I dreamt I was going to have sex with a cute girl but we kept being interrupted by a prison camp in the apartment upstairs so when I went there they thought I was a prisoner and the warden lady started firing at me for asking them to keep it down and I ran down again only to find that the cute girl had attempted to shave her pussy and cut herself and was bleeding badly and I had to take her to the hospital but the warden lady came back and told me to take down a sniper on the rooftop before I could proceed but the sniper was a blue TV-box and it fell down by itself when I looked at it, and then I woke up.

I teached a class about computer science last week. I dreamed that I had to teach them for another hour, but I was very unprepared. Everything seemed to go wrong:
I brought my netbook instead of my workstation with me and when I started it, there were a lot of applications open, including Ragnarok Online which was blasting its title theme at maximum volume. I went to my netbook to turn it off, but that was hard, as I was wearing rollerblades. After turning it off, I realized I didn't prepare any material, so I just stood there and tried to improvise, but every sentence seemed to go nowhere.
Finally my torture was over, I jumped out of the window and landes in a huge quarterpipe.
I was thinking about knitted mittens and sweaters, when suddenly I was back in the classroom. There was an unfinished sweater on one of the tables, begging me to finish it. Now memory gets a bit hazy, but I think this feat would involve using up my body in the process, i'd need to knit it out of me.
I obviously tried to turn it down, but it kept going on and on about how we'd make a great team, so I eventually agreed and grabbed it.
Then began a montage of things the sweater would force me to do. I only remember one, because it was so ridiculous, I was forced to be at court, wearing the sweater and one of those court wigs, looking all serious. It wasn't a court of law, though, but a basketball court and the jury stared coldly as I tried to score points with the ball, missing every time because I'm bad at sports.
Then I must have tried to get rid of the sweater, as it was being a bad influence on my life, but it showed me various short videos (which I can now identify as animated gifs) about why I really shouldn't.
They mostly showed famous people and their (made up) clothing/sidekicks, including a very weird scene which had Christina Aguilera (at least that's what the sweater told me – I don't know how she looks, it was just a random blonde woman) in a very bad halloween costume trying to force her way through a crowd to reach and hug somebody in a huge bat costume.
A couple of things happened afterwards (including me changing the sweater to be a Snowden-esque notebook sock, but fortunately I woke up.

I dreamt I had my five guinea pigs again and I just came home from school and I had forgot to feed them. I thought they were dead but they were still alive and fine in their cage. I picked them up one by one and snuggled them until I woke up.

I really don't like dreams like these as they remind me of a much simpler time where I didn't struggle as much as I do right now.

I was in a brothel and waiting for the right girls to show up, and the only thing that struck me was how consistent this dream was. Every detail was as it should be, and the rooms did not change when I left them and re-entered them, and everything was just as if I really was there. One girl with a very bored look was jerking off a guy on the bar table while I sat there in my boxers waitin for breakfast. He didn't cum but a lot of people were filming it with their phones and came with suggestions to what she should do. I didn't listen and left when I didn't get my breakfast.

I infiltrated a huge prison. The guards weren't really taking me seriously on the first floor, telling me I couldn't do it anyway, and they told me everything I wanted to know. I remember sneaking into a room with a lot of unarmed people and interrogating them. I don't know what happened afterwards, but it had something to do with traumas. Some character in my dream had a trauma, at least it showed a flashback of them getting bullied and beaten by like 100 students and their teacher.

"You must not strike him down. You must strike him so he goes up and then down."

>>6
We posting dream quotes now?

"...generally is in danger."
- guitar-playing bearded underground hobo

Had a Breaking Bad themed dream, kind of. I was cooking the blue meth in my RV with a kid who looked like Pinkman, also I had my wife and daughter with me. We basically lived in the RV, which was a lot bigger on the inside than it seemed from the outside.
It was the daughters birthday, so we played party games on a very small portable tv.
Later we left to get something, leaving Jesse to guard the RV. Someone started to break through the door, so Jesse turned of the lights in the back, so he wouldn't see the meth. He then called a mobile phone in the back, so the intruder's attention was on the back, then he proceeded to hold him up with an unloaded gun, told him to get the fuck out.
Then, for whatever reason, the police came and the RV had to outrun them, after which Jesse parked the RV on the exact same space. We came back and I complained about the mess, like Walt would do.
The only part of the dream that makes sense to me is the distraction and holdup, as I recently played Metal gear Solid. I haven't watched Breaking Bad in a long time. Dreams are weird.

I was a taxi driver in a city with the worst road management ever conceived. I was fucking my older sister all the time while trying to seduce my little sister. Then I woke up.

I had three dreams tonight, but I only remember one. I was in some kind of fake gameshow, as in every challenge was just a more or less well made ruse. Most of these were clever and I laughed a lot, but I can only remember the last one before I woke up (I had lewd thoughts):
The showmaster announced I had to fight very good martial artists. The first one was just a projection, purposefully badly made.
He "beat up" the extras (with the dumbest moves, like freezing time or duplicating himself etc. very cheesy WWE-style stuff), then came for me. I did my best selling his moves, which pleased the crowd.
Next was a well endowed woman with blue hair in a bikini top. I think she was some cosplayer I've seen this year. She got on the ring's corner post and did a crossbody (? not into wrestling that much. She jumped and landed flat on me, except she lightened the blow by landing on her arms, directly beside me).
She proceeded with many "dangerous" lewd moves, like smothering me with her huge oppai, grabbing my crotch and ripping it out (when actually she grabbed it with the other hand than she appeared to, so I was braced for a lot of pain, but actually nothing happened). I woke up while she was pulling my leg upwards and at the same time shoving her crotch into my face.

Any of you guys lucid dream?

>>11
Try? Yes. Succeed? No.

>>12
Same. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to start a dream journal only to give up later on. I'm interested in hearing other peoples experience with it though. Maybe it'll give me motivation to start one up again and hopefully go through with it this time.

>>11
Every time I realize its a dream I try to rape some girl and it seems to piss off the dream and it takes back control.

>>11
Every time I realize it's a dream, >>14 comes along and tries to rape me. Also in the dream I'm someone else's instinctive faux-memory of a girl. I have a cock, for fuck's sake, I'm not a girl

>>15-san, I've read these sorts of manga before, so I can confirm that if >>14 manages to rape you, you'll become a girl, so watch out ! !

I have dreamt about Iwata talking about the death of Miyamoto. Weird.
He also talked about how his secret organization had it's base on some island, then another secret organization came along and asked him to buy their secret base, which was on the same island. They were leaving it, but could really use the cash and wanted to be sure it wouldn't be found out by the public.

I dreamt I had sex with a girl I have known for a while. We were in my old apartment and we put up cameras to film us and went over the photos after we had sex. I kept a diary on my phone about all the girls I had fug'd the past week.

I dreamt sex, but it wasn't lewd at all somehow

I had a dream that I was growing shrooms in my closet, and the name of the species I was growing was the same as one of my Indian friends' names.

>>20
You have a friend named Penis Envy?

>>21
He obviously meant Pajeet Puinlu.

It was this scene from "Africa shox" where the black guy disintegrates except he jumps straight at me saying "bungee jump toniiiight" in this realy weird voice and I woke up.

I had two dreams. In the first one, I was following a girl in a flooded city. Only some railings and other hard to balance on parts were sticking out of the water. While we made our way, she explained something about architecture and how this flooded worl was a clean slate to build great things.

Next was a part, which served as a transition, I guess? The scene changed to a brutalism-like architecture, with documents lying around. I exited a building and saw a huge villa (either not in the same world as the flooded city or on a high hill. due to later happenings I assume the first).
A van was driving towards the villa, where a chinese man awaited it. he was the owner of the compound and also a big crimelord.
Men from a rival fraction came out of the van and started firing at him, but he just ordered his personnel to retaliate and moved through some kind of window behind a yellow AT-field like security field, encompassing the entire building, and entered the villa.
the opposing faction was stronger than his defense force thought and managed to punch a hole through the field, entering the garden area. Over the next few hours, there were multiple failed infiltration attempts and their target became clear: Extracting a baby the chinese man had stolen in order to one day transfer his personality onto it in order to live forever. It sounded weird, because he was still young, but maybe that's just how long the progress would take, or maybe he desperately wanted to not be asian anymore?
Anyway, the focus kinda shifted away from the attacking team, and more to the chinese man and his people.
i remember one of the leaving the dompund with an underground train and doing something forbidden for his familiy, then when he returned the chinese man knew and summoned him to his chinese man crimelord office. There was a menacing atmosphere and something about the baby, but the rest I don't remember.

I've been entering and exiting dreams seamlessly the past couple of weeks. I'll be browsing an imageboard, then browsing it in my dream, then browsing it again awake. This happens with a lot activities.

I had a dream I got killed by a prostitute

It was post apocalyptic or sth. I was a survivor, and I was on the roof of a building. I think it might have been an arcade. I remember playing a racing game earlier in the dream. Anyway. This whore joined me on the roof and began to seduce me, but I turned her down. We chatted for a while about unintelligible dream things, and then I looked down and noticed someone climbing the stairs.

That's when she pushed me off the roof.

I woke up on the ground to see the guy who was on the stairs standing in front of me before a gate. I grabbed my gun and pointed it at him, but decided not to shoot him and let my hand fall to the ground. Then I changed my mind, lifted the gun, and pulled the trigger. only to hear the click from the unloaded weapon.

That's when the man fired at me and hit me in the lung, and I woke up.

NOT FEATURED IN MY DREAM: A 1970 Charger I had sitting outside the gate in my dreamworld. It never appeared, but I knew it was what they were after. I felt it.

I dreamt I was in Japan to play a foreign thug in a yakuza-movie. However Raoh from Hokuto No Ken started smashing people's heads with a giant hammer and the boat that the filming was supposed to be on capsized and sunk so we went out and played dodgeball in the streets instead. There was a marathon going on at the same time but they kept shooting at us with water guns so we went inside again and we had to sleep in a dormitory to await the next day to resume filming. One guy decided to try some special effects in real life and faked blowing his head up with make-up. Another guy started puking blood because I apparently took his bed.

I took a lot time to write a function (you know, like when you take forever without checking that it actually works?) but when I compiled to test it, my alarm clock went off.

I had a really weird dream.
I was out on a date with a co-worker, we are both male IRL. I was fretting over about acting and looking female and I was feeling really uncomfortable because I knew I wasn't a female, yet my co-worker seemed really chill about the whole thing. We walked down a lake and visited some people, but details are fuzzy. What mostly remains is that vivid feeling of gender dysphoria, of not being a proper girl even though I wanted to be a girl real bad so my co-worker could like me. I don't feel particularly girly nor have any sort of romantic feelings towards said co-worker, but I think I might have a repressed something or the other. Man, that was nuts. Have you ever gotten intense feelings of love or infatuation on a dream? It was similar.

I dreamt I was going to do some project work for a company in Poland and traveled there to stay for a while using Airbnb. Somehow I had to go by Russia and by train and I came to a very steampunk-like Moscow that had huge train elevators and other mechanical contraptions to move trains around inside the station and outside it. I took one of those huge steampunk-trains to a small town in Poland, and went to the address for the Airbnb-place. A very cute girl who was naked from the waist down let me in. She was a tiny bit chubby, but no flab, had very long legs, thick thighs, a cute round butt and also wore no bra. She showed me around the flat but was more interested in getting close to me, so I started touching her to find out where the limits were and she let me touch her arms, legs and butt when I put my warm hands on her and told her she looked cold. We also brushed cheeks. I had to work and it was late so she went to her room and I borrowed her PC. The next day she showed me the bathroom again since I forgot, and there was a gopro camera on a tripod on the floor at waist level that I think filmed her walking around like this. This was a very big, old house she lived in together with her brother and parents. Her brother was much younger but away with her parents on some trip so it was just me and her.

I went to a local mall to get some food to bring to the meeting, but there was a very vocal sermon in the chapel, and some old people and kids in the mall were a bit upset because of this. I went outside when all the people from the chapel left too, and two young men with a hammer, chisel and a machete started attacking them. They cut one older man up, threw some rocks at some others and started prying one guy's skull open with the hammer and chisel. They did not mind me somehow but I feared if they spoke to me they would see I am not Polish and attack me. Just as I started sneaking away the girl from earlier approached me from across the street and told me to come with her. She was still naked from the waist down and also her top was see-through so I could see her nice, soft, round jiggly tits as well. She wore a backpack with a lot of books in it.

When we walked away she started speaking to me in my language asking what I will do on Thursday. I was amazed at how she had learned a few simple phrases to impress me, but then I woke up.

I had a dream I found a dual-VHS box with FernGully and The Big Green.

I had my first dream in japanese last night. I was listening to these two japanese guys talking about their wasabi flavored cigarettes. He offered me one, and I asked if I could hold on to it for later since I had to go to work at that moment. He said it was fine, and then I woke up.

I was at a weekend-long nerd party. The venue was made up out of many distinct rooms, and in one the main furnishing was an enormous bed taking up some 25 square meters of floorspace in a 35 square meter room. I was chilling on it because of being tired, and a lucky polygynist's third girlfriend walked up and started hugging my legs because they were warm. She was nice and the dream didn't vanish like a soap bubble as they usually do.

So I guess there's upsides to having a 39 degree fever, after all.

>>32

wasabi flavored cigarettes.

Is that something in real life? Inhaling wasabi flavor sounds...Sounds..Fuck.

I was traveling through the desert one day when I came to an oasis village headed by a rich eccentric arab man who bred lots of white children and wanted to teach them every religion in the world and now the time had come for Christianity. I got to the gate and some rejects from Mad Max snd that guy from Far Cry 3 were guarding it but they let me (nyan)pass because there was a director who wanted to make a movie out of this and right behind me was a whole choir of biblethumping gospel singers who marched into the town. Everyone started singing and suddenly I was the cameraman and had to make a music video of this. I had no idea what to do so I filmed the wrong things, backed my camera through a window and an elderly gospel singer got caught in the camera cables and fell, but the director wanted to catch everything on camera as he wanted to include every little thing, even the mistakes.

I dreamt I was traveling by train to somewhere but something happened and we had to get off and my father came running onto the tracks and the train slipped past him and he narrowly avoided getting hit by it. Then out of nowhere it starts raining and storming and we have to seek shelter in a nearby town. For some reason I get to share a comfy double bed with a really cute girl, and we start to share body heat under the blankets to keep warm as this was a very poor village and there was no central heating.

I start to inch her closer to my body and putting my hands on her naked thighs as she is lying in the bed in pantsu and t-shirt only, and I start caressing them and squeezing them gently as I pull her on top of me in the bed. Unfortunately a lot of other people from the train is passing through the room all the time and interrupt my advanced, but I notice the cute girl is ok with my groping but fears it might be detected. After going to the toilet people stop coming and I jump into the bed with her again and go immediately for her pussy with my fingers. She jolts first, but then she gets all smooth and willing as the basement humidity increases from my diddling. I begin sliding off her pantsu and sliding in my penis, by which she gets all into it and is completely in my arms. At this point a lot of people start going through the room again because there is no more water and they can't shower or use the toilets but all we want to do is have sex.

We discover that there is a lock on one of the doors and we get dressed and ready to hide in that room to get this over with, but there are just so many people everywhere we can't have peaceful, uninterrupted sex. I notice her pantsu leaking as we are trying to find another place for coitus, but then I wake up.

An old pal of mine was holding a fancy piece of kit I owned for me, and ended up going home with it because I wasn't around. So I started an expedition with maybe one or two other friends to go to his place in a commune in Freaksville, to retrieve the kit and thank him for his trouble. However I didn't make it two hundred meters before ending up in a tunnel where someone had unrolled about 15 meters by 1½ meters of doodling paper, and set a bunch of 3-5 year olds with their preschoolmarms to draw and doodle and play on it, so I ended up joining them and having a bit of fun for a short while before moving on.

Later, we're at a house where the circular staircase has been broken for a good long while, and ascending into the friend's apartment would be a major feat of acrobatics. Luckily there was a fire escape that people had been using. (what a slum, right?) For some reason all the walls of the stairwell were lined with the down feathers of pigeons and ducks.

Why do I have these incredibly happy dreams now that my life is gradually going to shit? It's like I am mocking myself for the situation I am in. The more depressed I am the happier dreams I get, like the kind of dreams that take me to a happy place filled with happy memories and lots of cool things happening.

My latest two dreams involved me running around a slightly futuristic town near a big forest in the middle of the summer and I just ran around in the sun in my shorts being happy and I could float on the wind and it was nice and warm and people were friendly around me. Then I dreamt I went to Russia with my family to see some museums and shit and I got to see all the cool military vehicles they used during WW2 being used like the flying tank and the prototype propeller aircrafts and I got so carried away I fell into the duck pond and had to swim out. Then we got back to the hotel and I got my own room because the people worked there liked me so much, which meant I didn't have to listen to my parents' snoring.

Meanwhile back IRL I am sitting in the same room every fucking day doing the same projects and jobs to try to reach the same fucking deadlines for almost no pay or only a promise of payment that I have been doing for years already. There's nowhere I can go since I have no money, and nobody cares about me anymore so there is no one I can go to.

>>38
Escapism.

Give up your life. It is shit and you hate it. Get a job in construction or shoveling gravel. Get some perspective. Find out what you truly love and are capable of. Then run towards your goal like a madman. I hate the military, but it took me getting out of my nations military to realize that it is the one thing I am gifted towards. So now I am trying to become the best SoF I can be.

>>39
I already did enough dirty jobs for a while. All I want is some acknowledgement for what I am doing and a bit of success, at least enough so I can live off what I am doing. It's really painful when nobody gives a shit about you or what you are doing, and then these same people give me shit because I never care for them even though I have cared more for them than what they ever did for me.

>>40
Oh it's painful sitting at a shitty desk job and not being appreciated for the special little snowflake you are? Does not having people clap like mad men while you wipe your ass with progress reports make you feel bad? Please tell us how your soft and gentle world is crushing down your free spirit, fag.

You obviously haven't done enough manual labour if you are this upset over people not valuing you. Better yet enlist in your nation's military. Learn what it feels like to be a man. Kill for your country. Grow the fuck up and become a man by bathing in the blood of your enemies.

Failing that post pics of your most attractive female relative on the image site. If you can't defend your women, show men what they look like so we can find out who we need to free next.

>>41
I am not doing a desk job for a company if that is what you think. I want to be a self-made man so I am working on my own.

And the only blood I want to spill is jewish.

I dreamt I was uncovering the truth behind 9/11 by accident while on a holiday in France and the UK. I went through the French riviera and talked to a cosplayer girl about some stuff and got a tip that there might be something at a secret exhibition at her art school in London. I go there and find a huge collection of WTC debris and the number 15 and 56 repeating. It seems that any concrete of the type 15 was specially made to withstand impacts of this kind and this was its testbed, and 56 was the only numbered exit that worked as an escape route.

I then went on to lie down on top of my in-dream gf wh slept on a nearby couch, but right as I did the cosplay girl came into the room dressed as a bumblebee and she wondered what I thought about the exhibition and I got up and hugged my dead grandmother who was playing with my sister's dogs.

Right before waking up I had a quick impression of walking into my significant other's room and proceeding to penetrate them.

I dreamed I was having sex with my dead sister. We were in the missionary position and looking deep into one another's eyes and just as I climaxed she pulled my head to her neck and whispered into my ear

Why didn't you save me? I loved you more than anything else

When she let go I pulled back and looked down and she was a rotten corpse with half of her head missing.

I woke up and cried for an hour before I started slamming a bottle of whiskey to try and kill my mind. Pretty drunk right now to be honest.

>>45
Don't worry anon. One day you will see your sister again, when the universe has had enough to time create an almost perfect copy of this world except next time, she doesn't die, and is also a precure.

>>47
Who is anon, Vipper?

Also I would only take her if she was Yayoi. No other cure is pretty enough to compare to the original.

I dreamt I was young again and back in my old house when I first moved in. For some reason I was into Sensha-dou for some reason. Anyway I was having a nice party at the pool with some people I had met and these guys started causing problems and I realized I didn't recognize them. I went over and introduced myself to see if I could pour oil over troubled waters and we talked. They started asking me about the house and myself. I tried to be polite but give them not answers. They got the hint so we started talking about other things, and they turned out to be really fun guys. We started talking about tanks and I mentioned I was interested in the sport but I was having trouble finding a shop in the area. One of them spoke up and said he knew a guy and that he could introduce me and I said okay. Then it was a different time and I was writing something down I couldn't read on a piece of paper and I had just finished when I heard the buzzer from the gate and I went downstairs to check on it. It was the two guys again and they asked if I wanted to go to see their friend. I told them it would be fine, but I had some family coming and they it would have to wait until after. They said it was fine they could wait here. I really wanted them to go, but I didn't feel like burning this connection and losing the chance, so I took them to the billiards room and told them to help themselves to anything in the fridge or bar while they waited. They started to ransack everything like a bunch of animals. I went back up stairs and my whole family was there. They asked me where I had been and I told them I had to take care of some friends and then my grandma started talking about how proud of me and how I was a grown man and she wanted to give me something. So she pulls a stack of cash out of her purse and started counting bills into in pile in front of me. I kept telling her I didn't need money, but she was saying hush a good lad needs to be rewarded. So I just smiled and waited until she had finished. Then she said not to tell anyone I had that on me. And everyone laughed and said that she shouldn't have done it in front of my friends. I turned around and there was the two guys and a bunch of what I assumed were their friends. One of them asked if we were ready to go. We were getting out in front of an old junk yard that was near one of my fathers shops when I was a kid, except it was tanky(I can't really explain. It looked kind of like how I remember, but the impression was tanks instead of cars). I walked inside and my two acquaintances introduced me to the owner. I pulled out the list I had written and started asking if he could get me the list of parts on it. He looked it over and said sure. Then he was going back and forth in the shop grabbing things and loading them on a giant trolley before scribbling something on a piece of paper. While he was doing this the two guys were fucking around and more of them were piling into the shop. One of them was dicking around with a blow torch and I kept watching him. He signalled to me to look, and I did and he was inching it closer to an intoxicated friend of his and then laughing when the guy got burned and pulled his arm back. The junk dealer was back buy the desk and I asked him if he had a m43 einheitsfeldmutze and he said he did. he grabbed it off the shelf and wrote something down on his pad and then he started to list off items and prices. I pulled out my envelope of cash and started laying them down into a pile in accordance with his thing. He said he wanted to check something real quick and he turned around and pulled out a book and started flipping through it. One of the other guys started pulling bills off the pile and when I looked at his face he smiled and nodded. His friend with the torch slapped his hands and made him put them back. The junkyard guy came back and asked me if I really wanted this bearing grease and that he had a line on some very high quality stuff. That was when I figured everything out.

Then I woke up sat down at the desk and poured myself a drink and looked at the thread list. I almost never dream, and when I do I hate it. All it does is remind me of how much I hate people.

I dreamtinatinged that I, after being a semi-decent student at a local school and then becmoning a game developer in a mountainous village in some European city, I got an invite to join the local Illuminati. At first they didn't trust me much so I didn't get access to much, and I was only allowed access to the lower parts of the building. The building was a huge complex that had been used for corn storage, farm equipment and so forth in the past, but had since then been transformed into an office complex. It did not look any suspicious inside, and if I hadn't known it was the Illuminati that operated it and owned the place it could have been any group. The only thing that stood out was a statue of hand signs leading to an opening in the roof that was sealed off with a small hatch.

One day a building project nearby went wrong and the crane started spinning out of control and was about to hit the Illuminati-complex, but the local priest who was also a part of th Illuminati got me to help out evacuate and steer the crane out of harms way, and for this I got access to the upper levels of the complex. I climbed the hand statue, and came to a big, open space that looked like a basketball court, as well as several smaller rooms like a kitchen, an observatory and a collection of valuable rocks. Some of these were rare crystals and minerals with values in the billions of yuros. They were showcased in glass displays with signs stating their area of use in tech both present and potential future, like spying through walls and holographic projection through solid objects. After that I went down again only to meet an old friend of mine in the lower observatory room. He told me he could help me with my game if only I had asked, but I had no idea he was a part of the Illuminati. Then I startede explaining more of my game to him and I woke up.

I was participating in a swimming race in the ocean, and afterwards was swimming next to a floating raft saying "that was so much fun!"

Then a shark bit into me and dragged me to the bottom to eat.

The holocaust was real

I have had these apocalyptic dreams for a while now, so watching the men of x feat. apocalypse hit a bit too close to home.

I can still remember the first apocalyptic dream I had in the late 90's as a kid after buying that Duke Nukem 3D expansion and at night in the weird orthodox russian hostel dream of endless rows of nuclear explosions in the horizons.

A nuclear armageddan.

It's a trembling, spinning, shaking, painful feeling. We're asleep together in a winter land. I'm looking just at you, you're looking just at me. Making a pledge for tomorrow.

armageddan real angry right now

I'm Duke Nukem and I'm coming to get the rest of you VIP bastards.

It's time to VIP ass and chew bubblegum, and I'm all out of gum.

I dreamt I was married to a very ugly, eccentric, distasteful and lazy but rich gay man on the countryside. We somehow slept in different rooms but he would come into my room to take my duvet off and lick my balls and taint through my boxers while I played on my PSP. The rooms were all classic Victorian ballroom-styled rooms but with ghastly pastel colourings and some 70's-inspired window frames together with all sorts of furniture from the 50's to the 70's. There were socks and dirty clothing everywhere on the fitted carpets and the only room that looked decent was the one I was sleeping in.

One day he left for a business trip somewhere and I was left in the home alone. The toilet was next to my room and I felt like I had to go to pee before going to bed, but I went to sleep anyhow. In that dream in my dream (yes, it was a layered dream), I dreamt that I really had to fucking pee so bad that I pissed my bed. Then I woke up in my other dream to see that I had almost wet my bed and it was leaking pee from my penis on my pajama legs and I rushed off to the toilet to pee. I peed a mighty stream and missed the bowl on a few occasions, then I went back to bed to sleep again. As I rustled under the bed covers back and forth I woke up IRL to have a strong urge to rush to the toilet to pee, which I did.

I feel that when I go to bed again now I will wake up in that dream again. It has happened many times before.

I dreamt I attended a local nerdcon but there weren't that many people there and I got worried that this wouldn't go so well so I went out to get more people.

On my way I met a pair of twin girls I haven't seen since highschool. They were living in a van and said they'd do anything if they could live in my flat for very little money (as they were poor). They lured me into the van and there was a cat there stuck in the heaps of boxes and bags and I cuddled his head from the front of the van and he relaxed. As they listened to my demands, and just as I was about to suggest anal, I woke up.

I dreamt I met this really cute girl somewhere at a school or library or somewhere academic and she invited me home to her parent's home (her father was dead). She had an average face and short blonde hair but her body was 11/10 in deliciousness. After showering she let me do anal and she tried as best as possible to take it well by helping out. We kept dating and she cut her hair even shorter to a buzzcut and I think she was a neo-nazi now but she still had this awfully cute voice and behaviour and she was all deredere for me. We had more sex at my old place and my penis snapped in half from her anal tightness and I freaked out because it hurt but then I woke up.

Dreamt that I took a big shit in front of everyone and there was a huge nasty white grub in it that leapt out of the shit.

I was in a cyberpunky quasi-dystopian futuristic city setting where ghosts and ghouls were rampant in a megacity but all I wanted to was to get the girl alone with me in a room in a warehouse used by some rebel in a back alley but then the weird things started to happen and we got invaded and I couldn't get to put my penis in her.

I dreamt I owned a huge apartment in the middle of my hometown. I got this from running AirBnB for a while and from good reviews and lots of customers I got enough money to buy the rest of the floor my flat was on including the two stores. One was an import store and the other was a slaughter of sorts.

After buying up the whole floor I stopped with the AirBnBs and opened it up for artists to just sit and draw. So many came from all parts of the country. My friends wouldn't believe me when I invited them over and said I own this. The two stores went well too and generated enough income to upgrade the toilets and more and better tables and chairs were got. When this asian guy knocked on the door I woke up.

>>61
I keep reading "I was a cyberbully" everytime I scroll past.

I wish I had consistent dreams, I almost never dream...

>>64
Same. I think I dream more when im barely properly sleeping, but those dreams are usually just boring nonsense. The ones I remember here and there are the incredibly poignant-seeming or fantastical ones. However, I think I have those more when I'm in terrible mental health, so...

A lot of the details are muddled, but this one little snippet has been stuck in my head:

I was apparently watching an interview with some woman from an indie rock duo of some sort, and she started talking about some in-joke in their music videos. Then it cut over to a snippet from a music video with the same woman and some guy. There was a shot of them both sliding pieces of magazines(?) together and forming the letters C, M, and S, with words appearing under the letters that get cut off by the camera. The accompanying lyrics that just keep coming back to me are a phrase that goes "C.M.S.: it stands for this." I guess the joke was that the letters had some meaning that they refused to share.

That's probably the most vivid dream I've had in a while, and it's rather inane, unfortunately.

I notice that the worse my life gets the more fantastic my dreams get.

I have had a string of amazing dreams recently.

I was lining with a girl while I was very sleepy so I kept falling asleep and the conversation would change in the dream and I'm not quite sure what was real and what isn't anymore or if my responses made any sense. I guess I could read the chat history but that isn't as fun.

I dreamt I was giving a retrospective interview for some indie game. People thought it was good, but we had apparently gotten to the end and didn't have time to include cinematics for whatever reason, so there was no story whatsoever. I woke up kind of wishing it was real despite never seeing any of it.

In my dream, I had four testicles; the extra pair being somehow suspended in two accessory nutsacks between my actual beanbag and thighs.

I dreamt I had to kill a whole colony of space kids with wrenches, heavy objects, screwdrivers and lead pipes. I had to make sure their heads were squashed and that they were proper dead so that the face huggers could not use them for incubation. As soon as I killed the last kid a cyber-alien with red laser eyes and metal coating jumped out of a wall and attacked me and I woke up.

Dreamt I was diving to recover some guy's golf balls from the sandy bottom of some lake/sea. Had to go down maybe 15 or 20 feet to reach them. I dug up more of them than he was expecting me to find.

One of my dreams got crashed by Hideo Kojima.
It started off as a bleak dystopian movie about US-imposed population control in China after a war, and the Resistance was trying to smuggle weapons or something aboard a passenger train but got found out. So in a panic, the rebels hijacked the train and took the passengers hostage, and when they were showing the hostages to the Military/Media they took the bag off of one guy's head and the words "GUEST STARRING: HIDEO KOJIMA" flashed into view when his face was revealed. My consciousness literally cut in, going "what the fuck" out loud before I woke up angry.

I'm not sure what to make of this but I hope he doesn't crash any more of my dreams.

I dreamt I was talking one-on-one through a web chat client with the admin and moderator of several anime boards, he was a nice guy and we had some good chats.

I dreamt I went to some public swimming pool and theme park in which had a very difficult maze that had so far only had two levels explored. The third level was behind a closed door which was very difficult to get to.

Waiting outside were two extremely delicious girls. They were friends and both students possibly in their early 20s. I got to know them through failing at getting further in the maze and around the theme park but as the dream progressed I got incredibly horny since their bodies were so delicious and I saw them naked changing clothes under a towel. The girl with the brown hair had a delicious paipan innie pussy and nice, round breasts and the softest butt. I managed to turn this into a lucid dream by being so horny that I stopped my maze antics, went over to her after she had changed to a small shorts and singlet, and started fingering her butt. Then I forced her to deepthroat me and she willingly obliged.

I wasn't that happy waking up.

Had a dream that I was on a small sailboat in the middle of the ocean. I had my phone in my pocket, and was balancing on the stern, so I wanted to put it somewhere safe so it couldn't fall out of my pocket. Just as I was about to slide it across the deck and into the hatch, some old guy said "All fascists deserve to have their phones thrown into the sea" and my phone slid off the deck.

Does this mean I'm a fascist?

>>76

You say that like its a bad thing

Dreamt a bunch of weird stuff, this is what I can remember:
For some reason some Mexican/Japanese artist had bought some sort of "personal masturbator" that was in the shape of a huge dildo, but soft and... penetratable.

The other thing was me joining some Korean martial art thing involving swords, but they required short hair, so the instructor simply cut off all of my hair with his knife. Then we were supposed to do sword exercises, but the (western) sword I had brought was too long, so I had to use a wooden katana.

I was just trying to go about my business as usual but soldiers kept coming up and shooting me. Every time my cute neighbor would nurse me back to health, but I kept getting bloodier and bloodier until I was completely red. Then a kindly dog wearing body armor and carrying large guns on its back helped escort me to work and back.

>>79
This made me laugh because somehow I can so vividly imagine this as real.

