Posted on: 2013-03-16 by Guest

In my dream it started with, some sort of birth-day party, a bunch of people came into a room lined up all around the room and then we were told to sit down, then the girls were told to start fucking all of the guys. I was confused but everyone seemed to start doing it, so a girl hopped on my cock and started riding. It looked like there was more girls than guys, more maybe the perfect amount. The dream was so vivid, but I can't say that was a good thing. The atmosphere was so dark, I think that the place we were in was controlled by different gods, as if they were fighting for the world. I remember seeing some kind of electric god standing next to a plasma god. But anyways, after that I exited the "world" into some kind of building, there were people outside there waiting to go in. I was all like, "You're gonna love it in there man, I'm not gonna tell ya what happened but you're gonna love it!" Then a guy comes up to me (I think he worked there) and he put a staple in my left cheek, I believe it was so I didn't talk about that place. I think I could still talk, but the dream was so vivid so OUCH.

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

What's your number?



Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'd like to cancel this standing order

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

I'm on holiday



Posted on: 2014-01-29 by 9spaceking

Last night I met a girl named Chloe, in darkness, with a few other of her friends. I sit next to her, stealing another girl's seat, causing her to teasingly steal my lunch box, only to give it back.

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

How many are there in a book?

Posted on: 2014-05-31 by Guest

It’s Saturday, the last day of May. I just had one of the most mind blowing dreams I have ever experienced. It was so real. It takes place in New York City, it is sunny outside, so I’m guessing it was midday. I am walking around, looking at my surroundings, noticing some of the buildings that I pass by. A lot of them look familiar, like I have been here before. I get hungry and decide to grab a cheap bite to eat at some fast food place downtown. So I end up piloting a plane and flying over New York City in an overview POV sort of like GTA. The plane gets faster and I try to slow it down as my destination draws near. However, I shoot past it and am now flying over water. Very fast. I press a button that I presume makes the plane slow down, but it didn’t work. The plane began to wobble and got close to the water and we were quite some distance away from the land, so I decided to eject. Then my POV went to 1st person and I was free falling through the sky. The wind was heavy on my body. I felt like a feather but was falling like a boulder. Everything seemed to slow down but now actually slow down. I was falling very fast and I looked down at an angle towards the water. I was falling so fast, it seemed like the water was coming up towards me. I closed my eyes a few seconds before impact. When I went to open them, I awoke in my bed almost simultaneously as I collided with the water. Everything felt so real. It was terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. The adrenaline felt incredible. It was a mix of everything crazy and fun and everything horrifying and crazy. I could feel the wind and the air felt just like Florida air when you are at the beach, only colder. It was simply mind-blowing. It wasn't really scary, and I wouldn't necessarily label it as a nightmare. But it was just awesome. -Matthew



Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

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Posted on: 2016-07-12 by Guest

Today morning,i dreamed like once again tsunami is coming to tamilnadu

Posted on: 2017-03-18 by Guest

Last Night i accidentally ate beef IMD

Posted on: 2017-12-01 by Guest

I had a dream kissing a woman

Posted on: 2016-01-04 by not_malaso_fox

(I had this/these dream(s) around July of 2015) Possible "post-apocalyptic" dream I've been having for 3 nights. I think there are related, this is possibly the first part out of the three. The first one, it seemed that I was in a trailer or a some sort of large, salvaged shack, it seemed to be a bar or a brothel or a strip club. There were little "lounges" behind curtains. I approached the bar, then a women with red hair, dressed in red, I think she was the bartender or a waitress. Next thing I know; she and I were in a room, behind the counter,perhaps the inventory room. I was laying on a couch, she was on me, unzipping my pants and err... pleasing me... with her... mouth.... Then I remember her without her... top... Her back was facing me, she was wearing nothing but her red undies, leaning towards a pole, "inviting me in." That's when I just couldn't take it any more. I walked towards her, got on my knees and I removed her undies and she was pink like pink lemonade, I started to please her the same way she did to me. After that... I put myself inside her. It felt amazing! I was grabbing onto her. *Dream Ends* I don't know who that beautiful women was, or what her name is, but I do hope that I'll get to meet her again?

Posted on: 2015-09-29 by WolfgangBrown

Last night i had a dream that me and all my friends were trapped in a room with white walls and in the middle of the room was a set of gates, like the kind you'd go through at a train station. They were all open, and nothing was different on either side. We all tried to escape, but there were no doors or windows. However in the middle of the 2nd gate, was a puddle of white liquid. When someone touched it, they would begin to melt. After a while everyone realised it was the only way out, so people began purposefully melting themselves to get out. I wasn't giving up though and i tried to stop them from killing themselves but they wouldn't listen, some would melt together, holding each others hands. Eventually i was the last one in the room and i regretted not dying with the rest of them, now i had to die on my own, surrounded by puddles of my former friends.

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-12-31 by tehzpoon

Last night, I dreamt that I had to visit a mental health "asylum." They don't use that word anymore, but this one was different from the ones today. It was an ASYLUM. The head psychiatrist there was obviously a dark, shady man. He spoke to me in low, threatening tones. He knew he was in a position of power, and he intended to use it to its maximum. He told me that if he attested to an emergent psychological problem, and that he thought I were a danger to myself or others, he could have me held indefinitely. In his asylum. And so, he did. As had he done with most of the people who were currently there. Most of them weren't crazy when they went in. The Man was indoctrinating the orderlies and the patients into a cult of his own devising. A religious cult in which he was the supreme holy conduit to the heavens. And if you didn't believe at first, he would use torture methods to wear you down and then brainwash you. And so he did. I was forced to watch young women tortured, and then I was tortured myself. I finally orchestrated an escape, only to find out that one of the orderlies had been instructed to take my car to impound. So I had to run home. And I had the overwhelming sense that I was being followed. And I would have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life... or until the cult decided to act against me. Whichever came first. (If anyone would like to flesh out this dream and perhaps write a book, play, or screenplay, I ask that you just contact me first!)

