terrible.

Also are you a boy or girl?


>I really hate this guys, what should I do about it? I'm to scared to ask anyone else for help. I don't want to hurt kids…

Dreams and fantasies are far removed from actually acting something out. Maybe it's the taboo thing that turns you on rather than girls themselves. Try coming to terms with it and accept that sometimes you will have fucked up thoughts and that this is alright, without actively/consciously trying to fantasize about it.

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Does anyone else have a reoccurring dream person in their dreams? Picture unrelated.

Someone I call "the kind man" always stays in my dreams. He's, well, kind, but everything he does is also somehow really depressed. He seems to be aware of the fact that this is all a dream and he asks me not to wake up sometimes and tells me that being awake is painful.

I am able to do strange things in my dreams when he's around. If he asks me to "tell him a story", I can change the setting of the dream to a completely different world. Sometimes with his presence I'm able to take aspects of previous dreams to aid me, or suddenly develop some reality editing in my dream. I can never do this without his presence. When I ask him about it, he's always evasive and implies that I'm "remembering" something, though he also tells me that as a human I'll never understand even if he told me.

He's very into duality- in fact I think he's manifested in my dreams as a completely different reoccurring figure I call "the cruel man" who appears only to take my will in the dream and have me do his bidding. He's admitted this to me, though he's only admitted this to me as a roundabout manner. Specifically he's told me that "every dream is merely a kinder nightmare" or something along the lines.

Anyone else have something like this?


inb4 you found the ancient chant to summon user Distortion


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No, you must say Dormilia's name into the mirror three times to do that.

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Has anyone dreamed of collect effects ? I have but in my dream I'm invited but I don't remember how I was invited though. So now I'm in a mansion courtyard and I only have 5 effects and there's other people looking for effects as well. I keep looking and I'm panicking but I don't why until I get my seventh. I remembered us contestants were given a time limit. So I finally get the 12th and times up. Every gathers around somewhere (I don't remember) and I remember a creature I think it was maybe a skeleton I don't remember again. So the winners leave and the creature tells the ones who are left that they have to stay. I try to run and I see a broken bridge connecting to my only way out. Then I wake up.

The next day I have the same dream but this time I collected all the effects. But when I try to walk away the creature stands in front of me and I don't remember if it laughed or told me something. I was running to try to get to the other side but then I was standing on a chunk of the bridge and I was falling. Then I woke up. O3O

After all that I never had a dream like that again. But I still remember I didn't see the winners actually leave so I suspect the same thing happened to them or maybe they did actually leave.


I got a multitude of things that changed the dynamics of my dreams, ie steampunk equipment I would wear, jet packs, psychedelics, morphing suits, and bicycles.

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i made an artsy fartsy little short film based on a dream i had, if you can even call it a short film.



Were you playing The Binding of Isaac before bed again?


Aphex Twin, Stone in Focus. Very nice. Very David Firth.


I like it.


its funny cuz the binding of isaac is one of my favorite games next to yume nikki :D

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Not a typo

You float up, and reach the edge of the cliff overlooking the forest below.

The men and dogs are miles away.

You are tired from the journey and alight on the ground, which is at the edge of a board-walk. The ground is slick with a recent rain, and patches of melted ice and slush are everywhere.

The air is moist, and freezing cold, when you step onto the board-walk, and see that beyond the railing is a large body of water, with a boat slowly making it's way across.

The lights from the boat seem like a good party, but you know you will never go there.

Following the wet and icy board-walk, you encounter a man and two twin children, who seem to know something important, but who never say anything about it, only give you knowing looks as the man, one small hand clutched in each of his, proudly marches along with his darlings in tow.

They definitely know something.
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At last, you can rest, on an old sofa that has long since been thrown away.

Your dogs come running up to greet you, as lovely as ever.

You scratch them behind the ears as they stare at you with those funny doggy eyes.

It seems that there is no way those who pursue you can have the idea to come this far, but it's just that…

Maybe it had to do with the dogs?

You know something is wrong with even this place, and the front door is closing behind you.

The hairs on your neck stand up as you feel the familiar grip of being pursued settle in.

Seeing a car pulling into the street, you rush down an alley, and sure enough, the car drives by.
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You come to, with a start.

"At last! At last!"

The impossibly small man throws his hands into the air in sheer enthusiasm.

You don't think you've seen him this worked up before, as he turns to you, speaking eagerly,

"The ritual is coming close to completion, sai, and I think, any moment now, we will start to see results!"

His pupils dilate as he points one long finger towards the campfire you are both situated around.

"Look! There, amidst the flames! A path to HADES!"

Shadows flicker wildly in your area before the darkness of the forest swallows up the light. The night air is chilled, and the fire welcome; the warm crackle and occasional pop of the fire brings you comfort, but you still feel uneasy.
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From the campfire, you head home because you couldn't stay. Its not like time had mattered to you in the first place but you know that its not good when you know not how much time youd spent before coming to, but you do know you were probably only here for the night and you dont have supplies.

You and your friend are driving down the road leading to your house, a recently-paved driveway that connects maybe 6 or 7 properties. All the laughter and joking and the feeling of having gone out for a while is a happiness you share with your friend which turns your reality bright. You approach the top of the hill, which will lead to the final stretch before your house, the last house on the road. However, near the top of the hill is a raccoon, standing there with his little masked face and darting eyes that to you mean only one thing. "Yeah, I remember you," they say. And you remember him too.

