Fucked up dreams, paranormal shit, etc.

[WITCHCRAFT]

Thanks to the sleep paralysis thread, I have been convinced that y'all got some cool dumb stories to tell about weird-ass dreams and fucked up shit you seen. post 'em here.

I recently fell asleep with snus in my mouth. The nicotine ended up giving me an incredibly vivid dream. This is a noted effect of people who wear a nicotine patch when they go to sleep. Messes up your synapses in a harmless way and you're pretty much guaranteed to have a memorable and extremely vivid dream.

Sleep on the couch with a mouth full of chew
Wake up spellbound, hellhounds on the loose

When I was a kid, I had repeated nightmares from Jurassic Park. I loved the movie and was a big dino nerd in general. Watching it was frightening, but in a good fun way. My dreams were absolute terror. I'd look out the windows of our house and see velociraptors walking down the street. It was always those fuckers, not the t-rex. I'd hide in the closet or under the bed as they came into the house. Pretty much exactly like the kitchen scene where the kids are hiding from the raptors.

I also had dreams about UFOs frequently when I was younger. I loved sci-fi documentaries and didn't believe in aliens, but the concept was fascinating. One dream I remember to this day, there were flying saucers hanging in the sky all over. They started to drop empty saggy skins of earth animals like baboons and zebras and bears. The skins would float slowly down to the ground, weightless. When they landed they would inflate to look like a regular animal and were just kinda walking around the backyard, not going anywhere. They never came into my house but it reminded me a lot of the dinosaur dreams I had.

There was this one show on the sci-fi channel that was some old (80s I think?) documentary voiced over by Leonard Nemoy or someone who sounded just like him (I can't remember the title...). One episode was about a house where the new owners found this heavy duty locked door in the basement. The inside was a small cell-like room with all the walls painted red. There were no signs of murder or anything else nasty but the image of that Red Room showed up in tons of my dreams. I still dream about going down into the basement or the attic or the back of a closet and finding a trap door or hatch that leads to a hidden room. I still dream about a wooden door frame (no door) in the back of my parents basement (I haven't lived there in 8 years) that leads to this massive library with a ceiling that must be 3 stories high. There's no one else there and no doors out of the massive room. There's windows though, and always a sprawling well-kept Victorian garden with trimmed hedges and a fountain and shit. It's always sunset with orange/purple skies. Sometimes when I go back out of the library into the basement there's a human figure there. It is motionless, and when I see it I freeze as well. Then I wake up with chills.

Haha look at all those dumb words. How bout you post some dreams? A lot of people think reading about other peoples' dreams is boring but I like to do it. Feel free to try and analyze things but I don't think that's worth your time unless you intimately know the person who is describing their dream.

im only a little drunk ok

[Taser]

I once had an awesome dream about jurassic park where I was trying to train a raptor army to fight trexes. But the trexes found my camp and ambushed us and the raptors were sacrificing themselves to let me get away. I was sad but at the same time raptor army!

For dreams of nightmares.. I had one where I was inside a building but could see through the walls. A desolate wasteland was outside and I was inside the building with a bunch of other people. A figure came out of the wasteland but no one could see it but me. I wasn't sure what it was so I asked a soldier to go check it out. He did and the figure just looked directly at me and I could hear "Thank .. you.." as the soldier walked out of the building. The soldier went in the direction of the figure and the figure just attacked and ripped him apart.

[Artyem]

It's not really a dream, but for the last 4 - 5 years, something pretty weird has been happening to me.  I'll randomly wake up in the middle of the night, feeling like there's somebody or something in my room with me.  The first time it happened I had only been asleep for 30 - 40 minutes before I just snapped awake, out of the blue, and for some reason I thought there was a person standing at the foot of my bed.  I didn't really know what to do, so I slowly got up and then ran the fuck out and into the living room.  I felt like I was still dreaming, but at the same time it felt so real, it's pretty hard for me to explain.  Took me a long time to finally calm down and realize that I had imagined the entire thing, so I just went back to bed like nothing had happened.