>>79

That's a great dream.

I'm not even sure what this dream was about. All I can vaguely remember is that SAoVQ was some sort of labyrinthine tower with a huge snake guardian guarding it. I guess it was something about how the "internet historians" valued it a lot, and therefore it was a huge structure in the middle of nowhere. Or maybe the other way around?

I dreamt I was in a compensated or otherwise on-demand exclusive sexual relationship with my childhood friend, who appeared as a sense that she hadn't aged since she was 16. (she's a relative hamplanet today.) Woke up wanting to go back to that dream, underpants reeking of man-juice.

My cute neighbor kissed me on the cheek and I kissed her on the lips which made her very flustered. Then the doorbell rang so I went to the door and opened it but nobody was there. Suddenly a grenade flew in from the window. I grabbed in and threw it back outside. After it blew up I looked outside and there was a bunch of soldiers loitering in the yard having a giggle. They looked at me and threw two grenades through the window. Without much time, I threw back one grenade and threw myself on the second one. After the horrible explosion I ran out the door to yell at the soldiers, but they had already ran away. My cute neighbor mentioned that I was late for work, so I ran very fast at incredible speed to the train station. At my high speed I failed to notice a soldier concealed by the roadside who stuck his leg out. Tumbling to the ground, the dream ended.

I had sex with a ghost girl. It was okay. Then I accidentally beat up some high school girls because I mistook them for soldiers. Fortunately they didn't seem to mind so much.

I bitched at my classmates and called them a plethora of mean names. It was really liberating. Then I went lucid and tried to fuck someone I think.

I was on an elevated train going through what looked sort of like Austin, heading toward the city center. I saw my husbando at a cafe and again at some kind of flea market or something along those lines, but I couldn't do or say anything on account of still being on the train. Eventually I arrived at the train station, which was this massive, multistory, modernist building which I never actually saw from the outside but seemed to be made primarily of glass tinted a shade of blue dark enough to not let in light.

I met an older woman possibly two, near an escalator. She was wearing the sort of expensive but still off-the-rack clothing an upper-middle class person who wants to show off but doesn't know much about fashion would wear. She said something to the effect of she would invite me somewhere, possibly to dinner, but I'd be dead in less than a month so there wasn't any point. I mentioned that I could also leave the city before then, but she didn't respond.

I wasn't paying much attention to her regardless, as I was too busy trying to figure out how I could get back to that cafe where I saw my husbando. I didn't really care about anything else.

I dreamt I inspected the vaginers of two girls and saw that one of them had her clitoral part glued together and she kept on saying she was saving herself only for the richest men in the world. The other wanted sex right away with me.

Dreamed that I was going to test a zombie-hunting/fashion dress-up school MMO for someone, and the character creation offered the option of using a bunch of preset faces including likenesses of the band members of Linkin Park (even if you'd set the character's base body to female). And then you had the option of replacing the character's nose with various styles of penis.

I was lazing around watching anime on a comfy chair when my cute neighbor walked into the room and sat on my lap. She kept fidgeting and I got a very large boner which despite my utmost efforts, rubbed against her cute butt. Then, the doorbell rang, so I got up, tucking my erection into my pant leg as best as I could, before answering the door, and was shot.

I dresmt I was traveling with my dream gf and her family and her parents had become stock art photo models and the entire neighbourhood we drove through to get meatballs and mash used the image of her father as scarecrows. Every time we drove through the city it moved further north but we had to drive through it to get to the eating place which was in a morgue that was also a community center and also a dancehall.

I was biking home and somehow ended up hundreds of miles away in new york city. I didnt have any money or a phone, so I asked a black girl if I could use her phone to call a ride. She let me and was really nice to help me figure out how to work it when I got confused trying to actually place the call, but I woke up sometime while I was trying to figure it out.
It was a little stressfull at the time, but somehow comfy to recount now.

I was on a camping trip or something with a group of teens to Japan for some reason and among them were a few JEWS. The jewish guy lended me some equipment but later I found out it had an interest rate and I could not repay in time so I tried to find him. However he had died in an earthquake and suddenly everything was post-apocalyptic and devastated but I found the teens I was traveling with near a broken city border control. The jewish woman invited me in to this weird trailer/house hybrid home and started making food. I slid my hand down imside her pants between her buttcheeks and put pressure on her butthole with my fingers and she moaned and told me that it made her horny. Then I had to find watermelon-flavoured gum or something in the rubble of the nearby town and then I woke up as I climbed a devastated house and found the farewell note of the other jew.

I was in New York City and someone jumped off a building. They slid down relatively slowly, and instead of hitting the street, they went through an opening in a vent into the sewer, and I don’t think they died. It’s like if you land in water in a video game and it stops you from taking fall damage. It didn’t make sense but it was all a dream (I used to read Word Up Magazine).

I had my hair cut in a hime cut and had on red lipstick, and was trying to get a black dress on just so to look extra pretty. And then I noticed the forehead line of my hair was crooked because I'd cut it myself and done a bad job.

I was out sailing with my parents somewhere in Iceland or Scotland. Suddenly it turned dark and stormy, and as I was telling my dad to take care so he wouldn't fall off, he went overboard.
I should also mention that the boat was somewhat unusually shaped, with the cockpit about halfway down the length and nothing (just bare deck) behind it, and all the rigging in front. You had to be precariously perched on top of the raised and angled cabin deck to do practically anything except steering.

Someone kept blowing a whistle in the distance. Annoying as fuck.

Turns out my smoke alarm batteries needed replacing

Another multi-segment dream. First I was visiting my grandparents abroad and because it was my last day with them I wanted to visit the old cathedral in town. This was made somewhat difficult by the fact that I was bound to an electric wheelchair, controlled using a keyboard placed in front of me. Getting on an off the subway was a challenge as I was not used to the control scheme and kept bumping into people. I returned from the cathedral and apparently performed a certain Chopin piece so well that a local event organizer wanted me to perform it at another nearby church.
That church was pretty weird; at the very top of the clock tower was a tiny organ where I was instructed to practice/wait until the concert started. Eventually I was brought down to the stage (located in the basement) and was promptly overcome by stage anxiety.

After waking up for a few minutes, I had a dream with a scenario somewhat similar to The Thing, where some mysterious lifeform infected people and turned them into monstrous creations one by one.

I dreamted that I was watching porn on a laptop with a girl. It was called Huwalden and was about a cute young girl with short light hair that sucked off a hairy cock. Presumably her boyfriend's. This porno was also reviewed in great detail by a pulp magazine that laid on the table. The author was a young goth woman who praised it. I wanted to download it so we could watch it offline in case the rip got taken down but I could only find fake versions and some Japanese sidescrolling shooter with the same name.

Now we went to Japan and I wanted to go to a love hotel to act out the porn there as supposedly it was made in a love hotel in Japan. I met a cosplayer who was at a financiak convention that invited us to the same hotel but it was trashed by the cosplayer's pimp which I read about in the aforementioned pulp magazine.

After involving the local police and the clean-up crew I hoped to get the two girl with me in a room for a threesome but the reparations dragged out abd we got served food and then I woke up.

>>99
The goth woman was actually Cyndi Lauper in the "Time after Time"-video. Wew.

I dreamed I was the manager of an ice cream parlor and I spanked the waitress with the ice cream scoop, but she kept being resistant and back-talky and I didn't have the guts to be stern with her. Then my dick fell off.

I stepped out of the room my ensemble was rehearsing in to grab music but suddenly I was down the street in some village and my director kept asking, "Where is he? Where did he go?" I jumped in a nearby car and started desperately trying to drive back in time for rehearsal, while yelling, "I'm here! I'm here!!" I rolled down the window to try and be heard better but to no avail. In hindsight, I wonder if I actually called out IRL. Sometimes near the ends of dreams, if I'm talking to someone I'll mumble the replies in the real world too. I woke up at 4:32 and spent almost 20 minutes frantically looking for my music before realizing I don't even have that rehearsal today.

I tried to go back to sleep but in the next dream, my university's pep band was having its biggest game in 40 minutes and I had forgotten all about it. I was sitting and sipping High Life through a straw when my family drove up to take me home. I had to hide the beer and then, after the text got to me that I was about to miss something important, I had to argue with them until they finally agreed to let me stay on campus and go. It was very stressful, and I think this part of the dream stemmed from some deep-seated issues I have with my relationship with them. Anyway, I rushed to the van that the band was traveling in and jumped in. To my surprise, my close friend Tom was in there. The two of us sat and chatted until the ride was over, and the band unloaded to warm up in sectionals. I went under the van to grab my drum cases, but upon opening them I realized that Tom had filled them with furniture, not my drums. I started booking it, trying to figure out what I could tell the band's director. I then woke up again at 7:43. I'm still very disoriented and extremely paranoid that I'm missing something today. I'm going to get up and go about my day like normal, and see if I make it without reason for concern.

Dreamed that I started downloading a torrent from a link on SAOVQ and then a bit later noticed "WTF this torrent is 100 nonobytes, no wonder my laptop is running like crap, it can't hold that much!"

My work visa got fucked and I had to fly from Tokyo to New York City for a day. In New York, there was no Lawson across the street anymore just a rip off called Lowson which wasn't the same because they didn't sell karaage-kun and were not staffed by cute Chinese/ Southeast Asian girls. The next day I woke up in my old 13th floor apartment, and was about to set out for the airport, but suddenly I found out that I couldn't go back ever again, and so I couldn't see my cute neighbor anymore and I felt very depressed. I phoned my boss to explain that I was going to be forever late to my work, while apologizing and bowing profusely.

That is where my dream ended, but most likely where >>94 kun's dream began.

I was on a virtual MMO (think sorta Overlord-ish, which I've been watching too much of lately) and was in the guild stronghold preparing for an attack from our enemies. We were making our preparations, watching for the enemy approach, but there was only a single emissary that we dispatched, and then... they magically built a wall in our courtyard. A defensive wall, but useless for any defense the way it was positioned. There was this strong air of paranoia as we kept watching through the magic view screens to try to figure out what the fuck the enemy's gambit was, building this fucking wall.

Finally, after much tension, the wall began to separate into pieces and the ruse was revealed. Every fucking voxel of that wall was a disguised enemy, all stacked up on each other to make themselves look like a wall. A huge, overwhelming army. I woke up before the battle really started but it didn't look good for us.

My penis was substantially larger than what it is in the real world.

Dreamed I was watching a weird anime (well, maybe not that weird by anime standards...) that somebody was sending to me on VHS tapes, sometimes frustratingly out of order so I'd have to sort out what was actually in the main sequence and what was OVA bonus episodes and stuff.

The anime itself was about a school club with a secret membership requirement that you had to be a disturbed individual. So half of the time they were doing cute club things while the other half was them acting demented and plotting (and sometimes achieving) plans to lure people into being tortured and murdered. Black magic also seemed to be involved. One of the members committed suicide in front of the others, but continued to attend as some sort of undead (she wore clothes that covered the scars so you couldn't tell by looking). One guy considered joining the club but decided not to after meeting one of the members and deciding he "did not like the smell of her".

Towards the end of the dream the club was in some sort of maid service competition and dressed up in the typical maid uniforms. They were instructed to serve cake and sliced it up neatly with one of their favorite murder knives. Then there was a mishap that caused the girl bringing the cake to trip and send the plates flying. Somehow (perhaps the black magic thing again) the plates landed face up in front of the people they were serving anyway but the team was penalized, being reprimanded to serve cake more gently next time and that a maid shouldn't call undue attention to herself.

I dreamded that I was watching a televised cooking show (which I never do), and the chef in the show had a conversation with me about the balance of sweet portions, and how I was doing the right thing by having something sweet to drink for the main course, and regular tea for the dessert, so it's always a balance. I didn't get to look at his face as I could only see his forearms and lower body, but he was too polite to be Gordon Ramsay, and too buff to be Jamie Oliver.

I was in my house (the old house I used to live in, not my current one). I was about to eat dinner when these soccer fratboys came in and started talking all loud, and then they brought in some large dog animal thing. They were like, "it's so cool bro, right?" I unwrapped my burger and it jumped at me trying to eat it, and then I woke up.

I stumbled across a website - notably, with a .mil domain - hosting some sort of VIP music album, apparently created by several hispanic VIPPERs. There were exactly seven tracks displayed in a table, and each had some weird "artist" name (in the rightmost column) that, when clicked, expanded to show all the participating artists.

I dreamdeneded that the local airport served katsudon, but it was not where I thought they were serving katsudon, so I accidentally entered their kitchen and toilet area. Then I apologised to the clerk and he wanted to serve me katsudon but he couldn't right now so I told him I'd return with my in-dream gf. Then something weird happened, and I woke up.

something weird happened, and I woke up.

something weird happened, and I woke up with an odd sense of deja vu.

something hot happened, and I woke up with a boner

I dreamded I became involuntarily member number 105 of "The murder club" which is a combination of Battle Royale and The Continental led by a Chinese triad gang boss with a very secret past. The rules were you could kill anyone at any time including the boss, but if you killed him everyone would turn on you to take his place over you. Since I was the newest and least experienced murderer everyone naturally turned on me (except for a girl with white/lavender hair). I only wanted to get out because I had no intention to kill or get killed.

One day we are having an introductory round of the 15 or so alive members in a tiny hidden club in an alley somewhere and my mother is somehow there and thinks it is the coolest thing ever. I really want her out before she gets killed. Two of the girls help me force her outside, but one of the other murderers, a really cocky guy with knives and a spiky bat wants to kill me right now.

When the Chinese triad boss lines us up in a circle in the backyard to introduce everyone to me, I snap and wrap a garden hose with a fishing net over the cocky guys' neck and head until he suffocates. Everyone else is simply staring at this point, and I realise I will eventually become the next leader of the murder club, simply by being the most unassuming and unpredictable.

The cute girl that's not my girlfriend went on a road trip with me. We found an abandoned mansion and things were starting to get steamy. I said, "my girlfriend wouldn't like this." She replied, "dude look how hard my nipples are!" She gave me a hard nipple hug and I woke up, very disconcerted.

I was a detective trying to solve some sort of mystery at a big fancy hotel. I also sort of had magical powers. I saw the two suspects walking through the foyer and going toward a basement, so sat somewhere inconspicuous and did a body take over of the female suspect. I then, in in the female suspect's body and listening to her protests in my (her) head, pounced on the male suspect and raped him in the basement. The sex was steamy and felt pretty good. Afterward, the police burst into the basement and arrested the two, and I jumped back into my body. My methods were unethical and the policeman in charge of the bust expressed his discomforts, but he also seemed to grudgingly respect my results.

I woke up briefly and when I went back to sleep, I was at the same hotel the morning after, thi stime off the beat and just trying to relax. Outside the main doors I met up with Jughead (as portrayed in the Netflix series Riverdale), and we entered together. The man behind the counter shot some passive aggressive comment to me after greeting us, something regarding the arrest yesterday. We ignored it and went upstairs, where we enjoyed a warm breakfast by a large window ovrlooking the gardens outside. Many acquaintances from my real life were in this dining area as well, although I didn't converse with them as much.

My overall verdict on this dream was that I have been binging Riverdale too hard, am sexually needy due to not being able to see my girlfriend as regularly. I woke up very turned on with a strong morning's wood, and a little hungry.

I don't remember everything about it, but I distinctly remember getting a very pleasurable and real-feeling blowjob from my gf near the middle of the dream. I remember doing some paperwork on my PC later on. I also know that near the end of the dream, the music from my IRL alarm was incorporated, and I watched as a man from my hometown started his burgeoning music career dancing and performing the music on a stage. I wish I remembered more from it, I'll have a more in-depth report next time.

I dreamt of blendshapes and morph targets. It was a thoroughly surreal dream because it was so anchored in reality yet everything I observed around me could be morphed and blended using Blender and Unity. I woke up rather bewildered.

There was some big thing happening, a performance or festival or something. I hadn't practiced the music at all, and when I got there it turned out it was too hard to bullshit. I moved to pull out the sheet music to learn it on the spot, only to find that it was missing. The director/guy in charge was very pissed and shat on me verbally, telling me how disappointed he was, how I'm only good some of the time. He asked me what I'd call myself, and I answered, "Inconsistent."

Also, the four mallets I was using on my instrument disappeared to be replaced by three pancakes. The three pancakes at some point became two. Completely sabotaged, there was no way for me to play the music. I woke up relatively soon after attempting to hit the marimba with two pancakes. Before coming completely to my senses I felt very stressed, and insecure.

I'm certain this dream stemmed from the large amounts of stress I've been dealing with, between working on furthering my music career and interacting with my family that I hate. Hopefully in due time my life will get a little easier, and my dreams will become less harrowing again.

I unexpectedly received a set of old audio cassettes in their plastic case in amongst a lot of CD-ROMs I'd ordered. There was a nice autumn cabin scene on the cover and a sticker on the back suggested it had belonged to a library's audiobook collection back in the 80s. I put one of the cassettes in a walkman and took a listen, and it turned out the audio on it was actually one of those ASMR dirty talk things that are supposed to help you jack off or whatever.

Just last night I dreamt of large, sexually attractive breasts.

I was living in some sort of dorm building with many acquaintances from the past year or so. One of them put on a jacket and left our room for the elevator, and I followed suit.. For some reason, when the elevator was moving I was stumbling all over myself, then regained balance when it stopped at the bottom.

We exited and we wen t our own ways. I ended up at this mix of video game and real life--I think I was on my computer playing the game, while also experiencing it first person. It was some sort of race mini game inside of a Toon Link and Kirby video game that had a respectable niche following. Its users talked shit on each other via a textboard sort of like ours, except with a sky blue background instead of our brick situation.

After playing some and perusing the textboard, I realized someone had posted an image that seemed oddly familiar. It was a black man dressed up like an internet character, and in the background the architecture looked like something I'd seen before. I soon realized that the picture was taken on my actual university campus, and I discussed this with the other posters. I identified the location of the post as the upper section of Main Street, near where the student center resides.

Soon after closing my computer and actually walking toward main street, I woke up. Earlier in the night there was a different dream, this one about me being lost in an important road trip with a large cart, but I don't remember the series of events on that one as well.

I was watching a porn scene starring Sabrine Maui, but actually standing there instead of watching on a screen. After a while she said she would give me a blowjob so I lay down next to the other guy and she started sucking me off, but I woke up before it was done.

I dreamded that I was looking at lewd videos on youtube and especially a video from a brazilian games show where one of the girls that pretended to be some older guys' daughter accidentally lost her entire bikini on the beach and her covering towel blew off while she was laying under it and she rolled around in the sand naked and you could see her pussy and asshole.

Suddenly about 30 brazilians enter my backyard by helicopters, most of them a little oldef than myself but some of the females were younger than me. They all needed to come inside to help with their university study reports and I tried frantically to hide the video but could not close the tab so I swought to another tab instead. Two of the females sat down next to me and asked to share the desk for an hour and they saw the tab with the brazilian name, laughed, and asked me how much do I know about brazilian culture, and then I woke up.

>>125
Ok, I just realised how fucking ridiculous the transition between the first and the second paragraph is. I guess that's why it is a dream.

I fake-woke up to my father freaking out at me. He was beside himself, crying and yelling. He was yelling at me to change my desktop. I thought it was fine at first, but then I realized at some point my "Do It For Her" poster had been changed to be full of lewd pictures of my waifu. I checked my phone to delete anything incriminating off of there, and realized there was gay porn in my photo album. My father told me he caught me with gay porn and that I'd tried sucking his dick. I was utterly distraught, feeling like I had been framed or something. I woke up for real around 4:15 AM, first panicking about how to fix things, then after realizing it was a dream feeling very hateful and bitter that my parents are such that I'd have nightmares about what could happen if they thought I was gay. After a little time, i went back to sleep and continued dreaming.

I was texting my girlfriend at home and at some point in the conversation, she decided to come over. We spend a good amount of time cuddling on my sofa and watching fictional youtube videos. Around 11:37 pm she decided it was time to go, we didn't kiss because my parents were home and she went on her way.

After this, I drove/teleported back to the university library, where I had been working before my girlfriend came over I think. I was setting my workstation back up when someone who looked a little like my girlfriend sat next to me. I almost kissed her but thought, "that's not my girlfriend and it could be taken as sexual assault."

I was then press-ganged into some sort of slave team. A crew walked past my workstation, pulled me up and I followed them down many stairs into what seemed to be another world. I was soon in a slave complex of sorts on top of a very steep mountain/hill with lots of tunnels within it. I settled in inside a barrack with around 12 other guys of different builds, races etc. Our slavemaster came in and briefed us on what we were doing. After fastening our slave cuffs and wrapping some sort of cable around our necks, we set out for deep down in the caves/valley/whatever was so deep down.

It was a very supernatural environment, and in hindsight I think the best interpretation of where I was could be some type of fantasy-esque dungeon. When we were near the bottom, there were docks and whole oceans to be seen, as well as a large field with colored twisting balls sitting on top of stalks. Our task as described by the slavemaster was to collect these, and also find the Gundam that was buried somewhere in the place. We got to work, but since I was new and didn't have proper slave gear, my inventory was limited and I was trying to cram the spheres into pockets in my cargo shorts.

Suddenly, it started raining heavily and there were flashes of thunder. I pointed and my crew noticed what I saw--in the horizon of the ocean, there were like 20 GMs and Gundams leaping and flying in our direction. The slavemaster told us to retreat while another slave crew was ordered to stay and keep collecting things. After a brief moment spent teasing the unlucky crew, I lead my team back up toward the surface. There was a lot of danger and peril, fantasy traps and GMs and living boats that were trying to get to us from the water. When we got up far enough to see some of the slave barracks though, things mellowed out considerably. We were almost back to our barrack when it started raining indoors. I turned and saw one of our guys that had gone missing erlier walking toward us from the rain. I asked him, "Are you sure you want to be up here without your comb?" To which he replied, "I'm not worried."

Shortly after checking behind us for more trouble from the rain, we ran all the way back up to the library, at which point I woke up for the last time. Overall verdict, I suppose the first nightmare was caused by deep-seeded fears of anyone discovering my bisexuality. The second dream, while scary at times, was much more enjoyable with a great atmosphere. Overall rating for the nightmare, 1/10. Rating for the subsequent dreams, 8.5/10.

The last trains had already left so I searched for routes home on google maps. Only one route remained; it was by boat, with no transfers, and leaving in a few minutes. I dashed to the dock, finding only small wooden rowboat with about a dozen people on it. As soon as I stepped foot on the boat, the oarsman started rowing down the river.

I opened my wallet to pay for the ride, and realized that I had no cash on me. I asked the oarsman if he accepted the suica train card. The oarsmen, in his black robes, reached out his skeletal hand to tap the suica scanner attached to the boat. I waved my card above the scanner, before it beeped, flashed a red x, and in the soft voice of a japanese woman politely told me that I had insufficient funds. I apologized to charon for boarding without any way to pay, and jumped into the river.

I was sitting at my laptop when I got a notification from Tinder that I'd gotten a match. I haven't used the app in almost a year, so I was confused as to how it had happened. Upon opening the notification, I saw that it was the cute girl that isn't my girlfriend again, the perpetrator of the hard nipple hug in my dreams a little while ago. I got angry that she kept hijacking my dreams and started yelling at my phone for her to cut it out (dream logic told me she could hear me). I deleted the app in my dream and double-checked my actual phone when I woke up, as well.

I was sitting near the entrance of a large plot of land when a dog ran through the gate. Then a film crew appeared. I was apparently an unwitting extra in a movie called Emmie Max, so I was asked to sign a release form. The first question was whether I agreed with the concept of camo mixed with denim, worn in combination to blend in better with large rocks (this answer required a signature). The rest of it I had to fill in using pencil on a tiled floor.
The plot to the movie involved an execution in a lake, thwarted by water zombies.

I had a dream the other night that I was sleeping in a tent in the woods when, suddenly, a wind started to blow and Mima from Touhou Project appeared and I got really spooked. Then the dream cut abruptly to a security camera feed inside of an abandoned concrete structure in the same woods. There was a screen for each floor of the building and the basement had a boiler inside of it and I found this very unnerving for some reason.

All I remember from last night is a dream where I was inside of some battleship or possibly a space-faring vessel and it had a really loud alarm system. Right before I woke up, I dreamt about making Doom WADs which seems like less fun of an idea now that I've been awake for a while.

I was part of some military space force. We rode a space elevator from orbit down to the planet surface, where we ran into some sort of D-Day situation. Eventually I got separated from them, and ended up alone and unarmed, accompanied by a swarthy bearded man and a fairly cute Asian girl with a gun. We were stealthing around a countryside that was progressively starting to look more and more like the courtyards of my university, and were about to face conflict for the first time when I woke up.

I had two little kids. A boy and a girl. I took them around in their trolley. It was summer and a beautiful day. We were somewhere in the countryside on a holiday. We laughed and smiled and hugged and had a great time. My wife was also there and it felt like everything I wanted in my life. Then I woke up.

I had sex and cummed inside my two cute neighbors. Then when I was walking home some guys walking behind me were being assholes and trying to start a fight so I punched one in the face and then fought 3 of them at once but I didn't do so good.

A few of my friends were in the university library with me. It seemed to be winter. They were arranging to go outside and have a fight with some kettle bells we found in the corner of the building. First we put on our gas masks, of course, and flipped the switch on the side so we could breathe correctly. Before we were about to go though, I threw up a little in my mouth and had to spit it into a trash can. When I woke up, I was unsure if I had actually thrown up a little in my throat or not. After a lot of swallowing and more careful introspection, I'm still unsure and perhaps will never know.

I cummed in my cute neighbor's vagina and then my other neighbor's mouth and she then kissed the semen into the first girls mouth.

My neighbors decided to mow the lawn by tying a lawnmower to the front of their car and driving up and down the garden.

I dreamed I was at the kitchen drinking some coffee when a weirdo broke into my house. I beat him up but can't remember what I did after that.

I dreamt that I was on top of a skyscraper in the middle of a vast city when suddenly Armageddon started and the nukes dropped. It was like a carpet-bombing of small nuclear devices. The skyscraper collapsed and I fell like a hundred stories and somehow survived. Then I was at a Disney Land type place where I suddenly turned into Asriel Dreemurr from Undertale. I started fucking around with mixing a bag of concrete which angered Asgore and then the other characters ganged up on me an had me committed to a mental institution which kind of resembled a gothic castle with neon signs on it.

I was having phone sex with my ex when I was suddenly thrust from my bed by a friend of mie. We had a football game to go to, and we were already behind schedule to get there with the marching band. I couldn't find my drums, so I just prayed that someone had packed them already and grabbed some cymbals just in case.My group had to go through random suburbs to reach the field, and on these back roads we ran into the West Chester band, whom we have a lot of antipathy toward. We almost starte a rumble, but the sudden appearance of a childhood friend in their drumline defused the situation. We reached the field and were about to rehearse when I woke up.

I was living in a very large luxury apartment with several other people, who were having an argument about who gets to take a dump in the sole toilet of the place. I also needed to go, so I told them to buzz off because I'm the one paying the rent and thus my needs take precedence.

tried to pet a parrot but it kept biting my fingers

I had entered a skyscraper apartment of some kind where the walls were lined with glass cabinets lit from underneath, giving them an eerie glow, and there were what seemed like bodyguards in a corner of each room. In the main dining room an asian woman invites me to sit on a chair next to hers, but when I do she smiles at me and gets up to go to a different room. Her body looks from behind like that of a woman in her thirties, with widened hips and the musculature of not having sat on her ass all her days, and I find that strangely fetching.

The bodyguard continues to look at her cellphone with a rehearsed idleness.

I was visiting the onsen with some of my neighbors. After a bit of chilling in the onsen, my cute neighbor walked in and started bathing next to me. Nobody really seemed to think anything was odd, except for me, as I got a very big boner.

I dreamteneded that I joined John Carmack on his job and it involved private airplanes with jacuzzi seats, naked ladies that clung to hin and a business trip to Eastern Europe in the summer.

Tan muscle man on the beach, but with a vulva.

Today I had a dream my house was broken into. I thought they had installed a RAT on my computer and were watching my every move. It was quite scary as I could not tell it was a dream yet. Upon waking up I checked to see my doors were locked and ran a virus scan.

I won a million dollars on a scratch 'N' win ticket, but I left it on a bench and someone took it.

https://anonfile.com/neP22aj4b4/dream_thread_zip
Full backup of a previous dream thread.

I dreamteneded that I was in China but it was a dystopian cyberpunk future with constant dark thunder skies and a giant white robot iguana went around and ate all the tall buildings. It almost stepoed on me while I observed it. Afterwards I tried to make my way to Beijing but the pollution was so bad that the smog made it hard for me to navigate the ancient brickwall maze in the countryside. A negro on the wall tried to tell me where to go but he could hardly speak human language and up I woke.

Then I had another dream where I entered the body of some middle aged japanese business man who had a JAV-model in his hotelroom. She undressed all the way to her pantsu and started sucking his penis and licking his balls and ass. She was in her early 20's and had a flat chest, but thicc thighs and a round booty. When he started cumming he came so hard he frightened her and she ran off to hide in the bathroom.

I was in Japan, but for some reason the terrain is extremely steep. So much so that a downward escalator was like a roller coaster without any parts where the cart goes up, and people stand on their own legs (or sit down on a floor) unassisted.

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It was actually an iguana with chameleon eyes to be precise.

I was looking into my nostril with a view like some sort of medical scope, all lit up and magnified so I could see easily. There was a huge booger in there which I proceeded to try to pick out with my finger.

In a post-postapocalyptic frontier setting, I was doing some maintenance-type things at a quasi-pastoral large family building of some sort. A swarm of children become excited at something flying in the sky, and when I go look it turns out to be a stork or swan of some kind barely gliding along with fucked-up looking wings.

There was a dude all dressed up in a leather getup sorta like a crudely made gimp suit or something the killer from a slasher flick would wear, and I was pointing at him and hollering, "Your shirt is made of SKIN! Your pants are made of SKIN! Your mask is made of SKIN! Your bag is made of SKIN!"

I dreamed that my night of drinking with the boys continued, and we went out to find a party while we were drunk. Along the way, the girl that I'm no longer into walked by and my friend John said she was into me. We laughed about it and did more drunk bro things around my campus, with slight lapses in reality due to dream logic. We were almost back home, and then I had some of my instruments with me for some reason. Then another girl showed up with a drill, and fucking destroyed my favorite cymbal to an irreparable degree. This part of the dream was very real-feeling, and I was quite shocked and upset well after I woke up, unsure if what I thought had happened was real or not. Overall verdict is an 8/10, it was a fun continuation of a fun night of drinking but that ending was nightmare-tier.

The I dreamtenested that I went to a little village in the forest, but it had a dark secret in which it was the only entry point to a prison colony that was in the middle of a radiation field that the prisoners would die if they were to enter. The radiation was all natural and came from rocks in the ground.

The village was extremely 70's in look and feel and smell, The kids were dressed in the height of 70's fashion and there were all extremly 70's interiors like dark wooden walls, green, yellow and orange upholstery, and those glorious lampshades and lamp fixtures. I walked around until I came to a high-tech area where a punk girl told me that it was a teleporter to get to the place where a 747-airplane had crashed. For some reason I got sucked into it and saw where I teleported this hellish, almost underground, dystopian cityscape very much like in Escape from New York. The plane was shrouded in polluted fog and everything was decaying. I got teleported back quickly as the technicians managed to get me back, but then they had to send me back again because I was one of the few who survived the trip, and they needed someone to report on the situation in there.

I got sent back to stay for 24 hours, and had to first find a place to live. All these weird young people around made it clear they were not prisoners, but their descendants, and that this had become its own isolated country. There were food stalls, an economy, rental flats, and even a very simple hot air balloon transport system, but the balloon never managed to rise high enough to clear the treetops and avoid the radiation, so instead it got used for equipment transport.

I walked through this old train station that hadits tunnels destroyed by rocks. Most likely they were plugged due to the radiation. There was a place that served dried meat and soup, and I tried it, and it was ok. I eventually found an abandoned flat and squatted there for a little while, until the people became suspicious of me because I was so different. Just as in Escape from New York this place was ruled by a madman, one that was inspired by the bosses in arcade beat-em-up video games, who had a tall blonde mohawk, orange leather jacked, orange trousers, and a white tank top underneath. He also wore 3D-glasses for added effect. He decided he wanted to find me, and I had to get back.

