In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.
I received an email to say that I was one of two candidates accepted for interview to an internship. They said that both of us were probably better suited to a career in politics, but they were willing to give each of us a chance. They also wrote that they thought it was very unprofessional of me to have written "I have a big penis" in my application.
Had a little fadeout at my desk which involved some knockout black actress sidling up to me, caressing the side of my face and whispering "kick my ass" into my ear as she curled into my lap. Coming to and seeing my computer sitting there waiting for me to get back to work was... disappointing.
I went to some sort of space station that was actually an amusement park. The premise was you went into the sewers to hunt Tyranids. They lowered you in through a manhole cover with two guardsmen and two Space Marines along with weapons and supplies. I wandered around a lot but didn't see any Tyranids but I noticed one of the Space Marines was lost. I was going to look for him but one of the attendants told me all the guardsmen and Space Marines weren't real. So I left the sewers and then I was in the casino part or something like that. I got bored and woke up.
DQN-kun waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were tyranids in the sewers. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warning to (*ﾟーﾟ) were not listenend to, and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
I was walking past a church and trying to work out some mathematical problem in my head. It had something to do with factorials, maybe about how factorial numbers are distributed? I feel like I was on the verge of discovering some deep mathematical truth when I was rudely woken up.
I dreamed that I replaced everything with a Boston Red Sox or Chicago White Sox emblem with a Shimoneta SOX emblem. Soon afterwards, baseball stadiums were crowded with people wearing the Shimoneta SOX emblem.
>>261 Freaky, I was thinking about that as you posted it, about feeling close to a great discovery but what is the feeling that you feel when you think you're close to something? I get something like that from huffing nitrous, everything splits and splits and splits and splits to almost infinity, but never quite getting there. Like the distance between fingertips in The Creation Of Adam, or being 0.999999999... and it not really feeling quite like 1. I read a book recently, The Humans by Matt Haig, which is about a professor who cracks the Riemann Hypothesis but is then killed and replaced by aliens, because humans couldn't handle the power that would come from his discovery. Maybe this happens often
Got nuked
I was running late for work and dashed out of the house to find the world in a state of perpetual twilight. I got on a different bus than usual. I didn't recognize the number, but I was in a hurry and pretty sure it was going the right general direction. As I was trying to figure out where the bus was going, a young beautiful Chinese girl grabbed me by the arm and said, "we need to get off here."
I let her pull me off the bus and then saw why she had done so. The walls were about to go up. In the distance, a line of majestic steel walls began to shoot up toward the heavens, accompanied by fireworks. The walls stretched farther than the eye could see, and were tall enough to reach space.
So, this was the new great wall of China. This was a historical moment that I would never forget. I knew these were not walls built to keep out Mongolian invaders, but to protect us from the sun which was increasing to deadly temperatures.
I dreamed that the sickle in the hammer and sickle is actually the tentacle of the Red God that communists worship.
God I fucking wish.
A guy joined an initiatory order devoted to some form of Eastern mysticism. Eventually, he realized that pretending to be a hedgehog was not his final goal, but only the beginning of his journey.
Verif: gobeable
Tokiko was a guest at my house, but he was very ungrateful. He wouldn't drink any of the beers I had, opting instead to complain about the beverage choices while feeding his Venus flytraps in the corner of the living room.
>>272 I had the same dream! I woke up and my bedsheets were all wet and sticky!
I was hanging out with an old friend, and we ended up in some kind of really laid back military training situation. As the newbie, I was told to go to the end of the line, but everyone was just spread out around this big room, lounging on all sorts of chairs, couches and benches. On a TV, two guys in King Kong and the Lost in Space robot mascot costumes were beating up on each other WWF style.
Blind guy with youtube loading spinners for eyes
I found an apple that had gummi worms in it.
>>271
Yeah my subconscious was likely making a Sonic reference.
