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 No.505[View All]

This is a catch-all thread for miscellaneous dreams.

Drop your dreams that don't fit anywhere else in /yume/ here. They can be any type of dream about anything; lucid dreams, moody dreams, crazy dreams, fetish dreams, even trips/hallucinations, ANYTHING that doesn't need its own thread, post it here.

This way /yume/ won't be cluttered up with threads that never get responded to, and it'll be way easier and simpler for people to post their dreams since they won't have to start a new thread every single time; I want to hear more dreams from all of you and I encourage you to post them here no matter how short they are, and no matter how insignificant you think they are.
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 No.2294

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I had an odd dream last night. I've been thinking about it non stop since I woke up, so I remember most of it.

I was a tied-up teenage girl, in a room with other tied up hostages.
Some lanky, very pale guy with long black hair opened the door and called for me and another lady. He told the lady to go do something such as clean the floors, while he grabbed me and tried to touch me in wrong places.

I started to run away, but he would not let go. I could still move easily but his hand was still holding onto my arm.

Finally, the dream cuts to a scene where we're both at a bar. I believe I was being clingy and wanted to talk to him but he would ignore me or tell me to go away.

 No.2303

https://cathlladd.neocities.org
I made a website for my dream diary.
My writing isn't particularly good, though.

 No.2304

>>2303
Nice! I'm reading it now.

 No.2305

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I often times wake up when something really good happens to me. I realise that what has just happened to me is simply too good to be true and therefore can't be anything more than just a dream. It is not a nice way to start the day.
I hope that one day I will be surprised to see that it's not just a dream.

 No.2307

>Sitting in a car as a passenger, it appears I have a chaffeur driving me somewhere
>More or less in the middle of nowhere
>No lights, not even the car headlights
>Paved road, to the left a sort of valley
>Forest to the right
>While all of this is happening, I am seeing something that can only be described as darker than night in the air, almost like a cloud, with lightning shooting out
>I ask the driver what that thing is
>"oh that? that's the Alpha Portal"
what.jpg
>dream transitions
>I'm outside a supermarket, about to head in, and I look up
>Not even sure if I can call it a cloud
>more like a tear in space, seeming infinitely large, but only as large as your fist if you put it right in front of your face
>it sort of… reached out in a way, sort of like veins, or tendrils
>around the edges were this reddish, rusty colour
>I'm so shocked by it that I fall backwards, just staring at it
>everyone else just goes on their way, like they're used to it

 No.2315

When I was a kid I had a pretty interesting dream. I was filming some sort of documentary on the show office with a girl that was supposed to be my partner. While filming one of the scenes I noticed a black guy who worked for NBC staring at me like a hawk and pointing his middle finger at me. Somehow I knew he wanted to kill me and that he was a robot. I run away and am suddenly back in my house. I frantically try to look for a place to hide from a robotic black man when I look below me and see a whole group of characters like batman and Tyler Perry greeting me in celebration of something. I freak out and start screaming about how we are all going to die. And then I woke up in a cold sweat.

 No.2322

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I have some sort of strange inability to dream, if at all. I had an undaignosed fictional disease that went unsolved since childhood. It isn't contagious unlike typical infections, but one that haunts my mind caused by typical Chasers. No exact species of what kind of Chaser I was pursued by, but it got me somehow when I lowered my guard down. It left me stricken with an indoor fever personality, and if I were to dream now, I will most likely be surrounded by various Chasers from every corner of the universe.

This image here is my only dream sign. If I see any bio-hazard sign ever again, then I better be prepared for them on any given night in the near future. I'm currently in my 20's.

 No.2331

>>2322
Get your life together man.
When I was a little kid I often had dreams about getting lost and trying to get back home by walking or driving around. In one of them I was riding my bike on this sort of old pathway in the woods and some pedophilic ex-cons made a pass at me. I got away from them, but my bike fell in some deep mud pit and was completely broken. After wandering around in some abandoned building next to the pit I got my bike out of it and after fixing it enough to be usable I went back on my way.

