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Posted on: 2019-04-20 by Guest

I saved my family



Posted on: 2019-04-14 by tina crum

I don’t remember the start or end of this dream, but what I remember felt very realistic, as most of my dreams do. I lived in a pretty high end neighborhood. I don’t think the person I was in the dream was me but another person, although it kinda felt like my personality, our bodies were different. For what I can recall, I was riding a bike with a friend group. It was night and we were in my neighborhood. I don’t remember thinking it was high end, I just remember thinking it looked nice. The street lights paved the way for us along with the moonlight. It all looked like a movie set. We were heading home, or to my home. Tomorrow I would supposedly be going to a new school so they dropped me off to get some rest. Going in the home, it seemed unfamiliar but familiar; like going back to a place from childhood but it obviously changed causing unfamiliarity. School time. Usually my school dreams are a mash of all the schools I’ve been too or completely different. It was unlike all the other school dreams I’ve had. The halls were narrow and would go on forever and stairs appeared out of nowhere. I had a whole bunch of classes but one stood out; it was called Harvard class. Class groups would have to figure out a crime case with the available clues in the room, and just in the room, but my group somehow found an invisible barrier to a new clue area. It looked like a large mansion on the inside with small floors. Each floor was an style of housing until it got to the modern floor, which was at the bottom. It reminded me of the old house with the rose window in Part II of the OA, but it didn’t look like it; maybe it was just the feeling of it. We looked around the house for clues, but it seemed so real, like someone’s actual home. The other two in my group were off on their own narrative, which seemed like a cheesy romcom, so I stayed out of they’re way and looked for clues. I got to the bottom floor and there was a guy leaned over the kitchen counter, he seemed fake. I called the other two down to investigate. Suddenly a voice yelled at us from a back hall that lead to the entrance. We started to run like they were chasing us. We ran out that back door to a pool area and over the fence. It was my neighborhood. We had left the class and into my neighborhood. It was night again. We road on bikes in the same path as before, same lighting, and back to my house. It wasn’t like one of those awful replay dreams that some people have were a dream replays over and over while it feels like it’s playing over and over in the background, it was more like the idea of a loop. The same thing would happen every day just we got more into the case every time, except one day. We jumped the fence but this time it was daytime. The bikes we were riding on was now a long multi seated bike. I was driving people from a park to the neighborhood where their homes were. One girl and her mom seemed familiar. I was dropped into a conversation about a creator of our world and the problem with pinning down what we think they are and aren’t. It was me talking but I wasn’t thinking about that topic, I was think “how the ‘crease’ didn’t I get here?” That’s all I remember.