This continued to happen a few times per year, and over the years I've gotten pretty well used to it.  Just a few weeks ago, I woke up because I thought a small bat / insect / bird / winged creature landed on my bed.  I tried to trap it under a sheet and held it under my hands for about 20 seconds before I calmed down and realized nothing was actually in my room or on my bed.  Man, that was fucking strange.  I have no idea what causes this and why it happens so often.

It's definitely not false awakening either, because I actually do wake up, and it seems like it happens on nights when I don't have any memorable dreams.

This was pretty hastily written, sorry if there are any mistakes.


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As for actual dreams, I used to get extremely vivid nightmares about the trenches of WWI back when I was 10 years old or so.  Crazy stuff.

[Jona]

Nice. Glad to see I'm not the only one thinking the same thing after typing up my last post in that paralysis thread*. Really got me thinking of all the weird shit my brain comes up with on its own.

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Pretty similar to you, I had dreams about dinosaurs all the time as a kid. Not entirely sure if it was before or after I saw Jurassic Park that they started, since like many young lads I was a huge fan of dinosaurs (whenever my kindergarten class would go to the school library I was the only one who got nonfiction books, always on dinos, each and every week). The most memorable dream I had about dinos might have been after I saw the movie though, since I saw that movie at waaaay too young an age. I was only 4 or so when I first saw it. My dad was watching it late one night, and the way my family room is situated there was a hallway to the front door behind the couch from where you could kinda get a good view of the tv,if you could see over the other chairs in the room. Being so young/short, I was on my tippy-toes for the entire duration of the movie (including commercial breaks, since this was airing on tv) and well into the night. Not gonna say I regretted it, since I absolutely adored the movie, even back then. No doubt the suspenseful/scary scenes affected me a little more than people who should be watching a movie like that, I was never really "scared" by it, directly. It definitely seemed to spout a whole onslaught of dreams though, over the next few years. Those were more often than not 10 times more horrifying than the movie itself. Anyways, I digress... (fuckin love me some Jurassic Park, man)

My dino dream went like this:

I was at my house, hosting Thanksgiving dinner as we do every year (or hosting some sort of similar family gathering) when all of a sudden, dinos invaded my house. The thing was, no one else really seemed to notice. Raptors would drag my cousins off into closets, aunts and uncles into the bedrooms (rooms that were always abandoned during an event like this), yet no one else would be around to see. I was roaming around the house on my own the whole time, perpetually stuck in a spectator position, unable to help anyone. The dinos might have gone after me, not really sure, since in the dream I was always sneaking around, trying to avoid being spotted/heard by them. In order to avoid the chaos happening on the main floor of my house, I ventured towards my cellar. When I got to the door, I saw it was already open, and some lights were on downstairs, meaning there were already people down there. Did they have the same idea as me, hoping to hide from the madness/slaughter? Was I not alone in surviving this? No... unfortunately what I saw as I crept down the stairs was my brother showing off my family's new computer to my grandmother, as oblivious as everyone else to what was truly happening.

Now, to really understand this next scene, you must first know a little more about my basement. It is not a finished basement. Concrete is visible everywhere, plumbing and wiring too, and it's all lit up by the type of fluorescent lights you'd expect to see at a warehouse. But we had rugs in some areas (deemed the "nice" areas of the basement) where we had things like a desk with a computer, shelves of board games, a tv, some exercise equipment, pingpong and foosball tables, etc. Behind the "nice part" of my basement, is the super basementy-feeling reallllllly unfinished part. This is where things like the water system, furnace, laundry machine, and dryer hung out, along with my dad's workbench and countless pieces of old furniture, stocked high boxes of old crap. Basically, navigated most of this section was similar to working your way through a maze, one filled with as many dusty cobwebs as perfectly new webs, with living spiders still using them. Needless to say, this part of the basement was pretty scary to a little kid, being poorly illuminated compared to the rest of the area, and containing plenty of old machinery and dangerous tools (still don't know why my dad needs so many saws...). My brother and I even agreed (relatively recently, too) that this part of the house, if any, was definitely haunted. You can't help but feel someone watching you whenever you venture into this sector. Also, I guess I should note that the stairs to my basement are completely open. They are positioned between an outer wall of my house and my kitchen. While the right wall of the stairwell is solid all the way down, seeing how it is the foundation of my house, the left side wall of the stairs ends at the first floor. Basically, the wall that is part of my kitchen only exists on the first floor of my house, and in my basement there is merely a single support beam in its place. So, with this setup, one who is sneaking down the stairs can crouch and lean over a little bit to be able to see "under" that wall. Basically, this allows you to see most of the basement (the illuminated parts anyways) without being spotted by any potentially devious dinos downstairs.  Holy fuck I wrote way more in that paragraph than intended

