Posted on: 2013-09-16 by Guest

So just about half a year ago I was dating a guy named Ricky he was everything I wanted in a boyfriend he was 3 years older than me but wasn't a problem for me since he was older I didnt know how to react without him thinking "she's still a little girl" were went to the same University and worked together then he transfered out of the job and got a replaced by David (current bf) things didnt end well with me and Ricky and slowly I started dating David took me a while to finally say yes to be his gf Ricky found out and he was angry but yet happy that I was happy. Just recently David said I love you and I couple of days later I said it too. And just yesterday Ricky came back into my life because the friends we share. The dream last night was I was at work and Ricky asked for myself hand in marriage while I was dating Ricky and I said yes! And rumors circulated that David was going to purpose and he did it was really cute and I said yes! In my dream I had two fiances. I'm obviously still not over Ricky I'm in love with him too. And scary thing is I'm visiting him down to San Diego super soon with a group of friends and I'm afraid I might cheat. I love David he's my first healthy & stable relationship but Ricky and I were fun (in the sense I was always happy) and David I have to be careful what I say all the time because he's sensitive

Posted on: 2014-12-11 by steampunkmaze

did you know that your sleeping ??? probubly not... you dont really know your asleep untill you wake up...and that feeling right when you wake up that your still in the dream...and your going insaine cus you dont know whats happening... and then you realize your in bed and it was just a dream... and before you know it your at school as if it was a normal day... as if you didnt just come out of an alternit universe where you were being draged down a hill in a dark forest by slenderman into hell... not being able to wake up... they say you have dreams becuase after a day of deamented, phycotic thoughts have to get ride of the insanity... when you dream i guess it usually repersentswhat your feeling or sared of, your guilt, and regrets... dreams help your sanity bebause when you wake up you think its "just" a dream... really its your thoughts put to reality... if your toughts were real... why do we think sutch insain things... a question iv had for a long time... am i scaring you yet ??? WAKE UP !!!



Posted on: 2015-04-05 by Guest

So I was at a party sitting alone when Zak Bagans From Ghost adventures came up to me and asked if I wanted to play a game. and when I said no,he got angry so I left. I ended up getting on a plane to London England where Pewdiepie picked me up like we were friends, then he was yelling at me for not playing the game so I left again. After words on another plane back home, Pewdiepie turned out to be the pilot and hugged and kissed me¿

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

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Posted on: 2012-09-01 by Guest

I had a dream my step father's aunt was trying to frame me for being a neo nazi. She got me a pink bedazzled sports bra that said 'Hitler did nothing wrong' and a shirt from Henry Ford museum with vintage cartoons on it that said the same thing. Then she proceeds to plant them in places where my parents can find them and get mad at me. Then I go to get a manicure and it turns out she works at the place so she puts nazi symbols on my nails against my will. Weird ass shit!

Posted on: 2018-01-21 by Guest

So, last night I had a dream that one of my friends and I kissed. To give a little background, we are both girls, 16, straight, and we run cross country and track together. In the dream, I don’t remember where we were but two of my other running friends were there too, about 20 feet away from us. My friend(call her D) and I were talking about something and I keep thinking that we kissed as a sort of “practice” for me. Well, we kissed and it felt good. There wasn’t any tongue involved but it was more than one kiss. D said something I don’t remember and then we kissed again. This time I started on her neck(no hickeys though) and as I kissed her neck she let out a little moan. I smiled when she did because then I knew I was doing okay(btw this was my first kiss in the dream and I still haven’t had a first kiss in real life). Next, I moved to D’s lips and we “made out” for a little bit(still no tongue). I remember that she wrapped her legs around me at some point and then the kiss ended. She went somewhere and I went over to my other friends earlier mentioned. I said, “I just had my first kiss with D” and we all started giggling. That’s all I remember. I don’t know what this dream means because I’ve never thought of doing any of that with D. Even in the dream, I really did enjoy the kisses and they felt good, but I never wanted to do anything more with D in the dream or in real life.