 No.2333

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My dreams, pleasant and unpleasant, cool and weird, tend to end, instead of conclude. Almost always (but not always) I am rudely awakened by reality, interrupting my dream.

Not that I dislike real life, but I wish The Dream Maker or Sir Reality would time themselves a little better.

 No.2341

I had a dream where I was attacked by a Japanese ghost called a shikome. I brutually fought it with my bare hands, ripped it's head off and put it on a stake. I then excorsized the demon.

 No.2343

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I'm not really complaining since I'm pretty much love sexy shit and jacking off and all of that but I've been having a lot more sex dreams lately and that's even with me masturbating everyday/every few days.

Last night I put a cock ring on, don't know why those things weird me out since I normally freak out from anything that makes me numb, and I started leaking out a ton of precum, I was almost pissing precum out my dick.

And the night before, my dream was me was having sex with a pregnant woman. She just got on her back, spread her legs and I just buried myself into her. I think she was telling me to not worry about a condom either.

I hope I have more sexy dreams.

Pretty awesome dreams even though I'm not into cock rings or fucking knocked up girls.

 No.2344

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 No.2357

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>>2343

>I started leaking out a ton of precum, I was almost pissing precum out my dick.


too hot for /yume/

 No.2359

I dreamed that I was part of a survival game.
We were 50 persons, almost everyone was a teenager.
We were left alone in a cabin. But there was something wrong with thay world.

If someone was left aside, that person would disappeare; them souls forever lost in that fantasy world. Nobody wanted to be alone, it was terrifying.

But that wasn't the real challenge. There was a "world" for everyone in the group, each individual world represented or worse fear, or for some it was just a reflection of our subconscious. (cont)

 No.2360

>>2359

Everyone who was close to us in the group were dragged into our "world". It was always a life or death situation; what happened to the "losers" depended on the nature of the world.

Nobody wanted to be dragged, but loners were often bullied in the real world. Also there was the fear of disappearing.

The first world I was dragged into it was a huge one. That girl had a creative imagination and a lot of friends. Almost everyone from the main group was there.

It was a labyrinth and those who couldn't made it to the other side would remain forever as a character/idea in her mind. The place was full of magic plants and animals. Pretty things trying to get me lost.

 No.2361

>>2360

One of the few people who wasn't dragged that first time was a big guy. He was mostly a calm loner.

The huge guy was getting bullied for being asocial, some punks were trying to beat him up.

One of my friends wanted to do something and so we did (thought i didn't wanted to).

We were dragged to his world later that night. It was a huge castle and we needed to get out by breaking the walls (because he was strong and that was the only thing he was proud of).

He helped us to get out.

 No.2362

>>2361

Then there was the race world. The guy was really skinny and could run fast.

We had to hold hands and run together, if someone was left behind, they lose.

The three of my group made it, and we were celebrating it. Then the world's owner asked where were our others two friends.

We were five; the losers had their existences wiped.

 No.2363

>>2362

The last world was mine. I was standing in the center of a pentagram, all of the people who got dragged were around me. We were in a small room, four walls completly closed.

They were my three friends, the big guy, the punks who bullied him and a few more.

I had to make a decision, and was given one contract to read for each one.

Every possibility seemed good for me (being faster and stronger, not being dragged, i think also food and medicine supplies). But when i tried to read what would each one mean for the others i would get distracted by a peircing scream in my ears and my sight would fail.

It was awful, i was tempted to chose whatever so it could stop; but i couldn't that night.

When we were back at the cabin one of the girls who got dragged in my world complained about it; because she never talked to me before. I apologised to her and said it was because i was looking at her a few nights ago and trying to deduce what kind of world was in her mind.

I wake up after that, tought i would have liked to stay some more and have the chance to take a chose from that contract.

(Sorry for the shitty english, is not my first lenguage and i suck at it)

 No.2364

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>>2363
The survival game was real.
You were the last survivor, the winner, while everyone else was wiped from existence. The only trace left of them is a memory of a weird dream you had, that you believe was just conjured up by your imagination.