So, while peaking down the stairs, I was first able to see my brother and grandmother at the computer, then as I leaned down lower, I was able to see further into my basement. Behind the computer desk there is an artificial doorway made between a filing cabinet and a number of bookcases, which marks the transition from the nice to spooky part of my basement. Thinking I saw movement in the darkness behind my family members, I took one more step down the stairs and stretched my head out as far as I could, squinting and straining my eyes, trying to see what was concealed by the foreboding darkness. I slowly kept stepping further down the stairs, bringing myself ever closer to potential danger. I quickly glanced under the stairwell to make sure nothing was in my immediate vicinity, all appeared safe. When I looked back up at the same spot I was able to see clearly what was behind the veil of darkness. It was the head of a T-rex. Well, all I could see was its head, anyways. It was moving its snout past the little doorway until one of its eyes locked right onto my brother and grandma. I could clearly tell its intent, though I unfortunately still don't know how to this day an entire T-rex got into my basement without ripping a hole in the wall/ceiling to get in, nor how it got into a tiny cramped corner of my basement without knocking over a single... well, anything. After it saw the tasty appetizers sitting completely oblivious just 15 ft (5 meters, for those people) away from it, its one eye wandered, until it locked on me. Oh, I guess I can be noticed by dinos. Fuck.

As soon as the T-rex noticed me,  it moved its head back a little, then it surged forwards, about to knock over the bookcase and come charging out of its hidey-hole. I guess I was a lot tastier or interesting than my brother or something. Whatever the reason, it lunged out for me, but I bolted right back up the stairs so fast I didn't even see what effect it had on my family down there. All sense of "better stay calm and quiet, can't let them notice me too" was gone and I was just running, apparently assuming that the dinos were a hive mind or something. It seems as though they were since once I got back to the first floor of my house, raptors started leaping at me from every which way... they popped out of cupboards (lol), lunged from under the table and chairs, lept over my couch and sprang out of any doorway I passed. Think of an overly-dramatic hollywood re-enactment of some american football movie, where the star player has the ball and he runs through the entire opposing team... with their guys jumping from every which way, trying to intercept him, but his jukes were just too stronk. Well, that was me in this part. Only instead of keeping a ball away from my opponents, I was keeping my young and fragile body away from sharp claws and biting teeth. As I was running, I realized that there wasn't a single relative left on this level. No other humans (or remains) were able to be spotted. Luckily, my childhood brain kept this dream rated as PG as it could. I made it to the hallway from which I secretly viewed Jurassic Park and veered to the side towards my front door. Dodging the last few leaping raptors I barged right through the door (which was luckily open and didn't need to be unlocked) and onto my front porch... where I saw what was pretty much an entire invading army of dinos, all running at me. They completely flooded my entire front yard, and were pouring out of the forest behind the house across the street from me. All with their eyes locked on me (the last human left?) This last scene must have been too much for me, since this was where I finally woke up.

The reason why I think this dream stuck with me, and remains so vivid in my mind, is that while it arguably falls into the "thriller" genre, as opposed to being a straight up slasher horror movie, it hit a lot closer to home than any other dream I've ever really had. Normally in my dreams I encounter faceless, nameless people. I kind of just know people are around me rather than ever directly interacting with them. Rarely I will have a dream that has one or two family members or friends in it, but most of the time it's just me, or myself with unknown peeps. This dream, however, contained all 20 or so members of my family that show up during the typical large gathering. And they presumably all died played go fish and other card games with the raptors in the closets/rooms they were dragged into. Right? Right?!??!?!? Was kind of a lot for a young kid to handle at the time. I even had this dream a second time very shortly after the first, just couldn't get it outa my mind.