For some reason when I teleported back this time I ended up in Los Angeles instead of the village, but I recognised everywhere and found my way back to the village. There, they were having a party and the hot air balloon was flying around above them. Then I learned that 20 years had passed and that the prison colony had crumbled and disappeared under an earthquake, and they told it to me using video game graphics from the early 90's arcades. The end boss guy looked up at rocks that fell down and crushed everything around him, until he got squashed himself. I got to try the hot hair balloon and flew it around over the party for a while. I managed to fly it between the trees really well and they thought I had learned this from the prion colony, but I did not know. Then I flew into the foggy mountains, and up I woked.

I was in a secluded place with my ex, and we started having sexy times. I remember this was handled very realistically in the dream, there was some hesitancy because we weren't in good terms IRL but things started getting steamy. Right before the Insertion happened though, I came to my senses and ran away. She then texted me on my dream phone all kinds of hurtful things, to which I replied "I still have to find my heart."

I then went for a run around my hometown to clear my head, but I kept running into school buses and kids walking. I realized it must be a school day, and questioned why they had school on THanksgiving. A cute runner girl reminded me that I had to go teach with my friends, so I rushed home and grabbed a few rifles and started jogging to the school. It was very awkward walking the school's halls with two large rifles, and I wonered why my friend had insisted we purchase them. Teaching was uneventvful and brief, the most outstanding event was that my friends fogot to buy me a burger from McDonald's.

Then we drove to our apartment downtown, and were barely relaxing for five minutes before our home was invaded by ninja-esque Yakuza thugs and their overpowered boss. We pulled katanas and had an intense and raucous fight around the house that ended in all the Yakuzas dead and one of our katanas stuck in a dresser drawer. We were discussing plans for remodeling with a laguz from Trinidad when I awoke.

I was grabbing a lot of titties in a highly irreverent fashion. They were all perfectly pornstarlike D-cup and some of them didn't have implants while others did.

I was in class, and when it dismissed my hot friend told me to wait up because she wanted to check something. She then proceeded to make out with me for a few seconds. You may remember this girl from the infamous "hard nipple hug" dream a while back. After she was done sucking my tongue, this other classmate wanted me to hug her from behind, but I was quite bothered at this point and walked out of the room. I woke up shortly after.

I was staying at some sort of countryside house temporarily with some friends. A girl came by who was really into me, but I didn't even know her name and she got very offended. Then a girl who I liked came into town, and we worked together to defeat a giant boss that came to challenge us. The secret was to use my bike to distract him and eventually trap him so everyone could spam with ease. Afterward, the two of us hit the city with my friends, and I remember specifically thinking that the time period of the city was a cross between modern New York and some palace during W.A. Mozart's time. I woke up without learning her name, sadly.

I dreamed that I was staying at a hostel and it had lots of weird rooms with bunk beds strewn all over the place. It seemed to have been formed by a few semi-detached homes molded together and someone had decided to add and remove walls as they saw fit. There was this ridiculously soft-bodied girl there with only the thiccest of thighs and a bald pussy that I so wanted to put my penis into. She walked around naked under a towel after having just exited from the shower, and I grabbed her arm and wanted to take her back to my room. The problem was that there were people everywhere and no rooms had lockable doors, and most rooms didn't even have doors, so there were nowhere I could put my penis inside her in privacy. I got so frustrated that I woke up.

I was playing in an orchestra concert, and something went wrong with the props we were using and the concert hall caught fire. The crisis was averted, but ither the same night or some other showing of the concert it happened again and it was much worse. The fire station was called and people kept trying to escape. I ended up in some place where I could tune in to security cameras, I guess the hall was inside a hotel or something. It kept showing people having gay experiences in hotel beds or occasionally someone freaking out about the fire. At some point I escaped into the wintery outside. I ended up at this random vagabond's house and he hired me to babysit his dogs for him. It ws fairly easy, almost all of them were locked up in cages. They all had horse head masks sitting next to them in the cages, which was confusing, but I didn't question it. After some faffing about in the snow the vagabond returned and payed me twenty dollars, and I put my info in his TV alongside the other potential dogsitters he employed, whose names included not only one of my friends but the Tinder date I messed up with earlier in the year. I exited onto the snowy street and woke up shortly after.

I dreamdened that I personally parttook in the operation Overlord and invaded Stroggos. There were Strogg everywhere and I fought them all bravely with my rocket launcher while bunnyjumping. That was until I got the railgun and suddenly Forest Whitaker in his ghost dog costume with an arm-mounted railgun appeared. We started shooting at each other's trigger fingers and for some reason our railguns got severly underpowered. The shots we fired were barely enough to leave small dents in our fingers. After shooting at each others for a while my hand was red and swollen and as I looked at it I up and woked.

I had a couple dreams last night. First I was at a party with a lot of friends from university. I got a text from my mother about how I needed to wash dishes, and maybe handle some issue about Tinder. I was confused because I haven't had an active Tinder in a few months. Suddenly, this girl that I hate appeared and started confessing to me something about Tinder and Facebook, I forget the particulars but the end result was that she'd wanted to match with me and have sex. I was going to tell her off and deny her but I woke up. When I went back to bed, I had a dream about walking my dog without a leash, a particularly stressful experience because there were cars everywhere and many of the other people's dogs seemed to want to attack mine at any moment.

I dreamt the jews had forced war upon my country and that total chaos in its wake made all imported third worlders desperately try to tear down me and my family so we had to find somewhere to hide in the forest. A new type of bomb was used that detonated high above ground that sent shockwaves to the ground to kill people but avoid doing any structural damage, almost like an EMP but for humans. Lots of UAVs dropped these off before they got shot down by AA fire. I woke up when I could find nowhere safe to hide from the unending flood of brown people.

I finally had lewds dream where I could go all the way AND the last one was a lucid dream.

I was in a cottage/mansion of sorts outside town in a big forest, and they had this online spycam service where one could peek at the girls showering who were staying there. I kept looking at it for this one particularly soft girl, who was a bit tanner than the rest, and had long, dark brown hair, a squishy butt, A-cup boobs, and the roundest thighs. Her pussy had a tiny bit of hair on it but you couldn't see it on the low resolution camera feed. She knew that she was being watched and put on a show when I watched.

One day the stream got taken down and I was desperate to see more of her, so I went to where they showered and waited outside. I decided to take a shower as well (since girls spend forever and it was the only logical thing to do), and then I realised that this was the only shower room in the building. The girl was there, showering, and she was washing her butt and her boobs. She saw me naked and couldn't stop staring at my penis. Every time she turnned around she looked not at my face but at my penis. After we were done I grabbed her arm and pulled her away into the little locker room next to the sauna, and she got down on her knees and started licking my balls and ass vigorously. I bent over and started fingering her, and broke her hymen with my fingers. This continued until I woke up and had to pee.

Then I fell asleep again and this time the building was a mansion/castle and I knew it was a dream and I was also in complete control of myself. I found her sitting behind a couch that was filled with other girls who were playing some sort of board game. Since I knew this was a dream I went straight over to her and started fingering her again. She got really wet and the other people just pulled away and didn't do anything. I fingered her pussy and her ass, and pulled her up and put her on the table so I could fuck her ass. She was totally into it,and she was so soft and squishy as can be and I felt all of it. Then I woke up again with an incredible boner.

My theory teacher was wearing nothing but a white bra, and she came up to one of my friends and propped a leg up on his desk as she congratulated him for writing a good paper. Her ass was very realistic and right in my face, and I'd never been so confused about how my penis felt. This is a late 20s, 6 foot tall lady who's overweight only in her legs/ass, in that kind of way that leads to constant debate on whether it's "thick" or "thicc." Being suddenly jumped with the question in my face during a dream, I stayed bewildered and frozen for several minutes before waking up.

(´・ω・`)

I dreamt that some alien technologie was used to make world-ending bombs that would sustain themselves on anything they touched meaning that the ground they hit would be reduced to some compact black sludge as it expanded outwards

I was in a birthday party for a family member in a big city somewhere on the northern hemisphere when I outlooked the windows to see a weird red-purple glowing ball hit the ground. Then I saw people panicking outside, and then it started eating buildings and everything at a rapid pace. I was the only one at the party who could outrun the expanding area of the bomb, so everyone else there died. I lost my family and my girlfriend. I was now entirely alone as I hastily climbed the crumbling facade of a high-rise apartment complex to avoid the bomb. Then I woke up.

When I fell asleep again I was in a bed in someone's house in the forest. There were a couple of teenage boys there and an elderly man who I think was the father of one of them. We had to escape again as the bomb area got closer, and it had also started affecting the atmosphere and gravity of the planet, so the gravitational pull was less and the air was harder to breathe making us tired faster. We found an abandoned train that could take us to a city that had an airport, but once we got on the train it had become the refuge of a group of old ladies. We had to act carefully now, but unfortunately we had no time, and after the first turn the train narrowly escaped the bomb effect but a nearby metal rod from a building front killed the train driver so I had to jump in and drive it instead.

Due to the lowered gravity the train could now "skip" across tracks so I let it do that to avoid making turns that would put it back into the bomb area. Unfortunately as the bomb area expanded it consumed more faster and thus it grew faster.

When we got to the city it was already nearly abandoned but a few "scavengers" remained like two arabic-looking men. When they saw the train they jumped on with all their belongings, but I told them to drop that and help get the train flying off the rails so we could clear the river and land on the airport on the other side. They refused at first but then I told them that it was nice that I could rely on them and they softened up and helped out.

As soon as we got the ramp ready the bomb area had got so close that the back cars of the train were engulfed, but we narrowly made the jump. The airport was already destroyed by incoming crashed airplanes and other wreckage, so we were stuck.

I saw it was in the middle of where two bomb areas would intersect. When they started intersecting, their effects got nullified, and it became a safe area. Since gravity was so low now I managed to jump inside the area with a few of the teenage boys who had helped out. We stood there as we watched above us the bombs fiercely cancel out each others above and around. Then woke I up.

Dreamed I was trying to back a big fucking SUV into a garage and doing a horrible job of it, like only remembering that brakes existed by the time I was halfway across the street and into the neighbor's yard in the wrong direction.

I forgot almost all of my dreams upon waking this morning. An hour later, I had a distinct memory that in last night's dream I tried and succeeded in sucking my own dick, but chickened out after licking the head because someone called me gay.

Dreamed I was playing a Jazz Jackrabbit game where there was an instruction clip telling you how to play with a character showing Jazz a carrot and saying "YOU EAT THESE!" in an overexaggerated Ren & Stimpy like fashion.

My friends and a bunch of people from my universitg were at some sort of winter resort for our new year’s celebration. I played this weird game that was like a mix of hockey and socker, played on this snow-covered hill with a goal on the top and another at the bottom. Shortly after starting I quit the game and hung out on the sideline with an unknown person that I assumed was my friend, and looked a little like a young Danny Trejo. As we talked and watched the game Nailah Blackman came over and asked me if I wanted a blowjob, but I declined since this was a time to be with friends.

Suddenly there were a ton of fire trucks and police cars outside the building we were in. Someone said “it was probably another suicide.” My unnamed friend who had now turned into Jon Jafari whispered to me that it was probably “the guy.” This information provided a complete tonal shift—the two of us put our jackets on, stowed guns in the inside pockets and started trying to get out of this hotel resort in order to find and kill this “guy,” I guess before he caused more chaos. We wanted to stop by our room but the elevator wasn’t working, so we just started toward the exit. We were passing by some hotel staff and getting our guns back out when I woke up.

The I dreamtinatinengenested that I played a game that ripped off the 2 of Quake by having a similar Stroggy gameworld and huge, brutal mutant enemies. One beast looked like a bigtoe head (without the nail) with a short-haired walrus body that lunged across the ground to get to you. It was rusty red and had no eyes, only a large mouth with lots of shark teeth. It was about two meters tall and three meters long.

It blocked a path between heaps of garbage that were caked in dried mud and sand in a defunct concrete processing plant. As the lone surviving space marine I had to fight it, but since I used noclip and notarget I flew right past it until I got to the ladder up to the machinery I was supposed to approach him from, and then I realised I had been here before in a previous dream where a very improvised Stroggification plant was set up to turn me into a Strogg. This was a long time after that and the structure barely stood upright with most parts rusted away and halfways sticking up through the sand. As I explored I got called back to real-life again as a young boy on a spaceship that was on its way to a far away space colony.

The colony was on a tiny terraformed planet somewhere far away from the sun because it was very dimly lit and had long nights. It wasn't specifically cold but at night you had to wear a jacket outside the artificially warmed housing areas.

The structures were built in a combination of old red Norwegian cottages and extremely high tech fusion materials that were mostly visible on the inside. The largest house, which was a guesthouse that I stayed at, had visible signs of being abandoned or neglected for a long while as on the upper floor along the bedroom-side corridor under the slanted roof a hole was patched and underneath a bit of weird dry moss was growing in the white sci-fi material wall.

My bedroom was a large one on the outside of the upper floor that had to be entered through a large door at the end of the aforementioned corridor. It was surrounded by an outside balcony with walls that looked like they were made of wood. I shared this room with a co-worker at my non-dream job, and we commented on the view, as we had a nice view of all the surrounding houses except for behind where the large roof of the guesthouse obscured it. I said in the dream jokingly that this looked like it was filmed in Norway before I went to bed.

At night I went down to the lower floor to find the toilet, but instead I got this feeling that something was extremely wrong and that we had overlooked something when we decided to terraform colonise that planet. The lights around the rooms on the ground floor were all dimly lit as if the electricity was ending. I found no one else but me in the building so I rushed outside to get to someone else. In the dark I saw a few creatures resembling the rats in Bone scurrying around outside the houses as I crossed a path to get to the nearest house with people.

The reason no one was around was that the adults were having a party at someone's house and they were all drunk on wine. I tried to talk to one of them, a middle-aged woman, that something bad is going to happen but she just laughed and drank more. I looked around outside, and decided to sit and wait in a bedroom. As the sun rose I saw in the horizon something resembling the Stroggification structure I had seen in the previous dream. I tried to talk some sense into the adults but they were all too wasted by this point. From the distance om top of a hill a little up the road from the house, I could see a very mangled man with machine parts instead of arms try to make it towards us, and up I woke.

Dossiers and intrigue.

I was walking home from somewhere with my cat and birds kept dying and falling out of the sky near where we were walking. My cat kept picking them up and setting them back down. If I remember right the birds were all black, maybe they were crows or something. I was worried one might die and fall on my head, but I made it inside safely. Google says that this might be a sign of some sort of change coming up in my life, I'll keep my eyes peeled.

I was part of some sort of military detatchment who was staying in a hotel for some reason. All of my friends were in it too, and unfortunately my ex was as well. For some reason my ex followed me back to my room and tried sleeping in my best friend's bed, it was very uncomfortable and I told her to leave quickly.

Things got more stressful after "waking up" the next day. We were being called to mobilize but in the rush, I forgot literally all of my shit. Me and a few others had to call one of the officers on command to let him know what was going on, and try to break back into the hotel to find our uniforms. We had to explore the hotel to find an alternate way back up to the top floor, and in our search we ended up running into this theater where several of the army's commanders were practicing poetry for some reason. The officer I'd been on the phone with during this time was also there, still on the phone with me. My friend and I finally made it back upstairs to our rooms, but as I looked around I realized that I didn't even have my uniform in there, just a multi-colored camouflage painter's outfit that one of the commanders in the theater had left behind. My searching was getting more frantic and the whole unit was probably going to leave soon, and realizing how stressful things were getting for no reason I decided to ragequit the dream and just wake up.

Little sister had a 16yo friend who was incredibly horny for me.

I was in my apartment and I had to get changed in my roommate's room for some reason, but forgot my underwear in my room. When I opened the door he was there and say the full force of my penis, and I covered myself in shame and sprinted across to my room. I woke up thinking this event really happened for a solid few minutes.

I had another dream where I was driving and the brakes did not work and I got killed in an accident.
Who makes all these dream cars and can I sue them?

Get your dream-brakes checked before you kill an innocent dream-person. Dream-persons are not very intelligent so you have to be careful on the roads.

I haven't touched my dick for a while so I am getting the lewd dreams again, mane:

I dreamtinateningenstedenesteneded that I was somewhere a young woman was doing dance lessons to become a balleriner. She had to get a full body shave to fit into the clothing she was supposed to wear, and a special treatment of her nails so they looked sparkly and colourful. I got to observe her sitting naked in the bathroom while a middle aged woman intensely prepared her toenails with some deep red colourings. I could not stop staring right at her bald pussy.

Later she went on her dance show and I awaited in the backroom. After the show she changed to more comfortable clothing like baggy, loose clothing with nothing under. She sat down next to me and I immediately started fingering her ass and pussy. I did this until I woke up.

It was a continuation dream of the events that transpired last night. To recap, I watched The Bachelor with dog girl and a few of her friends. But in the dream, instead of going home we got in one of those buses that old people use and we went on a joyride. One of her friends drove and we did backflips off of a fence that had weird physics properties. I was pretty scared for our safety, but she was a solid driver and it ended up being fun.

The moment I feared! My hard-nippled girl friend infiltrated my dreams again, and we did the entire fuck. It was intimate and lighthearted, it felt like the most realistic representation of what would go down if we actually made the sex. I woke up with a level 85 morning wood.

I accidentally gave my friend's computer a virus by watching Drumline on DVD with it. Shortly after, I was on my laptop with my girlfriend, but some side effect of the virus made her switch brains with my best friend. He was still in the body of my girlfriend though, and it was already time for fuck, so I ended up kissing her/him until I woke up.

I was at work and realized that I could not feel pain normally and it was a dream but I was quite impressed at how detailed the environment and people were. Then I turned into a magical girl and flew away to search for some dream women to rape.

I have a lot of dreams but most of them are too boring to make a post about, but I finally had a good one. In today's dream, I was exploring a cave on behalf of a researcher. There was a new, undiscovered substance that he needed me to collection but there wasn't much information on it. The cave is pitch black, except for my head lamp. After some exploring, I come across the new substance, and it basically looked like purple cotton candy except stretched out as if it were a spider web. The researcher told me over the radio that it was toxic to the touch. So in order to collect it, I start burning the parts that are sticking to the wall to get it to collapse. I finish the task and most of the stuff is in a nice neat pile, waiting for me to vacuum it up.

At this point, I notice an area that doesn't reflect any light - it must have been REALLY deep. It catches my attention, and I look over the cliff edge to see if I can make anything out of the total darkness. A green light appears. Another green light appears right next to it. Another pair of green lights appear elsewhere. Then, red and green pairs of lights all appear rapidly, and I realize too late that they were eyes. I turn tail and run out as fast as I can in the opposite direction of the eyes, which took me deeper into the cave. I run into a trail of really fast maggots running towards those other creatures, I hear what can only be described as a battle, and the maggots return. I resurface, go to my garage (from when I was a kid), and wake up.

It took me 244 attempts to make the color purple by smashing a red and a blue lego minifig together

I was in some weird band that was rehearsing on this huge grassy hill. There was some choreography involved that I didn't know, so I was scrambling around this hill trying to figure out where the other people in my section were going to stand next. At one point I had to climb to the top from the bottom, and it was so steep I almost fell. I started off playing cymbals, but at some point the environment changed into something more akin to a concert hall and I was suddenly trying to play bassoon. I was very, very bad at it, and the conductor let me know. During a break I tried playing some bass with a few others, but the conductor came over and bullied us into not playing anymore. I woke up soon after.

Final verdict is a 7 or 8 out of 10, it was a fun dream with some interesting scene changes. If I read deeper into it it's probably a recap of my most important relationships recently--my girlfriend plays cymbals, my cute girl friend who isn't my girlfriend plays bassoon, and my bro plays bass.

I dreamed that I was running away from some police force and I hid myself at the bottom of a lake by tying a large rock to my angle with a rope. When I was about to drown, I realized that I could breathe through my nose somehow.
I don't do anything illegal besides pirating games, but I am sick so I'm sure that part is related.

I "woke up" in the dream and realized I had missed out on something important. An email in my inbox said we all needed to meet at this certain time, but my clock said several hours after that time. I was freaking out because I was in some foreign area and I didn't know where to even begin telling people why I wasn't there and whatnot. I realized also that it wasn't even my hotel, I was sleeping in some repair shop. I started rummaging through the place and When I found something cool, I shoved it in my backpack. The fridge was fully stocked and I even grabbed some juice bottles out of there. Unfortunately I had a change of heart when I realized that there was probably video surveillance, and put the things that weren't mine back before trying to pack to leave. As I was finding clothes to wear, This answering machine turned on and somehomeless-sounding voice started rambling about how he got a job at the graveyard because he used the yellow pages to contact companies on Facebook for job interviews. When I was finally dressed and ready to go, I stepped out into what looked like a beach climate, and soon after woke up.

I was utterly tricked by my dream. It was a complete wake-n-fake, I was on campus for university and I had something to do in one of the lecture halls. I went there and the seats were filled with people I know, including this one absolute cunt who has the personality of a fucking 13 year old. My dream brain gave a *very* accurate representation of him, and I decided to leave and find a bathroom to take a shit.

On my quest to the bathroom I kept running uinto people making out in the hallways, sort of strange but I didn't qestion it. I went down a hallway and found the bathroom that would soon ruin my life.

There were a bunch of randoms leaving as I was going in. I went to the handicap stall because I like the exta space, and there were backpacks lying all over the place for some reason. I tried making my toilet paper shield on the seat, and that's where problems started. Something about this fucking seat made it impossible to form the shield, strips of toilet paper kept slipping and falling in the toilet no matter what I did. After 10 minutes of struggle and almost a ful roll of toilet paper, I finally made a passable shield. I remember thinking "I'm definitely stealing some of thier toilet paper rolls for this inconvenience."

Literally as soon as I started to pee I jolted awake and realized I was peeing in real life. I had to hold it in and sprint upstairs to the bathroom to finish my business. I hated that dream, every time I sleep in this specific bed I have terrible dreams and I think it may actually be cursed somehow.

I got wake n faked so fucking hard it's not even funny. My roommate was a lso missing in the dream, and that continuity tricked me into believing literally everything that was happening to me. My friends and I shot the shit about my roommate, then went to get calzones. Eventually we ended up at some music thing that I was convinced I was part of. In the dream my saxophone friend was dating this fat bitch who everyone hates for being an asshole, which I was confused about but still didn't question it. After rehearsal we had to pack everything up. We kept having to pay for everything too, it was fucking dumb. I should have made it out of this dream right here, because my pianist and I discussed the fact that we were in a dream mid-dream. But instead I kept being stuck in there, and when I "woke up" in the dream I was still not out of that world yet.

We hit the town for lunch and some stupid pauper girl started talking to us like "my mother is ill and I'm feeding the baby,," a bunch of bullshit. It was here that I realized my wallet was missing. A pickpocket was running away in the crowd. I started screaming to apprehend him as I chased, and eventually other people tackled him. But then he said "if you want it, CATCH," and threw my wallet, its contents spilling across the street. People descended on that shit ike vultures, not even my old ID cards were left. The whole dream was real enough that I continued stressing after I finally woke up for real, not relaxing until I realized the storie's general nonsense and found where my wallet currently resided. That fucking sucked, I'm going back to bed.

I dreamted I watched a new survival-horror TV-series about two young women who went hiking in the mountains. They got to a small village in which they were supposed to find a place they had ordered over the internet to stay at, but it was deserted. Eventually they got to the place but there were no one there. Since the doors were open they just went in and made themselves at home in their room, thinking the owners will come back. One of the girls was a bit buff but the other was a frail blonde without much muscles.

The first night a huge white muscular man dressed in all black comes into the house. He proceeds straight to the girls' room and tries to kill them with his fists. The buff girl manages to put up a fight, but gets thrown down the stairs from the second floor where they are, and is knocked unconscious. The blonde girl escapes to the backyard through the window to hide from the man. As he searches the house for her, it starts raining, and the buff girl sneaks around to get to her so they can escape over the fence. As it starts raining heavier, they notice something odd about the tree, and it's infact partially covered by a huge muscular black man who is entirely naked but painted in camo to look like a tree. He jumps at the girls pounding the blonde girl through the fence, and ending up wrestling on the ground with the buff girl, who at this point gets choked out in the mud.

The blonde girl runs screaming through the narrow village streets but no one is around to listen. She bumps into yet another huge muscular man dressed in all black, this time a hispanic, and he tapes her mouth and swings her head into a pipe until she dies. This part is caught on a security camera I am watching with a friend. We decide to go to check it out. When we arrive at the village it is becoming morning, and we start looking for the missing blonde girl. I get to the place they were supposed to stay, and I see the buff girl hauled away by the white muscular man.

The hispanic muscular man is patrolling the streets, and now he has an AK-47 and a 1911 on him. I get scared because I am unarmed and want to avoid direct conflict with him, so I try to sneak around him. Unfortunately as I sneak up to him, he hears me, but instead of pulling the gun on me as he approaches me, he takes it from the barrel, and proceeds with one arm to hold me up to the wall and use his pistol to punch me in the gut. I can see now that these men are all brainwashed killers who has been at it for weeks and are extremely tired and exhausted. The hispanic man looks like he is barely holding together, but he is still extremely strong and every time he hits me I break a rib. I manage to make him lose balance by kicking against the trees, so he falls over and I wrestle my arm around the trigger and shoot him in the jaw. He suddenly stumbles as if I broke him, and I manage to get the gun out of his hand and fire another shot. Unfortunately he falls on top of me and is really heavy so I have limited room to fire and end up emptying the entire magazine in his lower jaw and throat area. He does not die. I try to call my friend for assistance but he has already ran away into the forest. As the hispanic bleeds out on top of me, trying to gather consciousness again, I fumble until I find his belt knife, and drive it into his side. He makes a weird gurgling grunt and rolls over. I proceed to cut his head of to make sure he is dead. As I look up from the murder I just did I see the white muscular man approaching from a distance, and I wake up.

I was having a wonderful evening with dog girl when I got a text that I was needed by my professor at his office. We hadn't eaten dinner yet so we stopped by the local 7/11 to buy something to eat first. I remember she also ended up trying to purchase "Pocahontas II." After some expert haggling we got our food and left. We went over there together to see what was up but appeared that it was something only I could do, so we smooched goodbye, agreed to meet afterward and I went in myself.

The professor needed nothing so I texted my roommate telling him that I'd be home, that I needed the room, etc. etc. He replied saying "sure as long as you're not in there around 11:59," a line that I realize after waking up was my subconscious reminding me about the friend's birthday party that I completely slept through last night. Just as I was going to reconvene with my husky-like lover, I took a wrong turn and ended up in my university concert hall. There was something in progress, and they only unlocked the doors immediately following songs, so I was trapped for some time. It was a terrible concert too, all the percussionists were non-majors who didn't know what they were doing, and everything was very stressful to watch/hear. A friend of mine was in attendance as well, and I told him that my girl was waiting for me and probably leaving by now, so the two of us plotted to escape.

The opportunity came when that faggot GA that I hate appeared on the stage and invited the audience to "engage in discussion" before the next piece. In the confusion of people forming groups, me, my friend and several others made for the door and escaped the hall. The rest of the building was a complete mess though, my dream had expanded it and added multiple floors, and we had no clue how to actually get out the way we came in. We took off different ways and while they seemed to all escape alright, I ended up taking an incredibly long and confusing path through the backstage areas of several other of the building's halls. I finally emerged from a long underground section in a multi-tiered lobby where people seemed to be milling about and leaving, and I made for the doors. On the way this crazy-looking homeless person came in and said gibberish to me, I ignored him and sped off. Behind me his homeless hoe started screeching and he himself said, "EVERYONE YOU KNOW IS RAPE!! YOU WERE BROUGHT INTO THIS WORLD BY A RAPE, YOU NIGGER!!!! A RAPE!!!!"

I turned the street corner and started trying to use my phone to contact my lady and also relocate my bike. Unfortunately, I woke up before I could find her again. Overall verdict, the first part of the dream was nice but after that everything got very shitty and unnecessary. It's also annoying that I could tell in hindsight where literally every facet of that faux-nightmare section came from, everything represented real life stressors from the past week or two.

I was going around the city with my friends and we got to a movie theater that was confusing as fuck. We sat at cubicles with outdated pieces of technology sitting on the top shelves as the movie played from a tiny tube TV in the front of the office(?). Nobody questioned it including myself, as I was fully immersed in dream logic and nothing seemed out of place.

After doing that for a while, we went back to the hotel we were staying at. Here my memory fails me, I remember a subplot about wizard magic and I remember that at some point I took a selfie in mage garb but all the details have escaped me. Finally I got back to my hotel room, where my gf awaited with lewd intent. We started macking but my roommate was there in the background folding sheets and smirking, which made things a little more awkward for me. My girl wasn’t perturbed though, and there would have been incredible dream sex if I hadn’t woken up.

I was sitting in front of my computer monitor watching Akagi, specifically that episode when Washizu drops the 1-pin tile he needs to complete his hand, then tries to pick it back up from the drawing pile. Only except of Mahjong tiles, there were all sorts of small critters biting at his hand and forcing him to pull back.

I was out with my friends when this fat black man whipped into the parking lot in his Mustang. In the passenger seat was a sex doll of his waifu. Through some dream logic I sort of became him, and started driving around as fast as possible for fun. Later that night I had a second dream that I was student teaching with my friend at midnight for some reason. My dog showed up in the parking lot when I showed up at the school, and before I could get to the classroom I had to get her to fetch a Raichu plushie and stow both her and the doll in a different part of the building.

I found this weird old abandoned arcade machine out in the boonies. It was some sort of fantasy-themed game and had a bunch of sculpted dragon heads sticking out of the front of the cabinet as well as an evil goblin face. The copyright date was some year in the 70s (1974 I think?) and somehow I also knew that it was a weird homebrew rather than a commercially manufactured game. It still worked and the game was sort of a primitive proto-platformer something like Donkey Kong or the DOS Avoid the Noid game. The colors were a tan/green/pink palette sort of like CGA colors but more muted.

My friends and I were cramming to find costumes for Halloween. We were also in a gang and also in Croatia. The result was a surprisingly intriguing dream where we performed drive-bys and got into shootouts, planned out meeting spots in the town using code words, and tried to find the Halloween store despite not having any clue how to read the local language. Right before I woke up, me and a qt girl gang member found the store, and we were planning on how to communicate its location safely over radio.

It was some kind of sci fi setting. My friends and I were supposed to be solving some sort of murder mystery, I think we were PIs or cops. I had a high-tech stun rod, and I quickly put it to terrible use. A very soft girl from my real life was present, so when nobody was looking I stunned her limp and walked to a secluded spot with her to try and get a sex. Unfortunately she started waking up before I could do anything besides some grinding, and I had to sheepishly explain that I accidentally stunned her and was getting her help.

Later in the same dream, I kept entering bathrooms and being met with a weird, rapey aura. On my last visit before waking up, the evil force revealed itself--a Pacific Islander walked up near me at the urinals, grinned and said "wussug," and started pissing fucking everywhere with no sign of stopping. I was reaching for my stun rod when I awoke. 7.5/10 dream overall, great environment and interesting premise, I just wish I could've had some good dream sex.

I keep having dreams where I have to take an exam and then I wake up and realize I graduated college a long time ago.

I dreamt that I overslept for a huge race for Project D, and that Ryosuke was blowing up my phone. I panicked when I realized there was no way to make it in time from America, and that I’d fucked our perfect record. During this logistical blowup my ex also texted ne, and my parents judged my life decisions as a downhill racer very harshly. I woke up convinced that the dream was real and that my life had fallen apart in one night. 2/10 dream, highly stressful and the wake up was extremely upsetting to go through. No more Initial D before bed while I’m sickly.

Somehow I had realized my long-term dream of moving into a very large apartment which had rooms to spare. However, some of the rooms adjoined larger halls that weren't part of my domain, but rather the apartments of other, even posher people. The only way to determine that I had wandered out of my own area was to note whether there were things such as bookshelves, doilies, and fancy (i.e. not Ikea) wooden furniture.

There was also an accordion-style door that straight up lead into someone else's home a significant distance away, and they called the cops on me and attempted to prevent me from leaving. Knocking an obstructing midget aside, I finally discovered the exit and made my hasty retreat to a cityscape of perpetual twilight where my lithe female sidekick awaited, a portable compressor of some kind hooked up to her scooter as a sort of a trailer for me to sit on so she could give me a ride back home. Putting my hands on the scooter for balance I noticed that parts of it would get noticeably hot, as is simply the nature of internal combustion machines.

Having made our ridiculous escape through little winding streets, all alike, she helped me patch up the asphalt rash on my knees and elbows using stickers indicating discount sales in a foreign and obsolete currency.

I was in a mental facility like the one in Twelve Monkeys, except bigger and out in the open. My narrator voice described a lot of the residents as I passed them, including someone named the Joker who might have been the batman villain or just a random guy. Finally my little tour led me to some guys in wheelchairs playing craps by a hill. I sat down to watch and a beautiful girl walked over to me and sat down.