Posted on: 2019-04-14 by tina crum

Last night I don’t remember the start or end of this dream, but what I remember felt very realistic, like most of my dreams do. I lived in a pretty high end neighborhood. I don’t think the person I was in the dream was me but another person, although it almost felt like my personality, our bodies were different. For what I can recall, I was riding a bike with a friend group. It was night and we were in my neighborhood. I don’t remember thinking it was high end, I just remember thinking it looked nice. (don’t worry it gets interesting) The street lights paved the way for us along with the moonlight. It all looked like a movie set. We were heading home, or to my home. Tomorrow I would supposedly be going to a new school so they dropped me off to get some rest. Going in the home it seemed unfamiliar but familiar; like going back to a place from childhood but it obviously changed, causing unfamiliarity. School time Usually my school dreams are a mash of all the schools I’ve been too or completely different. It was unlike all the other school dreams I’ve had. The halls were narrow and would go on forever and stairs appeared out of nowhere. I had a whole bunch of classes but one stood out; it was called Harvard class. (which is funny cause I never think about Harvard but apparently I do subconsciously) The teacher reminded me of a principal from an abstract Canadian cartoon, “Nightmare at School”, which is ironic cause this didn’t feel like a nightmare. (also I don’t understand why I would dream about that character, even vaguely, because I usually dream of things I see the on the present day, while I saw that cartoon about three days ago. That’s just not like my usual dreaming habits. Anyways, the class groups would have to figure out a crime case with the available clues in the room, and just in the room, but my group somehow found an invisible barrier to a new clue area. It looked like a large mansion on the inside with small floors. Each floor was a style of housing leasing to modern floor, which was at the bottom. It reminded me of the old house with the rose window in Part II of the OA, but it didn’t look like it; maybe it was just the feeling of it. We looked around the house for clues, but it seemed so real, like someone’s actual home. The other two in my group were off on their own narrative, which seemed like a cheesy romcom, so I stayed out of they’re way and looked for clues. (Maybe they were he characters in the movie set feeling I described earlier) I got to the bottom floor and there was a guy leaned over the kitchen counter; he seemed fake. I called the other two down to investigate. Suddenly a voice yelled at us from a back hall that lead to the entrance. We started to run like they were chasing us. We ran out that back door to a pool area and over the fence. It was my neighborhood. We had left the class and into my neighborhood. It was night again. We road on bikes in the same path as before, same lighting, and back to my house. It wasn’t like one of those awful replay dreams that some people have were a dream replays over and over while it feels like it’s playing over and over in the background, it was more like the idea of a loop. The same thing would happen every day- classes, lunch (always sushi) and then Harvard class- we just got more into the case every time. One day, it was different. We jumped the fence but this time it was daytime. The bikes we were riding on was now a long multi seated bike. I was driving people from a park to the neighborhood where their homes were. One girl and her mom seemed familiar. I was dropped into a conversation about the possible creator of our world and the problem with pinning down what we think they are and aren’t. It was me talking but I wasn’t thinking about that topic, I was thinking “how the ‘crease’ didn’t I get here?” That’s all I remember. IMD



Posted on: 2019-04-14 by tina crum

Last night I don’t remember the start or end of this dream, but what I remember felt very realistic, like most of my dreams do. I lived in a pretty high end neighborhood. I don’t think the person I was in the dream was me but another person, although it almost felt like my personality, our bodies were different. For what I can recall, I was riding a bike with a friend group. It was night and we were in my neighborhood. I don’t remember thinking it was high end, I just remember thinking it looked nice. (don’t worry it gets interesting) The street lights paved the way for us along with the moonlight. It all looked like a movie set. We were heading home, or to my home. Tomorrow I would supposedly be going to a new school so they dropped me off to get some rest. Going in the home it seemed unfamiliar but familiar; like going back to a place from childhood but it obviously changed, causing unfamiliarity. School time Usually my school dreams are a mash of all the schools I’ve been too or completely different. It was unlike all the other school dreams I’ve had. The halls were narrow and would go on forever and stairs appeared out of nowhere. I had a whole bunch of classes but one stood out; it was called Harvard class. (which is funny cause I never think about Harvard but apparently I do subconsciously) The teacher reminded me of a principal from an abstract Canadian cartoon, “Nightmare at School”, which is ironic cause this didn’t feel like a nightmare. (also I don’t understand why I would dream about that character, even vaguely, because I usually dream of things I see the on the present day, while I saw that cartoon about three days ago. That’s just not like my usual dreaming habits. Anyways, the class groups would have to figure out a crime case with the available clues in the room, and just in the room, but my group somehow found an invisible barrier to a new clue area. It looked like a large mansion on the inside with small floors. Each floor was a style of housing leasing to modern floor, which was at the bottom. It reminded me of the old house with the rose window in Part II of the OA, but it didn’t look like it; maybe it was just the feeling of it. We looked around the house for clues, but it seemed so real, like someone’s actual home. The other two in my group were off on their own narrative, which seemed like a cheesy romcom, so I stayed out of they’re way and looked for clues. (Maybe they were he characters in the movie set feeling I described earlier) I got to the bottom floor and there was a guy leaned over the kitchen counter; he seemed fake. I called the other two down to investigate. Suddenly a voice yelled at us from a back hall that lead to the entrance. We started to run like they were chasing us. We ran out that back door to a pool area and over the fence. It was my neighborhood. We had left the class and into my neighborhood. It was night again. We road on bikes in the same path as before, same lighting, and back to my house. It wasn’t like one of those awful replay dreams that some people have were a dream replays over and over while it feels like it’s playing over and over in the background, it was more like the idea of a loop. The same thing would happen every day- classes, lunch (always sushi) and then Harvard class- we just got more into the case every time. One day, it was different. We jumped the fence but this time it was daytime. The bikes we were riding on was now a long multi seated bike. I was driving people from a park to the neighborhood where their homes were. One girl and her mom seemed familiar. I was dropped into a conversation about the possible creator of our world and the problem with pinning down what we think they are and aren’t. It was me talking but I wasn’t thinking about that topic, I was thinking “how the ‘crease’ didn’t I get here?” That’s all I remember. IMD