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

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Posted on: 2016-04-10 by AquaticSpy

So I had a dream that me and my girlfriend were not together anymore (idk how if we broke up or if we were even in a relationship in that dream, but I knew we had something) and that I got into a relationship with one of my friends(that's a girl) and I felt good and we started kissing and being close with each other but then I also missed my real life girlfriend and I was kinda heart broken that we were not together anymore and I kept looking for her and wanting to be with her and that's when I woke up. Can anyone help me and figure why I dreamt about this

Posted on: 2015-05-26 by Guest

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Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

I'm on a course at the moment

Posted on: 2017-02-27 by Guest

the only dreams I remember are the bad ones and I have been having this recurring dream since I was little. I was in my grandmas house and the room I had always slept in when I was there had these beautiful plates with these gorgeous Indian girls on them. and it was me and my brother in the same bed and the covers kept falling and I would fight to keep them over me and each time it would get colder and colder and harder to pull them up until I told my brother to stop I rolled over to be face to face with a black eyed figure that screaked. I tried to get away, but when my feet hit the floor. it grabbed my by the ankles and beat me to death with a chair

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

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Posted on: 2011-09-02 by DylanZzzz

Last Night I had a dream that I was on a bus and it came to a stop and I got off. As I walked past the seat's to the door I saw the interior of the bus in great detail. There were a couple of people in the bus, As soon as I got out of the bus I stood over near the bus stop and this blond lady with curls in her hair walked up to me. She said something in an Australian Accent then she stood next to me and I put my arm around her as if I knew her. I could feel the Fire of love burning inside me it was so great. She was wearing a black top and a orange skirt and she was very good looking. I hope this Is a precognitive dream. IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

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Posted on: 2014-11-21 by Stlouisfan33

After picking a pebble from underneath my thumbnail, I looked at the cavity it left and it turned into a small hole in a wall. I noticed a small capsule type pill and then a snake came down to inspect it. Then it emerged from the wall and came after me. While running away down the stairs I encountered a ferret and then a bobcat, like they were all chasing each other. I ran to the street where i encountered a man and suddenly a tornado started. I grabbed the mans hands so we wouldn't get carried away an suddenly a woman who I perceived as God (I am not religious) told me what I was thinking and it suddenly stopped. I was able to get away, climbing over books that were lacquered to the ground. I finally made it to my house to get a knife to kill the snake and the ferret appeared and ran away. While looking for it, my 3 year old daughter came up to me holding it and petting it like a cat. I took it from her and it bit me. I threw it in a cat carrier and ran back, with the knife, to kill the snake. When I returned my dad came running from where the snake was and said it was hiding under the bed. Just then I woke up and haven't stopped thinking about it all day. INTENSE!, and crazy!!

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: 2015-05-01 by Guest

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Posted on: 2014-05-26 by JH4K

Last night I had a dream that I didn't want to let go of. *WARNING* My dreams are weird I mean even other people say they're weird and since I am a teenage boy, they are sexual sometimes.. Because i woke up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep, this dream was connected to the last one. The previous dream I had me and my best friend Matt, found a drug ring/ drug house, we infiltrated it and called the cops immediately and were kind of town heroes. That is all I really remember. Now the main dream starts of with me in class siting next to my friend Matt while we watch the news story about us. Matt supposedly took a video of us infiltrating the house finding cocaine and other substances and it showed our faces. They put it on air, giving away our identities to anybody, even the dug lords who owned the house. I forgot to mention the house was empty. I panicked and told Matt why would he do that, he said we were fine, but I knew we weren't. Then men in black suits pulled me out of class, it was the CIA. They said the people were back in the drug ring and it was my job to go undercover and stop them. I looked outside the school windows and saw the house not even a football field away from my school. In real life I am apart of an anti drug group and I am an officer of that group. They said due to my authority in that group, it was my job to stop them. It then turned black and I was inside the house with the drug lords. They welcomed me to their business and didn't recognize me form the video at all. The group was made up of 3 teenage girls and one big male bodyguard. 2 girls were blonde, the other was the leader, she was actually of friend of mine in real life that I rarely see on occasion but yet was in my dream, Bella. She is very pretty in real life and so in the dream but for some reason in this dream I had some sexual attraction to her like no other, which I do not have in real life. Speaking of sex, on of the blonde girls was talking about how good the bodyguard was at sex and she even showed me a picture of them doing it on her phone to me. They told me they were planning an attack on the school. They said I should lead, so I did. As I walked towards the school I opened up the gym doors to maybe 40 kids, it was like nobody was in class at all. I scream "everybody run, the drug lords are here" I ran as the kids did. This is where it gets blurry. Even though the drug lords were in the school, no panic went throughout they just let the drug lords attack them which tire irons, knives, and other melee weapons. no police, no CIA, just me. I then saw Matt, I knew he was on my side. He was the only one panicking and he was with a girl I did not recognize. She said she needed a favor. In the midst of all this, it din;t sink in that people were dyeing and that we needed help immediately. I said if she gets the school to catch the drug lords, I will do any favor for her. I then turned around and not even a second after I said that, people were fighting back and capturing the lords easily, the numbers were too much for the drug lords. I even helped but single-handedly catching the big bodyguard. I rodeo-ed on his back and called for help, nobody came. He threw me off and for some reason fainted. Other dragged him to the lobby where we kept the 2 girls, and the bodyguard. Only my friend and the leader was left, Bella. I was looking for her knowing taking her out would be easy. She then blindsided me and started making out with me using telekinesis to tap and to my mind and say things like "were meant for each other" and "fuck me right now", I knew she did this to distract me, she was a femme fatale.. I couldn't resist and put her up against the wall whipped my dick out and took her pants of and put it inside her. For some reason she was even more beautiful in the dream than in real life. She was screaming at every thrust, but I knew this was bad, but I enjoyed it none the less. I immediately let go pulled my pants up and punched her. She was knocked out cold and when I arrived to the drug lord holding area, the police was there, and so was the CIA. They congratulated me and as the school cheered me I teleported to my mom's car with my sisters driving home from school, they were saying nonsense like "shrek is a nigger". Then somebody riding toddler big wheels cut us off. Then it ended. The last parts were weird but that sex was the most vivid I've ever had in a dream and I can't let go of it, any interpretations?. IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