This was the spot where you found his body, just barely breathing, with a six inch trail of blood coming from his mouth and his neck turned awkwardly and unnaturally. Your friend was there too. You got out of the car and realized it was still breathing, then you screamed. "KILL IT! PUT IT OUT OF ITS FUCKING MISERY, MAN!" You knew it was that fucking neighbor of yours who always speeds down the pathway in her zippy little car. Your friend hits it, and it screams, terrified of death, and its body trashes around as if to turn itself inside out. Two more tries and the painful screams finally stopped.

How could you forget? Reality starts to kick in, and the road narrows down to the point where it just barely reaches the cusp of our tires on both sides. It walks up to the hood, and just kisses it, and rolls over. Relief and Joy follow the peaceful and loving death of the raccoon, who seems now to have forgiven you. But then your experience, your connection from memory to what is probably dream, turns your surroundings into something much different.



OP here, checking in way after the fact…

You are freaking me out, dood!


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why thank you.
Surroundings? No. This is a world way outside the allegory of human emotion. And it is personal to you. I, personally, found myself confounded in pieces that floated in colorful ecstasy. My friend's was about him feeling that he was going to get killed. I had to calm him down, but he kept on saying this mantra… "Hiffwe".."Hiffwe"… over and over again. }

I gave him some sleeping pills on hand to calm him down. They were horse sized and called "chillaxes". The gel splashes over him, and he's fine.

We are still in our car, but our car is not where it was, on the street. Could it have turned, could we have been sleep driving, could it have been a mystery?

…continue plzz

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Last night I had my first "loose tooth dream". In the dream, I was walking around a very dark shopping plaza that I didn't really recognize. I was just aimlessly walking around the parking lot, looking at the stores; all of the stores had completely black windows that I couldn't see through, and there wasn't any sort of entrance to any of them. The roofs to the plazas stores were all connected as a normal plaza would, but it was dark purple with each store having strange red text above them that I couldn't read. It didn't look like any sort of language I've ever seen before. The sky was pitch black, and everything outside of the plaza seemed very dark; I could tell there was something out there, but I couldn't tell what. Anyways, as I was walking around, I noticed one of my teeth was very loose; I fiddled with it with my tongue, as I would in real life, to see how stable it was. Then it just fell out; the tooth wasn't white, as they are in real life, but it was a light beige with dark, dirty spots that contrasted greatly with how dark everything else in the dream was. Then, more teeth started falling out; however, I still kept all of my teeth (minus the first one that fell out); it just looked like teeth kept falling out of my mouth. I picked up as many as I could and just started running as far away from the plaza as I could for some reason that I can't really remember; then I just woke up really suddenly.

I'm pretty much certain that this dream is about how stressful I've been lately about certain things that have been going on in my life recently, like my sister becoming mentally unstable and being unsure if she'll ever be "normal" again, being on the verge of diabetes and having to do a complete u-turn with my health, and not to mention the instability of me actually being able to get a job in what I want to do, which is game design/creation, which is about the most popular job on the fucking planet, and the fact that I have pretty much no skill in anything other than designing things.

I know this is kinda long and stupid, but I just feel like I need to share this with people because this is the first time in my life when a dream of mine actually has to do with something going on in the waking world as opposed to being about video games or random garbage that my brain tossed together for no reason.

Thanks for reading.


I never understood the loose teeth thing, and why its so common. I've never had one though.


Me and my partner both have dreams often about loose teeth or lost teeth. It's very common, I have no idea why.


"According to recent studies in dream interpretation, dreams about losing your teeth are common indicators of anxiety and sometimes depressive states. Dreams about losing teeth also tend to point to feelings of helplessness and lack of control over one’s life circumstances.

In “The Loss of Teeth in Dreams: An Empirical Investigation” (in Psychological Reports), the analyst compares the personality profile of people who have recurring dreams about losing teeth with some who have recurring dreams about flying. The article states that people who are dreaming often of losing teeth “are significantly more anxious and depressed, had lower ego strength, were less satisfied with their lives (…).”"

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I just had the most filthy dream.

My older brother and I found some sort of what I can only describe as a Black Metal Manse. It was all delapidated, uselessly Satanic, and treated like shit, and we enjoyed rummaging through all the crazy stuff, while I felt the powers of Lucifer growing within my Heart. It was in the basement, however, that we found a large plastic ziploc bag containing the severed head of an ex-Black Metal singer.

I told him to leave it downstairs, but no, he starts to carry the bag upstairs, and the stench of decay arose with it.

(My dad was also there, now, and the Manse was my dad's house…dreams)

My dad could be heard retching in the background, as I ran for the door ahead of my brother, wrenching it open and flooding the place with cool night air.

We raced out and around the side of the house, when he called out "Think fast!", and I turned to see the bag of liquifying head come sailing past me. Shrieking in a manner reminiscent of the singer himself, perhaps, I grew angry at being so frightened, and as my brother ran past me, down the moonlight path between our house and our neighbors, I snagged the bag by the non-ziploc end, and wheeled about, hurling it ahead of me with great eff-ort…causing the bag to impact the seal, splay open, and ejaculate the melting head of the dead man at my brother.

He looked stunned, as the bag was rent asunder and the head burst forward like the grimmest of zits, but none of the juice got on him (I was honestly worried about this, because it would be gross.)

We both ran ahead to the ravine our home backs onto, spots of grass slick with fatty dissolvings, when I spotted the grimacing head, long black hair matted against it's pale skin, and I cried out to my brother:
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