I was watching a focus group pre-screening of some new movie. An attractive, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl was running through an African jungle with a flamethrower. Natives were trying to stop her but she'd just burn them down with the flamethrower, along with any trees and foliage that were in the way. Later on she was back home in some highrise apartment and her friends came to visit, one of them was Jason Alexander. When they asked me what I thought of the movie I said that some people might find the opening scene in the jungle kind of racist and uncomfortable but that what had offended me personally the most was George Costanza out of nowhere.
I was crawling up a grassy hillside with vibrators strewn everywhere, while explaining to someone why I didn't want to emigrate to the US.
I was flying through the air, or more sort of gliding really, jumping from one rooftop to another across a small town on a lakeshore, while wearing the cute frilly dress I bought a few weeks ago. The sun was shining and I felt so light and free. It was genuinely the happiest I've felt in quite a while.
When I woke up, I suddenly realised that everyone below me would've been able to see up my skirt and was quite embarrassed, before remembering that they don't actually exist.
I was a mercenary adventurer travelling with a vampire loli in a fantasy world. She hired me to help her kill her father who was king of the vampires or some shit. She recruited me by saying that things would be better under her, since even though she planned to continue in all the cruelty and sadism of the previous vampire king, it'd be a cute ageless loli doing it and not some old man.
I was bummed out for like 3 hours when I woke up from that dream and discovered that it wasn't reality.
I ran a bath and forgot about it, when I thought "why is the cat running a bath?" I ran upstairs and discovered I'd left all my towels in the bath so they were soaking wet. It was a very exciting dream.
Had a dream I was travelling to china for some reason. When I woke up, I was really relieved that I wasn't going to china, but I'm not sure why.
I was in some sort of acting crew and for some reason I had been tasked with re-performing Gwyneth Paltrow receiving the oscar for her performance in Shakespeare in Love. I spent a good while trying to get into character and practicing a surprise gasp and tearing up (for which I recieved some strange looks from a couple of passerby).
When it was finally my turn, I put on an extremely poignant performance which left everyone in awe, but when I thanked Harvey Weinstein, I was interrupted. "Did she really thank Weinstein?" I was asked, with an accusatory tone, as if I was taking the issue really lightly, to which I responded "Yeah, I watched the whole thing on Youtube."
some sort of salad with a spicy dressing, can't remember what the ingredients are
DEENK DEENK DEENK
Buncha old black dudes with white hair and beards standing around. When I got closer to them, I saw that it wasn't hair, but bubble bath foam.
I was getting people to place a bet on who would win this fight:
Usagi Tsukino
Usagi Jojimbo
I was with at the all-you-can-eat diner with my friend, when he pointed out a stranger with exposed erection, pointing out he had one too. He coaxed the stranger over to our table and the stranger to give him a handjob under the table. He then promptly left giving the stanger a grab on the ass as he left, only to return quickly to give his name to the stranger. I then found myself at dj gig, where the djs were a bunch of black kids. I went to buy some snacks off some guy. Who offered me a piece of paper as well for some reason.
I woke up to find myself paralysed (not through sleep paralysis but through fear of a dark shadow in my room I believe.)
I was a crow, standing in a grassy field. There was a small bundle at my feet, which I unwrapped with my beak to find a battered and slightly dented tin teacup. I picked it up in my beak and then flew downhill towards a river, with the intention of filling it with water. I landed on a narrow concrete walkway on the riverbank, just below a weir, but then saw that the water was an unpleasant greenish colour and had odd little yellow patches of scum floating in it, and decided not to fill my teacup with it after all.
It was a hot, sunny, late August afternoon, the first day of school after the end of summer break. The school was my childhood middle school, but in my dream it was a high school. I get my class schedule for the year and walk around the school for a bit. After that the school day is over and I'm walking home. The road home runs through the more closely packed houses and apartments of the suburbs and all the way to the end of town where the outlying farmlands begin, and where my school is, and despite being fairly busy there's no sidewalk in some places. It was kind of a mix between the street I live on right now and the similar street that led to my childhood school.