 No.2366

>>2357
I also used to have dreams where I would fuck a faceless fat girl and while I usually dream in color, this was in black and white. Only once have I actually cum in such dreams but I never had a wet dream in my life since I fap too much.

Another dream I had was that I walked in on a couple fucking. The dude and chick were cool as fuck, they gave me a shitload of lube so I could fap or even join them in bed. I remember the lube being super thick and smelling like candy and they squeezed it out of a bottle into my hands.

Yea, I'm pretty obsessed with fucking.

 No.2370

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One evening in a snowy town, I borrowed a piano sheet from a music store.

A year after, a dream paused a moment so a woman could remind me it was soon due.

Another year has passed; it hasn't been returned yet.

 No.2371

>>2370
Return it already.

 No.2382

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I had a dream last night that was very nostalgic. I don't remember the beginning parts, but afterwards I was a kid again in this really beautiful neighborhood. It was like everything had this slightest hint of bluish-green over it, and there were trees and plants everywhere, but it wasn't really overgrown except in a few spots. I spent all day exploring the city, until nighttime came.

The streetlights came on and the place was absolutely beautiful. All the kids that lived there were still outside and talking and standing around in little groups, but I didn't speak with or go up to any of them. Eventually I remembered that I was invited to the house of this girl I liked (and she was someone I actually knew in real life at one point). So I strolled through the streets, just taking in the sights till I hit her house. She had the biggest home on her block. It looked almost like a greek temple with pillars in the front. I stood outside and looked in through the window. She was there with some friends of mine laughing at some cartoon or anime they were watching on a giant TV. I stood back for a second and I thought "it's late, I should go." So I turned and kept walking up the street, and I kept muttering to myself "it always turns out this way." I woke up once I hit the steps of my house.

Just a little bonus part. It turned out I actually had a false awakening. When I woke up in my bed, everything was dark and I realized I was wrapped up tightly under my covers. Someone was standing next to my bed, I think. I heard a faint whisper that was almost inaudible. It said, "You shouldn't do that." Over and over. I started panicking hard and woke up covered by my blankets again, which caused another mini heart attack. But after uncovering myself I saw it was morning.

 No.2383

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>>2382
Your dream's backgrounds sound somewhat reminiscent of Yume Nikki itself.

Damn, I shouldn't have read the last paragraph right when I'm laying in bed waiting to fall asleep.

 No.2384

>>2383
Yeah, in retrospect it does remind me of that area from yume nikki a bit. And honestly, the first part of the dream barring me not entering the girl's house was really nostalgic and comforting to the point that I really don't feel freaked out about the false awakening part and would happily experience it again if it meant I got to go back. Another area it kind of reminds me of is a happier, comfier version of the dark city from .flow, if you've ever played it.

 No.2387

Well, I confirmed last night that melatonin gives me crazy nightmares. I had a short dream that involved a series of doors in this deep darkness. One door in particular drew my attention. It was this unassuming, brown wooden door. As I approached it I saw the wood on it warp into these twisting and screaming mouths that covered its entire surface. A voice called out to me. I don't remember its exact words, but it said something like "this is legion, do you stand against them?" I told it yes and touched the door. The entire thing shattered, and the voice said something else I don't remember. Then the darkness opened up in front of me, and I saw one of someone's eyes shut tight. It opened and stared directly at me while the voice screamed something. I woke up, but the creepy thing is I kept seeing that eye in my other dreams.

 No.2388

I keep having super vivid dreams about my nails breaking off at about the halfway part where they're stuck to my fingers. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it doesn't, but I'm always surprised to see they're in tact when I wake up. It freaks me out. Also it's usually through shaking someone's hand or touching someone else normally, but they just break off into a chipped mess, sometimes even bleeding.

 No.2389

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I had a dream when I was in an art exhibition. The floor, roof and walls were all white. Every artwork was on the top or a stair. I climbed one and there was an old man who told me Here's a painting of Monet in is last year of life, but the artwork looked like a cubist painting except it was all white and black.