Posted on: 2019-04-07 by Guest

I dreamt I was on a bus and I jumped off of it because I saw my choir teacher with my classmates having a picnic and I was happy when I did something I shouldn’t have done and right out of nowhere my left hand had been cut off and when i woke up in the dream my hand was still there but somehow I knew that I had surgery on my face. I had walked back to school or I think but anyway it was around lunchtime and I saw my best friend Aj but he couldn’t hear me so I yelled hey over and over again and then when he finally heard meI vanished and appeared in the dining area of my house with my brother in front of me looking like a fat white girl with an ugly ass hair style saying the girl he knew did something him which made him look like this. I had woken up but I didn’t because I was in the dining room again with my little brother and I seeing a black snake roaming around in our house I thought about getting my gloves so I wouldn’t feel the bite and tried to find a good knife but all of our knives weren’t sharp enough and then I really woke up this time. Also in the second part of the dream I tried telling my brother about what happened to me and him because I thought I had woken up but now that i’m really awake I am afraid I already told my brother about the dream because the dream felt like it really happened. This dream has messed up my sense of time because it was in the morning during those two dreams making me think two days had passed but only 1 day had passed in the real world. This is the end of my dream-April 6th or 7th.



Posted on: 2019-04-07 by Guest

My dream is to get accepted into Stanford University of California and become a successful worker in the medical field.

Posted on: 2019-04-04 by Guest

April 4, 2019 - Last night I decided to take a nap after a lunch shift at work. My dream was absolutely unreal but at the same time made a huge impact on my conscious. It started in my room, I was playing fortnite. My cousin Ethan walks in and tells me to go look in my bathroom for a visitor. There was this girl in my bathtub completely cut off from the outside world with tarp and curtains covering every angle or opening. Her name was Haley. She had told me that whenever she would step outside of the tub her face would start to become fuzzy and she would start to decimate. Obviously that sounds crazy but we tried to prove her statement and because of it being a dream she was right. 5 steps outside of her man-made cave-like home inn my bathroom, and she would start to disappear almost. Over the course of the dream I built a strong relationship with Haley. Her social media, her past life, everything she had before she started to disappear was normal like every other teenage girl. She had a phone, which she would text me with when I wasn’t in my bathroom. She had a laptop to keep her busy. But she didnt tell anyone in her life except for me and my cousin about what was happening to her. There were no probable reasons for this and I eventually told my mother about it which she found as a joke. The relationship I had between Haley and me was so strong. I would cry everytime I came to that bathroom, I would sit and cry because she couldn’t experience the world like she had used to. I was practically in love with this female in my dream that had a make-believe condition where she started to disappear when she left her hole. I was scared for her, I was confused. I tried so hard to bring her outside of it and see what would happen but she was too scared as well. I was head over heels over this girl and I had never even seen her stand up-right. One morning, in my dream still, me and my cousin had gone to the bathroom to visit her after being away from home all day and the door was sealed shut with ice. We started getting anxious and knocking down all the ice in the way and as we were getting closer we noticed blood everywhere in the ice. Eventually we came to a frozen pile of body parts and bones. At that exact moment, I had never felt any lower in my entire life. I virtually understood that girl more than anything I have ever had to understand in my life. She made me happy everytime I laid eyes on her and she just left... No goodbyes, no last words, and nothing to remember her by except for this document of my dream. IMD