I'm walking home and come across a black frog. I almost step on it because it was so well hidden but it hops indignantly out of the way with a loud croak at the last second. Then a skinny, shaggy black dog appears in front of me, standing between a few trees. I notice she looks kind of wild and doesn't have a collar on. I approach cautiously and try to walk past her without alarming her, but she runs over to me, jumps up on its back legs and gently, playfully nips me on my left wrist, then sits down and cocks her head at me. I'm still trying to ignore her and walk home but she starts following me. I start yelling at her, banging on fences and trees, slapping her a bit on the butt and snout, trying to get her to stop following, but she thinks I'm playing and starts running along with me, running back and forth, bending her front legs, snapping playfully at my ankles. She ends up following me like that all the way home, which looks exactly like my mother's current apartment but with the backyard from my childhood house.
The dog comes inside with me. I give her a bowl of water and decide that I'll ask my parents if I can keep her when they get home. I decide to start trying to train her a bit. She tries to nip me again but I say "ah, manners!" and give her a gentle flick on the snout, she gets the idea immediately and quiets down and sits down at my feet. I pat her head and call her a good girl. At this point my older brother walks in, irl I'm an only child but I recognize him as my older brother in the dream. He's in his late teens and just graduated school that year. He sees the dog, says something like "haha, mom and dad are gonna be pissed" then starts playing with it. The two of us lean on the sill of the window that overlooks the front yard of the apartment building, where someone is working on their car in the grass. We watch him for a bit and chat about what I planned to do after highschool . I say I'm thinking of joining the army, he says it's a good idea and I should talk to the school counselor about it. We take the dog out back and play with her on the lawn for a bit. A car pulls into the parking lot, it's my (our?) parents. We show them the dog, I show them that I've already trained her a bit, and they say that we can keep her. I wake up.
it was a really vivid dream that went on for basically the entire night
I had the same dream! A truly vivid shade of black, like I had lost consciousness for at least 7 hours. The ending was a mess though.
An attractive woman began massaging my big toe. She massaged from the cuticle up, slowly pushing out all the grime underneath my toenail, and also pushing out my ingrown toenail so it was cured. It felt good.
Then she took the grime that she had pushed out and ate it. I found this both disgusting and arousing. She repeated the process with my other toes. I woke up feeling slightly horny and disappointed that I still had ingrown toenails.
I flew across the ocean, ostensibly to see my old friend, but really because I knew my ex was going to be there. Sure enough, she appeared with her new boyfriend and when she saw me she squealed and immediately pounce-hugged me. We fell underneath the table, and hidden by the tablecloth she kissed me. Then we got up and had to act like it didn't happen.
Later that evening her boyfriend was sleeping and she was awake and looking at me with longing eyes. Hidden beneath the covers she kissed me again and started crying. I wanted to tell her I had always been thinking of her but I didn't want to speak for fear of being overheard.
When I woke up I felt pretty depressed once I realized it was just a dream. I will probably never see my ex again because she lives in a different country with a boyfriend, plus I'm married now. I don't regret leaving my ex for my current wife but I also miss her terribly. Why isn't good ever good enough? Why can't we just be content with what we have?
I took a higher dose of my sleeping pill than normal but one of the side effects is vivid dreams. It actually made me wake up more instead of helping me sleep. I woke up 6-7 times last night instead of my usual 1-2. Most times, I had a separate dream or nightmare.
Instead of going into the details of all of them, I wonder: do you have multiple dreams/nightmares per night, or just one? Almost every time I woke up, I remembered a different dream.
>>300 Apparently you have lots of dreams every night, but your brain doesn't remember most of them.
Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev was giving a press conference regarding the fall of the Soviet Union on Fox News, wearing a white t-shirt with merely the word "Gorbachev" written across the chest in black Arial font. I got up, went into the bathroom, and angrily shaved my beard in protest.
This morning when I looked in the mirror I realized I hadn't shaved my beard and that Khrushchev has been dead for 46 years.