Guess this is normal considering I saw a Chagall exhibition and restarted playing .flow the last week.

 No.2390

>>2389
crazy nuts

 No.2409

I've got a few short ones from a while ago.

>go on youtube and see a video that i think is degenerate in some way

>comment "hitler was right" and somebody replies in a joking manner
>type a reply as i say it out loud
>no, really! hitler was right! hitler was right!
>think about how fucked up things are and start sobbing while i just repeat "hitler was right" over and over

>argue about politics with an ugly as fuck tranny or crossdresser or whatever with a shitton of makeup on

>bitbull with gigantic droopy balls the size of pillows walks in
>while we're still talking tranny gets on the ground and tries to get the dog to fuck him
>i pay no mind to this but i stare at the balls and wonder how they could possibly be that big

>be in a courtroom or bank or some kind of office

>there's this kike standing there with a fancy suite on and he looks smug as fuck
>he's jewed me in some way and i'm fucking pissed
>start ranting and raving at him about how he's a worthless kike, he deserves six gorillion gas chambers, the holohoax should have happened, anything i could think of that might trigger an adf tier jew
>people walking and working nearby but i don't care
>he just stands there with that smug look on his face and doesn't care how much i verbally abuse him
>get worried that he might be planning something and wake up

I also had a dream that Trump got assassinated, but I don't remember much. Basically everyone was really depressed about it and didn't want to admint they saw it coming.

 No.2411

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I once dreamed that my PC came alive and read my browsing history to my family.

I cried even when I woke up.

 No.2424

I dreamt I was Elliot Rodger's girlfriend…?

 No.2425

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>>2424
You were given the honor of being the girlfriend of the supreme gentleman.

 No.2435

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I had a dream that I went to the supermarket with my sister. Later, I slid across the supermarket floor on my belly, propelling myself by pushing against the floor with milk bottles.

 No.2436


 No.2466

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In the last 10 days I've had 5 similar dreams. The story and setting was wildly different for all of them, but in every one of them I was about to have sex with someone, then suddenly the person loses interest before we engage in anything and instead I watch them have sex with someone else. I am so tired of these dreams. Just let me have a good ending for once. I'm literally getting cucked in all of my dreams now. An even worse part is that in 3 out of 5 dreams the person looked exactly like my boyfriend but I was aware it wasn't him. In the other two they were characters from visual novels I've played recently.

 No.2489

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I had a dream recently, which started like a documentary, with the stereoptypical background voice talking about the "marvelous Thailand", which apparently looked like Singapore, had Japanese Empire Army flags all over the place, and people were speaking chinese or vietnamese, couldn't tell. I then started walking down the stone-paved road in some narrow alleyway, brightly lit by sunlight, bordered by tall buildings on each side, with all sorts of shops open.

Weird thing is: there were customers (who were speaking that chinese/viet gibberish), attentively checking what was on the shelves and talking to each other, but there were no cashiers or shop owners. The moment I turned away to look at these shops, and then looked straight ahead again, there was no alleyway. Ahead of me were railroad tracks, extending through some plain with yellow-ish grass, an old train carriage on the tracks, even more grass on the left, some soviet-style utility building made of white bricks, with an ornament made of red bricks on the right, along with some cheap pedestrian road that's just asphalt poured on the dirt. I decided to go right and follow the asphalted road, and when I turned right, I saw a large train station, that also was oddly reminiscent of soviet architecture. Its perimeter was barriered off by a rather tall fence, plated with grey-coloured metal plates, the air around which was extremely hot, as it slightly quivered, like when you open a window at winter. A strong, loud electric hum could also be heard, which made me think that the fence must had been electrified. I looked at the station again, made sure there was no possible entrance, and turned back to where I was.