She asked if I was a new entry here, and what I was dealing with. I forget what I told her but whatever it is, she was going through the same. She said she liked it here though, and that she'd probably be out in 90 days. We were going to keep chatting but my damned alarms woke me up.

I was part of some hippy collective who wanted to steal shit in NYC. We were staying at a hotel but on the night of the heist, we watched a squad of well-armed guys like us get gunned down in the street by cops. It took a lot of deliberation but we chose to go through with the theft the next day. We got to the bank and tried opening the door, but it immediately triggered an alarm and what followed was one of the most intense and terrifying dream chases ever. It was desperate but we were avoiding capture, until we tried splitting up and heard the cops say "follow those two!" I realized they meant me and my hippy friend, who had gotten shot in the leg at this point. We pulled some insane stunts, I was dodging police cars as they tried to run me over and he was skateboarding down hills for extra speed. I remember saving him from a cop and starting to limp down an alley together, and then I was wake n faked.

Dream 2 had me in bed with the same girl that’s plagued my dreams for the past few years, the star of the hard nipple hug saga. We talked about my dream, cooked dinner togerher, and then had extremely intimate and sensual dream sex that was so lewd I was having trouble thinking straight. I woke up before the sexing concluded, as is usually the case for me in these dreams.

Final verdict on both dreams, 10/10. Incredibly vivid, awesome concepts, and a respectable narrative through-line thanks to that well timed wake n fake. Maybe a chicken parm before bed isn’t as bad of a choice as I’d thought.

I dreamened that I was in India or some third world country with my parents. The hotel was this large collection of buildings that had their inner walls opened between them to form long hallways, a lobby, and a "grand" staircase spread between haphazardly created hotelrooms. There was orange painted on the stone walls and lots of dust from outside had gathered all over the floors and covered the carpets outside the hotel rooms. The walls around the rooms were all opened with bricks removed, and in the "grand" staircase room the ceiling had a big hole in it in the middle that seemed to have been created to allow in some more natural sunlight. It felt like we were still outside even inside.

The nexte morning after arriving we went around town. There was a crossing under a highway where we stopped. My mother didn't hear us telling her to not cross the road and nearly got mashed by a car. We returned back to the hotel after that.

At the hotel I decided to get a shave of my stubble but the whole area was so run down I reconsidered. After the half-dead brown third worlder in the barber's chair spake to me in broken English, I upwoke.

I found myself in a large backyard of an apartment building, where people had gathered to view an apartment that was up for rent. The owners would show it to two attendees at a time according to a lottery selection, and my ticket was up in the first set. Stepping through the door I found myself in a spacious living room with wooden floors and windows on both sides, and looking through a window it turned out that the apartment was actually a very large railcar that was accelerating out of the station.

The owners then proceeded to show me around the apartment, paying particular attention to little alcoves set up for woodwork and sewing, and a third fold-out cubbyhole that was reserved for painting. Further down the back there was an elevated loft for sleeping in and an adjoining second railcar that had raw lumber in it up to about a quarter of the way. Despite the windows being effectively so transparent as to not be there at all, there was very little of the 80 mph wind one would expect, next to noise, and the apartment was all-in-all quite cozy.

I was left wondering why one would have an apartment with an address and a door in an apartment building, that nonetheless was mobile and seemingly on a regular schedule, so that guests could only be invited in at a specific stop and in order to go to work I'd have to step out and re-enter at the same part of the apartment's journey. However, the idea of being able to change cities while retaining digs seemed appealing, if a bit nutty.

There was no sign of the other renter-candidate.

I was walking through the supermarket with my father when we came across a huge bin full of stress balls. Instead of being stress balls though, they were just knock off Tenga Eggs that looked like stress balls with a conspicuous hole in them. My dad explained to me what they were and a passerby, a woman with glasses, said "isn't it obvious what they really are" to us.

I was going through a ghost town's abandoned houses with someone, and every house we'd go to would have the same layout with approximately the same books on the shelves. Eventually we wound up in a house that contained my old childhood desk's drawers and in those were all the gadgets and paperwork from 2004 that I've subsequently discarded.

Every time I get my weenie out in a dream, I put it in my mouth and nut instantly

I dreamt of warezing a FLAC album of some underground pop-techno artist which was encoded as about 40 tracks including all the 3- and 4-second chaff. Its track names were like "Girl", "Prototype", and half the album earlier "Girl 2", and the music mostly consisted of variations of a high-impact bassline with the novelty of a three-boop eightbitism within the main drum sample. The video to "Girl 2" is a hardcore pornographic short film set in the mid-to-late seventies and produced in a wistfully retro nineties style.

There was this primitive realm being overrun by monsters, like orcs or something, and a master shaman and an apprentice shaman are going to try to stop the invasion using the power of the god/demon? they worship. But this requires a human sacrifice and they have a bit of a conundrum because the master thinks he should be the one to die because he's old and tired and can pass the crown on as it were, but the apprentice is young and strong and a more potent sacrifice if they give him.
Anyway they make the preparations and are in this big dark cave with one of those platforms of stone overlooking a vast darkness, and the master shaman is at the edge praying to a giant floating phantom head and preparing to sacrifice himself while the apprentice is standing behind him and watching. But the floating head has decided it wants the apprentice as a better sacrifice and is just distracting the master by talking to him while using its magical powers to light the apprentice on fire, and the master only realizes when it's already too late.

I dreamt that I was in this hotel in Europe(?). My roommates were these two lesbians that I believe had just finished sexing when I woke into the dream. Ignoring them for the moment, I did my laundry and looked around for my drums, which were somewhere in the hotel.

During my journey I ate dinner with my friends but my father was there, and kept getting angry when we cursed or joked around. Later I encountered a very soft girl who seemed to like me, and we had a good time exploring the hotel together. She famously said at one point, "I don't really care that this is a dream, at least I still met you." Waking up was very bittersweet, as the dream had felt very real and I spent the first waking minute or two looking around for the dream girl's phone number.

I was out biking with a few of my friends when I realized that there were people walking around wearing my university's old marching band uniforms. This was a bad sign, because it meant that my ex was somewhere nearby. Lo and behold, as soon as I said that out loud she came around the corner with her own gang of cyclists, and they started trying to talk to us. My ex was depicted as having really ratty short hair and strange makeup, and generally she had a strong crackhead aura about her. This was a shock to me, and I was simultaneously concerned and convulsed. When I asked why she looked like that she said "what do you mean? Of course this is what happened!" She kept trying to get me back, so I told my boys to scatter and we biked away as fast as possible. I remember there were other facets to the dream, but I don't remember them as well. If I believed dreams to be prophetic, I'd guess that my ex did some dummy boy fuckshit recently. Otherwise, it's probably just my subconscious telling me it doesn't want her anymore.

I dreamted that I was sharing a room with the incredibly hot, flat-stomached lass from the other day. She was reading a book before bed and I said "I love that one, can I read too?" She acquiesced and beckoned me over, and I took the liberty of getting into her bed under her covers with her. A very sexy time followed quickly afterward, although in the back of my mind I started wondering if the non-dream version of her actually had a significant other.

After that excellent sexing concluded, I had another dream wherein one of the ensembles I lay for was rehearsing inside a gas station convenience store. We started in a parking lot, and I was holding a bass--perhaps for continuity from the last dream, as that girl plays the bass. Someone told me to throw it on the gravel, though, and I did, and we all left to rehearse. Someone was murdered, but at least we got gyros. Later, someone designed a high-powered pistol that could only shoot one bullet, and they told me that I was tasked with vengeance for the person who died. I was practicing with the pistol when I woke up.

My dad was wearing a better version of my sweater

I was in a rehearsal for some large ensemble that was being directed by my favorite director, who I have a bit of a teacher crush on. Suddenly, in the middle of a piece, I had to piss. Dream logic dictated that in order to do this, I had to take my jacket and shirt off, though. The director saw me taking off my shirt and did the same, probably as a way of chastising me for being so scandalous during rehearsal. Her dream tits were very large and enticing, and now I was hardening in addition to needing to piss, so I ran away from rehearsal and found the nearest bathroom. Later in the dream I was in some sort of trailer park with a soft, short haired girl who had a drumset on her trailer's porch. The dream was fun overall, but I woke up with a craving for a soft squish.

I was at some kind of dock or canal at sunset. It was warm out and the sky was gorgeous, like some Howl's Moving Castle level scenery. There was a marimba there, and I played for a while as I watched the sun sink.

Later, probably after the stress relief tea I drank before bed wore off, I dreamt that I got crammed onto a plane with a few of my friends. When we landed I discovered that my house's basement was overrun with sprickets, so I ran away and we decided to just go back to our apartment on-campus instead. Along the way there we stole a cool-looking sign. When we were in the car and almost to the apartment, though, I looked out the window and saw some policemen breaching a nearby house. When they broke in there was a loud bang, my head felt weird and I heard my friend saying "hurry, get out of the car!"Overall verdict, 8/10. That first chunk of dream was well worth the return of a couple old traumas, and that second dream sequence was still exciting even if it was a little scary.

The first dream was a bit harder to remember. I know that I had an extending bo staff for some reason. My mother was there with her van, but she started getting sick so I took over driving for her. We went in an elevator for something, maybe at a hospital, but then I had a wake n fake into my next dream.

I was on a trip with a friend that I haven't seen in a long time. We were riding on a large bus across America(?) and we kept ending up in random locations. A strange throughline for the dream was that we kept seeing George Lucas and his wife in little to no clothing. Everything culminated in the bus parking outside some sort of resort. Everyone else got off and went in, but we were still out on the bus waiting for it to go to the next stop. As we waited, we took the bus for a joyride around the parking lot, saw George Lucas in a bathing suit, and eventually my friend ran in and stole ornate glasses of wine for us. We were starting to say gay friendshippy things when I woke up. This dream was a 9/10, it was great to see my buddy again, albeit a little bittersweet.

First sex dream in a while, and it had to be about a website user who's not just a lesbian but also horribly obese. I was putting a hand down my pants to see if there was an erection down there, but there wasn't, and she was also kinda like "nope" which wasn't surprising at all.

Just woke up at 1:20 AM from a bizarre dream and I remembered this thread. It's one of those dreams where you just don't want to go back to sleep on account of how freaky it was in case it might start up again or an equally strange dream might commence.

Anyway, the first thing I remember was camping out at the park across the street from my house. Behind the park was another dog park (which in present-day reality has been filled in with houses). There appeared to be a large, glowing summoning circle of some kind, faintly visible in the twilight. Before long, it was deep into the night. I appeared to be sleeping near the sidewalk on the basketball court (not very comfortable) alongside unseen friends (?) but it was too dark to see them. Across the street were great, towering, unfamiliar buildings which were threatening and which I determined to be the source of a demonic invasion. I get up to leave and, suddenly, it is daylight which strikes me very unusual.

I then awake in an unfamiliar bed which for some reason I identity as my sister's room despite bearing no resemblance to it. I have the impression that the "friends" are still there which I cannot see. I leave the room and come upon a flight of stairs which leads to an upper story (I recollect having been told the building was single-level). I am taken aback by how vast this upper story. It is old and dilapidated with many holes in the walls and floor. Almost more like a large attic. It comes to my attention that my grandparents are there (grandfather is deceased and grandmother is nearing death in real life).

I continue to wander until I find myself in what appears to be some kind of factory floor or lumber yard inside the mansion. There entrance the area is locked so I begin to ask workers for the exit. One of the workers leads me to an elevator platform. I am barely able to hold onto it's edge before it begins to raise me high up to the ceiling. My fingers nearly slip and I almost fall to the floor below. Eventually a foreman tells me to wait in a specific area. A large rectangle opens in the ceiling and I realize that I am Gordon Freeman from Half-Life I call out the names of Black-Mesa employees I remember in my dream state: "Alex, Eli!". A pair of unfamiliar scientists descends from ropes but I refuse their assistance thinking something is off. It becomes apparent that they have webbed, alien-like appendages as they ascend through the ceiling. The many workers then surround me also the revealing that they are aliens. They surround me and grasp at me with their many tentacled limbs. I awake.

I was in some kind of Yu-Gi-Oh crew. The first part of the dream is foggy but I remember us getting into duels in some kind of large building, and we started getting split up as other duels kept starting. Eventually we ended up at a train station, and there was a bit of drama as I wanted to get on and leave the female member of our team behind. I got on the train eventually with a few of our other members, and as it started moving we went through the cabins looking for someone.

The further back we went, the larger the train seemed to get. There was a whole airport-sized section, and this nature reserve area with a big lake. The only way I remembered that we were in a train was the occasional rumbling under our feet. By this point I was with this asian guy and the same girl from the previous confrontation. We wanted to go to the island in the middle of the lake to get a better vantage point to look for whoever we were trying to find, so we found a way around and got to it. Not long after we did, though, a groundskeeper came out with a pack of lions that started mating at the shore of the lake. I remember someone saying "Isn't it beautiful," to which I replied "No, it's kind odd." We managed to dodge the lions by taking turns making a human bridge with a fallen log on the other side of the island. I was stuck crawling over the girl, and I had to lift her off of the log when I had gotten completely across. I was saying out loud something about how she literally weighed nothing when I woke up. This was a pretty fun dream, any dream where I play serious children's card games is okay with me. In hindsight, the girl might have been some weird hybrid of an ex and another female from my recent history.

I've been playing Breath of the Wild, and I had a very vivid dream where I was Link after the story. Zelda somehow finds a way to revive all the Champions, and they're all back, banquet, hugs, yada yada. Afterwards and everyone is happy, I run off with Mipha (the fish waifu) and the two of us spend some really good quality time romancing, spending a night on the lake, sparring, and fucking like crazy. It ended with the two of us looking up into the stars, cuddling.

Am I a furry now? Best dream I've had in a while, not gonna lie.

I was stood on the Yokkaichi Asunarou Railway Hachiōji Line, masturbating freely.

I was driving in my mother's van. There might have been a couple friends in the car or not, it was a little inconsistent. The biggest catch was that the brakes on the vehicle were fucking garbage for some reason, and I was having the hardest time stopping. I accidentally fender bended a car in front of me at an intersection, and quickly turned a different way in order to escape them before they saw my license plate. Doing this took me through a strange exit, and I eventually ended up at an odd gun store.

In the front of the store was a bunch of pistols, rifles and ammunition hanging open on clothes racks. The further back you went, though, the stranger it got. The store also had discount ps2 games, anime DVDs, candy, antique swords, and some other random shit. There were as many children there with their parents as there were actual gun-purchasing adults. I think I ended up buying some pasta and leaving.

Later in dream world, I was back in my apartment, which was now an entire townhouse. I wake n faked beside a beautiful girl with dark curly hair that I believed was my gf through dream logic. When I "woke up" I was very tangled up in her, but I was comfortable and willing to fall back to sleep. She was apparently too warm, however, and she disconnected from me to sleep in the bed of my roommate, who was not present. Bored and now fully dream-awake, I got up and started looking around for something to cook. My spaghetti was missing, and I kept asking my friends about it, to which they replied that "dinner would be ready soon anyway." Waiting for dinner I kept going back to my girl's room, but doing so lead me to the realization that she was in reality a witch. The reason she was still sleeping so long was to stay dormant and gather her strength for the weird ritual she had planned for our dinner. Once I accidentally woke her early and I could see the four elements shifting around where her pupils should have been.

I remember a little bit of the dinner scene, but not a lot. Witches/demons were represented by puppets randomly, but only I seemed to be able to see who they really were. I was trying in vain to warn my friends without upsetting my witch girlfriend when I woke up. I had a good time with this dream, it remained pretty lighthearted overall and there were some interesting setpieces and themes. I'll give it an 8/10.

I was staying temporarily at some kind of a dormitory with a shared kitchen and rec rooms and so forth, but one-person bedrooms. The other nine people there are attractive young women of various descriptions, sharing a trait of seemingly trying to low-key get in my pants because the world has run out of men or some silly reason like that. Later in the dream I'm alone in someone's bedroom (possibly my own) with one of said young women sitting on the bed; I scoot myself over and go "urf" with effort, and then explain that I'm not talking about "your" F (for respects). She forces a laugh, then unzips my dick.

I dre3amed that I was sleeping in a bunk bed when a high school band started rehearsing near me. I think my perch was actually in a gym. From my elevated spot, I was seeing some strange things. On top of a podium thing that ws part of their setup, three or four high schoolers were completely naked and fucking each other with abandon. I watched with a bewildered erection until the band finished and left the building.

Later the dream became much more exploratory. I went around the building with my friends from work, and we came to find that besides the gym section there was also a large, fancy hotel attached. Later our own high school band that we taught(? It was unclear) showed up to perform, but we left in case kids started fucking again. At some point we traveled down a large backwoods road for a while. I remember seeing a "ghost" school bus that seemed to hover on the road and later traveled across a river. I think I woke up a little after that strange event.

I was walking around some weird college campus when a fight broke out. I ran in the middle to stop them and then played counselor for a while. Later I was alonebon a different part of this mystery campus when I was approached by a man. He gave me a very sloppy blowjob, much to my dismay. Afterwards he said "oh yeah, I have AIDS." I woke up confused and distraught.

A tall figure with a golden mask led me among the dead as through a wedding celebration. I heard many voices, but no lips moved. I strained to breathe, but my chest didn't move. The tall figure spoke with each figure as he passed among them, laughing and joking, as if they were alive, but they made no reply. I tried to cry out, but without breath, my tongue fluttered in vain.

I was in a strange college that I think was supposed to be Temple University. There were a lot of soft girls in attendance , but I didn't trust my dream logic enough to try anything lewd. I ended up exploring a lot of the dream campus, which led to several very interesting set pieces. One highlight was meeting the cute girl who's not my girlfriend in this huge alien-looking greenhouse to eat lunch and figure out where we were. Later, within the same dream world I believe, I dreamt that an old friend came to my city and we threw a huge party. The drunk and high physics were very realistic, and my dream representations of friends were spot-on. I told them about my strange trip to Temple, then we went out to hit the bars. Along the way even more of my old friends were seen on the streets, as well as a couple old adversaries that me and my friends bullied relentlessly as we passed them. The dream concluded as the sun started to rise, with my city friends saying goodbye to my older friend and all of us planning on leaving the bar. Overall great fun was had in this one, it really felt like a victory lap that put a bookend on yesterday's events nicely.

There are a lot of events I forget. I remember that at one point, I biked to some building in search of a job or a class. I met a beautiful girl there and we tried to go to WaWa, but then she asked me to go get something from my bike for her. On the way there I was ambushed by a UFO, and there was a long and dramatic scene of me trying to run from it while both the girl and an anime father figure character tried to convince me to let it happen. I was eventually beamed up, and while I was up there they gave me some cash for WaWa. I saw the face of the aliens, and they were cool so we shook hands, and eventually they dropped me off at my location.

The WaWa attendants were fucking assholes and for some reason had a problem with every single order I tried to make. More cute girls and my cute girl from earlier in the dream looked on and made jokes while I argued over what I "really" wanted on my hoagie, and then I woke up. I know there was more to the dream that I've forgotten, but even this little bit was pretty fun to go through.

I was on an expedition in some kind of abandoned submarine with an intrepid and cute girl. It was very intense and honestly scary, as to get from one part of the ship to the other took a lot of careful climbing and maneuvering. Eventually, we made it to the command room, and we saw the hatch that we thought was our way out. After risking our necks getting to it we finally bashed it open to reveal that we were in a huge oil drilling facility. When we got to the surface, armed men burst out and surrounded us and there was a really bullshit plot twist. It turned out that we were in Outer Heaven and the ancient sub was picked up by them while we were inside because they wanted to take its nukes.

The dream did a fakeout transition where all of those previous events turned out to be part of a movie or something. I was with my buddies, and we discussed how intense the hatch scene in that film was for a while. Eventually we went to our workplace and things got super surreal. There was this whole alien invasion that Outer Heaven started fighting while we wored, and later I tried to go to the bathroom and had to have a fight to the death with two rapists who were lurking in there. My boss then promptly complained about the corpses in the bathroom, and I think I was in the process of getting laid off when I awoke.

My dream was a cyberpunk post-apocalyptic Kowloon-like hi-tech police-corporate-ancap state that was surrounded from the infected, abandoned, and destroyed world by a huge wall like in Ergo Proxy. But it was a cube in a way and almost with no windows. The outer world was dark and brown-sanded desert with constant sandstorms and unhealthy oxygen. I was like a poor kid whose parents just have died from cancer in the sewer areas, and so, I became something of the Mirrors Edge runner but with the objections to steal somebody's stuff or assassinate them. A creepy lady gave me such directions from my pocket radio. I often had to run through narrow uninhabited tunnels, lots of fashion shops, factories, populated streets, military check-up points, and ongoing building areas. Before my dream ended, I was surrounded by loads of robocop-style policemen and huge Titanfall war-robots. They all attacked me, but somehow, I managed to escape, showing off my acrobatic skills and slaughtering tons of enemies as well as just regular civilians.

I dreamtened that it was 1945 and at the end of WW2 a group of German soldiers who were developing a new super weapon (an energy laser chaingun) took it with them to a beer hall somewhere in Bavaria to hide it from the allies. Below it was a secret command post and paramilitary operation office in which they would use to operate from past the war and hide the weapon.

In the chaotic final days of the Reich, an elderly local man of the town walked past the soldiers and saw the weapon resting on the bench in front of the beer hall. He decided to try to lift it up, but when he does, the weapon splits in half revealing a secret opening and the ground he is standing on slides into the opening and down under the beer hall along with the whole ground floor. He pretends to not know what he has done and proceeds to pick up one of the wine bottles on one of the tables. A young officer rushes at him from behind a glass wall in the back and asks him if he knows what he has done. The old man says he wanted back one of the wine bottles from the party yesterday, and the young officer tells him to leave quickly and forget what he saw.

Fourty years later, in the mid-80s, I am "dating" a very rich young woman that looks like the hologram lady in Bladerunner 2049. We're in Spain or Protugal in a small town, sitting inside a small caféteria. She nags me about her difficult situation with her studies, but I counter-whine about not having money for my scientific projects. She tells me she can help with that, on one condition. She wants to find out something about her family's past involving a temple, and since I am young and has time, she wants to send me to find out what this is. I start to finger her pussy as we talk and it becomes all wet and puffy.

I am in an ancient Greek/Roman temple somewhere on a little island, and there are minotaurs that resemble centaurs chasing after me. They have orange glowing eyes and very strong glowing human arms extending from their upper bodies. One of them catches me running from a gate and pins me to a wall. apparently I manage to talk myself out of it and he tosses me into a chasm. I don't fall that far as right beneath is a throne I fall on. The room is very vast and vertically steep. There is a blue fat Buddha-like boy trying to climb up the steep walls to get to the thone. I can see that below him is an exit to the shore, so I start climbing down. As I do, I accidentally hit him and he falls and breaks into pieces. He is still alive, but curses me for not being able to climb up to reach the throne.

When I get outside I am back in 1945, or the remnants of the secret German paramilitary division is just there, and they start a very Indiana Jones-like chase after me through the island. On one truck they have the secret chaingun, and they use it to fire at me. I don't remember much this part but I somehow manage to escape and get away. I return to the caféteria and to the rich young lady to finger her pussy some more while she is resting on top of her older sister who is over two meters tall and a little paler than her.

I went to a movie theater with my friends and a soft girl that I used to bone. We got about halfway through the film before someone yelled, "wait a minute, should we be here with that virus?" and then everyone freaked out and the movie theater had to call an intermission. When we returned, everyone was still there, and I had trouble returning to my original seat. Also at some point a cute girl that my dream had generated switched places with the soft girl from the real world, but I didn't seem to realize that until after I awoke.

In my first dream, I was riding in the back seat of my sister's car with my my mother. Everything I dislike about my sister was amplified, and she was driving terribly. In an instant, everything started going wrong, and there were a multitude of car crashes around us. She lost a couple wheels in the process. Just when it seemed that we were in the clear, a car smashed into us from my side, and I quickly woke up as flames engulfed the car. IRL I noticed I was very sore in my hip/leg on the side that was hit by the car--I'm unsure if I slept weirdly, if my cat did something as I slept, or if this was some psychological effect caused by the bad yume.

The second dream was much more enjoyable. I was in a big city/college town and many of my friends were there. I met with several of them in my journey around town, and we all caught up and played instruments together. An aggressively cute girl from the real world appeared soon after, and we went out for lunch. Later, I returned to a building that was some cross between my current apartment and an old dorm that I used to live in. My window now had a clear view of all the warm weather merriment happening around campus, and I used my binoculars to ogle soft girls playing sports, picnicking, and doing wheelies on motorcycles for some reason. I was cooking breakfast with a few more friends when I awoke, feeling much more well-rested than before. The first dream scored low but this one was a 10, so I'll average it out and give tonight's dreamscore an 8/10.

I have had so many dreams about fingering pussy lately I wonder if it is my girlfriend that moves my hand during my sleep or something. Even tonight I dreamt I fingered pussy.

I have tried a new method of air deprivation which may get you high yesterday evening, and it made me fall on the ground in convulsions, destroy my furniture, and really badly hurt my body in multiple places. I was simply unconscious, and you may say that I was dreaming. It was a pitch black darkness that I saw while being in this state, and as I knocked out my lamp, I woke up in darkness of my room and was scared like hell. I could easily bite my tongue or scratch out my eyes this way -- I'm very very very lucky. Never gonna try such crap again.

There were a few disconnected dreams that I can remember. In the main one, it was like a weird mix between Gundam and WWII, and I was a mobile suit pilot who also led a small group of infantry. We fought the Axis in a city that looked like a map from Earth Defense Force, and then eventually we came to a ceasefire with our opponents and had peace.

In another dream, I was walking around when a soft girl from my past walked up to me. We started to converse and with zero context she said "Yeah, you're just like fundamentally ugly. Like you're just ugly, and that's okay, but like yeah you're ugly." Unsure how to process this information, I just talked with her a little more and woke up. Maybe that was my subconscious trying to make a point.

I have some green-coloured PCI soundcard with onboard FM synth and some code to write to its ports..

I dreamed I bought a 2nd, red card, of similar nature and that I had to modify the code to allow simultaneously writing to multiple cards.

I woke up too fast and forgot a lot of it, but I distinctly remember one part of the dream. I was in a city and I mugged a man in broad daylight with two accomplices while wearing clown disguises. We got away with it and were soon quickly walking toward the train tracks on the edge of town to dodge the police. I remember voicing disappointment at the fact that we just committed such an involved crime for only 12 dollars, but we were still in good spirits. There was another dream sequence that had something to do with the video games I've been playing recently, but I can't recall most of it.

After a day of being particularly full of myself and struggling to fall asleep as I looked back on that, I had a pretty humbling dream.
I dreamt that someone had become a famous streamer using my exact name. It was on purpose; he was some eccentric, super-ironic guy who doesn't like my guts, and constantly referenced me, the "real" me.
This resulted in people mistaking me for him, both on purpose and not. Some people would message me saying "that last stream was hilarious!" and others would just fuck with me by saying similar stuff but alluding to the fact that I'm not the streamer guy and they would hate to be in my shoes.

Doesn't sound so bad, I know. But after realizing that I was being a piece of shit to the people around me yesterday, I took it as my brain trying to teach me a lesson.

I woke into the dream in my apartment in the early morning. I was getting ready for some kind of big trip, I think, and a lot of my roommates and old companions were around. As I shat in the bathroom, a gay guy from my apartment complex walked in. I made a big to-do of screaming and acting surprised when he entered but quickly stopped when he didn't immediately leave. "You don't have to act like that," he said, and I apologized and bullshitted some excuse. Later on in my dream I had the epiphany that this was very indirectly trying to bring my sexuality into question, but at the time I was oblivious. As I continued shitting and washing up more guys walked in and out to casually converse with me, usually people I knew closely. Through talking with these guys in this strangely intimate setting I pieced together that we were going on some plane trip, I believe to the Caribbean. It was very comfy, and I was getting excited at the prospect of sharing a plane with all these good friends.

I went to take a nap as other friends went into the bathroom to wash up. I dream slept and dream woke into the same environment, but all my friends were in the other room or otherwise missing and my father was present, holding a camera. On my laptop was camera footage of me screaming, crying and hitting things. It was somehow live and not at the same time, maybe showing what I looked/felt like under the surface? He told me "son, we need to talk," and started going on a spiel about how the way I was living was wrong and how he had come to change things. I looked over at my closet and saw that he had rearranged my belongings in my closet terribly, obviously stacking things he perceived as a mess in such a way that when I went to fix them, they would all collapse, humiliating me. I took great offense to this, and started arguing with him aggressively and angrily. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" was my opening line, I remember. At some point early on he was trying to wave off my complaints and walk away. I stood up to keep arguing, only to realize that my perspective had shifted and that he was now suddenly much taller than me. Soon he was really looming over me, saying the same things he said when I was a child. Within the dream everything seemed to click for me and I knew in that instant exactly what all the dream was trying to do, and I decided I was sick of its shit. I stood up on the mat I'd been dream sleeping on, and the scale started to shift until I was taller again. "EVERY MAN DESERVES TO HAVE THE RIGHT TO LIVE IN HIS OWN FUCKING HOME," I screamed, pointing at my closet, "AND HIS HOME, HOWEVER SHITTY IT MAY BE, IS HIS HOME, AND HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO LIVE IN HIS OWN FUCKING HOME HOW HE SEES FIT!" I went on further but my father, now much shorter than before, wordlessly walked out of my bedroom. I chased after him screaming more of my ideals, but I started waking up. Before I completely exited the dream my IRL self was sleep talking, and I heard myself say "You never did fucking listen, you say what you fucking want and you pretend to, but you never did.."

It all clicked while I was still in the dream, and upon waking up I didn't move for a minute trying to remember everything and let the messages sink in. I felt very emotional in the first few minutes after waking, but once that was internalized and allowed to subside, I just felt a little indignant and pissed. I really confronted deep-seeded traumas and insecurities, embraced my chosen lifestyle and defended my validity as a man after staying up late watching "Is Tails in love with Sonic???" theory videos on youtube. Overall 10/10 dream with a relatively happy ending, and it probably meant a lot for my IRL character development, but I'd be happy if I didn't have one like it again, as it was very emotionally taxing towards the end.

The I dreamtening that I was playing the role of my younger self for an advertisement set in the 1970s about the KFC (Kentucky Fried Cinema), which is a cinema that only serves KFC and does so at two breaks during the film.

We were a bunch of young bois going to see a movie and were instructed to go and get some KFC at the earliest opportunity, and make a big number out of it so that it would seem genuine and all that. I tried jumping in the staircase on the way up to the KFConcessions stand inside, but due to long lines we had to wait in line from the outside of the building. When it eventually was m turn they only had hotdogs and I was disappointed since I wanted KFC.

I don't remember much of my dream, just that at one point I was naked, looked down, and saw that half of my stomach was hairy while the other half was smooth. Two halves split perfectly down the middle, basically.

For context, I shaved my whole body yesterday.

I was acting in some kind of film. There were a lot of weird supernatural things happening to the globe, and I was helicoptered in to North Korea to meet with Kim Jung whoever the last one was in order to get him to join an alliance to save the world. Immediately upon landing, Kim kissed me full on the mouth and asked me to retire with him. I was playing a suave laid-back spy, and my character laughed it off and suggested that we do it later. Then Hitller was there among Kim's personal staff, and this was apparently a big revelation in the film because I was supposed to go to the basement and contact my superiors about it. In the basement there was some weird cult shit going on in one half, and a large bed in the other. There I ran into a girl who looked a lot like Katsuragi if she was 3D, and we almost immediately started sexing. This was still all within the script, and when the scene ended I got up to head upstairs for the next scene. The Katsuragi look-alike grabbed my arm, though, and pulled me back. She demanded that I fuck her again before we go to the next scene.I needed little convincing, and we soon started fuckening once more, but in the middle of foreplay she unzipped dick and pushed my head down on it. I tried my best to suck female penis but did a subpar job, and woke up before doing much else.

I was working in an embassy and we were talking about how to improve political relations with North Korea.
I can't remember what I suggested, but apparently it was such a good idea that they voted to directly involve me with the diplomatic mission, which was to hang out with Kim Yo-jong (Kim Jong-un's sister) who apparently was a chancellor in my dream world.

So I head to the airport to meet up with Yo-jong to fly back with her to North Korea. It's surprisingly devoid of people, and there's NO security around her. When I spot her, I simply wave hello to her, and she says something in Korean which I don't understand.
She then starts walking through the airport, and I just follow behind cluelessly.
Eventually, after a lot of walking, we make it out to the runway. I see a comically big, black plane which looks like it's made out of rubber straight ahead, which I assume is ours, but it takes off as we're about halfway to it. It goes at a speed so fast that it felt like someone hacked my brain and photoshopped an image of that plane in and then just shrunk it. Yo-jong was completely unfazed by this event.