I was studying abroad in Australia. But instead of it being a solid land mass (like the continent actually is), it was a bunch of tiny islands next to each other. My “dorm room” was a tiny islands and I had to drive a boat to get anywhere. The island was only as big as the dorm room itself.
I capsized my boat because of turning too quickly. I tried to flip it over, which caused it to sink. It was close enough to my island that I was able to swim back to it. But when people I knew heard about it, they got upset and wanted to dive into the ocean to retrieve the boat. So we put on diver gear and went underwater, which was very scary for me.
There was a huge school of fish that looked like a combination of fish and octopi. The boat was somewhere nearby but I was too freaked out by being in the ocean with lots of fish and also not knowing what was in the rest of the water that I couldn’t see. Then a big shark came by. I don’t remember if it attacked anyone or not but I wanted to get a harpoon for safety. I did indeed get a harpoon but then the shark bit and bent the harpoon, making it useless. It was about this time that I started to regret living in an area without solid land.
I am not going to be studying abroad in Australia, but I will be going to another country soon. Maybe this is a reflection of my subconscious dread about the trip. It will be fun but it will also be intensely different from my current country and it might be stressful to get used to it.
Post in a thread. Knowing how it works enables winning. Losing means the board gets slightly worse. That's how to play the textboard game.
I had a dream where the world was mostly water and it rained all the time. Thunder and lightning was really hardcore, to the point that it could destroy buildings, so this dream world had different construction design, centered around rain and protection from lightning bolts. Lots of reinforced metal, gutters, flood relief zones, almost no windows, and big lightning rods to attract lightning away from smaller buildings. Instead of having separate shelters, buildings themselves were the disaster shelters. And you couldn’t go outside during the really bad weather.
In the dream, I decided to be edgy and go out during one of the hardcore storms. I don’t really remember what happened because then I woke up.
69ing a hot scoffing dominant manga girl
>>311
I take a sleeping pill that makes dreams more vivid. It can be good or bad. Dreams are better but nightmares are worse.
I had a dream where lots of shit happened that I forget, but what I did remember was that an alien creature was attacking me and I had to pour milk on it to get it to leave me alone. The milk hurt it somehow. However, I only had a gallon of milk, so eventually I ran out. It knew I had a finite supply of milk. Then I woke up.
I don't remember too much of it, but my family was operating some sort of inn/hotel with a very quaint interior layout where I had some minor position. For some reason I had three different handguns in a drawer in my room, which was a dangerous situation because they were highly illegal.
>>314
Guns should be legal. Gun control is all about disarming law-abiding citizens and dies nothing to stop criminals. The government wants passive citizens who can’t put up a fight if the government decides to become an authoritarian regime. Only soldiers and police will have guns, but they are acting in the best interests of the state. Sure, criminals will still have guns, but there aren’t very many of them. Governments see maintaining their power as a higher priority than allowing civilians to protect themselves from criminals or totalitarianism.
>>316
Are you upset because this goes against the indoctrination you’ve received in liberal academia?
People don’t like to think critically about their beliefs. But sometimes, you really should.
>>317
No, I am completely indifferent to your political opinion, which is worthless in a dream thread and even in context is still worthless. Why I am even responding to low hanging fruit from a sociopath like yourself is what I should really be thinking critically about.
>>318
If you disagree with someone, call them names. That'll show 'em. People will listen to you when you insult them. Cool.
/dqn/ is a SAFE SPACE. NO DISCUSSIONS ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN SAFE TOPICS ALLOWED. SJIS ART AND FORCED MEMES ARE THE ONLY THINGS ALLOWED HERE. NO CRITICAL THINKING.
So people here used racial slurs towards me and told me to kill myself. But I'M the problem.
Do any of you have any self-awareness at all?
There's no racial slurs here, so you're just dragging drama over from somewhere else. You're not a victim, you just like attention on an Anonymous site. Just join Reddit or something already, this site isn't meant for you.
vc: fefe
And in an ideal world no-one would have responded, so there was nothing for you to grab onto and it would appear it was just one person in an echo chamber, but oh well. No doubt you would have just sockpuppeted until someone latched on.