At the place of the alleyway was another train car, with its door open. I entered it. It was dimly lit, with half-transparent windows covered in dirt being the only light source, and the light didn't seem to really illuminate anything, it's like all the particles were immediately absorbed by the pitch-black surroundings, making it so that window was simply a white-ish square patch in almost complete darkness. The air was also quite stuffy, making it hard to breathe. I opened the door that was in front of me, leaving the small pre-entrance lobby of a train car, only to find another one exactly like this one behind the door. I went through the doorway, and opened another door, and then another one, lots of different doors, until I noticed that the rooms were getting progressively smaller. In one of such rooms, I found a device that resembled a segway or a gyroscooter, except it was made of ribbed metal panels, and had a pedal which you had to press on with your leg for it to move forward. Once I did that, a Call of Duty indicator that pops out when there's a grenade nearby appears in my vision, and I rapidly start stepping on the pedal, blasting through one room after another, simply clipping through doors and walls, while there's shooting and explosions happening behind me. Once I arrived to the smallest carriage possible, I got off and started crawling through the vent-like doorway. I pushed against a wall, and could finally see some light. I got out, except there was no train behind me, just a wall - I landed onto some crates filled with oranges.

I got down from these, and took a look around - I was in some U-shaped open pavillion, which arched around the railroad tracks, serving as an end-destination or a roadblock. I stealthily creeped around other crates, until my position was perpendicular to the tracks. This was when I decided to peek out and see what was on them. On these tracks stood a traincar, blocking all the space between the two ends of the U-shaped pavilion, making this area look like an O, with a table in front of it, covered with food. At the table sat people in military uniforms and some more or less famous political leaders and dictators of XX century like Lenin, Stalin, Che Guevara, Mao, Pinochet, Hitler and others, reenacting the Last Supper scene. For some reason I found a grenade in my hand, and tossed it right into the feast, taking cover behind a crate. Once it had exploded, I looked out to find that all the people turned into stone busts, now scattered around the area by explosion.

This was when I woke up.

 No.2498

I had a dream I hired a really really cute maid to do my housekeeping once or twice a week. One morning she offered to do breakfast as well since she noticed I didn't eat any. While she told me about price, we stared into each other's eyes and was about to tell me "you know what, you're kind of cute". She didn't manage to finish the sentence as I tried to kiss her, but she moved her head away.

Not sure if we fucked or if I forced myself into her afterwards. Damn.

 No.2503

The city is Fallout, still relatively intact. darkness around every corner, elite holed up in towers.

i'm at a black tie party at a big screen movie theater. i'm bored and hot and take off my blazer. PT is by my side and we're on our way get drinks.

run into E on our way to the bar, she's wearing an understated vintage dress. we make meaningful eye contact and in that moment i'm just as much of a fool for her as i was those sad springs. awkard looks are exchanged and we go our separate ways.

"who's that?"

"E, my ex, I told you about her a while back?"

"oh okay."

drinks are drunk. at some point PT peels off to do his own thing. i drain my glass and feel compelled to go to the backroom for some reason…

and there's PT, his fists dripping white conductive fluid. he's beaten E half to death - her scrawny synth body contorts and twitches on the floor in a pool of oil and mechanical detritus. their heads both turn my way, eyes both red. E holds my gaze plaintively, like she's begging for me to undo this; PT gazes at me with pride and affection, like a good dog might gaze at its master. they open their mouths to speak…

a sense of impending evil washes over me. I run! run! RUN! back through the party, knocking over waiters with trays of snacks. parking lot reached. car hijacked. I am suddenly a passable (if reckless) driver and hightail it back to the apartment. the driveway seems empty but I blink and E's body is there…

her frailness wrapped in the remnants of a power armor frame. her head cocks to the side, crying oily black tears at me.

I scream and wake up.

 No.2506

I think of myself as someone who's totally not spiritual, very sceptical of the supernatural, so it feels dumb to ask but… has anyone tried dream-related tricks? I suppose I'm asking for actual magic. Like has anyone tried contacting someone else through dreams? How did it turn out? Have you attempted to use dreams for any other effect in real life? Asking because I have a friend who has nothing but mundane dreams about real life or 'in underwear in public' scenarios that make them feel anxious/self-conscious, but mine are basically an isekai fan's wet dream/god-mode sandbox and I want this to rub off on them. I tried to arrange us to go to sleep at the same time and we would try to 'call' each other but our NEET body clocks are never synched.
I suppose it's not possible otherwise it would be a known phenomenon in human history.