Whereabouts in are you from?

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'm originally from Dublin but now live in Edinburgh

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

The United States

Posted on: 2012-08-03 by theRabbit

everything in this submission is nothing but the truth. even the ending paragraph. for further background information regarding "the Doctor," he is a man i frequently hallucinate. he wears all black leather jacket, black combat/cargo pants, and black combat boots. also he wears a black ski mask with a smile cut into the threading where his mouth is visible due to the cut. he tends to hit me, hard. the dream. Blinding light surrounds me. my eyes struggle to focus, let alone squint to try and dull the pure whiteness. the only thing visible in this blinding hell was the silhouette of a man walking towards me. he was laughing at my weakness. his laugh was familiar. still squinting, i could see no details on the man even though he was but inches from my breath. from what i could tell, he was wearing all black. the word familiar ringed through my skull once more. i was searching past him, for a structure, object, or anything other than this pain barring light, even a light switch would bring hope to end this torture. there were no walls. i was trapped in an infinite void with an unknown, yet familiar man before me. he spoke subtle words, mocking my weakness to the light. upon hearing his first syllable utter from his throat, i knew who he was. The Doctor. he grabbed my face and forced my eyes open, yelling for me to look into his eyes. i spit in his face and asked how i'm supposed to look at him when he wears a mask. i felt his cold knuckles meet my face, followed by the floor. blood. the first color to be seen from this hellish jail of white. his fingers clenched my shirt and pulled me to a sitting position. he pulled his mask off with no hesitation and yelled once more to look at him. his yells filled with rage. spit flying from the hole of his mouth landed on my face. i smirked. i told him i couldn't see with his spit in my eyes, so i spit my blood into his face. i took another punch. felt like a cinder block. his hand on my shirt kept me from falling back. i was laughing madly at his anger. he kept yelling. familiar is a word i never used too often, until this moment. his yells reminded me of my past. his anger. his punches. everything from my past was inside of his rage. he grabbed my face once more and forced my eyes open. for a brief moment i felt like i was gazing into a mirror. his face. my face. equal. he screamed with blood curdling rage, "remember." his fist right hooked into my temple. everything now was black. cold sweats sliding down the surface of skin. i could hear the air being tossed around by my ceiling fan. i was back in my room. breathing heavy. i knew i was awake from my dream, but an uneasy feeling was still settling in my mind. he was standing in the corner of my room. walking to my bed, sliding is mask on. kneeling towards me. whispering. "remember." i threw a punch but to no avail upon contact he vanished. Tonight the Doctor visited me in my sleep, and was waiting for my awakening.