Man, that was a lot of typing, but to justify it:

im only a little drunk ok

EDIT: Man, you guys need to step up your game. Your 8th grade creative writing teachers would be disappointed. We want to hear the details, the play-by-play! Not a brief, lousy excuse for a summary! I expect to be able to come back to this thread tomorrow and be able to read a novel's worth of posts from all you guys (combined, not individually, even I can't go that crazy)! WITCH, you said you had an insanely vivid drug-induced dream. Well, let's hear (read) it! I had the above dream over 15 years ago and could recall that much detail from it... surely a recent and highly-vivid dream of yours could be expanded upon! D-, all of you. See me after class.

DOPPEL EDIT: No doubt there are a fuckton of gramatical/spelling errors, I'll proofread it tomorrow. Maybe. I'll also post about a weird chain of dreams I had, although unfortunately in less detail since I barely remember any of the details... it'll probably be similar to one of your guys' sorry excuses of a summary. But for now... goodnight.


*Referenced post below:

Idk if this is at all related or not, but I've had a couple occasions where I woke up and hallucinated creepy shit... no paralysis though.

First time:

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I was maybe 6, and my room has just been repainted (to a sweet color called "gecko green." I was 6, gimme a break), so I was spending the night on my brother's floor since the paint was still drying. I woke up at 3 or 4am in the morning, with an odd sense of dread. I sat up a bit, propped up on my elbows and looked out the door of his room. Normally from his room you could look down the hallway and see my parents room's door as well as mine on the other side and down the hall a bit more. Instead, what I saw was the backside of a fuckin stegosaurus monster or some shit. It made absolutely no sense, since something this big couldn't have possibly fit in the small hallway there. Regardless, being 6 and seeing this thing clear as day walking away from my bro's room and down the hall towards mine was enough to make me just slowly lay back down and pull my sleeping bag a little tighter as I mentally convinced myself that couldn't have been real. Only then did I roll over and see my brother staring wide-eyed at me, looking as startled as I probably did, before he slowly laid back down as well. I should probably mention that the scaly-leathery skin of this beast just so happened to be the exact same shade of green as my room.

Later that day, after I finally fell asleep and woke up, I asked my brother if he happened to be awake early that morning as well. He simply said yep in a shaky voice, then walked outa the room, kinda avoiding further prodding... I never did ask again what exactly he did/saw at that hour...

tl;dr: Inhaling green paint fumes while you sleep makes you hallucinate green dinosaur monsters.

2nd time:

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So this time happened a lot more recently, maybe 3 years ago, during the summer. My neighbor and I were out walking around the neighborhood late one night, maybe 10:30-11. During that time we saw a fox/coyote at the very edge of our vision a couple times over the course of our ~1.5hr walk (which is a relatively rare sight in my area). The thing was, this wasn't a nice and cute little fox thingy... not at all. From what we could tell this was a mangy, feral, rabies-spreading beast. Its fur was all shaggy, it had scrawny legs and its whole body was little more than a skeleton. The would-be-bushy tail was all wet and matted, or something... maybe it was missing some hair, who knows. Either way, not exactly the type of creature you would want haunting your nightly stroll.

Now the thing with this mangy mutt was that all of the times we saw it, it inexplicably disappeared. First time we saw it, it noticed us and then walked from right to left towards a dark tree.Then it never emerged from the other side. My neighbor and I went to investigate thinking it might have a den at the base of that tree or something, which could be neat if we had fox pups running around the neighborhood later on in the summer (needless to say we didn't get the best look at it at this point, and before it vanished we had yet to brand it a demonspawn, so cute little puppies seemed possible). Second time we saw it much more clearly since it was at the end of our road, right before a hill. At the base of this hill was a house that had some yard lights on, so they lit it up real nice. What we saw was one of the most haunting silhouettes imaginable. It started to walk towards the curb, then hopped up onto this houses lawn and started to ever so slowly disappear from our vision as it went down the hill. My neighbor and I were really close, he was scared as could be and nearly petrified, so I oh-so-bravely strode up to the hill to investigate. Despite walking into one of the most barren lawns imaginable (can't really put much on such a steep incline, I suppose), this demon was able to vanish entirely. Needless to say we were both more than a little spooked at this point once I broke the news of my discover to my neighbor, so we called it a night.