>>319 It's not about "safe spaces" or "critical thinking", I just don't need any more trite edgy opinions recycled from the dregs of other sites. It's embarrassing.
This morning I remembered that I had drawn a somewhat substantial comic a couple years ago, except as I got to a more lucid phase I slowly realized I didn't remember hardly any plot or art details, a single line of dialogue, nor where I had squirreled away a single sheet of it.
mfw somewhere in the back of my head I believed a previous dream or series of dreams in which I'd drawn it, but only when I was asleep.
>>327
I've had similar experiences, such as waking up and calling out to the qt I was sexxing, only to realise there was never a qt at all
>>328
It's actually the most frequent kind of dream I notice, where some sort of epic mythos has accumulated over the space of months of dreams aaaand here is where you forget it all, lel
This one just hurt particularly bad because it wasn't even memories of something exciting I was losing, but of a laborious process that had I actually done it I might be pretty good at it now.
I dreamt that a big scandal had broke about the new god of war game being a 1 for 1 ripoff of minecraft.
I once went to get the ice cold coke I was sure I had stored in the fridge only to realize it was a dream and my fridge is actually empty.
I was the only guy in a college music class full of attractive college girls. For some reason the next exercise required everybody to be naked. So everybody stripped and it was extremely hard to keep my eyes on my notes as I was surrounded by hot naked women writhing around. The teacher, who was more my age, came over and stuck her boobs in my face and seductively asked me what I thought. I thought, man, is this gonna lead to what I hope it leads to?
But unfortunately the dream changed then.
Once, as a child, I had a dream in which my grandpa brought all his donkeys through the living room, one by one, so I could feed each of them a carrot. There were dozens. The dream ended when one of them bit my dick instead.
I drove down to the mall to meet my younger brother who was hanging out there with his friends, and he have me what looked like a small mushroom cap but was apparently weed. Which was a dangerous situation because it was highly illegal.
I had another dream about getting choked. I woke up out of breath. I think I have sleep apnea.
>>334
Weed isn't dangerous.
Married a shark
Dreamed that my great aunt and great uncle died. I was super broken up about it, sobbing and crying and stuff. They're kind of assholes though, I don't think I'd be that upset irl if they actually died.
>>342
Everyone dies eventually. For some of my really old family members who passed away, they were kind of relieved when they were on their deathbed. Being old can mean having chronic pain, needing assistance to go to the bathroom, not remembering basic things, worrying about being a financial burden on younger generations, etc.
When you're healthy, happy, and successful, death seems bad. When you're old and miserable, death seems more welcome.
I was at some kind of talent school. I have absolutely no talent in anything, so I had been removed, but nobody knew and I stuck around for a bit, so they probably assumed that I was still signed up.
Schoolniversity dream.
Wake up in a lecture hall where school chemistry teacher promises all of us doom on an upcoming "optional" state-wide test on September 22, telling us to read the following, she then names elements and some authors whose books we are supposed to read - too quick, I don't catch it, one name repeats for a few of those. I try to look at the notes which an old classmate next to me has been taking, but she missed it either. There are only some details about the test and the doom that awaits us written neatly. I prepare to leave as the teacher interrogates/berates/checks exam or test of some unlucky guy. I pick up some empty wine glasses and go wash them, then put them on a desk and tell some girl waiting her turn that those belong to that guy.
I put my coat on as I go down the stairs avoiding flocks of primary school pupils, but decide to go to a canteen instead turning right (as I would in my school). The canteen is much bigger than it was (NB: I rarely went there at all) with much larger counter, restaurant-like tables and a very nice menu. It's largely empty, a few tables are occupied, another classmate is sitting there drinking his sorrows away (vodka?). There is no line, and I go to order some salad (cooking lady informs me that vegetable ones are gone and offers fruits instead, chopping some grapefruit and kiwi quickly). Some confusion ensues over buckwheat - there is a giant blob of it, a whole mountain - but in the end I get my cutlet, soup and a cup of tea and settle down at an empty table.