Anyway, just a bit further ahead and to the right is our actual plane. As we're getting there, I end up walking slightly too close to Yo-jung without meaning to, and quickly back off thinking she might take offense or her security (which has to be SOMEWHERE) might view me as a threat.
We board the plane and get our seats; hers is on the left side of the plane, middle seat, and mine is on the same row of course, just to the right of hers. Strangely enough, the plane is packed, even though the airport was empty!
The plane takes off and not much happens for a while until the stewardesses come and give everyone their lunches, which is what they called a full Swedish MRE set. I'm not sure what was supposed to be Swedish about it when it only consisted of a small packet (yes, packet) of salad, 3 different cups of coffee, and some weird deep-fried fish that was more batter than actual fish.

We have our food in quiet, and I'm getting comfy, but adjusting my pillow a lot. Yo-jung says something in Korean which I again don't understand, but I throw a question at her based on her tone: "Do you not like sitting next to me?" and she replies with what sounds like a Japanese expression, which I DO understand. It more or less translates to "There are pros and cons to it" which I just interpreted to mean it's okay overall.
For whatever reason, hearing her say it wasn't straight-up BAD sitting next to me made me really happy in the dream, even though in real life I'd probably just have forced myself to sit dead still so as to not potentially offend her.

That's all I remember. Knowing my dreams, we'd probably end up watching anime and having sex once we arrived in North Korea.

Me and a few friends had somehow gotten tied up in local gang violence. I was the only one who had a gun, this pistol with a really large magazine. The dream actually continued continuity from a dream I had many years ago with a similar premise.

After a shootout that led to the death of a cop I thought I was going to get arrested, but it seems like my escape was better than expected. I mourned the cop for a bit but eventually went back to doing gang shit with my friends. Some shootouts and robberies later, I was low on ammo but a friend wanted me on a drug deal he was planning. I took the motorcycle that I now somehow had and drove to my apartment complex, which now had an extra building attached to it. This was where the Greil Mercenaries from that one Fire Emblem game stayed, and just like my dream from middle school, I was a member of their family-esque group. I met with all my favorites and dealt out hugs before finding the leader, who I guess was also my father so maybe my dream avatar was really Ike. After dancing around the real reason I visited I eventually mentioned that I needed to buy some ammunition. Greil was very supportive and went upstairs to dish out some supplies for me. After more merriment I was ready to go shoot more people, but I woke up.

Michael J. Fox sits in the back seat of a 1980s era broken-down 202Xiverse futuremobile, ordering street food from the Chinese oba-chan in the driver's seat. He's deliberating what to have. She smiles gently and offers a suggestion in a perfectly understandable English-Cantonese pidgin. "Yeah, I feel like sesame would help me today," he says, which flips a switch in the old woman in the front. Her eyes lose their warmth, yet her expression does not change. He lurches up, scrambling for the door handle, but then notices a gentle girl in the reflection of one of the mirrored fragments decorating the interior around him. "Is that-- is that Hana-chan?" he blurts, almost forgetting his urgency. The old woman's face grows a fraction of concentration. Another reflection. "Natsuki? No way!" A late-20s woman appears to sit next to Hana-chan. They share a sweet aura, a calming blankness. They do not smile. Michael no longer wants to leave. The old woman in the front relaxes and turns forward, the windows darken, and Michael's seat lowers him into the mechanism below. He doesn't care, but it wouldn't matter for long if he did.

I dreamt that I got warned and had some of my posts deleted here on SAoVQ for posting too much lewd content.
Really weird metadream.

There were other events that I don't remember clearly, but I do remember a wake n fake where I got up and saw that everything had reopened. All of my hottest neighbors had returned, and I saw one of them down in the parking lot who wanted me to come down and help her move back in. I was planning a spree of party visits, all of which involved one lewd reunion or another, and I was just about to get out of bed when I woke up for real.

I was sent into the distant future where 99.9% of the human population had been replaced by bioroids or something. They were all carbon copies of real people who had lived in my era, and the world was basically the same except "but they're robots." When I arrived in the future I guess I replaced my own bioroid with my fully human self. After wandering around I met one who knew "me" and caught me up on world events. Apparently the remaining human population was extremely violent and prejudiced against their cyborg-ish fellow man. We talked for a while, bought some pastries, and later on we did some pyro magic together on the lawn of a large company building. Overall a very comfortable dream, I enjoyed exploring the setting with my dream robot friend, 9/10.

I was trying to go to the liquor store but my cat needed some exercise, so I decided to take her with me. Dream logic made some pretty interesting things happen with the physics. In order to get her past the cashier, I dressed her in my clothes and a hoodie, and when I did that she was suddenly half my height or more and could walk on her back legs. With this disguise I pretended she was my kid or something, held her front paw and successfully walked to the store and back. Later, I had another "cat" that was literally just a neko girl, and the two of us went to do the same thing. She was very hot and flirted with me the entire time, but the dream logic telling me she was my pet kept me from getting lewd..

A second dream featured Will Smith as a member of a small Navy team that went underground beneath an ice mountain and had to fight what seemed to be a mix between the Covenant and the Combine. I was one of the other team members. Our commanding officer died pretty quickly, and I woke up while the rest of us were piling into a Warthog to try and fight our way to the surface.

Why do I have so many dreams in which I finger vaginaes now? Of the dreams I can remember over 60% of them involve my fingers in some girl's holes.

Several of my friends were going with me on a journey to buy weed from a mutual friend. We started out in some strange tanning salon that was also a yoga class. We got to the back of the buiding and solle a tricked-out jeep to travel in. Many antics and hijinks ensued, including meeting wild cats, running from or fighting monsters and communicating with a ghost. I believe I woke up before we got the weed, but maybe the real weed was the friends we made along the way. 10/10 adventure dream.

It was a zombie apocalypse that began right at the start of the outbreak. My god, it was horrible.
I was just out in the city and got a call from my dad who said he'd come pick me up in an hour, so I went to a movie theater in the meanwhile. Then all of a sudden some guy started spasming out and turned. He bit some guy next to me who ran away before turning shortly after. The whole theater broke out into a panic and people were pushing and stepping over each other to try and get out.

I rescued a lone little girl who was nearly crushed by the panicking crowd. Dunno what happened to her parents, but they're probably dead.
We sought refuge in a hospital, for whatever reason. We went to the top floor, then quickly realized that it was infected too. The stairs were blocked, so we had to ride in a tiny elevator that could only fit 3 people. Me, the girl, and this really fat guy got in, and went to the garage floor. The elevator had glass sliding doors, and we could see the pandemonium happening in the hospital as we slowly descended. As we passed by the floor before the garage floor, we saw 2 guys in doctor's robes banging on the elevator doors to try and get them open, with a giant swarm of zombies behind them.
One of them is utterly desperate and banging on them as hard as he can. The window cracks, but doesn't shatter, right as we're about to pass them by. Shortly after, I hear the loud crunches and meaty sounds of them being devoured alive by the horde.

I don't remember what happened next but since this is sounding a lot like The Last of Us, we probably make it, but the fatty dies along the way.

I was in a virtual reality video game where I lived in an apartment. It was a strange world where I can only describe it as being of the visual appearance as those I Spy books from the grade school library, with a changing surrounding and visuality going from first to third person weirdly at random and the setting morphing around to look different as I remember it (I rarely do) and many, almost but not quite sexual encounters happening frequently. The reason I describe it in such vague imagery and with narrative distance is because I can’t describe it in detail. All my dreams are like this. Bizarre and rarely remembered. I recall many dreams I’ve had that make up perhaps 5% (only a guess) of the dreams I ever have. I read somewhere about the different kinds of dreams people have and what this indicates. I like remembering my dreams but they’re always gone from recollection an instant after I wake up. Usually mutated and perverted in form to the typical understanding of the world, my dreams are often nightmares and the way I experience them is in a way that’s foreign to the typical way I experience daily living. I’m sorry I couldn’t give more concrete description. It’s just such a bizarre thing that I couldn’t go into more detail sheerly because of its alien ness to me

It was some kind of smash tournament that was simultaneously down by the docks and in my apartment/house, through dream logic. It seems like instead of being a video game, we all smashed in real life,and while we were in matches we had very advanced levels of strength and speed, like a casual man's DBZ. I progressed in my bracket pretty solidly, I had one fight against a woman and one especially difficult battle against a muscular man. As the fight went on and clothing got damaged, I found out that he also had an absolutely poppin vagina. I remember during the fight commenting "Nice pussy, bro," to which he replied, "Yeah, maybe you should taste it sometime, huh?" Things got more homo(hetero?)-erotic from there, and the bout was extremely challenging, but we ended it in a tie. I believe the rules of the bracket were that we had to have another match to decide who went to the semifinals.

Before we had the tiebreak, though, all the smashers had a lunch break. The girl that I'd defeated came back to get food with me by the docks, and we joined a gaggle of people that I knew in the dream but didn't recognize when I awoke later. The journey to the food court led us to a parking lot where two drunk rednecks were throwing fireworks in the air by hand. We also ended up lost on a docked cruise ship for a while, which was interesting but didn't help with our collective hunger. We had just encountered an old champion of our strange smash tournament and were finally getting to the food court when I woke up. Very interesting dream overall, the fight mechanics were fun, I just wish I could've had my rematch with the mysterious muscular pussy man.

It was a brutal wake n fake. I "woke up" at 6 AM in my old apartment, with my old roommate. We were apparently getting up for something important, but we were a little late. We had no food left in the house so we were scrambling to find somewhere with free or very cheap breakfast online. I thought McDonalds, but he wasn't a fan, so we had to keep looking. Also, on the television we were watching some weird film about a dream-logical mix between Will Smith and Terry Crews in the military. There were also army recruits yelling in our parking lot during all of this, so it got a little dicey where the "movie" ended and the "real life" going on outside began. We were running out of time and still hadn't reached a conclusion when I woke up. I remember the last thing I did was attempting unsuccessfully to type a pretty easy restaurant name into Google.

Blue horizon night Anthony dover book on amazon final truth last night

My family was on some kind of road trip and we ended up in what looked like a hotel. We sat at a table for dinner, and they brought us these exotic-looking dishes that they said were from spain. Before we started eating, though, I noticed signs everywhere that said "Spacex." I turned to my father and asked, "Wait, this isn't for that fucking space plane, is it?" Him and my mother got awkward before replying that it was. I started getting scared and upset and causing a scene. I think in dream world, the success rate for this "space plane" was in the single digits. I was loudly refusing to board when I woke up. Later on I had a crime drama dream, but I don't remember it as well.

I was out biking around my old campus at night. I stopped at the doorway to a dorm, and I guess I blacked out in the dream, because I was suddenly on the ground. My bike, which I dream remembered locking up, was lying on the ground with its top bar scratched up and the lock chain utterly destroyed. Right as I was examining the scene, an asian gorl carrying hedge clippers and her own bike lock walked out the door. I put two and two together fast and started pointing at her and screaming, "you motherfucker!!!" She retreated back into the building and I tried gathering my things as fast as possible to leave before I was thieved again. It took a couple trips back and forth because I kept forgetting extra things, or maybe the dream just kept adding them when my back was turned. The asian girl came out and tried rationalizing why she was going to steal my bike, but I threatened to punch her in the mouth and started walking away. Overall a very stressful dream, my bike getting yanked is a real fear of mine.

A strangely large part of my dream detailed an affair that my father was having with my sister. I particularly hated that. But then the focus shifted to a slice of life comedy featuring me and some old friends. I wasted time in a car trying to explain my bad dream and playing not-smash bros, and later I returnedto my apartment to find another friend waiting with leftover sausage and frozen waffles. Not counting that shitty first sequence, the rest of the dream time was spent comfortably.

It was like the most tame game of GTA ever. My friends and I spawned in on our old college campus hsome basic tasks on our questlist. My character backstory was that I'd bought the car that I was driving to give to some kid because he bought McDonalds for his hungry family. The kid would appear and subsequently perish at a McDonald's later on in the dream. My friends were packed in a van and another sportscar.

I complained about driving a wack car, and took over the van instead. We were joyriding around the suburbs when a cop car flew by in the other direction. It wasn't really aimed at us, but we all decided there that we should find a garage to lay low in. Unfortunately, the main road to one was blocked off by a rich people party for the university. We were popping a U-turn when party police walked over to ask what was up. We were explaining (and lying about) our situation when I awoke.

I'm not sure where I was, but I remember Phoenix wright walking around with a comically large salt shaker. People would accidentally spill it and throw these huge mounds of salt around. Eventually I asked him about the shaker, and he said, "that's where I keep my coke. You know, like American Psycho?" I understood entirely, and commended him on hanging in there in the intense lawyer lifestyle. I woke up soon after.

I dreamed that I was eating pussy in the middle of the beginning of nuclear war. I was going to town on this dark haired girl but people kept running up to tell me about the countdown to the silos opening. Eventually we got annoyed and stopped our oral orchestrations, drove to this huge military base by the sea and started fighting to stop the launch. Eventually a huge rocket launched, and seeing as we’d already failed, we found a quiet corner and oralization resumed.

There was some strange mix of post-apocalyptic setting and realism. I drove my van to the store to get something, but when I went inside I found that raiders had taken over the building and killed everyone. I fought them and won, and later chased down and killed a legendary raider with some weird special move. His hype was that he only struck with his left hand, or something. With that out of the way, me and a few companions packed back into my van, which was now a Mad Max-lite battle vehicle, and we set out for home. To get there, though, we had to cut through something kind of like the Zone from Roadside Picnic. Many road hazards and a large-scale shootout with aliens later, we made it to an escape tube which teleported us home. I was looking forward to seeing the place where we stayed, but I woke up while the tube initiated.

The first part of the dream was great, me and my friends somehow ended up on a small island in Hawaii with a smoking hot Japanese immigrant as our guide. We all found an abandoned shack, played tag, I got a friendly smooch, very fun.

Then the dream turned into a shitshow when it shifted to my mother going through all of my sketchbooks and berating me for what I drew. She ignored everything I said and kept shitting on me while holding up specific pages. I woke up feeling extremely stressed, and when I got back to bed it was the same damn dream. I decided to just stay awake, after that. I can only assume that the stress of this large move has aggravated some of my subconscious hatreds/insecurities again, this shouldn't be a recurring thing.

I was in the middle of some kind of crime/prison drama show. I was kidnapped by this guy I could only describe as prison Griffith, a psycho frail fag who killed people for fun and did all kinds of sexual deviant shit with the bodies. He and his crew had been building connections for years to get revenge against the prison that they'd just broken out of, they had an entire fleet of navy warships that were being controlled by their people and they mobilized them all at the same time. As they moved out to join their coup army though, I was rescued by some SWAT operatives, so the perspective then switched to the "good guys'" side. I was in a makeshift trench along the dock with hundreds of soldiers trying to defend against the guy's fleet, who had besieged the port and attacked the not-statue of liberty. Every now and then they had choppers or jets doing strafing runs on us. A gruff sergeant character had a monologue about the criminals' drive to take out every person who'd ever worked at the prison that housed them. There was going to be some big move against the fleet, but then I woke up.

I was in some cyberpunk version of Breaking Bad season 2. I was one of Jesse's dealers, and me and Badger had to go steal a walker in order to sell our meth faster. It was some kind of big work vehicle that could fly and climb buildings, so after we figured it out we were zooming around the city and dishing out product. We got into a chase with future cops, but we gave them the slip and hid on the roof of a building. I woke up soon after. Overall a solid 8/10 dream, a simple premise with great execution for an overall enjoyable experience.

I was in Israel.

In the land of satan's beast.
On a study trip towards the east.

There were autists and weird people all around.
People with guns who had no right to bear arms.

These bastards tried to shoot me when they saw I was a goy.
But I am living still.

I got a gun and defended my family from mobs of nigs

I was on some kind of journey with a loli when we got to my in-dream old home, a bakery/church run by an insane old man. I told the loli my sob stories of living here in my youth and told her to watch her back. Unfortunately she didn't, and literally as soon as she decided to take a nap, the old man priest/baker rolled up and started trying to rape her. I defended my charge, eventually tackling the loli and triggering an altar trap that shot the old man full of arrows. Because I unleashed the trap, though, we could weren't allowed to re-enter the building for at least a year and a half, because demons were going to come in, squat and fight each other for a while.I packed quickly and we both made our escape safely. There were already some signs of the demoning to come--while packing clothes, some of my shirts had large holes in them that I could only describe as horn-like. I woke up shortly after. Overall a pretty fun dream, a little tense/scary but I won in the end, 7/10.

I was getting 15/10 blowjobs from Zendaya and some hot businesswoman on the beach. Some dreams hurt a little to wake up from

Had a terrifying dream where I was scared of everybody I came across because they were all aggressive or trying to scam me or something. Couldn't even go into my backyard without someone noticing me and trying to cause trouble. It was set in a version of my old neighborhood that has been in my dreams before. I also had a dozen copies of my dog.

TLDR: Dreamed about playing a video game where you had to unlock various rooms by solving puzzles. Sorry for this fucktarded wall of text.

I dreamed playing some video game with very minimalist graphics. It was two-dimensional, view top-down view. The world was separated into tiles; each tile was white, but some were lime and cyan.

I'm not sure what the goal was, but you had to go into various rooms by solving puzzles, so maybe the goal was to escape the building that you were in. To solve puzzles, you had to use commands, like the ones that fat Linux nerds type into their terminals.

You could ask other players to do something for you by adding "@nasca" to your command. As the game's wiki explained to me, "nasca" means "please" in Japanese.

I also remember that there was a lot of commands that started in "multi". The first two commands were "multiboot" and "multibootstrap" (I don't know what they do though). (By the way, Multiboot is a specification that has something to do with OS bootloaders or some shit like that.)

I remember that one of the puzzles was decrypting some text, or something like that. When I solved it and told another player what the answer was, she smirked at me and told "no thanks" (whore).

Then I looked out of my window IRL and saw some guy asking others to "@please" help him deliver his pets home. (Yes, apparently there were two ways to say please: "@please" and "@nasca".)

After this I opened the Russian Orthodox Church's Twitter and it told me that they have no animals, but they have forty one volunteers one of which is Kremlin.

>>277
Also i dreamed that I was trying to eat a butterbrot but then I saw a bug on my wall, and when I tried to squish him, he flew away. Then I danced with some girl.

I was one of Tuco's lackeys in a city much like my own. Untouched be me and the other characters was also an EDF-themed subplot about moon ants preparing to invade the planet, but that was the last of my concerns. Heisenberg's crew was also in this dream city, and as I rolled around town my homies kept getting murdered in drivebys, either by the rival gang or by Tuco himself. This came to a head when one of my own guys was accused of a poisoning attempt at an airport and dragged off. Before I left the real poisoner appeared, some guy in Hesenberg's entourage, and he was about to shoot me with a blowdart. By this point I was fed up with the game and wanted out, so I offered to poison Tuco myself. The man gave me the dart and disappeared. While I was exiting the place a side character that I realized was an undercover cop said hi to me, and I subtly scratched his leg with the poison dart. The rest of the dream was me on the run, figuratively and literally, as the city started falling apart and the big alien thing started creeping closer to earth. Other highlights included some weird hobo bloodspoort going on in the back of a huge moving truck, and running past some trained monkeys who were jogging in the park with t-shirts on. Overall I have to say it was a 9/10, it was very stressful while I was in it but there was just so much character and worldbuilding put into the experience that I still had a good time.

A very beautiful girl was in the dream's version of my house. She was super into me and the situation kept getting lewder, but I was constantly sidetracked by food, specifically McDonalds. First the distraction was because I was so hungry that we ordered McDonalds, but later on I just kept finding more of it sitting around or stored in the fridge. I didn't manage to stick my dick in before I woke up because I was busy getting to the bottom of the mystery. There was also at least one sack of blue meth sitting around as a prop in the background during the experience.

Brad McGuire saw me masturbating in the street and took me to the hotel. when he was about to fuck me i woke up

Dreamt I, that I was in an Amerinyan space centre either in the Floridas or the Texas, and that it was combined with a superbowl and baseball courtyard and a giant space satellite dish and shuttle launch ramp. The alarm went on because someone had snuck into a crew elevator that went to the top of the shuttle launcher, and we all had to evacuate as the security had to suss them out. After that had settled went I into the elevator lobby on the floor of the ground only to find nothing, so I uptook the elevator and on the toppest floor was a lot lewd candy. It was a bag of artificial peach-tasting butt-shaped anime girl candy, and some licorice in a box. I started eating them and lost connection with the gravity and became superman and could now fly over the whole complex to see how large it really was. As I downflew to the ground up I woke.

I went onto some kind of TV show wearing my lucky pink dress shirt. One of the hosts was also wearing a pink shirt, which was odd but I thought nothing of it. When me and my friends exited the station, we were in a dream version of my city's shitty downtown area, and I kept walking past people wearing pink shirts. They were pretty rough-looking guys, but they all smiled and nodded to me when I passed. Eventually I realized that I was wearing the precise shade of pink that represented this part of the neighborhood's gang, and that they all thought I was on the level. I used my newfound immunity to chat with some gangsters and get some local insight on where to go. Eventually I got in a car and was trying to drive home, but there was a large protest starting on the main street and I got caught in the middle of it. I was slowly weaving between people in my car when I woke up.

I and my friend stole a lot of mayonnaise from somebody's fridge. Then we had to fight some monster but I got scared and jumped out of a window. After some time I met someone wearing a panda costume.

I dreamed about cooking chankonabe. I didn't use my normal meatball recipes. I added minced garlic, hon mirin, and sake to the pork meatballs and added minced onion, minced watercress, and sesame oil to the chicken meatballs. I also added kimchi to the pot right as it was nearing completion and didn't add firm tofu or carrot. I took one bite and although I don't remember what it tasted like I am certain that it was absolutely amazing.

Probably going to use this recipe this week.

Dreamt I, that I was in a Turkish soap opera of sorts set in the 80's yet with current Erdogan-politics of using the riot police to hunt down people who opposed the regime.

I was a visitor from Norwy who went to a larger Turkish coastal city to stay with a family of four. They were a mother and a father and a younger brother and an elder sister. The father and son both had handlebar mustaches and were stereotypically burly. The mother was slim and had long hair, but the daughter was rather sexually attractive yet she also had burly arms.

It was clear from the start that the family wanted their daughter to marry me so upon arrival they cleared the flat and had only their daughter await me whence I came. The flat was two floors tall and she had just came home from work and was going to change into something more comfortable. She changed from her standard office clothing to a pyjamas, but on the way up to where I was sleeping, she dropped the pyjama pants and revealed sexy underwear with a French opening. She squatted down in the corner of the room next to the window where the bed I was lying on was. I stared directly at her pussy and her burly arms, but as I did so, she disappeared and the double doors to the living room opened and the whole rest of the family came to greet me. They had all dressed up real nice in suits and ties and the wimminz wore beautiful dresses. I got worried this meant I was set up to marry her now that I had taken a look at her vagina. I think then I wanted to go to the toilet or the room across the room, and as I went in there, the daughter was sitting there in her pyjama clothing, and up I woke.

The dream continued when I asleepfell again, and this time I was living with them in he house. I had a job as a building inspector or something, helping out the father and son check stairwells and such of neighbouring apartment complexen. It was nice and warm and sunny and everything felt extremely 80's judging from the cars, the fashion, the colours, and so forth. I went a few rounds around the area taking notes or something of the structures conditions, and then made'd my way back home. As I did so it gradually became time for a holiday so they invited me over to a holiday resort usually for tourists but they had got a place there as well, and up I woke again.

The last time I asleepfell'd, we were at the holiday resort. It was rather lowpoly and foggy and reminded me of Mario 64. The interiors of the resorts were more realistic looking but the outside was really Nintendo 64-like. We were supposed to go by the boat to somewhere but there was too much fog(?) and we ended up trying the video poker machines inside the resort instead. The turkish men had white suits and colourful ties. I wondered where the daughter went and started looking for her, but when I couldn't find her I upwoke again.

Dreamt that I was trying to wash my teeth and there was a lot of brownish blood.

I don't remember everything, but there was a lot of traveling involved. I parked in a very janky parking garage where you had to go through these super high-up crawlspaces in order to get out. When I hit the streets, I got my bike and started riding around. I remember some close calls with cars, as dream drivers (myself included) are notoriously shit. Eventually, I made it to the largest Wendy's I had ever seen, and I wanted to go in to get food but I had to find somewhere to park my bike where it wouldn't get rained on. I was in the process of doing that when I woke up. When I realized I had basically just dreamt about my shitty, rainy daily bike commute I was a little miffed.

I dreamed that I was watching TV and there was a channel called "Internet Archive". They were showing some movie about dinosaurs or something like that.

I dreamt I found a very large beetle under a pile of wood scraps. I think it was a Hercules beetle, but it might have been a dream chimera. I didn't catch it, but I excitedly admired its impressive size. For a brief moment, I knew the joy of being a Japanese schoolboy.

I dreamed I saw a GIF of Spongebob without legs and with crudely drawn, stick-like arms eating spaghetti. The GIF was captioned "oh they didnt contangle then id like conlang" or something like that.

Dreamed that my neighbor was fighting some gypsies and he asked me to stand at his door so that they couldn't get into his house.

I dreamt I was the antichrist again. Except this time I lived a normal life with my boyfriend, who was the person in charge of fighting Satan whenever he came to cause trouble in the mortal realm. From our bedroom window I watched him fend off Lucifer, who took the form of a hurricane made of purplish black sludge. After he returned victorious we had a mundane conversation the details of which I can't recall, then he made a surprise announcement that we were to move to New Zealand. I got very excited, as I wanted to make friends with all the cute indigenous animals, which in this world hadn't been devastated by humans or introduced competitors. So we went to line up for the seaplane that would take us there, which was was similar to a Dornier Do X but with wingtip pontoons and a more conventionally airplane-shaped hull. The portable staircase to board it was extremely oversized, and another passenger lined up behind us was rocking it back and forth. I quickly grew tired of his antics, so I grabbed him by the ankle and threw him into the ocean.

I wish this one had been longer, I was looking forward to seeing the kakapo.

I dreamt that I was back at my highschool at night. The lamps were on, but it was empty, except for a silhouette in the distance, which was rapidly growing, until I could finally discern it as a gorilla perusing me at a disconcerting pace. Naturally, I ran, but the gorilla was faster. He tackled me, lifted me up above his head, and slammed me to the ground. I woke abruptly.

Something super vague that called for celebration had happened, and my family was congratulating me in a parking lot. I said I'd meet them at home and climbed into a random car that I've never seen before. After a brief spat of driving, I was at "my" home again. Inside were a couple of people that dream logic said were my friends, playing some nondescript PS1 game on an accurate dream recreation of my CRT. I still had some time before my family got there, so I walked around some more, eventually meeting another dream-friend in my bedroom. He congratulated me on whatever it was that I was getting congratulated on, and we talked for a bit. After a brief pause in the conversation, he said "you know what, fuck it," and kissed me full on the mouth. I was very confused but thought that it would be a good, inconsequential way to explore my sexuality, so I told him we could keep going for a second. After smooching dream-man-face for a few minutes, I told him that I appreciated the effort but that it wasn't quite for me. I don't remember his response, as I woke up shortly after. Not sure why my subconscious thought I needed some yaoi action last night, but whatever.

Dreamtened I that I was in a weird but open house in a sunny area outside town. Inside the house was also a woman who appeared in one of the FBI Files episodes. I got close to her and started undressing her. She looked at me like she really didn't know what was going on, as if I was a total stranger to her. Her eyes and face was completely filled with confusion as I started touching her. It was like I was entering her dream and she was just there to give in to my demands. I told her to suck my dick and she sarcastically commented "suck your dick?" as I sat down on the side of the bed. She got down on her knees and stated that my dick looked dirty and nasty, yet she still started to slowly suck on the head. Judging from the lack of flared nostrils and willingness to go on she must have either secretly enjoyed it or the hypnosis or whatever FBI-tactic was taking her over. She continued to suck my dick and I noticed how nice and pink it was. Nothing nasty or dirty about it. I looked at the sun outside shining in through the windows. The windows were open and a bit of wind caught the drapes and sent them gently around. Then up I woked I.

I'm not even sure what your point is. Yeah I'd rather sleep with a dakimakura of my waifu Renge-chan than with some random 3D slut but that doesn't mean I'm desperate, it's the opposite, it implies that I have standards.

>>297
sorry I am retarded

A local drum shop had been corrupted and taken over by some kind of weird religious cult that also knew witchcraft. Concerned, me and a friend infiltrated their weekly brunch to see what was going on. It was fucked, the leaderwas emotionally abusing a bunch of kids and young adults, including a girl I knew years ago that I used to like. Me and my buddy exited the store at our first opportunity, a move that was actually very stressful and difficult. We were found out as we tried to leave, and we had to dodge the leaders' magic until we had fled out the door. We taunted them from outside, threatened revenge, and went back across the street to regroup. Along the way we met another hometown friend, but that's not as important. From here things diverted a bit, and I remember a whole riot arc where we organized and carried out a rebellion in the streets, but eventually we regrouped again and set our sights on the drum shop again. Dream logic said that the only way to win was with our own magic, and we both unsheathed ride cymbals that would serve as both our shields and the mediums for our own magic. The two of us stormed the store, and after an extremely intense magic fight we were able to defeat or kill all of the cult's leadership, save for the head witch herself. I talked a lot of shit and eventually demanded that we get to take whatever we want from the store in exchange for her life. She agreed, retreating to her chambers, and all of the cult youths celebrated. Ransacking the store I found a set of gorgeous vintage snares with leather cases, perfect cymbals, a shitton of auxilliary instruments. The remaining cult members had mixed feelings about our rampage. Most were happy, but the girl from my past was being a btich about it and complained about how I was ruining the witch's income. I also caught the attention of a very cute asian cult girl who approved of the destruction, and wanted me to take her with me.After a brief game of catch, my friend and I retreated with both the asian girl and our treasures. Writing this all down now it sounds absurd, but during the dream the dream logic was infallible--it felt so real that when I woke up I looked for my new instruments for about 30 minutes, and was sorely disappointed soon after. Overall verdict: 10/10, super immersive, exciting plot with some great action scenes and a satisfying conclusion.

I had a dream that a rather notable member of the VIPPER community who many of you should know was staying over at my house with me and my mother. It was a great time, he really helped around the house. Then, one day I see him take out a photo of a kid. He starts telling me how this is his kid with a woman who he hasn't seen in years. He says that he lost contact with his family ages ago. I recognize the photo as one of my childhood photos, and the woman's name as my mother. This VIPPER is my father, and by pure coincidence, without even realizing it, he has returned to us. I take him downstairs and show him one of my childhood photos pinned to the fridge. It matches his photo. He recognizes me as his son and is welcomed back into the family. The reunion is tearful. Then my VIPPER dad teaches me to weightlift and I get giant muscles.

I dreamed about my computer being hacked twice by a forty/fiftysomething year old woman working as a cashier in a local store in some Shitholeville, who, as it turns out, is actually an ebic hacker

After playing in some kind of concert, I had time to kill so I left the big hall that it had taken place in and started exploring the surrounding town. I was really lost for a while, and frequently made stops by different people's houses. I accidentally parked in the driveway of a heroin den that was also celebrating a child's birthday party, and while I was sitting and trying to call a friend on the phone, the head heroin addict entered my vehicle, told me I couldn't park there and drove my car further down the road. It was a pretty cordial exchange, and he left to return to the birthday party without issue. Later, I found a rolling crate sitting in the local high school that I thought would be perfect for my gear, so I stole it. After sneaking by some painters I returned to the hall with it to play another concert. After a brief timeskip I was leaving with the crate in tow when a random police officer accosted me. At first I thought I would walk by no problem, but then he came after me saying "let me see your phone" in a very threatening way. I smirked, realizing this was a dream, and just voluntarily woke up instead of dealing with that bullshit.