But the tale doesn't end there. Later that night (well, probably more like sometime very early the next morning) I finally fell asleep, only to have a pretty strange dream. I was randomly a part of some sort of taskforce that was tasked with capturing someone's lost pet (a cat, maybe?). Pretty odd stuff, but whatever, dreams are dreams. So we all split up (don't even know who the "other people" were, just kinda knew there were others) and after a while I realized that hey! I was walking around MY neighborhood. Things started to get kinda freaky when I noticed myself walking towards the end of the road and found myself looking at a silhouette in the dark, illuminated from behind, yet again. Only this time the silhouette wasn't all that frightening, and as it turned away I ran after it, burlap sack in hand to capture it (lol, dreams are weird). Somehow, I was apparently fast enough to catch up to a sprinting animal, so I pounced on it and threw the bag on top, capturing the rascal. Next thing I remember I was meeting with all the other "people" again when the thing starts throwing a hissy fit and begins struggling in the sack like mad. Apparently I didn't tie the bag shut or anything, so I ended up dropping it and then it jumped out of the opening, right at me. Cue waking up in a panic before I could actually get a good look at it or get slaughtered by it, or both. So I've got this impending sense of dread again, and as I roll over in my bed I see a fox/wolf/coyote hybrid (with a little bit of deranged monkey thrown in there somewhere) floating over my feet like some sorta ghost. I bolt upright and begin shaking my sheets at it, pretty much automatically. Don't ask. So as I'm shaking out my sheets at it, I of course end up knocking shit all over and making a mess, but whatever, scaring away vile fox demons that had been haunting me all night long kinda took priority. Eventually it just kinda fizzled out, and all was quiet again. It probably took me several hours to sleep again after that, despite being waaaaaaaay overtired already, and it was definitely one of those instances that really make you wonder...

tl;dr: I got haunted by my friendly neighborhood demonspawn.

[Taser]

Fine Jona. I got another one I remember as a kid.

I woke up in a room surrounded by people all strapped onto hospital beds lined up in rows. I tried to get up then I realized I was strapped down as well. I looked around and it reminded me of my school gym. Very large but it had no windows. I could see hundreds of people all strapped down and I tried to talk to them but everyone was simply staring at the ceiling.

I was trying to figure out why this was happening when the godzilla spawn entered the room (You remember that godzilla movie in 1998? The one everyone hated? Those ones). I couldn't move but I was scared shitless. But everyone remained calm and simply stared at the ceiling. Each row of people had one godzilla spawn and they simply started eating the person's head but only the head. Once they finished they moved to the next person. And I could only watch as it kept coming closer and closer down the row.

It came to the person next to me and simply ate his brains and not his entire head. Then it disappeared behind me and I felt my head open as it bit into my head. And as it ate my brain, I could feel my consciousness drift away as the room started to fade to black.


Then I woke up feeling like wtf happened.

[Leshma]

I've found that what happened to me last time isn't just sleep paralysis but actually astral projection.

[Clockworkkiller]

you are all fucking weird

[WITCHCRAFT]

reminded me of my school gym

That reminds me of a dream I had that my brain won't forget for some reason. I was trying to get to a meeting or assembly or something. I was inside a building with a layout that resembled a hospital. Lots of long hallways, walls painted a bland pink with dark red trim (think of the shades used on a human anatomy diagram). The halls were empty and I was LATE for whatever it was I had to get to. I walked nervously down hallway after hallway. I recall making four right turns in a row but did not end up back where I was before. On the floor there were painted lines that acted as a guide (like green line leads to department X, yellow line leads to department Y, etc), but I did not know which one lead to the meeting. It felt like endless identical hallways. There were no patient rooms or elevators like there would be in a hospital. Just hospital-looking hallways with those thick fireproof doors (metal with push bars, small windows on the doors that were reinforced with metal mesh) at regular intervals. Now and then I there would be glass observation windows on the wall and I could see rooms with medical equipment. There was nobody in the rooms and no door to get inside. I just kept walking and eventually found the thing I was supposed to get to. It was a school assembly in my elementary school gymnasium. There was a World War II style battleship built (crashed?) through one of the walls, jutting out with gun turrets and radar arrays and all that shit. Kids were climbing all over it and spray-painting stuff on the ship. Someone handed me a can of spray paint. I guess it was some school wide art thing or a yearbook thing or something I don't even know. Then I went to the supermarket on my way home and there was a creepy old falling-apart house with a lawn in the middle of the parking lot. A small man with poor posture/hygiene and crazy eyes lived there. He followed me into the store and tried to invite me over for supper. Everyone else in the store said hi to him and made small chat like he was totally normal. He wasn't visually that scary and was just kind of following me around, not stalking me. But I was filled with terrible dread and made excuse after excuse to turn down his supper invitation. I woke up after finishing my shopping and walking home. I wonder what would have happened, if I had agreed to go to dinner with him....