Posted on: 2019-03-31 by Guest

So I keep having this dream where I’m at this cave and I walk in the cave is really big and really long. I walk to the end of the Cave and stop. I look around me and nothing happend then the floor dissipears and turns into lava then into insects then is just gone. So I’m falling and falling and falling and then I hit solid ground and I wake up. I’m thirsty so I go into the kitchen to get some water when I see this glowing white and gold door. I open it and there is a staircase made of cloud. I walk down it and when I get to the bottom I see this bright white room and a well in th middle of it. I walk over to the well because I’m thirsty and u pull on the rope to bring the bucket up. When the bucket comes up I cup my hands and scoop it into my hands. I didn’t realize that I was drinking blood until I opened my eyes. I spat it out and was wiping my mouth on my sleeve when I felt a stab in my back. I turned around and saw a satin like figure with a bloody knife in his hand. He stabbed my head and then pushed me into the well and I drowned. I have been having this dream since I was 6.

Posted on: 2019-03-31 by Guest

So I keep having this dream where I’m at this cave and I walk in the cave is really big and really long. I walk to the end of the Cave and stop. I look around me and nothing happend then the floor dissipears and turns into lava then into insects then is just gone. So I’m falling and falling and falling and then I hit solid ground and I wake up. I’m thirsty so I go into the kitchen to get some water when I see this glowing white and gold door. I open it and there is a staircase made of cloud. I walk down it and when I get to the bottom I see this bright white room and a well in th middle of it. I walk over to the well because I’m thirsty and u pull on the rope to bring the bucket up. When the bucket comes up I cup my hands and scoop it into my hands. I didn’t realize that I was drinking blood until I opened my eyes. I spat it out and was wiping my mouth on my sleeve when I felt a stab in my back. I turned around and saw a satin like figure with a bloody knife in his hand. He stabbed my head and then pushed me into the well and I drowned. I have been having this dream since I was 6.

Posted on: 2019-03-31 by Guest

So I keep having this dream where I’m at this cave and I walk in the cave is really big and really long. I walk to the end of the Cave and stop. I look around me and nothing happend then the floor dissipears and turns into lava then into insects then is just gone. So I’m falling and falling and falling and then I hit solid ground and I wake up. I’m thirsty so I go into the kitchen to get some water when I see this glowing white and gold door. I open it and there is a staircase made of cloud. I walk down it and when I get to the bottom I see this bright white room and a well in th middle of it. I walk over to the well because I’m thirsty and u pull on the rope to bring the bucket up. When the bucket comes up I cup my hands and scoop it into my hands. I didn’t realize that I was drinking blood until I opened my eyes. I spat it out and was wiping my mouth on my sleeve when I felt a stab in my back. I turned around and saw a satin like figure with a bloody knife in his hand. He stabbed my head and then pushed me into the well and I drowned. I have been having this dream since I was 6.