Posted on: 2011-06-30 by Holliee

Last night in my dream, Lisa from the simpsons was talking to a lad online, they planned to meet up in the forest, Marge was suspicious and followed them, she his behind a tree with a red cloak on. Lisa had the same red cloak on, when she met the lad she thought he was perfect. She turned round and thought she took a glimpse of marge, Marge hid under an orange material a lot like the ruff back or a sponge so she wouldn't be seen. When lisa turned back to face her perfect man he was wearing a mask, a scary mask. He started shouting at her; He's not the person you think he is! He's a fake! Get away!. Then she screamed and ran home. Marge like the material she was under and cut a bit off and took it home. When Lisa got home she ran to the simpson basement and in the corner was that lad but with the mask on. She screamed and so did he, he grabbed hols of her arms tightly and said; He's not who you think he is! He;s fake!. She asked him who are you while crying with anger and fear, his reply was; I'm his imaginary friend. IMD

Posted on: 2012-07-16 by Guest

An old building. A book, large, bound in black leather, stiffened with age, heavy and thick. Realization. He must not have the book. He is evil. He is wickedness. For humanity, for our world, he must not have the book. And yet it is his, part of him. Family does not take me seriously. I scream, WE MUST FLEE! Get in my car, convince father to come. We Drive, and drive, anywhere. Men in dirty black furs and leather, black haired, angry, and bearing cruel, ancient steel weapons, axes, swords, no shields. They emerge from the side of the highway. I swerve to avoid them when I can, but they strike the car, hurling their bodies at it, completely unconcerned with thgeir own lives or the danger. A solid axe strike to the winshield shatters it. I am in the place I found the book. There, attached to the wall, bound by strands of acid spiderweb thick as cord, is a woman. She is naked, and her face is beauty and pain and sadness. Her body, what can be seen through the webbing, is criss-crossed with angry red welts, as though the webs burn as they imprison. I reach out, to tear the webbing away, to free her. she sadly shakes her head, and I know it is futile. He is coming. We must flee. WE MUST FLEE! Yet she is suffering, and I know her, she is I, if he captures me. I ask my father for the small, tiny knife I know he carries. I bring out the blade, and look her in the eye. She knows what I offer is a different kind of freedom. She gives a tiny nod, but it is the fear and gratitude in her eyes that tell me she is ready. Tearing at my soul, I grasp her hair. Roughly, I yank up. Without hesitation I draw the blade across her throat, as hard and sure as I can. It is a small blade, but sharp and my hand is steady. It has taken too long. He is there, and backing away I try to strike him with the knife. But it is a cross. A rosary from the Vatican. A gift from Craig. I strike him with a rosary, which burns and flings him away, his arm hurt, cut but not deeply. My sister will not believe me. Even my Father, who has seen strange men in black furs emerge and hurl themselves against the racing car, is confused. Craig is over. He believes. We flee in the car, but my father has forgotten the Book! It is at the house. We return to get it. My father has a car with no frame, like a jeep. Something incredibly fuel efficient. We will take that. I insist on driving, he accepts readily. But it is difficult to start, and my family's lack of belief, lack of fear has already delayed me. My father takes a moment to gloat, to explain the trick to starting the car. It is too much. There, in the passenger seat, is him. I know that Cruel, beardless chin. Those piercing brown eyes, so brown they are almost black in black. His hands are large, and his expression one of infinite evil. I gaze into his eyes, full of terror and resignation. Death would be better than capture, and briefly I wonder if I can find a way to die. I cannot. "So, this is the one who flees?" I nod, and offer him my wrists together, to bind or to cut. I am defeated. "Ha! He is no more than a gamer. He fled because he could do not other. And a good little rabbit, too. Led me on quite the chase. Do you know what will happen to you, little rabbit?" I know. I will suffer endlessly. I will have horrors without ending. If I cam lucky, he will eventually destroy me. "No, no luck. I will use you in dark rituals that will bind your soul to demons and you will be in endless hell. But first, you will serve me. Your fear is delicious, and you understand your place completely." We are in his place. It is cold stone and the smell of blood is there. I do whatever I can for my master. I fear the inevitable day of my endless torment, but... I am good at service. I am eager for his commands, and run to complete them. He has an apprentice, another servant, younger than I. But that boy does not understand quickly, and makes me seem more competent in contrast. He has two beautiful women servants. One hair blond as the sun, the other black as the night sky. The Blond is foolish and morally bankrupt, she serves not out of fear but a lust for power. The dark haired one is my ally. She tells me how he thinks, what he is like. She shares secret information. He is impressed with me. I have begun to help in the dark rituals. I have no hesitation, knowing that any day I may begin to suffer eternally, I commit blasphemy's with no doubt or guilt. I am also a natural... christopherleecruz@gmail.com for more

Posted on: 2013-04-06 by Guest

Last night I was 15 again and became intimate with a crush I had at 15. Then a teacher told us to stop. IMD