[Wolfsblood]

Disclaimer: I am not religious and i do not discount the supernatural but I don't put any stock in it currently. Seeing is believing.

This dream first scared me because my age but the possible implications continue to scare me about this one even now.

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When i was about three or four I had a dream where I was in an amphitheater full of demons and demon spawn yelling and laughing at me while i was being brought in from the top middle entrance being pushed

forward by a demon behind me. On the stage there was a demon that looked like an undersized balrog without the flames. It was looking and laughing at me while I descended. (at this point it was unnecessary for
the demon behind me to push me because there was an imperceptible force controlling me and guiding me down the stairs to this "head" demon on the stage.)

Once I reached this demon it suddenly looked very angry and roared at the room which silenced all the demons in the seats behind us. He gave me a long look until he bellowed at me in anger and backhanded out of the ampitheater me at which point I woke up after the feeling of my disembodied self being forced back into my body on the floor. I had been convulsing the whole of the dream.

This dream I had when I was 8 and i had forgotten about it until i was 13.

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The dream it self is very minor and I don't remember much of what came before or after a certain part of the dream. This part happened in a forest where I was with a person who was shorty and had a stocky build. He was yelling at me before he punched me in the face which knocked me over. My dream Became third person at this point while i watched myself on the ground with the guy who sucker punched me standing over me triumphantly.

Now I'm thirteen and this dream has long left my conscious mind. I on an outing with my wrestling team at a forest preserve playing a version of paintball but with eggs. Me and one of my teammates got separated from the main group after they got ambushed and overrun. His name was max and he was a short and stocky kid one year younger than me. We were arguing about something when he turned around and punched me in the face. I didnt even feel it because right as his fist came into contact with my face I had a flashback from that dream, the only difference being i wasn't knocked over.

I must have had an odd look on my face because when I came back to my senses I saw him with a fearful look on his face and then he ran away.

Im not drunk

[WITCHCRAFT]

WITCH, you said you had an insanely vivid drug-induced dream. Well, let's hear (read) it! I had the above dream over 15 years ago and could recall that much detail from it... surely a recent and highly-vivid dream of yours could be expanded upon! D-, all of you. See me after class.

It was vivid and lifelike, but nothing cool really happened. I woke up outside in my driveway. Mattress was just plop in the middle of the driveway. Then I met several of my neighbors that live on the same street as me. I have not really introduced myself to them in real life but just see fleeting glimpses of them now and then. The older guy with a British accent that lives next door and spends lots of time working on his garden/yard was there and we talked about my dog. He liked the dog. The guy who lives across the street and shovels his driveway wearing shorts in the middle of the winter came over to say hi. He was wearing the same beanie/sunglasses/track suit top/shorts he wears when I see him shoveling, and had a snow shovel with him. My dream was just last week and it was early spring. No snow.

The Amish people that live in the big house on the other side of my house came over as well. There are no Amish people living there. The house is vacant. There are no Amish people living within miles of me IRL. They joined us and everyone was just kinda chilling around in the driveway, smoking cigs and chatting. The Amish people had to get going because they were taking their goods to the market to sell and they are not allowed to drive or use motor vehicles of any kind (dream logic, don't quote me on this). Everyone else had to get going for whatever reason, and once I was alone I remembered that I had to catch my cats (they are indoor cats and shouldn't have been outside). So I find them and end up chasing the cats into my backyard.

