Posted on: 2014-02-10 by TF_GRIZZLY

Last night, well actually it was a couple of nights ago, I dreamed that i was in Utopia, but more realistic than the book, it looked like I was 500 years into the future, I was at a balcony looking down, and i seen a street car track going up the road and left of it was a park, you could see these trees, and beautiful green grass. Directly in front of me, I had seen these two statues, one was a figure of a roman centurion soldier on a horse, and the second statue was a statue of a Roman soldier pointing his finger in a direction, and there were soldiers behind him, and there was a big marble slab at the bottom and it read: "tropaeum" WTF does that mean? anyways i looked around, and the intersection seemed relatively quiet, as i saw only one sports car roll down the street. after watching the road, i had seen this woman walking towards my hotel, or whatever, i buzzed her in and when she came to me she gave me a sort of kiss as if we were married, or something, (BTW I am single, and 18) and this girl grabs my hand and brings me to the master bed room where i wake up. Well, I have to say that dream looked like the most modern dream i have ever had, Like, it felt as if i were actually there, i could smell the trees scent, the clouds were there in the beautiful bright blue sky, it was amazing but very, just different at the same time, i cant find a word for it. IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Nice to meet you



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: 2012-04-13 by Guest

i Dreamt that i was living with my exboyfriend in a basement, our life was perfect.



Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

I came here to work

Posted on: 2014-12-22 by Guest

I saw annie from attack on titan and she had awesome sex with me

Posted on: 2016-03-14 by Guest

i had the same dream almost daily for years. a little boy i go out to buy candy from the store down the building. i take the elevator and leave it at the ground floor, go out and into the shop buy my stuff, pay the man and come back to take the elevator up pressing to third floor where home was, instead the elevator darts down from the ground floor and gets faster and faster into the bottom of the earth, faster and faster until i cant breath anymore then it slows down and stops at a very deep place. i open the door slowly and see an old dusty and murky space with a low ceiling and dust loads dangling from everywhere,, i walk out the elevator then short brown and black demons come snatching me from all around, dozens and dozens and they tickle me to almost death.. i wake up breathless. i had this dream exactly the same three to four times a week between age 4-5 til 9-10 and it became a routine where i get ready for it before going to sleep. now listen to this, a few years later when i was 7 or 8, i started avoiding the elevator to take the building's spiral stairs down instead and what i got was a crocodile-like massive snake following me and twirling up and down the stairs behind me throughout all the 6 storey building.. each time i avoided the elevator fearing the abyss i got that terrifying snake.. now im 42, married, have a baby, became broke from the crisis and trying to get myself back in shape but forced into returning to the place which i hate and which causes me anxiety, to earn a living.. u tell me if there is a relation btwn my persisting childhood nightmares and my current condition..



Posted on: 2015-05-24 by Guest

What do you do?

Posted on: 2013-11-29 by Guest

In my dream the varsity tennis team that I was on at the time was running around our track at my high school when suddenly a meteor came towards us. The team ran to the field house which I guess protected them, but I did not make it was crushed by the meteor. Everything went black for a few moments and then I "woke" up in my dream staring at a computer screen that had my obituary on it from Google. I looked over my shoulder and saw a floor to ceiling mirror and looked into it. My eyes turned pitch black and then visions of people I loved bloomed onto the mirror. I watched a few people and then I woke up. There was no sound, I did not wake up in a sweat or rushed heart beat and I slept for a normal amount of time. It was the strangest dream I had ever had.

Posted on: 2015-05-27 by Guest

How do you know each other?

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

How many days will it take for the cheque to clear?

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'm self-employed

Posted on: 2015-05-09 by Guest

Last night i drempt sonething that left me thinking in doubt of somethings.The part that left me feeling a bit wierd was where i started kissing this guy i just see at school,i dont talk to him or anything.But where it scared me was that he turned into my brother but when i was kissing the guy it felt good but when i kissed him again and i looked at him and i saw he was my brother i was in wtf mode but still kissing him ...id like to know if someone knows what this mmeans.thanks if you know please tell me. 😊

Posted on: 2014-07-14 by Guest

Last night I dreamed I was walking down a sidewalk and there was a man at the other end, about 100 yards away. He was dressed in a purple suit with a bright red top hat. He was waving me to come towards him but I had no choice. Every step I took in his direction made he sidewalk behind me disappear. As I get closer the background fades from a bright green, fully alive forest to a gray dead forest. Once I finally reach the man, he simply smiles and puts his hand out like he is trying to hand me something. I always put my hand out and as soon as I touch him, I begin to fall while he just stands above me, smiles and waves. I have this dream about once a month and have for a few years now. Its the strangest and creepiest thing.

Posted on: 2016-04-30 by Tripper4

I was with someone I'm currently intrested in, it was her birthday and we where both working crappy jobs and living in a crappy apartment. I convinced her to let us both take the day off and got her out of the house, when she returned she discovered an easel and art supplies as well as a ring. I walked out from behind a wall and got down on one knee and proposed,she said yes. I then woke up smiling like an idiot and started crying upon realizing it was only a dream.