(Interrupted by alarm clock)
Still in the canteen, standing with two people. One guy is telling a story, making gestures excitedly, the other one is laughing. I leave their group thinking to myself, "Funny guy. But his badge is missing 'n'." I turn back to take a look. The story guy is wearing a red shirt with a red name tag on it saying, "Ed Times".
I had a dream where I was restoring an early 1970s Chevelle. It turned into a nightmare when I discovered that the car needed more repairs than I thought it would, and I was watching the bill get higher and higher. I then faced the question that many people face when restoring cars. That question is "Do I keep spending money on this car until it is restored, or do I just sell the car and accept that I wasted a lot of money on it?"
That kind of question was asked when my parents were having several problems with their cars a few years ago, although they weren't cars that attract car enthusiasts. Both my parents spent about $2000 on repairs before they discovered that they would need to spend much more.
After falling back asleep, I then had a nightmare that I was restoring an RV and being stuck in the same situation.
I dreamed I went to go see a baseball game and they had one of those events before the game where you can go up and meet the players and get autographs and stuff. When I got up there the only one there was a certain player who's known among the local media for being especially open and friendly. I tried to make some smalltalk about baseball with him but he just gave me the most dead eyed thousand-yard stare you've ever seen and wordlessly slid a signed paper napkin at me across the table. Then later I was playing baseball in a fancy hotel room with expensive pottery and dishes all over the walls. I was standing on a mattress with shards of broken ceramic everywhere, holding a bat. The pitcher, who wasn't one of <team>'s actual real life players like the guy above, just a random dream person who was throwing me the ball, comes over and is giving me pointers on which pitches to swing at and where he as the pitcher wants to put the ball vs where I as the hitter should wait for the ball to end up. I said back to him, "Oh that's cool, I never knew a lot of this stuff. I just play by instinct. Don't think, feel."
Licked basically all the dirty walls. All of them, in one streak. Don't even ask me how that works.
I had a dream where sinks were on the floor. I was in a massive maze-like skyscraper that interconnected with other skyscrapers in weird directions, kind of like a 3D maze.
I was going to the city by train. But the train station was very high-tech and efficient.
Rather than boarding the train car when it arrives, you'd board a car (not on a train) BEFORE the train came. Then, as soon as the train arrived, it would merely shift the passenger car onto the train. It would also move a car off which contained people who wanted to get off at that particular stop. Then it would leave immediately. No more waiting to cram into a car. No more wasted time.
It did seem like a lot of work just to save like 20 seconds, but in the end it did make things faster, even at the cost of extra complexity and more energy usage.
>>353
Interestingly that's not dissimilar to a concept of high-speed rail-based "personal" public transport by some futurist.
Cars fitting a couple of people would sit on a rail at your stop, like a taxi rank, and you'd get in the front-most one. Then it would get up to speed to join the main rail, merging with other cars going the same route at high speed. At your destination, it would simply switch off to the secondary rail again and halt behind the other cars waiting for passengers, and you'd get off.
I could fly very easily. It was as exhausting as running though, so you couldn't do it for really long periods of time unless you were really fit.
There were two kinds of techniques for flying. One where you'd move your arms and legs, kind of like swimming, in such a way that you'd stay at the same altitude. Also, the higher up you flew, the harder it got.
But the second way you could do fly was to put effort into swim-flying (best way to describe it) upwards until you were like maybe 50 feet above the attitude you wanted to be, then you'd glide forwards and downwards for a while, just keeping your arms and legs out and coasting downwards, so you could rest for a few seconds while that happened. So you'd go from low to high and back.
There was also a place where you could do laundry on the top of the roof of a couple of skyscrapers. You had to take all your laundry up in the elevators though. For some reason, flying was excluded from this portion of my dream. If you wanted to go to the washer and dryer machines, you had to take the elevators up from one building, then take a walkway from one building to the other. But it was at the top of the building, and it was open, so I got vertigo because you could potentially fall off when crossing rom one building to another.