Posted on: 2019-03-27 by DaBlackBlade

I had another dream of that island. The one where it is in the olden days of rifles, farming and fishing villages, castles, and mysteries. Every time I have these dreams it’s the same thing. I meet a Zora boy, a half-man half-mermaid, who shows me the mystical silver temple in the distance. One you can see miles off the coast, with waves crashing into the shinning silver stones protruding the ocean sea creating a shimmering mist in the rays of the sun, that no one seems to talk about save for one individual. The boy points to the temple and beckons me to go there myself. Before were done interacting, a local shoots at the boy before he runs into the waves and disappears forever. I also notice that the tide lines in the rocks of the island I stand on seem to have the same silver shine as the place in the distance; I always ponder the connection. One point after these occurrences, I vicariously live through a guard who is protecting a gate somewhere on this island. Whilst protecting, two people, a man and a boy who are brothers, come and try to pass through the gate I’m protecting. They always back me into a corner and then into a small crevice only I can slightly hide in. They attempt to harm me every time; either with a sword, dagger, shears or anything along those lines, I usually cry for help. They conspire to find more creative ways to kill or mutilate me one way or another. Most times, once they start hurting me, my conscious observes through the eyes of another guard who catches the perpetrators attempting to kill this innocent guard. Sometimes the two people managed to cut the guards leg off, other times it is serious beating but it is always never fatal. But when the second guard comes, he kills the young boy either with a crossbow or a sword, each time is different. Together with other guards the older brother is apprehended and then imprisoned. This is where the guards proceed to dismember the man; they also keep him alive. Once his arms and legs are gone, he is left to rot in a cell with the images of his younger brother bleeding to death and the images of the torture master’s lifeless eyes as he coldly saws off his body parts. I get to the village and ask questions regard the silver temple. I Usually get blank stares or the locals shudder at the words of the temple, this concerns me. After I ask many people, I get directed to a certain man who is the only one who knows about this temple and is the only one who will talk to me. He tells me that it is impossible to get to the silver temple and I should not go there in the first place. I squeeze the information out of him through force most time before we’re on our way. I never remember the exact details of the journey to this temple, just that the boat ride crashes relentlessly back and fourth. Most times I eventually wake up after the journey, and evidence points to the conclusion that the boat must have crashed and I got knocked unconscious. The temple is cold and flooded with black water; nothing I would have imagined from the sights of the place from a distance which looked like a place made by the gods. I should have known from the reactions of the people back in the village, or the man who led me here; nevertheless, I was here, and it is scary as all hell. I’m at the top of a broken stairwell that leads into this darkened water but as I look closer into the depths below I see bodies. Half decayed, lifeless, blue tinged and putrid. As I try to swim, they all come alive, and they all come after me. They bite and tear at my flesh; I have no chance to get out of here alive. I start sinking, I am terrified. I hold my breath and struggle as they drag me to hell. But the moment I let go and ingest the black water my wounds are healed, the bite marks no longer pain me, and the undead stop trying to kill me. I become one of them. Why did the young Zora boy want me to come to this place? Did he know?