After a water break I fell asleep again and dreamt that I was in a huge city with a giant skyscraper in front of me. It was also some kind of RPG, and sometimes after interactions I would see a pokemon-style overlay in my third eye. The goal for this dream wasn't as clear, but I knew I had to get to the top of the building. Lots of exploration took place in the building. I got into some fistfights, viewed an art exhibit on one of the middle floors, had a rap battle with some chefs in a cafeteria area, and eventually reached the top where I confronted a bald man in a business suit. I don't recall the conclusion, but I remember a title scroll and a little "where are they now" segment featuring some of the people I met along the way. Overall 9/10 rating for the two dreams put together, they weren't super grandiose but the cohesion in each of their worlds and the amount of room for exploration was excellent

I was on a military base with my father doing a grocery run. It was COVID conditions but slightly more exaggerated--less people around, more vetting and procedure, etc etc. I remember scoping some cute girls playing an arcade game at the door before going through the store proper. Soon after, we went to the base's thrift store and I saw an old helmet that I wanted. I begged my father to let me take it, and wrote out explanations of why I could use one on a piece of paper. Then out of nowhere, a man in a suit walked up and stole my notebook. "You're going back to jail for this one," he said before walking toward the store clerk.

Apparently I had written out my whole explanation as if I was arguing on the internet, complete with some very unsavory words. The store clerk stood up and started screaming at me about it, threatening to take me in to be arrested, it was a lot and very stressful at the time. The most famous line from his diatribe was when he dramatically pointed at my chest and said, "YOU ARE NOW BANNED FROM SAYING THE N WORD!!!!"

I was distraught and started begging for forgiveness, and for a reinstatement of my license to say the holy word. As a show of good faith I started cleaning up the store. The part of the store that I was in suddenly had a creek running through it and a lot of vegetation, and the Femboy Fishing host was there feeding small fish, so I gave them a hand with that too. Eventually the lawyer man gave me back my notebook and revealed that he and the clerk had just been doing a good cop bad cop routine, and that I wasn't in any legal trouble. Angered, I threw some boxes at the wall and ran out of the store.

At some point the scene transitioned to some cross between a music school, a therapist's office and a wizard's mansion. There were a lot of magical elements as I tried to get to the office where dream logic said I had an appointment to attend. When I got there, someone else was inside, playing the trumpet. I sat at the piano outside of the room and we had a fun bonding experience, since I knew the song he was playing quite well. The good times didn't last though, because some apocalypse-level creatures apparently appeared around the globe. One was nearby, and me and a few others from the school(?) ran out to see what we could do about it.

The military was deployed and in the middle of a plan to kill the creature, a huge dog-thing that I think was a mutated form of the lawyer character from earlier. They had gunners on hills surrounding it, and 30 of those excavator vehicle things that you see at construction sites, geared for close combat. The TF2 cast were also among the soldiers present. When I arrived with my new dream-friends, the creature got active, and the army's plan started. I had no weapon or vehicle besides my trusty bike, and me and a friend ran distraction routes around the monster as the soldiers closed the distance. It was a balanced fight and we made some real progress in hurting it, but eventually things were looking bad and the army unit's leader decided that it would be smarter to run and regroup.. There was an especially tense moment of me and the TF2 scout trying to run from the creature while carrying our bikes, but we made it to safety. When everyone rallied successfully we were beginning to discuss the next part of the plan, but then I woke up. Overall verdict: 8/10, I wish I could have seen the monster defense storyline through to its conclusion but the journey up to then was quite varied. Dream logic was especially strong here, I thought I was really in danger until I woke up.

I was on a textboard, sitting in a VIP quality thread where we all pretended to be old men on a hobby forum. I believe the topic of discussion was photography. Everyone was doing well, there were accuratw imitations of the different old forum man archetypes and -isms, and we all picked fitting names and signatures. I think JESUS CRISTOPHER sent me a sign, and now the thread must be created.

I was in a really shitty horror movie. I was a girl in some kind of christian art college, and there was a big gathering in this huge old-timey campus where most of the music took place. There was a pretty large cast and I didn't really know it was even spooky at first, we were all just faffing around doing jesus things. Several of the girls stripped down to bikinis and got into this public bath in the middle of the lobby, maybe it was holy water or something.

Someone awakened a demon though, of course, and I guess its goal was to kill everyone and lay eggs in all the women, trying to find the "true bride" that would bear the antichrist or some shit. The initial incident was scary at first, but when demons started raping all the women in the lobby with penises and tentacles it was honestly rather lewd, and I watched for a while. The main demon was talking dirty and making lofty demon threats as he fucked them to death, and eventually he made it to me and grabbed my neck. A man revealed himself to be literally Jesus though, and he flew through my body right before it was my time to get some demon dick. He said "you've been sainted now--you're Joan!" and he grabbed my hand to lead me to where some survivors were hiding in the basement.

There was some great use of lighting, and when we entered the room with the survivors it was clear that this was another "chill" section of the horror movie. Very bright, everyone was dancing and shit, even though the hallway was dark and spooky. I was still rather hot and bothered by the extensive demon sex and dirty talk sequence, and I looked to make sure there were more potential female victims in the room. Before the next big spook could happen, though, I woke up with a sizeable morning's wood.

giving a shit what women think

I will keep posting this until the end of time. I wish it was against the rules to post anything that suggests you care about the opinions of holes

>>306
Wrong thread?

>>307
Absolutely. I thought I posted this to the cringe collection and was getting very frustrated when I couldn't find it. Teach me not to scroll down looking for the walls of text I use as my private kopipe repository.

I was driving to visit some old homies. When I got to their little suburb, they didn't come to he door right away, so I was hanging out in their backyard. It felt like a summer night, and it was quite comfy. Eventually though, I started seeing people peeking out at me from the adjacent house, who they shared a backyard with. Thinking I might have gotten the wrong house or something, I moved in to investigate. First I just opened their back door, but a security thing went off and I realized I looked a little criminal, so I closed it again and started knocking. The house's inhabitants were quite cordial, I talked about music with this jolly old man and he gave me a beer when I went to leave. Upon exiting, my homies appeared in their part of the yard, and we had a decent dream reunion before I woke up again.

My first dream was an extension of a recurring theme that I've experienced on and off for years. The general premise is that circumstances lead me to a movie theater that is surprisingly concrete and stable by dream logic standards, and the rest of the dream plays out as a comfortable open world experience where I explore the theater, talk to acquaintances and watch long stretches of movies that don't exist. The catalyst this time was that some large performance was happening in the theater parking lot, and some of my friends were going to be there. I decided to fast travel over there and have some fun. It was amusing to see pandemic conditions carrying over into this dreamscape--I still brought a mask with me, and the theater was apparently operating with reduced personnel/patron numbers.

After a brief period where I woke up, I was isekai'd into a strange pocket dimension where the only inhabitants were myself and an incredibly horny futa. The scenery looked like an abandoned gas station. In this new world I was also a mere shota, but my dick stayed rather large. The futa was quick to take advantage of me, ignoring my requests for exposition and just using my penis. When she was satisfied however, she explained that there was some kind of giant evil here that she was trying to live long enough to kill. She gave me a gun with special red bullets, and just in time too, because the big bad appeared in the distance.

It was like a giant black dragon that subsisted by feeding on/absorbing other people who fell into the dimension. It as busy with other prey, so we had time to escape. The futa led me to a nearby parking lot, and we stole an abandoned car. Originally the plan was to drive away to safety, but the car couldn't clip up a rather steep wall so we had to get out. I climbed the wall and pulled the futa up after me, and the two of us tried to hide there. Eventually it came too close, and our choices were fight or flight. We popped up, started blasting and eventually made our retreat.

Suddenly we were in the back of a library. The creature followee us to this new scene, and a tough stealth section ensued where we were sneaking between shelves while it hunted and taunted us. Eventually we made it up to the lobby, where a number of other people were reading and relaxing. I remember smelling popcorn cooking, perhaps a reference to the movie theater dream. The creature didn't follow us either, and looking back I wonder if the pocorn smell was to represent that we'd reached another safe, open world section of my dreams.

On my way into waking I had one more dream, I was walking to work in the snow when a familiar-looking woman passed by. She stopped me and said "hey, didn't we just do all that crazy stuff together?" To which I replied "Oh shit, futa girl?" She thanked me for helping her out, fondled my crotch and told me to come back anytime. Overall rating is a solid 10/10, the strength of the narrative arc throughout the night's separate dreams was great to watch unfold, and the level of interactivity was super strong. Looking forward to my subconscious's next work.

I remember Raoh on the ground getting stabbed in the armpit with a sword, then he healed it with some bullshit solar energy shit.

I dreamed that I woke up and was sitting in darkness and eating my breakfast. Suddenly, my TV turned on by itself and started broadcasting loud white noise. I got scared and actually woke up.

I was biking around in warm weather, it was fun. The sun was out so the guns were out, but then one of my friends roasted my lack of muscle. Confused, I checked a mirror and saw that I was in my body from 4 or 5 years ago. I kept biking, but I was notably less content until I woke up.

I dream'edt that I was having Valentine's sex with one of my exes. I think in the canon of the dream, we were still dating. I'll take it, dream fuckening is better than no fuckening at all.

I was like 15 or 16 again, and thrown into some kind of juvwnile jail. What followed was a long odyssey of jail politics and intrigue. I befriended a couple kids, including a redheaded boy who said he was the MAD kid before he got arrested. We learned the layout of the prison, scouted the guards and fought rival kids. Eventually we found a deposit of some kind of dirt that was highly explosive, and over the course of a montage we started stockpiling dirtball grenades to use in our ultimate attack/prison break. Some stupid kids in another cell block talked too much though, and some jail cops were waiting outside of my cell when I walked for it. I was hiding in the prison library and thinking about how to warn my allies when I awoke.

I dreamt I was in a narrow walk-in closet with two women, one of whom was a thicc milf porn actress who was either sleeping or hugely stoned but laying on her back legs spread nonetheless, and the other was some a slim and attractive thirty-something asian of some indeterminate westernized sub-ethnicity. While I was busy trying to stick my dick in the former, which was difficult because her vadge wasn't wet at all, the latter whispered in my ear "once you're done masturbating, come find me".

I don't remember the whole thing, but I'm pretty sure I fucked a furry. Like a dog-woman, not someone in a murrsuit. I woke up feeling very disoriented.

Me and a friend were marines tasked with clearing ordinance. My city was the battlefield, and we ended up going into my apartment. Things were going fine until we saw something in the kitchen that made us stop in our tracks. "Holy shit, it's the nazi bomb," my friend said. He proceeded to give exposition about a legendary unexploded nuke that nazi germany produced and dropped back in WWII. It was never foumd at the drop site, apparently, and apparently different militants/terrorists had been fighting over it and passing it around ever since. Of course, my subconscious had planned out the perfect punchline to this story, and the bomb started ticking randomly.

We freaked out. After quickly reporting it, we started running around wondering what to do. I started throwing everything out of my minifridge, realized we wouldn't both fit and started going for my bigger one. After realizing that the fridge wouldn't save us this close to the blast, we started frantically dragging the empty fridge toward the elevators. I woke up feeling much of the stress and dread that had been present in the dream.

Dreamt that someone replied to my shitpost with an absolutely brutal zinger, something like "this posts just radiates virgin energy" but far more elegantly expressed.

>>319
Forsooth, your words simply radiate with a virginal aura.

In my first dream, I was a ridealong as an old buddy flew a bomber and dropped a nuke on some unsuspecting land. It was all very lighthearted, and we treated the aftershocks like a fun rollercoaster.

Later, in a different dream, I was at some kind of rehearsal at night. It went terribly because the music was written like dogshit. A professor accosted me and my companions and berated us about how bad we were for a long time. I was feeling pretty pissy, and I tuned out a lot of his diatribe. I remember a large part of his speech being about how we couldn't go around the city alone or even in small groups, or we'd literally die. I wanted to ask him what people who didn't live on their tiny campus were supposed to do, or if they were already apparently dead, but I held my tongue. Eventually he fucked off, and we decided to go get food. When I entered a nearby building, though, the color palette shifted to orange and red.

I think some sort of apocalypse occurred when we weren't looking. Maybe the nuke from the previous dream had caught up to me. People were running around trying to call family and generally looking aimles. I lost track of my comrades, and started looking around for a means of transportation to get back to them. Stepping outside again I was met with a Blade Runner-esque view that I somehow still recognized as the street by my apartment building. My bike wasn't nearby and everyone else was still freaking out, so I stole someone else's and mounted it. Much to my dismay, I heard a nearby food vendor say some stupid "sus" reference to a customer in conversation. "I thought he said I was 'sus,'" he said, "but I told him I had no vents. But he just wanted *sauce* !" I pulled out my phone and was about to see where the homies had decided to eat when I woke up.

Tyler the Creator was giving me a tour of a new studio that he was in the process of refurbishing. As he showed me the rooms, he gave me random anecdotes about his process for bandleading. Whatever he said sounded pretty wise, but all I distinctly remember now is him saying "If anybody wants to play a new song and we haven't rehearsed the bridge, I tell them to buy me 6 packs of beer first." Not as profound or useful as his other remarks, but it's something.

1. I listened to a song by C418; the beginning of the song was the phrase "crush the hamster" pronounced in a distorted voice. Apparently all the songs in the album had covers; I don't know what was the cover of the song I listened to, but I remember it consisted mostly of blue and pink colors; and the cover of the song immediately after it consisted of dark green colors.

2. This site got hacked by somebody named "MYOPAN" or "MYUPAN" or something; he started posting some schizo shit and made it so that after the third thread on the main page there was a huge green link entitled "Wiki" that didn't actually lead anywhere.

I dreamed about posting my dreams here.

Had a dream that I was in some kind of "Asian" themed gym, lots of bamboo, Pacific island-type heat, a smattering of tough motherfuckers working out in between armies of tourists. I spent half the dream looking for the squat racks, and the other half talking to old friends.

Shortly after, I had a dream where me and a friend uncovered some sort of ancient tomb or ruin underneath a building. Given my predisposition to combo chaining dreams, I wouldn't be surprised if the building was the gym from the previous dream. We spent a lot of time doing prep work aboveground, and I don't remember everything about our plans. One frequent conversation point was the day that we should use to go in--we were checking forecasts and trying to find whatever day would be the least cold. We were making our first foray over there when I awoke.

Had a dream of walking from somewhere (in Tokyo?) to Shin-Osaka, on the biking path built to specifically connect those two places (implied to be a former rail line), together with a Japanese twink. We reached one section where a small construction site blocked the path, and while trying to sneak through it we encountered a construction worker who seemed more interested in chatting to us than kicking us out. His supervisor was yelling something at him, and he told us to disappear quickly lest we get caught.
Then the camera panned away to a completely different (single tracked, but electrified) line and a voiceover started talking about how investing into rail infrastructure affected women's liberation...

There was a lot of violence and combat. I was leading a small group in the middle of a war in what could best be described as a mix between Halo and Mount and Blade. It was one of those dreams where I could simultaneously feel myself putting in game inputs on a keyboard/mouse while also feeling what my character felt. It was rather stressful, culminating in a succeesfully siege defense against our alien(?) enemies. Later, I think in the same compound that I'd defended, I ended up heading to the roof of a building to scout. Standing on the roof was precarious but the view was great, and I used a pair of binoculars to admire the sights. Eventually I felt too vulnerable though, and retreated for safety. The roof felt like it was spinning when I crawled back to the hatch that I'd climbed out of.

There was a quick interlude where I purchased ingredients and called my friends in a walmart, but the dream was hijacked by a rather stressful conversation with dream parents.

Later, I was baking bell peppers and some kind of casserole in an oven in some warehouse. It was difficult though, because at the same time a few friends and I had a stealth mission going on. Apparently some crazy motherfucker was lurking in the building and we had to beat him, MGS style. Thinking about it, he was kind of like a dollar store Psycho Mantis. We managed to resolve the conflict peacefully, talking out his problems and telling him that he could be whoever he wanted to be in life. He came out of the vents that he'd been hiding/shooting from looking very happy. We finished the baking, took some pictures with our new friend, then left for our next adventure/mission. I think there was an overworld similar to Mount and Blade's, but we weren't on it long before I awoke. Overall verdict: 9/10, varied settings with great execution throughout. The happy ending for the last mission was a fun little subversion of expectations, too.

I dreamed that myself and my father, who was somehow alive again, were building a nuclear fuel rod out of plutonium chips and a cylindrical case of some kind. Then we had dinner, and the delay therefore introduced made me late from bringing the long-abandoned and crumbling reactor on-line, so the fuel rod we'd constructed and left on the balcony was slowly but surely going critical on its own. I grabbed a shovel to perhaps go remove it to somewhere safer, but found even its surroundings very very hot and had to retreat; in the mirror I saw myself letting off smoke as though I were smouldering from the fission heat.

Later on I wondered what to do with a spoilt fuel rod; surely I couldn't just chuck it in the woods because animals would be attracted to its warmth only to be killed by its gamma radiation, leaving a circle of wild animal carcasses with a radius equal to the comfort distance.

Dreamt I that I was walking around towne and went to the local nerd store to look at the comics. A girl in the store was totally into me and wanted to show me the "funny" books about marriage and having children. I was really weirded out that someone this attractive would be into me, but we talked, laughed, and had a good time joking about things. Then I woke up.

I fucking hate my life.

Another gym yume. This time I was in my usual gym, trying to OHP with what seemed like a broken barbell or two strangely-shaped dumbbells. I put what I thought was the right weight on, tried to lift it once and suddenly fell on my back. My gym buddy asked "bro are you good?" To which I replied, "yeah I got it." But then even standing up with the weights was a strange challenge. After several more attempts at lifting the weight and folding on it, I checked both sides to find that one had significantly more weight on than the other. By dream logic, this was the reason for me falling backwards(??) instead of not just being able to lift it up. We were preparing for a correctly-weighted set when I woke up.

Had a dream where I met my hard-nippled friend of yore again. We caught up, talked about our current situations, and went to get dinner together. Our talks were scarily accurate, and left me missing her a little when I awoke--whatever part of my brain is dedicated to simulating dream people does a great job of predicting what certain people would say/do in different contexts. It was like hanging out with the real deal again.

I forget if my old girl friend was still present for this next part, but I went on a hike in a cross between a German farmland and an American national park. I had my bike with me, and I was trying to find the best paths to ride on. The route I took got pretty dangerous though, and there was an enormous chasm off to the side of the narrow path, so I got off of my bike and started walking back the way I came. The pit off to the side of the path felt poignant at the time, but I don't remember why.

Had another dream about band. I was rehearsing at the local music school when the director looked at his phone, stopped everything an d shrugged. "Welp, the school just shut down," he said. We were all very pissed, as our current VIP19 cases still sat at 0. The rest of that part of the dream was just me and my companions complaining to each other, and eventually going to play more music at the dreeam version of my apartment. The subject was a bummer, but the music-making in the dream was surprisingly realistic, and fun to experience.

Later I dreamt that I had to sit my bike against a street pole, unlocked. I didn't even make it a few feet away before some junkies materialized and started messing with it. I approached with my bike lock in hand, ready to fight. "Hey, that's my bike," I said in an aggressive tone. One of them pulled a pistol though, and after judging the current distance I decided to surrender. I managed to use good CHA rolls to talk him down from shooting me, and eventually he broke and told me that he was in crippling debt to this mob boss who was nicknamed "Eggs" because of a legendary heist he made. Apparently the story went that a farmer wasn't paying his debt, so this guy Big John (soon to be known as Eggs) fucking stole 17 silos' worth of the man's eggs, crippling his business and eventually killing him from starvation. My first response was that none of this was me or my bike's issue, but the man still had a gun so I feigned concern. After some more talk, I convinced him that I'd buy him a new bike that would fetch more money than mine if fenced. He decided to go along with this plan. At some point, the bike shop that we went to turned into a drum shop, and we were digging through cymbals when I awoke. I realized while writing this out that the "Eggs" subplot may be a reference by my subconscious to just how many eggs we've been eating lately.

The I dreamedened that I was hiking in an unspecified Yuropeen country that looked very much like the place I grew up except it was next to a nice sandy beach and was much warmer. Therein was this very cute French (or Central Yuropeen) girl who was looking for me. She told me she was ready to go for a trip together an hour ago but I told her I hadn't seen her (and I didn't know about her) so I just went on a short climb on the nearby rocky hills.

When we met she wanted to show me something and I needed to go to the toilet, so she led me along a path towards some nearby wooden houses. I gently squished the part of her ass cheek that peeked through underneath her shorts. She didn't mind and kept on walking and talking about the stuff she was going to show me.

Arrived we and there was this closed toilet area. She tore off the sign on toilet, opened the door and led me inside. The whole place was swarming with police and CSI. There were those yellow "police - do not cross" lines everywhere and apparently a series of murders had been happening in there, and she revealed to me she was part of the investigation and she wanted my witness statement. I was shocked because I needed to pee but there were no toilets I could use. Then I panicked and up woke I.

I was walking home at night when I saw a blind girl getting mugged at gunpoint. Through some extreme luck and dream logic bs, I was able to intervene and take down the robber. The blind lady was extremely shaken, so I decided to walk her to her home after the police finally arrived. We were talking in the living room of her apartment when I woke up.

Dreamted I that I was in a college dormitoir in a town that looked like a mix between GTA:SA's Los Santos and Midtown Madness except it was trying to be in Scandinavia. That college dormitoir was a mixed dormitoir for both males and females, but it was mostly females in there. My in-dream girlfriend was studying at the campus there so she lived there and it was my intention to go there so I could put my penis in her.

For some reason my age changed all the time in the dream. When I arrived at the dormitoirs my mother drove me and I was at most 12 years old. Then when I got in I must have been in my 20s. The girls there invited me to shower with them since it was a shared shower. There were lots of fat girls but some were thicc and a few were also sticc. All the fattest girls lined up on one side of the dormitoir's shared showers, and the thicc and sticc ones on the other. Most of them had bald vaginers but one teenage mother had a muff Fuji-equivalent. I started touching all the girls vaginers in the showers while moving through. It felt smooth and was more sexy than I had imagined especially since some of the girls were so fat.

The sticc teenage mother invited me to her room after the shower still in her towel, and I got to put my penis in her ass. Then I got X-ray vision like in the mangos that showed my penis head poking inside her bumhole. I came in big amounts inside, and she told me something like she wanted me to stay but I told her I was too old for her as for some reason I was suddenly over 40 years old.

Drove I over to the nearby news/media complex, now in my 30s, I met with my in-dream girlfriend who was staying there for some reason, and I got a little guided tour of the arears. There was something about people fighting robots in a gameshow that they were setting up, and up I woked.

Had a few dreams last night. I played a gig with friends, ended up at some big church with a very strange sermon going on. My ex gf that sounded like a dog was there, and my dream engine simulated her voice very accurately. We were very familiar and friendly, but I had no lewd thoughts left for her, and I eventually left her to hang out with my companions some more. At some point the scenery transitioned to a huge football game with max capacity seating. Some people still had masks on but the rest didn't. Later still, I think at the same event, I boxed with a few of my friends for some reason. We didn't want to hurt each other so we just tapped lightly, but they were very heated matches. I believe we were going to check in on the game when I awoke.

Last night i dreamed that I was working in a food court... our station sold predominantly sweets but we also had a soda fountain. an african american family was using our soda fountain and they got 3 salmon drinks and one artificial salmon drinks. The mother asked us to put a sign in the cup that says "artificial salmon drink" and so we did but my coworked put it in the wrong cup and then the right cup. and they walked away without noticing this. I realised the woman probably had an allergy to salmon and since the sign post had been in the cup with salmon drink she might have a reaction so i ran around the food court to find them. Once I did I asked her if she had a salmon allergy and she said yes. I told her that her artificial salmon drink had been contaminated with real salmon... but to m y horror she had already drunken it... but she was still alive. thats when I realised that she had faked a salmon allergy to get on disability checks from the government. I walked away and had a donut and custard scroll.

The dreamt I was in a futuristic world based on The Longest Journey/Dreamfall where two more planets in our solar systeme had been terraform'd. It look'd like a Scandinavian tweest on the semi-dystopian dunkledark surveillance society with lots of people living in smaller abodes stacked on top of each others hazardly-hap. Arrived I into one of the homes of one of the more "upperclass" residential areas on the Mars-like planet, near the edge of a huge crater that was now filled with the water. Walked I around town to see the sites and explore a place I had never been before, including the combined elevator/toilet/ferry across the big body of the water. It went up like an elevator at the stop but forward over the water like the hydrofoils would do except it was a big bulky elevator-shaped boat with large windows.

Came I to the conclusion that I needed to discuss with some of the people about the joys of travelling and that I had been all over the planet at home until I settled on a new planet. I had suddenly moved to another planet which I think might be very far from the sun so it was dark and cold and you could see the curvature of the planet in the horizon. It was densely forested but had this patch of white sand near the outside of the city I was in.

I wandered the streets at night in the dark blue and orange lights of the streets and came across two young people, a man and a woman, who dressed like they were 90s hophippers, next to a large stack of containers outside a very mismash Cybervictorian 1 floor tall building. They turned around and awoken I.

I dreamt my cock was rather a lot bigger than it actually is.

>>339 I dreamed about jerking off

Had a dream that I was programming in a bedroom with a cute C programmer girl lying on my bed. Very thin, but moderately soft. I think she was actually supposed to be someone i was talking to online, but by means of dream logic she was at my side. I start feeling her up as she tells me about how she runs an "egirl business" where she acts as a fake gf for lonely men for a small fee. Anyways, she tells me that she, like all good C programmers, sells sexual services by allowing men to cum on her feet for $50. By the time she gets to this point in her speech, we are having sex, and she is begging me to not cum on her feet, or it is like she's giving away her product for free. I say something about open source and cum on her belly instead. She seems to have enjoyed it. Just as i start rubbing her mosquito-bite breasts I wake up.

Me and a friend were in conflict with some sort of unseen enemy, either a gangster or a serial killer or something. We had a skirmish with them in a house but we ran out of ammo and had to flee. There was a brief interlude where we were in an old friend's house and we stole a cake because we were hungry, and then drove to Wendy's for a burger. Later though we were back on the case, and we set up a bit of a trap for this ambiguous foe. We lured him to a specific location, and while he was upstairs in this house we went in, stole a lot of his guns and ammo, smashed some windows on his car and tried to escape. The problem was that a cop car was passing by during the window smashing, so we suddenly had to beat a retreat from the law. My friend didn't see that the cop had seen us at first and we lost some crucial time--by the time we were in our car and pulling out of the driveway, the cop was beginning to turn around. We sped in the opposite direction, but some dumb pedestrian jumped in the road. He clipped through the car like Cyberpunk but by dream logic we knew that we'd hit him and killed him. The police chase was about to begin when I woke up.

Had a lot of dreams and went a lot of places last night, but what I remember the most was the end of the first dream "day" when me and some friends ended up in this enormous parking garage. We parked our car and were just bouling around when we noticed another one of our friends parked in a nearby vehicle, getting his dick sucked and fucking on this stunning Asian lady that's also in our social circle.This evolved into some wild drama because I guess he somehow posted a video of her to Pornhub "on accident." Later I was walking out to my car on the bottom floor when I saw the qt Asian again. We're cordial and I don't think she saw me seeing her fucking, so she smiled and waved at me. I think she was going to have an argument with this guy though, because I saw her walk up to his newly-parked car with a vengeance. I got to my car to find it being scalped by a small gang of crackheads. I got really aggressive with them and they seemed very weak, so I had full intentions of just beating them up and retrieving my goods, but then I woke up.

I went back to bed and had some very horny dreams, some featuring

I almost fell back asleep and my hand still posted that, how VIP. The horny dreams featured the same Asian woman, just to finish that last thought

I dreamed about reading a thread on some textboard with links to cool sites. I feel pretty sad now because the cool sites in my dream are not real, and also because I'm a loser who spends so much time on the Internet that I start having dreams about it.

I was walking around in Harajuku with Kenta Kobayashi, Kenta Kobashi, and Jun Akiyama. We were shopping for clothes because little K said I was not fashionable and I was very frustrated at his lack of self-awareness but kept my mouth shut about it so I didn't ruin the mood. Some emergency sirens started blaring and a voice came over a megaphone saying that people were to evacuate to shelter since the Chinese had launched missiles towards Japan. Big K, little K, and Jun all pull out these devices and pose before transforming into sentai suits. I look down and I have a device in my hand. I pose and the machine activates and suddenly I am a giant. The three others are inside my head and controlling me. I raise my hand and light flashes detonating all the missiles. There is a giant chinese robot and I start attacking it with professional wrestling moves. I pin the chinese robot down and realize it is actually a woman. I start raping her so violently I am knocking buildings over.

I woke up in the middle of ejaculating all over my sheets I washed yesterday.

Dreamed I that I was traveling to Japan by plane with a girl that looked like Haruhara Haruko, but with darker hair and glasses. The plane crashed in the water outside the east coast of the US of A for some reason, and once it surfaced I was invited to join all the most popular guntubers out there on a shooting session. The girl was gone. We ended up shooting up a few cars like a sedan and a van with some riflethings.

I found an old magazine about a futuristic Japan, showing a very Teikokushounen-inspired Hirakata-shi and Kansai Gaidai, and then as I looked at it I was exiting KIX towards Osaka, and the girl was with me again. She was wearing a Lain-kind of bearsuit but she was naked underneath. I started feeling up the bald pussy of hers and once we came to an abandoned mall I unzipped her bearsuit so I could taste her pussy. She just stood there as I licked.

Then for some reason I was back in my childhood home watching FLCL on the CRT. I came in my pants to the voice of Haruko and up I woke.

I dreamt of a The Mandalorian episode where a minor character is a little emperor type, who has two silly CGI manservants that appear to be twins. They introduce themselves as Opop and Plopov, who together are known as Opoop. Later in the episode it turns out that when their owner isn't in dire trouble on a faraway planet, the task they were retained to do is cleaning their master's asshole.

I dreamed I was on a space mission and I found a planet full of pink tranny lizards. I also remember Mario trying to beat me up. He was mad because cacti look different on the Earth than on his planet, and because gravity works different

We were tending to some rich girl's family at their retreat in not-Europe, which was also my home city in the US through dream logic. Part of the job was protectjng her from some next level dream creatures. Some kind of evil bovine busted into the garage and we had to stand our ground agaimst it. Eventually I managed to kill it with a sharpened pair of drumsticks. We chopped it up, stored in a bucket and wemt about our day.

An undisclosed amount of time passed and I was in my apartment. The rich girl and her family were on TV having some sort of big argument, and all the family's kids were crying. I set out to help, but not before seeing aome shit out my window. Some base jumpers had jumped from a neighboring building and were now dangerously stuck on one of my building's telephone lines. I excitedly told my buddy about the situation but he didn't have a chance to see.

We set out for the resort and ran into another old friend who had just returned to the area, in-dream. We all got to the spot to find a much happier scene. A big flock of dogs qas playing in the field and a lot more of the homies were there either working or hanging out. While I was there drinking, I reminded the family's patron about the slain creature frok yesterday(?) And that it would be important to dispose of it soon.it was done successfully, and two dead ducks took the thing'a apot in the bucket. My job done, my friend and I were ready to go. Walking back out to my car, though, I was intercepted by an obaasan who told me that I should keep my beer's tabs and wrappers for luck. I said thank you, and set out.

My buddy and I approached my car but we started hearing some fucked up animals in the distance. I realized soon that extremely large wild cats were lurking under my car. We had to stealth and eventually sprint into thw car and close doors. While we were there, my buddy had the great idea to try and exit the car. I kept yelling at him not to do it because the cats hadn't left yet, but he didn't listen. Almost immediately after he reopened the door, cats started jumping us in the car. I was trying to bail out and telling him to do the same when I woke up. Overall it was a nice dream, I'll excuse the spooky endimg because I know my subconcious was just working to make sure I got up on time for an important event today. I'll keep an eye out to see if any of the batshit that occured dream-side has some bleed over IRL.

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I was at some kind of college event at a school I didn't recognize. My hard-nippled friend of yore was present, and some way or another we ended up in a secluded room getting frisky with each other. Like my other lewd dream featuring her, it really felt like the exact way that it would go down in reality, and it was good. My dream physics have become scarily accurate in simulating good pussy recently, and it's already had a brilliant working model for the infamous hard-nipple hugger, so this experience was very realistic and emotionally rewarding. She finished but I didn't, we bantered a little and went our separate ways to see more event stations. I remember a boxing match, some sort of lecture or rehearsal, and a few other things that happened outdoors. Another very soft girl who I've been seeing more recently was present at a few of these stations too, and flirting with her was an equally realistic and fun experience. Overall verdict of this dream is a strong 9/10, waking up was obviously bittersweet but it was a very fun experience, and it's made me thirstier for the squishes that are coming up soon in my real life.

>>351 Oh fuck I intended to post this in the cringe thread.