Posted on: 2010-12-28 by IceUser

Last night I was chased down by a lime green dear!! IMD

Posted on: 2014-08-28 by Guest

What I'm about to talk about is something that I'm a little hesitant to mention. I've kept it to myself, mostly, for the past few years and haven't spoken much about it to anyone. But, I've thought about it many times and lately almost every day. I don't know how to discuss it without it sounding a little crazy, so I guess the best way is to just tell every thing about it word for word. I'll be as honest as I can and try not to leave anything out. Here we go.... Back in 2011, I had a recurring dream every night for a few weeks. The best way I can describe it is by saying that, basically, I was on a beach chasing a girl I knew, but couldn't see. Let me explain. It was me, well, at least I thought it was me. It felt like me. I was chasing a girl on a beach. A girl that, apparently from what the dream was implying, I was deeply in love with. So much so that I'm not even sure there's words to describe such a feeling. Definitely nothing I've ever felt in my real life, while awake. Anyway, back to me. Like I said, it felt like me, but it didn't look like me. I was, physically, essentially a different person but I still felt like myself, if that makes sense. I was chasing this girl and I remember hearing lots of laughter. It was definitely a happy time. Each night that I had this dream, I would get closer and closer to catching up with whoever this mysterious girl was. Let's talk more about her. All I got from the dream was that she was my "true love". I put those words in parenthesis because I don't feel those words can really apply to something like this. She was more than a girlfriend, more than a wife, etc. She just felt like more to me. I remember her being slightly taller than most girls, but not by much. She was really quite skinny, but not in an unhealthy way. Black hair. Long, flowing black hair. Her skin was smooth and had a slightly pale complexion. She was wearing a dress, but I'm not sure what color. Another thing I remember, is her spirit. She was adventurous, willing to fight, stand her ground. She was the type to stick with you and have your back no matter what, even if it meant facing death. The kind of girl that attracts me the most because I'm the exact same way. I'm not sure how I know all of this, but the best I can say is that it was only implied somehow through the dream. Now, like I said, each night I would get closer and closer to catching up with her, and the closer I got, the more real it felt. Finally, on the last night of having this recurring dream, I got close enough that I could have touched her. I remember her laughing, and then turning her head to look back at me. What I saw took me aback, and even in the dream, I remember stopping and just looking straight ahead. What I saw was this girl, this mysterious, beautiful girl that I supposedly knew, looking back at me... but she had no face. That's right. She didn't have a face. Where there should have been eyes, nose and a mouth, was only a white nothingness. That's where the dream ended. I still can't seem to understand what the dream meant. It felt so real and familiar that I sometimes wonder if it could have been a memory, and not a dream at all. But, if it was a memory, where have I lived that before? I know believing in reincarnation or "past lives" isn't something for everyone, but I don't think it can be ruled out. It was too surreal. It felt like a far away place and time, but even so, still very familiar to me, almost like I would wake up and be where I was in the dream. Perhaps, it's a vision from the future. Maybe I'm being told something good is coming my way, but that it won't be so obvious at first. What really chills me to think about is how much love and happiness I felt. So much so, that I don't think anyone in this life could replicate it. How familiar it all felt. I knew this girl. Yet, I didn't know her name and I couldn't see her face. I looked different too, like I said. If it hadn't been for how I felt, I wouldn't have recognized it as myself. To this day, I can still picture everything so clearly that a picture could be drawn up from my description alone, even down to the sand dunes and seagulls flying in the air. If anyone does read all of this, would you mind offering up opinions on what it could be? I can only gain so much insight looking at it from my own perspective. Also, has anyone else ever had dreams that were similar to this? Hopefully, in time, it will get clearer.

Posted on: 2015-12-02 by Guest

I had a dream that I was in abandoned mansion with my sister and her friend. we all splitted up and then all of a sudden we all meet by some stairs. we herd a voice that was coming down the basement, and then my sister went runing down stairs after I told her not to go. so me and my sisters friend went after her and we both tripped. all the way down stairs and it was really dark at the bottom we could see anything. After that I woke up. I really want to know what this means because this isn't the first time I dream about this.

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'd like to withdraw $100, please

Posted on: 2014-07-12 by Guest

Last night in my dream I was on public transport with strangers who in my dream were my friends. Left next to me stood someone I could not see but I somehow knew he had black hair , light brown skin and that he was Nice. I dont know him in real life but in my dream he was a crush. I slowly leaned into him to rest my head on the right Side of his chest to see if he would accept me. He didn't do anything and suddenly I knew I was accepted and a warm feeling spread through me. Then he wrote down his email and cellphone number down for me. The next moment I was at a funeral and I knew it was his. I felt empty almost emotionless and I knew I had to stay strong and comfort his family and his and mine friends.

Posted on: 2014-10-25 by Guest

I had a dream my grandmother with Alzheimer's was at my house and we were on our back porch and suddenly I feel an ant bit my foot, I look down and at the time I don't recall seeing them, I may have but I don't remember it, then since I felt so many biting my foot I decide to go and jump in the pool to get them off, I realise there is ants in the water but it's too late I jumped in there, after that I black out meaning I guess they killed me. Now, my foot that got bit is numb. When I woke up the first second, it felt as you know that feeling when your foot or leg or hand goes to sleep, my whole body was asleep and I honestly thought I was going to die. Please please help me I'm so so scared.

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

Are you a student?

Posted on: 2011-09-24 by Guest

Last night, I dreamt I was at the beach with my friend Scott. Then later I was on the street with some friends, my friend Kat, and my friend Shennon. We had this google map thing on her phone and we were looking where apparently my house USED to be, because it was destroyed by a hurricane or a crazy person or something? Idk. But then we were at school and Abby was there... she seemed very distracted and discombobulated... And then I had like frozen ice cream, in a box. o.0 And then I was in my room, and we played spin the bottle with a lot of people htat was like ironic....because I like/had liked them all at one point... And then I was like dating this guy I liked a long time ago, Raymond... it was kind of cute but odd. But not really. But i had an OK time, IMD.

Posted on: 2017-04-28 by Guest

Last night I walked into my sisters room in my old house, saw her sitting on her computer, and an old male friend sitting on the bed wearing bright pink yoga pants with no shirt messing around on his phone. I proceeded to ask for some white glue. My friend in the yoga pants gives me some rubber cement, which i take, but again ask my sister for white glue. She asks why i need it so bad. I reply, IDK and leave the room IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

We're at university together