Posted on: 2019-03-27 by DaBlackBlade

Last night I had another dream of that island. The one where it is in the olden days of rifles, farming and fishing villages, castles, and mysteries. Every time I have these dreams it’s the same thing. I meet a Zora boy, a half-man half-mermaid, who shows me the mystical silver temple in the distance. One you can see miles off the coast, with waves crashing into the shinning silver stones protruding the ocean sea creating a shimmering mist in the rays of the sun, that no one seems to talk about save for one individual. The boy points to the temple and beckons me to go there myself. Before were done interacting, a local shoots at the boy before he runs into the waves and disappears forever. I also notice that the tide lines in the rocks of the island I stand on seem to have the same silver shine as the place in the distance; I always ponder the connection. One point after these occurrences, I vicariously live through a guard who is protecting a gate somewhere on this island. Whilst protecting, two people, a man and a boy who are brothers, come and try to pass through the gate I’m protecting. They always back me into a corner and then into a small crevice only I can slightly hide in. They attempt to harm me every time; either with a sword, dagger, shears or anything along those lines, I usually cry for help. They conspire to find more creative ways to kill or mutilate me one way or another. Most times, once they start hurting me, my conscious observes through the eyes of another guard who catches the perpetrators attempting to kill this innocent guard. Sometimes the two people managed to cut the guards leg off, other times it is serious beating but it is always never fatal. But when the second guard comes, he kills the young boy either with a crossbow or a sword, each time is different. Together with other guards the older brother is apprehended and then imprisoned. This is where the guards proceed to dismember the man; they also keep him alive. Once his arms and legs are gone, he is left to rot in a cell with the images of his younger brother bleeding to death and the images of the torture master’s lifeless eyes as he coldly saws off his body parts. I get to the village and ask questions regard the silver temple. I Usually get blank stares or the locals shudder at the words of the temple, this concerns me. After I ask many people, I get directed to a certain man who is the only one who knows about this temple and is the only one who will talk to me. He tells me that it is impossible to get to the silver temple and I should not go there in the first place. I squeeze the information out of him through force most time before we’re on our way. I never remember the exact details of the journey to this temple, just that the boat ride crashes relentlessly back and fourth. Most times I eventually wake up after the journey, and evidence points to the conclusion that the boat must have crashed and I got knocked unconscious. The temple is cold and flooded with black water; nothing I would have imagined from the sights of the place from a distance which looked like a place made by the gods. I should have known from the reactions of the people back in the village, or the man who led me here; nevertheless, I was here, and it is scary as all hell. I’m at the top of a broken stairwell that leads into this darkened water but as I look closer into the depths below I see bodies. Half decayed, lifeless, blue tinged and putrid. As I try to swim, they all come alive, and they all come after me. They bite and tear at my flesh; I have no chance to get out of here alive. I start sinking, I am terrified. I hold my breath and struggle as they drag me to hell. But the moment I let go and ingest the black water my wounds are healed, the bite marks no longer pain me, and the undead stop trying to kill me. I become one of them. Why did the young Zora boy want me to come to this place? Did he know? IMD

Posted on: 2019-03-17 by Guest

I had a dream i was on a bus to go home after visiting some family. After the bus was moving everythibg was going smooth but then man didnt see the bus because it was coming so fast that he got hit and killed by the bus. All of us on the bus started yelling at the driver that he killed that guy and we were crying upset distraught and the driver didnt care and turned around and told us to stop telling him how to drive or we would regret it.. Shortly after that on both sides all over the roads bus route so many dead bloody bodies laying there on the left even a red car that had been slammed into a wall and a headless body outside of it and another mangled bodies arm hanging out.... Again everyone began panicking and the driver began laughing...inside myself i was horrified but i left my expression emotionless so i wouldnt look suspicious to the driver as i was trying to send a message for help to my family and telling them i was on bus 209 and that they were going to kill us all on board. It took a while to send it and in the time i was trying to send it a few men scagtered throughout the bus as well as the driver began walking about the bus.. Picking a choosing certain randon people to kill... Some they tortured before hand some they killed brutally and others theyd simply stab them or shoot them. . the bus was out of control on a highway at this point.. So as many of us aboard the bus shifted our weight to sides of the bus to direct/steer it as best we could. Next thing i recall was the bus was at a dead stop and a bunch of police barricaded the bus and a news anchor came aboard and one of the men in front of me had the ability to control their thoughts beliefs and understandings. And i stood up to him and told the news anchor everything over and over again until she snapped out of his spell and horrified she jumped off yhe bus and left. At this point we were all off the bus.. The good people and the evil people and there happened to be a building everyone posted up in and around .. I tried sneaking away from the evil guys posted up outside and happened to find my way to the bavk of the building where 3 sweet happy women were laying there enjoying music in the distance and the stars in the sky.. They smiled and looked at me and told me they were wondering how long it would take me to get back there to them. I told them i was afraid i told them everything and told them they coule come around the corner any minute and kill us. They just smiled and grabbed my hand and told me they cant hurt you especially when i was there with them they stood up and asked me.. Do you know how?? I didnt know what exactly she meant then they begN flying 2 on the left of me 1 on the right of me.. Guuding me through the air passing windows of happy families..beautiful apartments homes and uo into the sky and after struggling for a minute it was like the flying became normal and nature to me... Next thing i knew and realized we were all doves flying together through the air.. And i was happy and felt safe and free gentle open loved and pure all at the same time then i woke up