Instead of my actual backyard (some plain ol grass and a tree) there was a large wooden deck on the back of my house hanging over a mangrove swamp. The swamp was much larger that my yard, but when I looked around I could also see all of my neighbors's yards in their usual places (just grass and trees, they did not get swampified). White sand and shallow water. You could see all the way to the bottom crystal-clear (not that was ever deeper than my knees). The cat had now become my housecat and a cat my family had when I was a kid. This newly appeared cat has been dead for a couple years in real life but whatever hey I gotta catch my cats and get them inside. The cats walked into the water and paddled out (apparently not giving a shit about cats hating water IRL), and i followed them into the mangroves. They came to a sandbar and there was another cat there. At least it wasn't mine so I wouldn't have to catch this one. I feared that my cats would get into a fight with this wild swamp-cat but they just came up and sniffed each other and hung out, waiting for me to catch up. I was just starting to make out the details in this third mystery cat. It looked like a mix of brown tabby and faint ocelot/jaguar type markings, a gorgeous coat of fur.  Then I woke up and peeled the gross long-overused snus packet out of my upper lip and drank some water and went back to bed the end.

I'm just kinda writing these as I recall them, stream-of-consciousness writing stuff. When I have more time I will post about my recurring childhood nightmare of the things that live under furniture and reach out with their gangly black-furred arms and yellowed ivory claws. I have not had that dream since I was probably 10 if not younger. Thinking of the time that I peeked under the couch and saw what they were still gives me goosebumps. Shit was grotesque and not based on any horror movie or story I had read at that age. It was some purestrain brainmade horror from the deepest recesses of my mind. Hopefully that one passes muster for Jona's dream journal requirements.

[Christo]

My most memorable ones are quite strange.

Like this one where I was in this strange version of our house and yard, standing outside in the sunlight, my mother sitting in a chair with me, I felt tension and a need to act.

I started contacting many doctors and specialists to help me for whatever reason, but none could help or even care to respond to me on the phone, or internet.
I felt hopeless, and wanted to get away from the computer. But right as I stood up I found myself outside again in the same place, but this time, the chair was empty.

I woke up, ran to mothers bed, she was sleeping well, it was around 4 AM. I went back to sleep normally with the thought that she's with me.

Then half year later, at christmas time, it turned out that she has Cancer. I saw it happen, everything until the end.

I never told her this, because I just didn't have the strength back then to do it, especially when someone's long hair fell out and is slowly withering away.

I should have warned her, but now I'll never know.



The other one is a lot shorter, but still interesting. I was having a normal dream, walking down a hallway when all o' sudden everything turned to black. I am pretty much self-aware in these so I knew things have gone bad. real fucking bad.

I started hearing an echo. Screams, cries, people getting slaughtered, butchered. It got louder and louder.
For some reason I couldn't stay up and had to turn away from the noise, I fell to the ground cowering in fear.
 I have never experienced this before.

The noise got insanely loud, then it stopped. A figure mumbled something like "look at me, turn"
I turned veery slowly, and the figure was me, buth with a distored face, and no or completely black eyes, smiling at me, wearing a purple shirt.

Then I woke up shocked, I never felt terror like this before, I couldn't get out of bed, didn't want to go back to sleep, so I was watching the ceiling for a good half hour at 3AM, then drank a strong coffee. But I had this shock and horror in me until the afternoon.

Sounds pretty cliche, I can't put every small detail through the same way.

[Jona]

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It was vivid and lifelike, but nothing cool really happened. I woke up outside in my driveway. Mattress was just plop in the middle of the driveway. Then I met several of my neighbors that live on the same street as me. I have not really introduced myself to them in real life but just see fleeting glimpses of them now and then. The older guy with a British accent that lives next door and spends lots of time working on his garden/yard was there and we talked about my dog. He liked the dog. The guy who lives across the street and shovels his driveway wearing shorts in the middle of the winter came over to say hi. He was wearing the same beanie/sunglasses/track suit top/shorts he wears when I see him shoveling, and had a snow shovel with him. My dream was just last week and it was early spring. No snow.