Posted on: 2018-01-19 by Guest

Last night I dreamed of my ex breaking into my flat kidnapping me using a knife and raping me but I got away and even tho he threatened to kill me if I went to police I still went to police then it jumped ahead and I was at my grans house and he got in and had a gun I tried to hid and phoned police he found me and hurt me then forced me to take pills but I managed to not swallow all of them then I heard police and woke up IMD ps I real life my ex beat me and put me in hospital but never rapped me , what does this kind of dream mean ?

Posted on: 2012-02-09 by Guest

MY DREAMS BY ALLAMA MUHAMMAD YOUSUF GABRIEL GHOSIA BOOK DEPOTMAIN BAZAR NAWABABAD WAH CANTT DISTT RAWALPINDI PAKISTAN I was born just I have said on 17th February 1917. Now the 17 February was the date on which the deluge of Noah sprang. But this age in which it was my lot to be born is the age of fire. And therefore the deluge had changed its nature from water to fire. That is the deluge which threatened the mankind in this age of modern science-guided thermo-igneous engine driven materialism is going to be of fire. Thanks to the researches of the scientists, the form of the fiery deluge of this age has assumed utmost charity. The date of my birth, that is the 17th February, which was the date of the appearance of Noah’s deluge of water, proved ominous for me in view of the fiery deluge of this modern age. I am writing these lines in 1995, in this book that was written in 1980, and since my birth except the first three or four years I have been the target of a succession of trials and afflictions. The most important mission of this age of atomism was given to me, a mission which entailed the acquirement of knowledge of a very versatile nature, and of the highest order. That knowledge I did acquire. It took me forty years to attain to the mark required. But can anyone imagine, how did I achieve all that. I started my education in my twenty fifth years. I had not the means to join some educational institute. I had to work for my livelihood all those years. I studied without a teacher, subjects like philosophy, sciences, math, histories, scriptures, four language that is Urdu, Persian, Arabic and English and their literatures, day in day out for decades, can anyone realize how, difficult, how painstaking, how blood curdling was all this process. Has anyone else in the world achieved anything like that. In 1962 I recognized my mission. From 1972 to 1982 I did no other work, but wrote, day and night and produced fourteen manuscripts in English and equal number in Urdu. From 1968 to1995, my more than eight hundred articles in Urdu and in English have been published in Pakistan. Poetical works in Urdu are besides. In 1982 after I finished my manuscripts, I became sick, since twelve years I am in suspension, and still am in January 1995. All this lengthy introduction is only a prelude to what I intend to write now, namely, the dreams which could be called as visions which I saw during my life. Their interpretations have been mostly fulfilled. The dreams I saw during my life are countless. But the dreams which may be called as vision are about fourteen in number. To this day I remember their minutest detail. THE FIRST DREAM The first dream I saw in about 1923 in my early childhood. It was winter and I slept inside a room. In the north east corner of the room were placed three boxes one upon the other. And a few feet from the Boxes towards the south along with the eastern wall lay a water pitcher. My bed was three or four feet to the west. In my dream I saw a young boy which was made of slightly pinkish light, emerge from beneath the lowest box. He slowly approached the water pitcher and there lay his hands on the cup to remove it for filling it with water. On that instance I thought in my mind, that I was awake and beheld the boy. The boy also appeared to realize that I looked at him, and he leaving the cup stealthily moved towards the box from under which he had emerged, and there disappeared beneath it. Regarding some dreams I know the year or the date. But regarding others I have only a vague idea of the period. MY SECOND DREAM My second dream was a few years after first. I was only a boy. In my dream I saw that one of the rooms of our house in Soan Sakaser was in a state of dilapidation. The roof was not there, and, about two feet high walls stood there. The debris of the room was gathered behind the walls like a support. Presently I saw two beams of torch light from south playing on the north wall of the room. The wall appeared as if it was about four feet high and heard then a sound of the word ALARUM repeated a few times, ALARUM, ALARUM, ALARUM issuing from the south, that is the direction from which the beams of torchlight came, at a distance of a hundred years or so. Then I saw two horse-riders on their horses approaching from the place whence thousand of the word Alarum had issued in the south. The beams of the light which played on the wall actually issued from the foreheads of those two riders, and they by and by approached the dilapidated room. The two beams of the light dilly-dallied on the wall in unison with the movement of the foreheads of the two riders, just as the forehead of the rider usually moves up and down in unison with the steps of the walking horse. Without hesitation or pausing or looking on this way or that way, and advancing their horses and climbing up the eastern wall of the room and moving on the walls, and making a round on the three walls, that is the eastern, n

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

Gloomy tales

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-06-09 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

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Posted on: 2011-06-29 by sweetsleep

Last night, truly a couple nights ago, I had a dream that I have often. I was trying to physically fight someone (for reasons I can't recall) and every time I tried to punch her, it was like my arm moved in slow motion as though there was a strong rubber band holding my arm back. I couldn't get a good punch in to save my life! Somehow, I still won the fight though. IMD

Posted on: 2015-03-11 by Guest

I dreamt that I shot myself in the head. I felt the pain from it, but it stopped hurting immediately after. This took place in my friend's room aswell, I was sitting on her bed which had white sheets (I've heard that means something?) and suddenly had a gun. I put it to the side of my head and pulled the trigger.

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I work with computers

Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

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