Posted on: 2019-03-17 by StevieNickzz

I had a dream i was on a bus to go home after visiting some family. After the bus was moving everythibg was going smooth but then man didnt see the bus because it was coming so fast that he got hit and killed by the bus. All of us on the bus started yelling at the driver that he killed that guy and we were crying upset distraught and the driver didnt care and turned around and told us to stop telling him how to drive or we would regret it.. Shortly after that on both sides all over the roads bus route so many dead bloody bodies laying there on the left even a red car that had been slammed into a wall and a headless body outside of it and another mangled bodies arm hanging out.... Again everyone began panicking and the driver began laughing...inside myself i was horrified but i left my expression emotionless so i wouldnt look suspicious to the driver as i was trying to send a message for help to my family and telling them i was on bus 209 and that they were going to kill us all on board. It took a while to send it and in the time i was trying to send it a few men scagtered throughout the bus as well as the driver began walking about the bus.. Picking a choosing certain randon people to kill... Some they tortured before hand some they killed brutally and others theyd simply stab them or shoot them. . the bus was out of control on a highway at this point.. So as many of us aboard the bus shifted our weight to sides of the bus to direct/steer it as best we could. Next thing i recall was the bus was at a dead stop and a bunch of police barricaded the bus and a news anchor came aboard and one of the men in front of me had the ability to control their thoughts beliefs and understandings. And i stood up to him and told the news anchor everything over and over again until she snapped out of his spell and horrified she jumped off yhe bus and left. At this point we were all off the bus.. The good people and the evil people and there happened to be a building everyone posted up in and around .. I tried sneaking away from the evil guys posted up outside and happened to find my way to the bavk of the building where 3 sweet happy women were laying there enjoying music in the distance and the stars in the sky.. They smiled and looked at me and told me they were wondering how long it would take me to get back there to them. I told them i was afraid i told them everything and told them they coule come around the corner any minute and kill us. They just smiled and grabbed my hand and told me they cant hurt you especially when i was there with them they stood up and asked me.. Do you know how?? I didnt know what exactly she meant then they begN flying 2 on the left of me 1 on the right of me.. Guuding me through the air passing windows of happy families..beautiful apartments homes and uo into the sky and after struggling for a minute it was like the flying became normal and nature to me... Next thing i knew and realized we were all doves flying together through the air.. And i was happy and felt safe and free gentle open loved and pure all at the same time then i woke up

Posted on: 2019-03-16 by Guest

Last night I had a strange dream. I came into class and the assignment was to read a story I wrote (I had written the story in the waking world) and criticize me about it. I was shocked because I had never told anyone about it. I read the story/what I could remember of it and it was a backstory to one of my characters. I woke up after I was done reading, pleasantly surprised that I could remember most of the dream. I liked how dreaming-me could come up with something that awake-me had never thought of. IMD

Posted on: 2019-03-11 by LindseyMH

A bus or tram was coming up a hill from a shore, which had flooded, perhaps at high tide or for some other reason. The vehicle was following tracks laid into the road when, passing through water, an electrical failure caused everyone in the bus to be electrocuted. Looking inland, a tower block had similarly been affected by the flood/water/electricity. There were signs of fire—half of the facade was black —and everyone had died. A group of us realised we should have been among those people and that we now had nowhere to go and no supplies but that we would need to head inland, to higher ground. We seemed to be in Central or Eastern Europe because someone suggested going to stay with a friend at an apartment in Corfu, which would involve a trip to the south west of our location. The group realised they were suddenly refugees. None of this bears any relation to my current interests nor to anyone, place or thing in my own life. I’m recording it here because the dream felt objective—I was observing events unfold without feeling that I was invested in them or that I was a part of them, and the symbols seemed strong—and in these ways it is similar to a few dreams I’ve had which have been prophetic.

Posted on: 2019-03-05 by thyme2combust

Once I dreamed that someone dropped their pants for me and showed me their banana... but it was a literal banana.