The Amish people that live in the big house on the other side of my house came over as well. There are no Amish people living there. The house is vacant. There are no Amish people living within miles of me IRL. They joined us and everyone was just kinda chilling around in the driveway, smoking cigs and chatting. The Amish people had to get going because they were taking their goods to the market to sell and they are not allowed to drive or use motor vehicles of any kind (dream logic, don't quote me on this). Everyone else had to get going for whatever reason, and once I was alone I remembered that I had to catch my cats (they are indoor cats and shouldn't have been outside). So I find them and end up chasing the cats into my backyard.

Instead of my actual backyard (some plain ol grass and a tree) there was a large wooden deck on the back of my house hanging over a mangrove swamp. The swamp was much larger that my yard, but when I looked around I could also see all of my neighbors's yards in their usual places (just grass and trees, they did not get swampified). White sand and shallow water. You could see all the way to the bottom crystal-clear (not that was ever deeper than my knees). The cat had now become my housecat and a cat my family had when I was a kid. This newly appeared cat has been dead for a couple years in real life but whatever hey I gotta catch my cats and get them inside. The cats walked into the water and paddled out (apparently not giving a shit about cats hating water IRL), and i followed them into the mangroves. They came to a sandbar and there was another cat there. At least it wasn't mine so I wouldn't have to catch this one. I feared that my cats would get into a fight with this wild swamp-cat but they just came up and sniffed each other and hung out, waiting for me to catch up. I was just starting to make out the details in this third mystery cat. It looked like a mix of brown tabby and faint ocelot/jaguar type markings, a gorgeous coat of fur.  Then I woke up and peeled the gross long-overused snus packet out of my upper lip and drank some water and went back to bed the end.

I'm just kinda writing these as I recall them, stream-of-consciousness writing stuff. When I have more time I will post about my recurring childhood nightmare of the things that live under furniture and reach out with their gangly black-furred arms and yellowed ivory claws. I have not had that dream since I was probably 10 if not younger. Thinking of the time that I peeked under the couch and saw what they were still gives me goosebumps. Shit was grotesque and not based on any horror movie or story I had read at that age. It was some purestrain brainmade horror from the deepest recesses of my mind. Hopefully that one passes muster for Jona's dream journal requirements.

Not bad, not bad. Nice improvement. B+

[Christo]

Of course you love them, they represent your thoughts in a way.

You don't hate yourself, do ya. 

[Christo]

Well it's up in the air, there are billions of humans to choose from

And yeah, that's the explanation for dreams I have read about once, liked it, found it the best one so far.
Don't know if this is really true, and it won't be known for quite some time I think.

Everything, everyone in there, it's all about you, not them.

Like your own little Matrix or something.

[Jona]

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I always wanna treat it that way.

Speaking of which, anyone with lucid dreams have any tips about not jerking yourself awake?


Here's another that I liked, but the most interesting bits escape me besides a very lucid, short conversation with my dead best friend.

Myself, friend A(heroin addict), friend B(institutionalized), Friend C(His ex fiance, drug addict and institutionalized) were traversing a city, but there weren't roads, only the interiors of buildings, hotels, stairs doors, high up in the sky. I forget what happened to A and B, but they got tied up in self interest or things like that. But I remember C. We had gotten to the outside, a claustrophobic street that you can tell was high in the air. We stopped at a bodega and got rolling papers. Then friend C put a baby in a robot body and beat it to death with a bat. I said I'm was out of there and she said to go along ahead while police were obviously closing in. She stayed behind to continue beating the baby to death. Then I arrived at my destination. It was just a patio, nothing but grey all around. Nothing above or below.

We sat on black patio chairs. "Are you proud of me?" I asked. He responded matter of factly, with reluctance and a tinge of anger, "Of course I am dude." I took a hit and passed the joint. "Should you be smoking that? Aren't you getting panic-y?" I responded, "No, not really, I'm good, man. Except that, you know, I am," I continued in my bumbling, neurotic manner "I wasn't going to tell you that," I smiled and raised my eyebrows like when I'm being facetious "But uh, you know, I'm really not, but um, I'm good but I'm, you know, panicking, but uh... forget I told you that, I'm actually great, but uh yeah IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED" He busted out laughing in his uncontrollable giggle, "Jeff, please stop," I raised my eyebrows again "Yeah, I just really should just not have smoked that joint, you know the others were coming but they got tied up," he answered "Yeah, they'll never get here", and then I woke up.

Your mind... is one strange place.