 No.2532

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I keep having dreams that involve me being forced back into school. Typically it's because my hick school's diploma doesn't count anymore (I graduated high school 7 years ago) and my whole class needs to go back for some classes and tests to get a real diploma. Every time I have this dream it involves me walking out and going home because I'm to dumb to pass any of the tests with me telling myself "I'm already a loser working fast food, not like a real diploma would change anything"

I've been having dreams like this almost every week for the past 1-2 years.

 No.2534

>>2498
i have about 93 dreams written down and none of them are as cute as this

 No.2546

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I had a dream where many things happened, but this one part is the one I recall the most, because of how odd it was.
I was in the hall of the elementary school I assisted when I was a kid. There was an ex-classmate of my highschool years there, playing Vaka Vanha Väinämöinen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JRaBoiN0_A ) on a very odd version of a 7? stringed kantele; but although it looked extremely homemade, the weird thing was that it wasn't a traditional kantele, because the chords crossed and overlapped in a very odd mess of steel. It looked more like a piece of wood with a branch in the middle from where all the chords parted and crossed on the corners of the wooden plank (I tried drawing it, excuse me for my poor skills). And even so, it sounded as magical as a real one.
She asked me if I wanted to play, and I naturally knew, though with some doubt, which chord played which note. I played the very basic melody of Väinämöinen first, and then started again but adding the harmonics as well. I remember she looked surprised and I commented the song was about 2000 years old.

I remember every single movement I executed with my fingers and the note placement was coherent. Hell, I was even able to play with the chords in the corners (which added high-tone harmonics). The sensation was similar, if not the same, of that I have when I play guitar or any other plucked string instrument. And it was so vivid that, if I had the very same instrument on my hands right now, I could play the melody again.

 No.2557

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Had a dream last night about finding an album that didn't exist on a highway at night I used to frequently visit, here's a recreation of the artwork by me or the best I could do. It was a sequel to the James Ferraro album "Son of Dracula" the squeal in the dream was very minimal with lots of goopey slime sounds & robotic female voices drilling in & out, okay all I got to say dream log over *signing out*

 No.2573

>>2557
Hi!

I also love James Ferraro, albeit his later works (FSV and later)

 No.2577

i had a dream about being in some temple (probably) and hanging out with some people(edited)
dont really remember what we were talking about
but suddenly
one of them says
its time for you to go home
5 seconds later
i wake up

 No.2579

Tonight, I had a violent dream.
I was in our house together with mom and dad. Dad hurt mom for some reason, really badly, and I grabbed a rock and slammed it on his head.
I tried to kill him, but all he did was laughing. As I was smashing the rock against his head with all my force, all he said was "you can't kill me, you're powerless". Then, he grabbed my neck and snapped it.

That being said, my father is long dead, mom was raising me alone. I guess I wanted a redemption, as mom was giving all her time and love to him, not me, until I turned 16. I'm 25 now, still craving for love she doesn't want to give me because I'm too old now.

I don't like the dreams that reflect my own mental state. They're too dark.

 No.2580

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I woke up from this dream maybe 25 minutes ago.

I remember that it was a survival "game" involving a huge amount of people. One part I feel had a largely or entirely black segment of players riding a bus when all of a sudden the front of it caught fire and everyone had to escape. People were screaming and crying as the bus was going up in flames; I think even babies were somehow part of this twisted competition. There was a vague knowledge that it hadn't started out this dangerous, that to have gotten to this point you had to have come very far. I would say were in the burning bus you were about half way through the game.

The most vivid part was that the rest of us left by this point were in a massive, bright gym-like room with a huge "tower" for lack of better words in the middle that I think we had been living and sleeping in for some time. I (or whoever I was looking through; perspective changes rapidly in dreams) had come out from one part, using stairs to get around the area. I THINK there was still an option to quit the game entirely for the earlier part of this "challenge". I'm not sure what we were supposed to do exactly, I think maybe it was a scavenger hunt to survive. I believe the answer turned out to be some plant or key that unlocked something.