Posted on: 2019-03-05 by thyme2combust

So last night I dreamed that I was in this creepy mansion and the little girl in the mansion was the only person that could see me. Like an imaginary friend.. I protected her from dangers and comforted her while she was sad... but also for some reason I taught her how to banish evil spirits and how to contact the dead. I’m a weird friend I guess. Lol.

Posted on: 2019-03-05 by egerRobert

My alarm clock always rings at 12am and i wake up and set my timer to snooz.(And that for about an hour) And I dreamed the whole time that I overslept and get ready for work. After i really woke up it felt like i did it like 100 times just like in the movie Groundhog Day.

Posted on: 2019-03-03 by Guest

Water falling from the ceiling and felling up the room

Posted on: 2019-02-26 by Guest

Thousands of meteors crashing into our atmosphere. Many were large enough to hit buikdings. People were searching for shelter in large brick buildings like schools and government buildings. It was a bombardment of them by the thousands. Sky was filled with them. Many were crying and praying expecting a large extinct level one to hit at any moment.

Posted on: 2019-02-16 by Guest

So my dream started with me just staring and a little tiny white dog. Next to me was my friend I knew in real life. Another irl friend had transformed into the dog and was sitting in a crate. I reached my hand for him, but I pulled my hand back at the last second... I have a crush on the irl friend too. I told him about it and he just wanted to know why he was a dog XD

Posted on: 2019-02-15 by Guest

Rahim called I jumped over to Riva De Lago where Pavan was chilling with a bunch of munnas. One of the munnas was older, his face was heating up Pavan dodged me like it was his job

Posted on: 2019-02-14 by Smokey424

Had about 3 dreams over 2 weeks this was one that stuck Out the most.id appreciate any help in its meaning. There was some sort of rivalry btween mine and another family.an attractive girl starts comin on to me.i go with it n agree to meet in old carpark round back of red lion(a local pub this was in my town).theres somthin familer about her i realise at some point iv seen her before she’s part of the otha family.its late no one around.i rig up a tape deck connected to a ballon that auto inflates(to get it outa there if something happens).she comes we talk for bit then she gets tangled and the ballon pulls her up i grab rope but every time i pull it the ballon callapses n she smacks the ground then it reinflates and pulls her up agen.i could’nt save her i tryed a couple more times but i carnt get her.i let go in the end and could do nothing but stand there frozen watchin her float away with a deep feeling of dred i think i killed her.i start to realise the tape deck is still connected and got my voice onit did she say my name?.i get outa there gota get home i go out back way walkin up derby road and walk in an appartment buildin then realise im lost is this a hospital?im not sure i even remember where home is aargh wtf.i get my phone out to check maps but it wont load n im so confused n worred.then i wake up still feelin confused n worryed.

Posted on: 2019-02-14 by Smokey424

Had about 3 dreams over 2 weeks this was one that stuck Out the most.id appreciate any help in its meaning. There was some sort of rivalry btween mine and another family.an attractive girl starts comin on to me.i go with it n agree to meet in old carpark round back of red lion(a local pub this was in my town).theres somthin familer about her i realise at some point iv seen her before she’s part of the otha family.its late no one around.i rig up a tape deck connected to a ballon that auto inflates(to get it outa there if something happens).she comes we talk for bit then she gets tangled and the ballon pulls her up i grab rope but every time i pull it the ballon callapses n she smacks the ground then it reinflates and pulls her up agen.i could’nt save her i tryed a couple more times but i carnt get her.i let go in the end and could do nothing but stand there frozen watchin her float away with a deep feeling of dred i think i killed her.i start to realise the tape deck is still connected and got my voice onit did she say my name?.i get outa there gota get home i go out back way walkin up derby road and walk in an appartment buildin then realise im lost is this a hospital?im not sure i even remember where home is aargh wtf.i get my phone out to check maps but it wont load n im so confused n worred.then i wake up still feelin confused n worryed.

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