I was out on the town buying groceries. I ended up in a supermarket that I've encountered in my dreams a few times. The clerk actually helped me find what I needed for a recipe, then I stepped out into the night. I got all the way home before realizing that I'd accidentally left my stuffed animal in a local cafe. The door was locked for the night so my buddy who I was apparently cooking with convinced me to just come home. Parking at my lot was a whole other issue, as the parking garage was now enormous and had what seemed to be a magic elevator. After multiple strange, huge floors the elevator somehow went up into my apartment building and stopped on my floor. Cooking was fun and realistic, until the event occurred.

When we looked out the windows, something fucking insane was happening in the sky. Some sort of wild celestial event was occurring, the earth looked like it was surrounded by extremely close planets/moons. It was like one of those skies from a sci fi like Star Wars, but cranked to 100 and honestly kind of cluttered. It felt like if I looked for too long I couldn't handle it. There was a stormy pillar of purple/white light and clouds in the middle of it all. It was all so huge, like it covered the entire sky surrounding the city but still sank below the horizon so you could tell that it was all happening far away. Suddenly, we got a really weird feeling in the air and instinctively dropped to the floor for safety. I don't think the mass in space actually did anything, but when we looked uo again some kind of light was traveling up the nebula pillar thing. I got a call asking if I was okay, and I said yeah. My buddy and I agreed that it was the most beautiful but scariest thing we've ever seen. Eventually it ended,and we wanted to go out and retrieve my stuffed animal. Shortly thereafter, we got rolled up on at a red light by a man with a shotgun. I wasn't driving, so I couldn't escape--I realized in that moment that the celestial shit I'd seen was some kind of last minute premonition or some form of closure, and that this was it. I stepped out with my hands up, the guy taunted me and clipped me in the arm. I fell back into the river, tries fo swim, and got attacked by sharks(?) in the water. I was trying to hide under a nearby bridge when the accomplice of the shotgun raider told him my probable plan. I got shot in the head and promptly woke up with a light IRL headache.

This dream was extremely heavy, equal parts soothing and deeply stressful. That celestial scene felt so poignant that I'm actually a little worried that it was my sixth sense "you're dying soon" moment, and I'll be taking it extra careful today. Overall though, that event was so beautiful that regardless of later dream conflict I still have to give this dream a perfect 10.

I dreamt that my father was really into Major Lazer's earlier music from 2008-2012. He was loudly listening to various songs on his living room stereo and airguitaring to it and getting up and down from the couch to make gestures in the air and so on like he was superduper drunk. This was extremely out of character for him.

Me and some guys that dream logic said were my friends were on some kind of college campus, or maybe just a gentrified part of a city. We ended up at a vendor in a food truck who was selling full heroin needles. My dream pals all got one, and I almost picked up one of my own. Before I could purchase one though, guys started sounding stressed out behind me. I turned to see that one of our crew had somehow lit the inside of the syringe, and it was billowing smoke. Dream logic made my immediate reaction be "oh my god, he's smoking the heroin!" This was some sort of taboo, and everyone else started trying to talk him down from it. The rogue heroin smoker looked at us, smirked and said "You wanna see something better?" He proceeded to jam the needle into his heart and empty the whole fiery concoction straight into his chest. There was some strange buisiness with the setting/timeline here, but suddenly me and my dream friends were at the scene of a bad car crash looking for our heroin-heart-smoking buddy. We eventually found his remains in a large medical building. We were still mourning his random heroin catastrophe when I woke up.

I was reading the lewd thread on SAOVQ and someone posted "anal collapse" or "anal prolapse" there.

Had a dream about some guy coming out as a furry at the end of a shitty youtube video. This comes immediately after a friend camw out to me as a furry, so it makes sense...

dreamed I was unbanned from 4-ch
when I woke up it wasn't true

Me and the homies were traversing some kind of spooky town, it had some real STALKER vibes to it. There was a horde of what we assumed to be violent zombies that we narrowly dodged with our beat-up SUV, but after getting out and desperately fighting a straggler to the death in a one-sided brawl we realized that they might have all been sentient, peaceable or both. We didn't have long to think about the moral quandaries though, since we encountered some other humans. One was roided out of his goddamned mind, and within seconds of verbal contact he'd attacked and knocked out prime 80s-era Arnold Schwarzenegger, who was also in my crew this whole time. We were backing away and still trying to negotiate with the pair, and it seemed to be working--the other guy was explaining that his partnrr had only attacked Arnold as some sort of honor thing to test his strength, and we might have even formed some kind of alliance if I hadn't woken up.

I was playing some kind of Star Wars and Gundam-themed strategy game, and ended up inside of it somehow. Me and a female soldier kept getting pushed into dangerous situations, which culminated in us assaulting an underground outpost on some enemy planet's surface. It was some tunnel rat shit and very stressful, and lots of our allies died, but we somehow managed to get through the whole battle. After some cheesy dialogue, we simultaneously professed our feelings for each other and shared a kiss.

Later, in another dream, I guess me and my dream wingman were civilians now. I had just finished catsitting and I was trying to invite her to my apartment to watch a movie and fug. Unfortunately, my sociopath neighbor video called me out the blue to introduce himself and show me some dumb clown act that he'd run into in the street. This was a devastating cockblock, and by the time I'd freed myself and started toward my dream beloved again, I'd almost woken up. The dream's logic was very powerful, and for the first ten waking minutes I was thinking about how to apologize to this fictional woman for missing our date. I didn't come completely to my senses until my phone was in my hand, at which point I of course realized that there was nobody like that in my contacts. Overall this was a strong 7/10 dream. If I'd had some sexy time instead of wasting 30 dream-minutes with my stupid neighbor, then it all could have netted an 8 or even a 9.

I was eating some girl's pussy, but she kept yelling "OW!!" whenever I did it, regardless of how gently I tried to approach the clitoris. My feline devouring tactics are usually met with better criticism than that, and I woke up feeling strangely offended/embarrassed that I couldn't figure out the preferred approach for this imaginary female.

I had a jam session and then drank with the homies. Later on, I went on a bike ride around a town that was a mix between my hometown, my old collwgw campus and a hint of my new ciry. There were a lot of steep downhills and technique turns to get where I wanted to go, but I remember telling myself "come on motherfucker, you can do it" and then blowung through it all without issue. I ended up in a locale from my old college that was now filled with forwign exchange students and an aggressively attractive girl who was taking street photos of them from a perch. I was weaving through the crowd feeling very content when I woke up. I think this dream was just saying that I miss the homies, and that it's just about time for my vacation to conclude.

Had a dream that I chose hoes before bros. The bro that I told I was ditching for some random woman was very sad and disappointed, and kind of angry. I actually had IRL plans for today with this bro, so it hit extra hard. I awoke feeling very stressed, but slowly reality hit that I was A) still single and B) still on time for our business.

I was teaching at some kind of music event. This was after a good bit of travel to different locales that I don't remember in full detail. My charges were a bunch of college age scrubs and a few of my friends who also wanted to learn.

The actual teaching part was rather fun, and later I was going over a map with this beautiful girl who was getting flirty with me. Suddenly a guy from another group came over and spilled his spaghetti trying to talk shit on me/convince the girl to ditch me. He was a very "incel"-ish type, throwing out statistics and asking her to look at infographs. The girl was having none of it, though, and roasted him viciously. His last gambit was to say "forget this asshole, and come have a drink with *me.*" She replied in earnest, "you look like a shithead."

There were more adventures to be had in this setting, and I got much closer with this dream girl as my sleep continued, but I awoke before anything lewd occurred. Overall a solid 8/10 dream, a good experience with lots of different scenes to explore. The opportunity to do a little harm-free punching down was fun, too.

Dreamt I, that I was joining some people home for a party, and was walking through this train station where this kind of odd-faced woman with lots of runic facial tattoos and glasses and long blond hair was asking young men if she could join them for a party. I walked very quickly to get to the next train so I could join the others, but as I exited the passage she was in, she grabbed my shoulder and asked me if I was going to a party. I said yes, I am joining those guys, and I pointed at the exact place where they were sitting in the party. Then we were there, in the party.

We were three men and the woman brought her friend. Something happened and there was a bit of a long period of some noise that kept me from remembering this part clearly, but it skipped ahead and the women were now naked and standing in front of us, and the three of us men were laying on our backs on the floor. The woman with the facial tattoos and glasses had perhaps the most luxuriously squishy soft body I have seen. Bald pinky pussy, big hips, thicc thighs, round buttcheeks, and nice round tits that looked super soft. She laid down on her back in front of me and her friend said something like we should decide who goes first. They then went to the wall and it was now suddenly a TV-show lottery.

As they stood against the wall, an elderly man came to me and asked me to fix his fence. I wanted pussy, not to fix his fence, but I think he told me I lost the bet and had to help him, then I could return to pussy later. I woke up pretty fast.

This dream felt so real that it was like I experienced ego death. I had no notion that it wasn't my real, actual life until it was almost completely over. In my new dream existence, I was a soldier in some kind of futuristic military, like the USMC but in space. Something happened in the middle of a battle and I awoke in a strange room with some basic furnishings and a TV. I'd eventually learn that I'd somehow been transported to either a different dimension or a diferent planet, it was still a little unclear. The people here were simultaneously futuristic and medieval, they dressed like the elves from Lord of the Rings mixed with Star Trek. I interacted with a few of them, mostly guards and a noblewoman who admonished me for painting on my cell's walls(?), before being granted a meeting with the king himself. It was a really big deal, and as a soldier I was extremely polite and tried to follow his army's protocols as far as saluting/bowing to him went. He told me that I was a prisoner of war, and that my fate would be decided in the "games" several hours from now. The meeting adjourned after a few more state of the union-type announcements, and I was taken toward a different area of the king's castle by the guards I had been speaking to earlier.

At this point me and the guards were pretty friendly, and I guess I'd gotten some brownie points for how I behaved during the meeting, so I learned that one of them was going to have to fight me for the "games." They seemed to doubt the system as much as me, and I tried softly convincing them to spare my life if they bested me, as I'd do the same for them. The one who was going to fight was doubtful at first, but then we got to a training field and had a spar that changed his mind. Apparently the top soldiers in this place fought with magic that they summoned by calling elements' names. I saw him starting to do this, and mimicked his technique. To my surprise, my hands started feeling hot, and when I kept trying I could actually create and throw balls of fire. My magic was stronger than his, and he laughed and said that he couldn't kill me even if he wanted to.

They were taking me back to my cell when I had the slightest notion that everything could have been a dream. Even then though, I thought that this was a dream that soldier-me was having, not real-me. I tried hard and was able to pull myself back up to the first level of dreaming, but soldier-me was so enthused with the whole situation that I wanted to see the rest of the dream, so I laid back down and fell back into the magic dream. We went into the marketplace, bought treats and were about to head for the big fight when I finally woke up for real. I'd rate this experience a 9/10 for the immersiveness alone, and on top of that the set pieces and characters were more beautiful than words can capture. My "lucid" dream-ception near the end was extremely fun as well--since soldier-me knew I was dreaming, all the stress from the prisoner situation was gone, and I could just hang out and enjoy the scenery.

Dreamt that I was at some kind of jam. We were about to play Caravan when I realized that the saxophone player was the professor from my undergrad. He cut the shit out of everyone, he had just played the famous break perfectly when I woke up.

A trio gig came up that had us playing for a pornstar. The description of the thing seemed to imply that we would play with her, then "play with" her. Me and my friends discussed this offer in detail, as we had never participated in group sex before. We all came to the eventual conclusion that out of all of the homies, we were the ones that we each would feel the most comfortable doing that with, so we took up the offer. We jumped in my car and sped to the right address as quickly as possible, on some kind of Pokemon-like overworld map. She'd gone to the wrong address on accident, but eventually showed up. The lady was aggressively beautiful. She told us to run and get snacks and condoms, and we had a brief side scene of us bouling in a CVS. When we returned, she already had gummies, other candy and 7 or 8 of those giant packs or condoms. We said fuck it and started eating the candy with her. Something changed after we had the gummies, though--things got very trippy, and none of us could keep the concept of fucking this girl in our head any longer. In a moment of clarity I said "goddammit, don't do this yet," begging myself to stay asleep. The fuckening never occurred though, and we were all tripping balls in what was now a desert landscape while weird indy/acid rock music played in the background. I woke up soon afterward. A brief attempt to sleep again yielded a continuation of the dream where the pornstar was fucking our still-tripping bodies, but I awoke once more soon after with a powerful morning's wood. I'll give this one a 6/10 out of spite--it was cohesive and fun, but goddammit the tease at the end was frustrating.

I was trapped in a purgatory of wake n fake dreams where the objective was the same, but the circumstances kept changing. I had a gig to play with someone, but on each lebel of this hellish dream I was in a slightly different place in my life, owned a different car, and the city looked different. The only other throughline was that I kept waking up on time and watching things spiral until I was late for the gig. In one dream I hung out with friends too long and then my car wouldn't start, in another my engine blew out immediately in the parking garage. In the longest, most stressful one, I was in classes in college somewhere. This time the gig in question was duo with my best friend. I went through the entire day, doing class, learning weird incorrect things that I took dead seriously because dream logic, and eventually meeting a couple qt girls. The realization that I still had that gig hit me like a truck, ans I sprinted out of the college with my shit and tried to get to the parking garage on the other side of the city. I didn't make it anywhere close to the garage until the sky was dark, I lost half of my things along the way too. I was flinging myself over a fence to try and get inside quicker when I came hurtling back into thr real world. I'm still deathly afraid of being late, and I'm gonna get to work right now.

An aside that I just remembered while typing this out: on one level of this hell, there was a scene where I was watching a vtuber who was simultaneously a real person, by dream logic. She read some lewd copypasta and then full-on masturbated on stream, going so far as to coerce her pet monkey(?) into licking her vagina. I remember thinking, "damn, they finally caught up to Melody's business model." I believe this happened near the start of the final tier of that nightmare.

I had a lewd dream tonight because I haven't squished soft for a while. I dreamt I was in school again and one of the teachers offered me her boobs to suck on so she pulled her sweater up and her bra down and let me snuggle in between her boobs. We then laid down on a soft blanket on the ground and cuddled. She was much larger than me but soft and squishy. I felt safe.

You ever have a dream where you become lucid and your only objective becomes to wake up and escape the dream as fast possible? I had a dream last night in which, after I realized I was in a dream, I began to "swim" upwards through the very fabric of my dream. It was fabric in a very literal sense, like heavy blankets, which I pushed aside with my arms. For some reason, this ritual did quickly bring about my return to consciousness, although, I was waylaid by a female on whom I used my newly-found Bruce Almighty powers to make her breasts and ass expand. I realized too late that she was a saggy, obese 50-year-old woman which activated my fight-or-flight response and jolted me into conscious awareness. Or it might have been the sound of a car peeling out very loudly in front of my house that roused me from my slumber. It's hard to say.

Me and a friend were driving to a friend's house but when we got there it was either being owned by someone else or his father was in town visiting, or something. Normally we'd just go meet him in his backyard and boul, but this mystery man stopped us and grilled us about what we were doing here. We lied that we were going to fix something on his roof, when he ventured that possibility. Despite the fact that it was clearly the middle of the dream night, he believed us and started complaining about all the "wheat grains" on his roof. He grumpily told us, "if you really are roof workers then you'll know what wheat grains are, and you'll get at least 600 of them off of my roof. There's so many up there because of all these damned meteors." My buddy had a great pokerface, replying that he'd get started while I drove the car for some more supplies.

I proceeded to go on a trippy journey in a car through a hilly kind of wilderness. I really don't know what I was supposed to be getting, but I googled "wheat grains" on my ohone and got pictures of the moon and flowers. Eventually a box of trash bags just materialized into my inventory and I booked it back toward the house.

Getting there, I hade to stealth through multiple floors to reach my friend on the roof. The house from the inside was built like a mix between a corporate skyscraper and an old mansion, and there was some sort of ball happening. Eventually I got out onto the roof, and my buddy thanked me for my good research. He said he'd gotten 10000 of these "wheat grains" off of the roof. We proceeded to just hang out for a minute, since we'd done all of this work already. A meteor shower started, and my friend wrapped his arm around my waist. This eventually progressed semi-leedly, with him smooching my neck and touching a bit further down my legs. Eventually he stopped, saying "whoa wait a minute, this is a little gay isn't it?" I reminded him that literally all of that had been his doing. He shrugged and said "Oh yeah, you're right," then returned to snuggling me. I don't know whether to chalk it up to dream logic or my own freudian inner nonsense, but I was extremely receptive to his advances and enjoyed the intimate scene until I woke up. I guess that's what I get for hearing someone discuss fujoshi before bedtime.

H ad a very vivd dream about live baby goats being fed into some kind of massive grinder. Like there was an entire facility whose sole purpose was for grinding up live goats. My dad explained to me in the dream that I had missed too many important life milestones at the age of 30 and that it was time for me to die but he would get caught if they buried my body in the yard so he had to sneak my corpse into the goat mill. My brain also composed some original Silent-Hill-esque music to accompany the slaughter but I forgot the music within minutes of waking up. Why can't I compose music when I am awake?

Dreamt that me and a good number of the homies were going out to see a movie at a place that was simultaneously a drive-in theater and a normal theater through the magic of inconsistent dream logic. The film was pretty consistent even as thr locale and situation shifted a little--it was some kind of spy thriller with a Bond-like character saying nonsensical one liners. There were a few strange interruptions like sniper attacks and a whole RTS section where I controlled me and the boys, probably holdovers from how much Men of War I've been playing. Eventually some of the homies left or changed seats/parking placements, leaving me and my buddy from the previous rooftop maintenance dream alone. As soon as our friends gave us space, he pulled me closer and I rested my head on his shoulder. We kept it PG like that for the rest of the movie until I woke up. Overall another comfortable dream, but it's not helping me figure out what my subconscious is trying to tell me about my relationship with this one friend. Either some part of me is a GAYS, or I'm suffering new symptoms from an advanced case of zero pussy.

Had a dream that I was being permanently institutionalized and they had to remove my teeth to keep me from biting the orderlies but their chosen method of tooth removal was to slowly grind away my tooth enamel with a nail file.

There were a few really memorable moments that I hung onto. I know I was hanging out with friends in an apartment that wasn't my apartment. I was scrolling on instagram and came across the page of a musician who was posting extremely graphic, legit porn with a hot girl that I've had a music crush on for a minute. I thought to myself that it would be a great fap opportunity, but I was around my friends and refrained.

The bigger, more intense part of the dream was when some sort of black hole opened up just a few blocks from my apartment. We could fully see the warp from my window, shit started going down. My vision would get all trippy, and after a lot of push and pull entire pieces of the scenery outside would change, or the entire environment would become something else. Our apartment building was in the middle of a storm at times, or in a forest, a lot of different shit. My friends didn't realize it was happening at first, but eventuallly we were all in it just wondering what we could even do to get out in one piece. Eventually the dimension shifted into something where we were all different people, and I don't think any of us remembered the previous ordeal. I was now one of the comic characters that I draw, and completely oblivious I grabbed my bike and went out to make deliveries. At a local bar people knew me by name and offered me free food, which was nice, and then I awoke. This dream was fun but honestly scary, words can't describe how huge and cosmic the black hole/warp zone experience felt in-dream. It was one of those "I'm probably done living now" moments, and I'm glad to have woken up from it.

I was running around some college taking photos. I forget some of the earlier events, but I know that I had somewhere specific to be, and my bike was going to take me there. I got a little lost and had to parkour my bike around a number of obstacles, most famously a set of stairs inside a building that I managed to bunny hop up. All of this adventuring eventually led to me meeting an exceedingly soft girl. She was interested in my bike and camera,and we chatted for a while.

Eventually, there was a jump in the scenery and I was now talking with her further in her apartment. A very scrawny, awkward guy was there too, he introduced himself as one of her friends. The hang was alright and I was trying to get out again to continue dream biking, but the girl kept trying to show me more things on her phone while getting more feelsy. I could tell that her friend/simp didn't enjoy this at all, and it culminated in him awkwardly coming up and pecking her on the forehead before retreating and sitting silently. The soft girl's response was to start aggressively, lewdly kissing on me. It was hot and the dream's ass physics were absolutely stellar, but I was also a little weirded out by whatever the girl and this dude's dynamic was, and I really did want to go out and take more photos. My escape attempts were feeble though, and soon she was straddling me. She was saying something and grinding on my chinchin when I awoke. I'll give this dream a strong 8.5/10, some great moments and alright scenery followed by an equally alright lewd scene. I just wish I could have spent a little more time jumping around this fictional campus on my bike.

As I posted I remembered one more part of the dream--as I tried to figure out where to go during the first half, I pulled out Google Maps, but the map looked like an old Asia painting and there was gold calligraphy written everywhere. I remember thinking, ,"shit, my phone's still in Japanese," and trying to calculate the real route to take since "Japanese Maps is extra polite, so they take an hour longer on all projected routes." A little culture lesson thought up by my errant brain

As I am still vividly remembering the dream I had three nights ago, here goes:

Dreamt I, that the world was being overrun by a berserk procedural creation algorithm, in which everything structurally manmade was possible to change in mere minutes, and the scale would almost always be off (probably caused by 32-bit floats). This lead to a lot of hilarious but also despairingly uncomfortable constructions. The algorithm tried to operate from China with shaynese scales in mind, and recreated a Taipei in my living room while I was sleeping.

I went traveling by double decker buses to some place in the countryside where the procedural algorithm was trying to merge with Pokemon and Tamagotchi. I was somehow thrown into my flat again, only this time it was years abandoned. It had a note on the floor in which the people who lived in the neighbourhood tried to reach out to me to get the people together again so we could organise and survive this parametric onslaught.

Then woke I up.

I'm noticing a trend of my dreams becoming increasingly vivid which I am not sure I enjoy. They also seem to be more coherent and follow a plot.

Mine started with me attending college classes (I graduated years ago). I had lost my backpack and was looking around frantically for it. It became late and I could see the stars above. As I looked to the heavens, a "TR-3B" UFO with glowing orange lights in each corner flew overhead. Like many depictions, it was slightly isoceles. It pulled me closer and closer toward it (there was no visible tractor beam). Rather than be taken directly into the craft, I was greeted with excruciating burning pain especially on the backs of my hands. Which I surmised was the aliens performing a preliminary test of my ability to tolerate pain.

Oops, I posted before I was finished. Continuing on the with alien story:

The dream segued to me being trapped with one other man in a spacious room kind of like a cross between a cafeteria and a hotel room. It was dimly lit and we had a sense of being observed. Over time, new inhuman inhabitants would enter the room through hatches in the ceiling. We covered in fear as large, furby-like blue-and-white creatures, perhaps the size of a large dog, entered the room. They ambled about aimlessly not directly interacting with us. We were more terrified of the blobs of sentient uncooked hamburger meat which soon appeared. They, like the furbies, made no attempt to approach and instead milled about harmlessly.

I was stunned when a claw apparatus emerged from the ceiling and began to form the meatwads into the shape of Alice Margatroid with skin, clothing, hair etc. Other recognizable characters began to appear. We were so transfixed, we had allowed the furbies to draw very near which still did nothing.

At last, many other humans we're corralled into the space from elsewhere. Gas began to be pumped into the room which I could not avoid breathing. I stood and looked out the windows to see a terrestrial landscape: towering buildings and also great pine trees against a blue sky and cumulus clouds. The last thing I saw was *sigh* immense balloons advertising McDonalds and giant helium-filled fumos floating in the sky.

i've been having some boring ass dreams like about cheese in the fridge cabinet, or a bowl of cheerios in the bathtub, or the guy who's girlfriend i stole in high school got a new girlfriend... yawn wtf

Had my first penetrative sex dream in some time. The girl was shifting a bit, but she shared qualitiea from a couple different IRL interests, like my hard-nippled friend from so long ago. My jimmy ran deep, as the urban youth would say, and I was laying pipe slowly and meaningfully as she simultaneously complained about and complimented the length/girth of my penis. I could feel some hentai physics at play, with my dick pressing against her cervix and sort of stretching it further inward. Eventually more people were going to enter my dream apartment, and we stopped the fuckening.

There was a whole middle section of the dream revolving around screenwriting or game dev or something, but it's much hazier. Later still, I hopped on my bike and went down the street to a gas station to buy a wrap and a 40. Some cops walked in amd cut in front of me, and when I brought it up one took my hat off and shook it at me. "Do you know how many YEARS OF SACRIFICE I've given to wear my hat?" he asked me in a very 'punch-my-face' tone. I deeacalated the situation, and when I left I talked mad shit with the cashier about them. The man appreciated my attempt to stand up to what was apparently a repeat problem, and my food and 40 were free. I was about to leave when I heard a tiny meow in another aisle. Excited to adopt a stray kitten, I started looking for it, but it got the jump on me and dug its claws into my ass. I screamed like a cartoon character and awoke with a monumental erection. For the sex alone this dream is a 9/10, and the worldbuilding in the rest of it was strong. I have to say that this probably means I am officially down horrendously bad though, and should start looking for a new squish eventually

I visited some giant, industrial-sized anime store. There was some kind of drama in the parking garage, from what I caught of the conversation some imageboard user was flipping out about stock society things. Unfazed, I hiked up the short shorts that I was apparently wearing and went inside. The vibe was interesting--lots of people were in cosplay, even a group of old men near the hentai section who were dressed like colorful, cartoony yakuza members. Overall I had a fun and relaxing time just browsing the store and eventually walking out to revisit my car. I awoke shortly after overhearing one of the store's owners on the phone with a patch supplier, securing the bag. Overall I'll give this a strong 7.5/10. Even without a real plot, exploring the vibe and the setting was very enjoyable.

Dreamt that I shat worms, like big grey earthworm things, and was looking for a way to treat it.

Had a dream that my teeth were falling out but then a cute girl sat on my lap only for me to recoil in horror when I could feel her foot-long girlboner. Then some people cornered me in a room, pulled down their pants and blasted me with steams of diarrhea for being cringe and not making sufficient progress on my indie game development ambitions.

I was hanging out in some kind of rehearsal space, watching an old friend that I haven't seen in a while play drums for a university big band. The director had a number of assistamts who were also my friends, and as the rehearsal went on they kept running up to me and the director with various substances to use. At one point, acclaimed vibraphonist Joel Ross came out of nowhere with a bowl for me to hit, and even though I didn't know him as well I did it out of respect. The drug physics were extremely well-crafted, and by this point I was genuinely fucked up and trying to keep it together by laying on the ground and moving my legs around. The assistants all huddled to review what they'd already offered the director and me, and I heard Joel ask "the one with the Xanax?" at one point. I've never taken Xanax but fucked-up dream me thought that this made perfect sense to desceibe my currenr state. Eventually the rehearsal ended and morphed into a party featuring an ornery dog and a bunch of hot girls. Things were going alright for high dream-me, but then the dog somehow found and ripped my favorite plushie, which kind of killed the vibe and brought me down. I was packing up with my friends and planning the sewing mending job when I awoke. This was a guaranteed 9/10, I got to do drugs and party with stunning accuracy without leaving my bed or spending a dime.

Some strange series of events led to a rogue military officer invading my home while me and a friend were hanging out. He was trying to silence us about something or other that we'd read, and he pulled a gun. I was able to do the old Arnold classic and goad him into entering a knife fight with me, leveling the playing field. After a lot of MGS CQC-type fighting with honestly pitiful shlrt kicks and jabs from both of us, I got a particularly good counter amd went buck wild, stabbing the man to complete death with a flurry of strikes to the neck, chest and back. I think the body just kind of despawned or something, because all we were left to worry about was a couple small splotches of red that looked like droplets of wine on the floor. We were stressing over an alibi in case other officers came investigating the man's disappearance when I woke up.

dreamed that my mother and sister drove me off to a psychiatric ward where I got injected with something

>>390
That wasn't a dream.

Dream'ded I that I was in the subsaharan Africum along the east coast of it somewhere below the horn. This must have been't some early turn of the century/WW1-type of steampunkenings in the settings because of all the oddly time-appropriate British-explorer dressed locals. The weapon-ree was equally as time-appropriate like Maxim guns, pig boar rifles and revolvers.

There was this massive tiger that got turned into a cyborg tiger that was being used by a local negrotribe to invade the territories of the other negrotribes. I got to follow and even ride that massive tiger as it attacked the negrotribes. Since ammo was scarce the negrotribes shooting at the cyborg tiger quickly ran out of ammo and had to switch to spears and arrows instead. A lot of spears and arrows were heaved and chucked at the tiger but it just didn't stop its ferocious attacks. It gained a cast metal back-mounted artillery platform which was used by myself and a few other negroes to shoot tiny pellets at the surrounding negrotribes.

Suddenly the cyborg tiger disappeared and I was forced toward the coast by the archers of the negrotribes. They kept shooting me in the back but the arrows turned into toothpicks when they approached me and they never hurt me. The negrotribe archers all grinned eerily and creepily while they launched arrows at me. As I realised I was bleeding heavily from my back from hundreds of toothpicks getting stuck there, up I woked.

Had an absolutely cracked lewd yume. I came home to two incredibly hot step-sisters who IMMEDIATELY seduced me into fugging and eating them out on my bed. I was actually able to finish in-dream, and the dream cum was so powerful it felt like I was gettting a headache. Soon after though, I got a call from a friend saying that I was late for a job. That led to a panic as I literally ran around town on foot, trying to figure out how to get to the gig. Reviewing the yume thread, this kind of spook has been lightly recurring in my yumes. Given everything happening in my real life, maybe the theme of this dream was really "these hoes are slowing you down."

My apartment building was surrounded on all sides by drones shaped like tiny taxidermized tigers and sharks. I was listening to this lady talk about communism on my phone and hiding from the drones while my perspective kept jumping to being a member of the drones' R&D team. Eventually apartment me got found and shot through a window, it fucking hurt and I awoke to the same spiel about communism playing on my TV. Youtube autoplay went wherever the hell it wanted to after I crashed, it seems.

Dreamed of a "Scythian pizza" that consisted of pineapples and a small pie in the centre that was filled with chestnut paste. I woke up before I could eat it, though.

7 bi pop -> 4 bi pop

I was watching/living in a Columbo episode simultaneously. I was both the viewer and maybe Columbo himself. We knew who the killer was, this Pacific asian lady with a bow and arrows. Most of the time was spent just Columbo-ing around some sort of hilly plain with the other suspects/victims, until shit went completely to the left. Columbo sent everyone into this giant pitch black mansion with the killer, and locked the door. When everyone started freaking out, he said "I'm sorry, but the only way to find the killer....is to make them kill again." One of the victims-to-be yelled "Is it really?!" But Columbo just made an edgy face and started walking away from the door. I woke up before the murderizing began.

Had a dream that I was looking at nature pictures on Wikimedia Commons and then my computer got destroyed by a virus. Then I woke up and remembered that I use Ginoo Slash Linucks

I was trapped in some kind of witch's castle or cave. Lots of magic fuckery and spooks, and also a strange Squid Game-esque plot going on at the same time where other prisoners were playing life-or-death magic games for profit. I escaped my dank basement cell and started making my way through the witch's labyrinth with the intent to kill her. The journey was scary but also pretty unique and colorful, I kept thinking to myself "this is like a Miyazaki film." Eventually, I entered a door and came face to face with a full recreation of an old friend's old bedroom. He was sitting in there playing video games. Apparently he'd won one or two of the death games already and couldn't be assed to risk death for freedom, so he'd taken his magical winnings and made a tiny safe pocket dimension within the witch coven instead. We caught up for a while, said our goodbyes and then I went on my way.

The journey took weirdly long compared to my usual dreams but me and a couple allies eventually busted out and hitchhikedaway. The man that we got a ride from was secretly corrupted by the witch though, and there was this horny sequence where we saw the inside of his head. He was hallucinating that he was rubbing up on a VERY tight and attractive torso, possibly a tomboy's. Suddenly we snapped back to reality as the guy committed vehicular manslaughter aainst a lady who was fixing her car on the side of the road. Me and my cohort got out of the car and were preparing to fight this dude when I awoke.

Later I dreamt that I was grocery shopping with friends down in my hometown. It wasn't as eventful, but I can also appreciate a good "friend sim" dream when I haven't seen the homies in a minute. We ran into an old crush and one of my friends shittalked her to her face, and then I woke up for real. Overall between these two, we've got a strong 8 or 9/10 dreaming experience. Just a lot of fun setups and enough time to really stretch out and explore them.

I was the lead in a "Friends" type sitcom. Someone would say/ask something and I'd respond with a witty answer/remark/comeback and get a huge laugh (quickly cut off after 2 seconds, of course). After a short while, I actually realized that WHATEVER I said would get the same glowing response from the (invisible) audience, so I just started to assault my co-stars; verbally and physically. As long as I paused and looked into the 'camera' after my foul and increasingly sick actions, I'd recieve endless praise and adoration, several times per minute! Ha!