The thing I do remember is that there had at one point been something of a forest or at least a number of trees around. By this round a cult had formed among the survivors and they chopped down all the trees at least partly out of desperation to find the answer. They worshipped evil looking grey stone statues outside the locked door inside to the temple.

By the time we had found whatever needed to be found I "knew" that they had condemned the Earth to die to global warming and/or mass suffocation through chopping the trees down. I felt guilty for even being a human after that, wishing we had searched a bit harder and wished that I had left the round as maybe this would have canceled out the effect somehow, as I had vowed to stay with the game until the end. The ceiling and parts of the walls began flaking and dropping off which made everyone scramble towards the tower. I think a number of people near the top of it were impaled on steel spike death traps some point in the game. We all entered the tower, which had transformed into a massive pyramidal Mesoamerican temple.

It was very dim in comparison to the outside, and may have been one of those "larger on the inside" deals. The doors had locked behind us. There was ominous chanting coming from all around us, but I knew it was coming ultimately from the four dark stone statues inside the pyramid, just a few feet away. They were the creators of all this - Mesoamerican gods, the true rulers of the universe. I looked up at the beige stone ceiling and knew that it was rigged to fall down and crush us and felt we had too little time to find anything before it did. The gods cruelly continued to chant. They wanted sport out of our deaths.

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I just had a nightmare while taking a nap.

I was back in high school and riding this massive bus. On our route was an elderly woman who kept walking onto the road in front of her house because her mind wasn't quite all there. We kept almost hitting her on multiple occasions. In school I was much more vocal and honest than I remember being back then. I was having in depth conversations about my my issue with forming new relationships. One girl lectures me on being more open or some of the usual thing you hear. After she finishes another boy plainly tells me i'm just an asshole. "How, what do I do to anyone"? "You use avoidant energy to keep people away". This explanation is convincing to me.

I'm back on the bus and talking to the boy, the sun is setting. A lot of what he says seems to make sense. We get to the woman's house and see her walking towards us. We scream. This time the brakes don't stop on time and we collide.

Her body instantly collapses into a flurry of red paste and gore spreading everywhere. We were all mortified and unsure of whether to keep going or call the cops. We do the later and a cleanup team show up. They use these hoses to propel the guts and blood way off the road. They put some hoses in the bus too as a protocol and I figured it's for if someone got blood on them. I use it for some reason. We drive past the remains and I see the faint outline of a skeleton in the mess. The strongest feeling was of the visceral disgust at the body and how callous everyone and myself seemed to become instantly. I thought this would be the end of our drive, but we just kept going. I think music was playing and when the driver asked us if we to turn it down, we unanimously declined. The music helped. We got on a highway and just went on and on. The driver was determined to finish the route as fast as possible and a police car started chasing us. Five cars fall from an overpass and collide on top of each other. The bus circles around the crash and moves onward. I feel like there's some kind of bad luck bent on killing me before I get home.

I then see a younger boy and an older girl in a room with a shaky ceiling fan. I got the sense that there some kind of, "world project meltdown", where technology and scientific experiments suddenly malfunction or explode in a way that kills people. The girl and boy are spinning around and dancing. The chord of the fan somehow gets wrapped around her neck and tightens around as the fan spins. The boy doesn't know what's going on and sees her turn purple. He tries to spin her in the opposite direction, but he's too light and weak, so he just starts to spin in the same direction as the fanin imitation. I think I heard her pleading.

 No.2588

Had some edgy dream where I'm in post apocalyptic world infested by some monstrous mutants or something… don't remember what those creatures really were, but the interesting part is that for some reason they were all in severe physical pain from the very birth, so it was like some object of worship to them.
When they captured me I got my limbs torn off and then they would fry me on a big frying pan in volcano.
You could say I got culturally enriched.



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