Poor poor Rachel. She was there at the start, as were lots of people who weren't in Friends; who weren't even tv/movie stars... I'm so, so sorry Natalie. You didn't deserve the awful things I did to you, you really believed me when I said I'd stop, didn't you? At first, anyway.

I'll be there for yoooo~~

I was trying to make a post in the "Bump this Thread every time you visit for the FIRST TIME today!" thread, but it asked me to fill out a reCAPTCHA. After twenty or so failed attempts, I got mad, wrote a hate letter to Google calling them "niggeroids", and woke up.

I was walking down the street when I noticed someone following me. This guy suddenly pulled out an enormous blade, like one of those hunks of metal that inmates turn into makeshift knives/machetes. Someone said "yeah get him, get him too," and I knew they were talking about me. I broke into a sprint but I was now also a small child, and my chances didn't look good. I just kept screaming for help until a couple other kids flanked the assailant and started absolutely murking him. I joined them in killing the bastard and took his weapon. They invited me to their cabin by the river to chill with them until the heat died down, and I accepted the offer. Also at the cabin was a qt older woman, and this penguin alien thing that I recognized as the developed form of the alien embryo from a smaller dream that I'd had earlier in the night.

Things were alright for a while, they had other trophy weqpons from other bandits that they'd killed so I upgraded to a mace/hatchet looking thing. I thought all was good until we noticed a creepy older man in the field out back. We all grabbed our weapons and ran out to see him retreating with a dog. I realized too late that he was probably a hunter. As soon as I thought that, an arrow appeared in my pocket. When I pulled it out my leg suddenly felt very wet, and I knew dream logic had meant the pocket arrow to suggest that I'd been shot. I started staggering back toward the house while screaming that he had a bow, but I got super lightheaded and promptly awoke. I remember that my next dream was violent as well, but I can't recall it.

I was having a social gathering in my apartment. I think the aim was to watch an anime film, although I forget which one. Originally it was just going to be me and a homie, but suddenly I received a text from my hard-nippled companion of yore that said that she was in town and would like to come by. This prompted us to scramble to buy additional snacks and drugs, a task that somehow morphed into a crime thriller adventure halfway through. I remember events such as using secret exits to sneak through alleys, putting on disguises to meet with spies in a Goodwill store and smuggling large amounts of pizza and cake from the local law enforcement. We eventually got what we needed and returned to my apartment, where we found several uninvited guests smoking weed and asking for blankets. I assumed they were some of the hard-nipple hugger's acquaintances, so we were cordial. To my dismay though, as we herded them out and started trying to put on the movie, I received another text stating that my old flame was busy and couldn't come over anymore. I said "man, fuck this," and promptly awoke.

I went to this shoppe where a friend I was supposed to help at her job a week before worked. I said hello and she ignored me, and our mutual friend who was right next to here looked at me and tsk-tsk-ed at me, and said "she won't forgive you that easily", and I gave her a little hug. After that some guys come in and put some chess problems on the table in front of me and leave the shoppe, I try to follow them and yell at them to wait, and they stop, but I can't see their faces cause the sun is in my eyes, so I go round the other side and the sun is still in my eyes, so I realise that all that bright light is coming from their heads, and in frustration I say goodbye and go back to the shoppe, look at the chess problems and realise I can't solve them, and wake up.

I had a dream that the skit youtuber Joel Haver was trying to force me to suck his dick. I was actually about to try for one second just to get him off my case, but then I realized that this was a dream and he didn't have any real power over me. Instead I pulled his pants down, bit his penis and walked away.

I'd just come back from some big tour and I'd taken somr cute photos and videos on a shitty old phone that I wanted to put on my computer. I needed a cerrain cord so I got up and walked out into the snow that's still going on IRL. I ran into a friend along the way and we talked briefly before splitting off again. Before I reached the store though, I got to this other shop/inn-looking thing. I walked in and was in the middle of a murder. This guy who looked like the Interstellar dude and another who looked like Matt Damon were enacting their plans on this young woman who ran the olace. They tripped some alarms, distracted her and smashed her in a glancing blow on the back of the head with some toy truck looking thing. Not-Matt then ran out and came back with a gun. They decides against it though and went with strangling to kill her. At this point, I slipped back outside.

Outside, some people were waiting for the place to open. I knew I had to start building my own alibi, so I checked my watch and told them that I'd been waiting outside the whole stretch of when this murderizing had been happening. Some lady went to check the door and I said nothing.

What followed was a Columbo situation. The body was found and the two not-astronauts were playijg it off like eother a suicide or breakin that they'd uncovered. Cops came, and one of my IRL buddies was among them--dream logic said that we were both detectives now. Since I'd seen everything and knew the holes in these guys' stories, I was in an awkward position of trying to play it cool while also secretly filling my friend in on the situation. A couple very homoerotuc scenes played out between the two of us that I can't say I didn't enjoy. At one moment, we and the other cops were talking upstairs in this bedding area. I was siyting on the floor as my pal sat on a bed next to me, and he started absentmindedly messing with my head and eventually choking me with his feet/legs. Shortly after, this we were in a secret room making the Big Discovery about the case when the perps came in. We had to hide under a small table together and huddle very intimately to stay undetected. By this point, I was starting to question what kind of message that the dream was trying to give me.

I felt myself waking up, soon after that. I was able to warn my friend that I was, and I told him the smoking gun to get the guys with. Now that I'm awake it doesn't make as much sense, but it had to do with time and how the victim couldn't have died from the head injury alone in the time between the alleged attack and when they allegedly found her. At some point the toy car had also changed to a winter jacket, which I stressed was important to find and keep out of their hands. If I'd slept a little longer, I would have made the big reveal to the perps myself, and used my knowing the whole time as the jumping point for a Columbo-esque monologue. I have to call the dream a strong 9/10, made me seriously question my feelings for a man but the different environments were fun to explore and the whole investigation sequence at the end was exciting.

Regarding →/read.cgi/saovq/1594589404/941 - I had this dream days ago so I don't fully remember. Anyways, I think this girl was part of this college class and she had to be part of a group project. The goal of the project was furthering human evolution or space travel IIRC. When presenting the project she was wearing little clothing and was injected with or consumed some serum that made her pass out.

Before she went unconscious she went into this cryogenic pod and was left there for like 10 or 20 minutes. It was really cold in the chamber/pod and the teacher said something like "Get her out of there because she might die from the cold." If the dream was more realistic the teacher or professor would have been concerned about frostbite first, and then death. When she got out she was angry due to being so cold. She was yelling and stuff and then slapped the teacher on the ass. The teacher was wearing a g-string for some reason; maybe she was also going to partake in a project.

Writing about that dream made me think: what if you had a sexy female teacher and you went to the beach and she was wearing a bathing suit? Maybe the bathing suit would be quite revealing; maybe it would include a g-string. Writing that made me think about those episodes of "Azumanga Daioh" which featured a beach. What if one or more of the girls wore a g-string to the beach? What if the teacher(s) wore that? Sakaki would probably be too shy to wear a g-string while on a beach. What if Chiyo-chan wore a g-string while there in the daylight? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G-string

P.S. →/saovq/images/42/242.jpg - She looks cool. Smoking makes you cool.

Me and several friends were out on a big boat, trying to dail back to our city. The aesthetic and physics were more or less like Sea of Thieves, and the similarities increased as we saw conflict happening up ahead with what we quickly identified as several galleons. We just wanted to get home so we powered straight through as fast as we could, firing at all the combatants equally. One boat got totally fucked, and there were these really video gamey piles of bones on the deck that dream logic said were all fresh corpses from the crew. We were a little worried and the boat was harder to control with our real bodies than it was in the game, but we got through and away without trouble.

We docked at an island that sort of dream morphed into the correct city/country after we got off the boat. It was right before sunrise and we started trying to figure out where to eat breakfast. We decided on a bagel place and started walking there while shooting the shit on our last adventure. I put on a nonexistent Coltrane album for us to listen to as we walked, and right after he played a particularly cool lick we all cheered and then I woke up.

Me and a buddy got kidnapped by the maybe-mafia, it was a little unclear at times. We were thrown in the back of a limo and they were going to drive us to their boss, but a lolice car seemed suspicious so they drove us to my apartment building instead. The two of us were very compliant and were maybe working with them? That was unclear too, but we decided to play along and act like we were going inside with one of the henchmen until the cop car left. Later on we were helping them kidnap someone else for some reason, in broad daylight. The target was in a building somewhere, so my friend and I were casing the marketplace outside of it looking for ways in. We almost got in a back way but it was a service entrance, and we wouldn't be able to blend in. Before waking up, I was sidetracked by a vendor that had a necklace with a key attached that reminded me of the one that I wear daily. Thinking that maybe this was related to my dream gf, I asked whose it was. As it turns out, it was our target's, and the vendor said that she had left it here while she moved into some specific room in the building. I was going to relate the info to my buddy and our captors/partners, but I promptly woke up.

I dreamt that I was the main character in the anime "Sword Art Online". While in the game, someone mentioned a KKK rally.

"Knights of the Blood"? More like "Holy Knights of the Ku Klux Klan".

>>407

What if Chiyo-chan wore a g-string while there in the daylight?

Mr. Tadakichi would start humping her:

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I had a mixed bag of dreams tonight that all managed to be connected, although most of the transitioning scenes were forgotten upon my waking. I remember spending a lot of time living in this Sea of Thieves-like world that looked more like Wind Waker, especially in the character designs. Eventuall this switched back to the real world, where me and some friends were conspiring to bomb a huge university/corporate building thing. After casing the place I was trying to catch a bus home but I forgot which school bus would take me to my hometown from 10 years ago in Germany(??) So I had to grab a bike to go home instead. I was riding down my city's main street when saw another biker on the road with a cat in his backpack. After narrowly avoiding rear-ending a car the cat got out of the bag and I had to help him herd it with our bikes. I beliebe this was the last section of the dream before waking.

The dreams started with some sort of wind ensemble rehearsal. After some pretty normal rehearsal fare, I stole something from a stage production and then tried to cover it up. I think it was a VR headset or something. My hard-nippled friend was in the band, and despite our history she immediately lied and helped support my alibi when people asked her about the disappearance of whatever it was I took. On potential discovery, I talked my way out of it and then went to dump the evidence in my city's river. While I was out on a raft, I turned and watched a passenger plane try to take off, fully fuck up, flip over, stall and crash/explode into the ground. The rest of the dream played the catastrophe completely seriously. There was a huge fire spreading, and some soldiers showed up to ferry me to where civilians were being herded. I got sort of taken under the wing of this small group of shop vendors from either a dispensary or a mall, I forget, and I helped them pack a lot of their wares. We got past some more minor danger and ended up pretty high up on a building as the sun rose. That was when it was revealed that there were planes coming in and starting minor bombing runs. I woke up pretty soon after a close call with a fighter jet, as me and my little posse was planning our method of escape. Overall the dream was both fun and deeply stressful. Fingers crossed that it wasn't prophetic.

Dreamt I that I was going to have sexual intercourse with my in-dream girlfriend. I kept touching her clothed crotch in bed until she took her pantsu off and told me that she was gonna shower first. She undressed and covered hershelf in a towel. As she so did her hair started glowing fiery red and lit up the room. Then it started defying the gravitational force (of gravity) and wave around mid-air like she went SSJ4 or something. As she so entered the room of the bath to take a shower, I turned to comic reading.

The comics were extremely brutal and disturbing stories about torture of prisoners of war in a Future Conan-like setting with a retrofuturistic approach to a barbaric post-apocalyptic society where torturing rival soldiers to death was the biggest form for entertainment. As they so tortured and the rescuers tried to rescue a soldier currently being tortured with a winch tearing up his chest, woke I the uppest.

Last night I dreamt of a vast sports hall, that looked something like my old secondary school sports hall, but this one also had a door where mine did not, onto the field around the back of the sports hall. Myself and people from my secondary were standing next to the door, waiting to go outside. Just as others started walking outside it began to rain. George taunted me over the fact that I did not have a coat, but I went back inside to get a packable waterproof from my backpack. I bounced the packed waterproof off of George's face, George just looked at me with the face "who cares" and walked off.

I put on the waterproof and followed everyone outside. I ran to catch up with my social group. They were walking in two rows of three each, they all had their arms around each other. When I caught up with them they ignored me, continuing to talk between themselves. I had the strong sense that they had done so much together and were so well connected, I was just looking in. Ahead of us was another outcast member of the group, who George was walking with and subtly mocking. Myself and my former social group continued walking on the grass up a hill, one of the group was now pushing a long line of somehow interlocked rollerblades onto an asphalt footpath, but it was stuck. I ran over to help the rollerblades onto the path, pulling from the front end, which successfully freed the column.

I am on fluoxetine 20mg. I dream most nights.

I had another terrible torture dream again. I dreamt I was reading a comic that was kind of a parody of the techniques used in Hokutonoken but with a very slick American late 90's style in full colour. There were two guys who were trying to find the ultimate technique and they saw there was a guy who could rip his flesh off at his own will and expose an extra head on his bicep to be even smarter or something.

The two men got lured into a trap by a crazy torturer who chained them to the ceiling with a series of meathooks through their arms, and he started carving patches of skin off the back of the main guy to "get to his core and expose his true form" but he could only scream in pain. Then up I woke.

Dreamt that my tomboy friend sent me a video from an event we went to a couple years ago. In this dream canon, we apparently both got very drunk at the hotel and forgot that we got caught on camera making out in a chair. The video popped up on some dream friend's flashbacks, and so the tomboy became aware of it and wanted to let me know. In a similar vein to my hard-nipple dream saga, the simulation of my friend and her mannerisms were incredibly accurate, and the two of us discussed our hidden attraction to each other in detail over the phone. I remember watching the video a number of times thinking how perfectly we fit each other, and I would have fapped to it if the dream went longer. I still remember the look of the video, and I've deposited it into the spank bank for safekeeping.

I also had another Italian party dream. Like the one I had last year, my friends and I were at a buddy's party with his extended Italian family, but there was a kind of surreal/interdimensional element to the venue that we were partying at. I remember trying to create a working map of the place in FireAlpaca but failing terribly. I believe the last part of the dream was me and my buddies trying to drive home from the party at sunset, and being accosted by random traffic obstacles. Overall excellent night of dreaming, and I've woken up feeling abnormally well rested.

Question, I can't remember my dreams, any ideas to help me about it? Fell like I didn't really dream for years but it seems my brain delete it when I woke up. Perhaps my short-term memory is nowhere to be found.

>>418
Spend more time focusing on a thing before moving on to another thing.

I was driving around town and I had to make a U turn. I kept on driving up this SF grade hill because it was a bad time to turn around -- too many pot holes. I got to the top and there was a cul de sac with a large brown office building that had a bunch of Halloween decorations and nothing else. (Note the driving was from third person perspective in the dream)
I am paused in my car to take a look around when I get a text from some woman who said "I see ur thick thighs from the police building, come inside I'm all alone" and also some lewd photos.
I walk inside and apparently I had passengers because two three ppl are with me and want to keep on going to wherever my original destination was. I still go inside and they follow me. The building is empty besides the lady and she meets me at the door leads me & co inside. Apparently she can shapeshift into a big black dog and does it to demonstrate. She wants me to go to an empty room to ditch the other ppl. One of em gets mad and turns into a squirrel and it takes a goose chase before the second person in the car catches the squirrel.
Then me and the lady (in human form) go to the top of the escalator to get to an empty medical room that has a comfy bed. We go inside, start fugging and when she transforms to a dog the tightness makes me cum. Then I woke up cause my window was opened to the bird calls.

<me> weird dream, SCP-like
<me> imagine you're a child on a city street that is in slope
<me> you go up the street and pop out at the bottom of it, like it loops
<me> but things look ever so slightly differently
<me> you go to school, also different. You see your bullies there
<me> go to science lab, oh cool a working jetpack, steal that and fly on the smokestack of school
<me> smoke stack collapses under your weight(building was kinda old) and it pisses off the people in the schoolyard, including your bullies
<me> you fly away
<me> after a bit of exploring, it turns out going up the street pops you at the bottom, but in the future
<me> and those weren't your bullies, it was their children/grandchildren, or something
<me> maybe if you go down the street and pop at the top, it will bring you to past, let's try
<me> doesn't seem that way, increasing sense of fear
<me> close eyes and zoom-zoom very fast in downward direction of street
<me> the town is now decrepit, there's a pile of human bones and skulls in middle of street
<me> a dog is chewing on a bone from the pile, femur maybe
<me> you are overtaken by dread, you head over to your apartment only to find skulls/bones inside
<me> sit in fetal position against wall, cry
<me> head out and desperately fly in downward direction
<me> new life appears, overgrown ruin style
<me> zoom further and further, eventually sun grows into red giant, Earth is fucked, you are fucked, the end
<me> oh, not quite the end, there is segment exploring the pointing of red laser(visible beam trajectory) to see how it pops back down at other end of street
<me> then it's pointed upwards to see how it loops around that section of earth
<me> after a certain height, beam stops looping and goes indefinitely into space, so anomaly exit is above atmosphere
<me> all this time inside dream, I didn't think to try going sideways on said street
<some_dude> damn, this could be an epic short film or similar
<some_dude> good dream
<me> yeah I imagined tiny 70s anime sequences interspersed with 1st person real
<me> a small segment of jetpack schoolyard me(from below, sky background), pile of bones, dog chewing bone, indoor skull
<me> though, the tone of animation didn't match gravity of situation
<me> kinda like old Doraemon style

So, like, I needed a tiny black hole really quickly for something, so I encased one in a containment field for my use.
But now I don't need it anymore, so I am chucking it at the sky with very high speed.
I don't want to keep the field around it forever so I should disable it, I dunno let's say, 2 Earth distances away. No, 5x, maybe 5000x?
Oh, I know, as far as Oorth Cloud should do it!
But if it crashes into celestial object before that, or if it doesn't evaporate at Oorth Cloud, I'm rather fucked.
In retrospect, I should have gotten 1 cubic cm of Sun instead, which would have been less hassle!
I wonder how hot and heavy that is...

The dream incorporates elements from Fatal Abyss(1998) PC game.
The environment is very deep ocean with a dark shade of teal and gray sand bottom.

Navigating away from base building is small sub, with headlights on, controled by me, the player.
On center bottom side of screen is large rectangular HUD element showing the pilot inside sub's cockpit, facing the viewer.

The pilot is a female cat that resembles lieutenant Kitty from "Commander Clark" show, except she's black-furred.

She pilots the sub in straight line along featureless ocean floor until she discovers a chasm.
It's an abrupt drop that dizyingly goes many kilometers down, beyond distance fog range, followed on the other side by an equally abrupt wall that vanishes high above into distance.

Faint rainbow colors are visible through the distance fog.
The pilot is in awe of the beauty of the fatal depth and its colors, appropriate awe movie music plays.

In her mind, she needs to return to base for a sturdier sub to descend into this chasm.
I decide to drive the current sub into the chasm anyway, ignoring her better judgement.
Her sub springs a leak(visible in hud), shortly followed by implosion of the sub, instantly killing her.
The hud piece turns to static.

In later tries to dive down, she tries to fight player input and drive the sub back up.
[...]

[...]I am at the base(first person perspective of me, a human).
Kitty's excursion near the chasm has attracted unwanted attention and rogues have boarded the base.
The room I'm in has multiple people.
The door is opened and in comes rogue's chief with bright rainbow light shining behind him.
Some of the people being exposed to this light have their faces melt off like in "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark" and fall to the floor.
Other exposed people live, but ally themselves to the rogues.
Either I've survived exposure, or was not exposed enough.
[...]Rogues are addicted to this light as we see them in a room flooded with this rainbow light.

I dreamt that I was in an open field with nothing but horizon all around and there were large, buffalo-like creatures being herded by cowboys. The creatures were a variety of sizes, from car-size to that of 2-story house and were deformed and demented looking. Their movements were erratic and earth shaking; their howling was incessant and very disconcerting. Most were quadrupedal, but I specifically remember a smaller one with tiny, useless forelegs that moved in an upright manner by rapidly hopping. This one had no neck so its head was violently shaken from the hopping and I couldn't understand how it had any view of where it was going.
In addition to herding these things, the cowboys were moving large power line towers to be used as fence, apparently by somehow hitting the legs so that they swung in and out and could be 'walked'. I was under the impression that this took a lot of skill.

I played through an entire fake video game in my dream. It was all done in that corporate 3D animation style that most of the animated mainstream movie titles have used lately. I played as a dog who I guess was trying to help out his owner so that he could ultimately Get The Girl. I'm not a big fan of the animation aesthetic usually, but it was done well in my dream and the character designs were pretty unique. The scenery was stellar, and as a dog I wandered around my deadbeat owner's room, walked around a big city, some kind of bar/club, and a few other locations. There were minimal "controls" other than "bark" and "beg," and that's how I interacted with most of the NPCs and got them to help me set up the endgame situation for my owner.

Things got crazy when I had been a dog in front of enough people, and my owner left to get the girl. I forget how this was all contextualized but he had to assault a skyscraper and climb to the top floor in order to confront the big bad. This section was treated like some kind of a 3D sonic game, lots of platform combat and whatnot. When we reached the top, control was swapped to the owner. The first opponent was the actual owner of the building, this stuck-up lady with a rapier. After dueling and doing some damage though, an evil businessman and woman came in on a helicopter and revealed themselves as the real big bads. They had some armor over their suits and also had long swords. In a twist, the first woman that my owner was fighting was The Girl that he wanted to Get--in the last segment of the dream, I controlled the owner in a 2v2 duel that was honestly rather intense. Going against the rather calm and whimsical tone of everything that came before, this duel was actually to the death, and me and The Girl absolutely fucked these guys' shit up. After a final clash that left the oppobents as piles of gore, control shifted back to the dog. We were getting into happy ending territory when I awoke. Overall I'll give this one a strong 9/10--my qualms with the visual aesthetic left quickly, and overall the dream was extensive, cohesive, and managed to get all the way to a strong conclusion before I woke up.

I got up too fast to remember everything,but some parts of my dream stood out and stuck with me. I was trying to play a gig somewhere, I think that was the main plotline. In the process of that I ended up on a very green and relaxing hill, and later was in some kind of school building. I remember trying to buy a magic cymbal that shifted into a flower shape whenever it vibrated. It was hard to test, because whenever I balanced it on my finger and hit it, my finger would get pinched up in the physics-defying shit that the cymbal got up to.

Later in that same indoor setting a girl walked by, looked at me and said "you must get hit on a lot looking like that, huh?" She looked and acted like the hard-nippled girl of the before times, with some slight character design differences. I replied "no, but feel free to do it if you want." She introduced herself as Gavin, and we talked a bit longer before I unfortunately awoke. I wish I'd taken more time to remember more, my general takeaway was that the experience was very solid and restful.

I should have worked harder to remember right when I woke uo. I do distinctly remember hijacking a bus with a friend and a large driving action sequence along a series of highways/roads. I forget how this connects but later in the dream I was on a bed with the legendary tomboy, star of tomboy summer, watching something on television. She kept putting her feet in my face for me to kiss, which even in-dream I thought was odd because neither of us had discussed any particular interest in feet prior to that. As a love soldier, though, I committed to the task, and things were starting to heat up when I awoke. I can't give a full rating to this dream as I'm certain I'm missing large chunks of its plot and context, I'll try to focus more on my dream memory before looking at any screens next time.

I dreamt I was surfing the web and came up on a wierd, obscure and totally wierd website saovq.org and i was posting with a bunch of wierdos who were just as wierd as I am. Then i woke back to 4chun

Mom found the toenal clippings jar, and I had to scavenge the house for all my hidden toenail stashes to start a new one.

She found them again?! dude you need a toenail vault or somethin

I had a dream i was dreaming a dream about dreams where dreaming dreams was actually a dream within a dream of a dream.

gikopoi was real and i had to work in the yoshinoya
but i've never been a line cook before
struggled to keep up with orders
got fired from my job in gikopoi

occupy gikopoi

occu3.14 geek up oil

It was raining and I was with the fabled tomboy again. We were enduring a lot of really annoying undergraduates being in/around my apartnent, including a particularly shitty ex that kept trying to seduce me. I also remember a stretch of time that included me playing instrruments and working on a comic strip in some music school-looking place. I had at least one wakeup during all this--the first time I got to this point in the dream, paratroopers started dropping on some Red Dawn shit.

The second time through, I split off from the tomboy momentarily and ended up stuck with a cake, a couple udergrads and one pf their girlfriends. They were being incredibly unfunny just like they are in real life, and I wanted to escape posthaste. At some point the scenery shifted though, and I was sitting in a car with them unable to get away. Near the end of the dream, we were suddenly in a plane that one of them was piloting, and it felt like we were on an extremely fast landing descent. One of the other undergrads said "careful," and then the sky was completely white with some black void on the horizon. There was this insane feeling of both landing too fast and falling into this strange void, and I woke up during that ordeal.

playing instruments and drawing comics sounds super

Woke 'upporino

First dream in years so I guess I will try to make sense of it.
A bunch of girls started crawling into my DMs on twitter. I chatted them up and we had a good vibe so they decided to come live with me on my farm. I knocked them all up and we had dozens of children. I married my daughters off to the sons of the neighboring farms and started training my sons in the art of war. My sons and I began raiding the nearst town, killing all the young men, and stealing brides for them. I began to organize the neighboring farms and taking a portion of their crops to feed my family in exchange for my sons and I protecting them from urbanites who would wander out into the country looking for food to steal.

if wotter is wet food should be free though. sheep dont have to find food its practically everywhere they go. Simply look down and eat. it should be that way for every mammal

this thread is rude to forgetful ppl. wht if i am forgetful? can i not poast here becuz i forgets?hmph.

I dreamt I was living in a large decrepit single-family 1920s danish house built before WW2 that's got two main floors and a large attic. There was no indoor plumbing. Outside it's always cold and pitch black, so black that you can't see past the fence, and if you took a step in the wrong direction there'd be a shallow grave or some other kind of earthen terror like five inches under the lawn. All my dead relatives are living inside the house for some reason, for example my mother (crippled in life) lives in the attic in a room separated from the stairwell by large cardboard boxes, and my aunt (her sister) lived in the basement because she'd otherwise stink the place up with her cigarettes. A corner of the house where there should be a room has had its doorway walled off and covered to make it look like there's no room there at all. It's cold and dark inside the house because there's no electricity, no chimney, and no fireplace or oven. I dreamt I had memories of shitting in the outhouse at 20 below zero, half-frozen turds falling out of my shivering arse into the completely frozen effluent with a dry thunk.

>>441
😂

>>441
this is real you retard

>>444
not as real as this GET

Lol lol lel kek lmao xD sick heckin getterino bruhbruh frfr ong btfo that nibba hahah

Bruh u str8 pwnd that noob he went afk 4evar

I dreamt about an elaborate ladder setup in Quake 2 for an underground or sewer-like placement to get up to a floor above.

I dreamt about an elaborate dream setup in Dream 2 for an underdream or dream-like placement to get up to a dream above.

Dreamed I was making a post on SAoVQ that said "Surome mii rick", which is a badly misspelled version of "Suck my cock".

uhrmm its ackshually "suck my rock"

>>450 Surome mii rick, dude.

>>451 Sugma rock, dud.

You have been watching too much dick and farty.

I was on a huge quest to find someone who I argued with on the internet IRL. I started in the city at night, and it was stressful driving around because I didn't want to be caught by anyone before I could commit righteous murder. There was some transitional scene at either an airport or a house. Some guys tried talking me out of the fight, but I couldn't be swayed. I also remember a lot of phonecalls with friends from other cities. Eventually I moved on and got to the pivotal final setpiece, an abandoned tropical island. There was one big section with a little dock and a shack, a sort of land bridge and a second, more densely wooded section.

The guy wasn't there yet but I knew he was air-aligned somehow, and didn't want him to have an advantage. I used rocks and a knife to cut trees and burn them mercilessly--soon half of the island was a wildfire. I went back to thr other side of the island to whittle a spear out of a branch, and it was almost done when some square, rich white tourist-type character showed up out of nowhere. He asked me what I was up to, and when I asked where the internet asshole was he said that he didn't know. I turned ro walk away, though, and my quarry was at the shack. I told him to apologize because neither of us wanted to bleed. We were still discussing if we were going to fight and whether or not it'd be to the death when we realized that catastrophes were really fucking up the island. There were suddenly more tourists and all of them were distressed. My wildfire was entirely out of hand, and waves around thr island had also picked up. Me and the asshole made a truce to try helping people, but it was no use. We watched a boat full of children and teachers sink a ways off the coastline, and other tour people along the beach drowned while trying to flee. After unsuccessfullh trying to get wild boars out of the fire, thr two of us fled back to the shack, buried our dispute and drank beers as we waited for the troubles to end or a big wave to come wipe us out.

nobody argue with this guy^

everyone kill those fucking dqn terrorists doe ^^

fuck dqniggers, fuck jannies, fuck trannies and most of all fuck /saovqa/

The first dream was in a gym. The premise was straightforward--I was there to work out, also practice the vibraphone. An old man in a tank top that I somehow knee was Bobby Hutcherson was there, and he was going between a squat rack and a vibraphone that was set up as if it was another gym machine. There were even mallets racked beside the dumbbells. A bit later, there was some strange plot about a closeted gay gymgoer having a hookup with an old queen in the showers, getting dumped immediately and arguing/discussing his idemtity amd wjat to do next with a couple of his friends. The vibe was like one of those Catalina videos, or a video from that company Aniki shot a lot with.

Next dream was an art film. The premise was an anthology of surreal scenes with a few connecting themes. They were all human-based, like performance art shit. Here's the scene I remember the most from it, in present tense:

- A lady in a red suit walks up to a row of phone booths. Another person in a red suit with black trimmings turns and says that the call's for her. The phone booth that they're in is mashed completely full with more people, so much that red suit-black trim guy is only half-in there trying to clutch the phone. The scene replays with a different person in the red suit, and now the lady's in the red suit with black trimmings and offering the phone.

Another scene that happened near the phone booth scene set seemed to zoom out a little and explain the film's themes/goals. A narrator explained that in each scene of the film, the protagonist/audience character/whoever was interacting with the surreal scene in front of them was wearing a red suit. The narrator labeled them a specific kind of character whose name I forget, and stressed that the solid red costuming was supposed to stress their insecurity. The narrator explained that this was some kind of take on corporate/other kinds of money-centered cultures, where often the most noticeable, gaudy person is also secretly deeply insecure. Conversely the characters in each scene which led/acted on the protagonist also wore red, but with elements of black. I didn't catch his explanation of this before waking up, but I guess maybe that represents people who have found more depth in themselves? Maybe these people, with their new sense of self worth, can thrive in these surreal environments, and that's why they're often portrayed as a force with agency but still a part of the scene instead of being a full character with agency like the protagonists in red???

Overall I must say this was an 8 or 9/10 dreaming experience. The first dream was fun, and I had fun going through and actually trying to analyze the second. Both very clearly took many elements from my recent life as the groundwork for the absurd things that they presented, so much so that I feel like I just had a conversation with my subconscious about recent events.

I had a sex dream about richard stallman having sex with a skank in a trailer and watching him coom inside of her with a stink that smelled worst than anything else I could possibly imagine. Then she let me watch the cum drip out of her pussy while Stallman smiled at me then said, "It's all open source around here, friend".

>>459
Stallman saying "open source" ruined my immersion

>>460
Sounds like /g/ retardism

what's a slash gee slash?

its a type of womens swimwear that the beach boys would wear in sattire because of the new gender fad

I'm often on a spaceship. Flying on a plane or traveling by train is frequent too. Usually running from something, has included a black hole, the police, catastrophic sea rise etc. Recently I fought a demonic insect lady boss on top of a large shallow dish of water. Another time me and a team jumped down a bottomless mechanical shaft to hell, and fought some kind of cursed elevator on the way down.

i dream of penises

Two nights ago I dreamt that I was a soldier in some kind of invading army. We were the aggressors attacking some sort of fort, but shit was starting to hit the fan and I was stuck. I pulled out my cell phone and got the tomboy from the fabled tomboy summer on the line. I told her that I'd likely die, and before I did I wanted to tell her that I loved her. We were both being emotional gaylords about it when I woke up.

Last night, I was revisiting my old college. I wanted to steal shit out of the percussion room's lost and found, but I got sidetracked when I found what looked to be one of my journals from back when I was in school. Props to my brain, because the art style used in the pages' random doodles was actually period-accurate, and I was able to use them to confirm that it actually was my journal. Flipping through I saw the last couple pages weren't in my handwriting, and one was in Portuguese. I forget if I got someone to translate or just knew what it said, but apparently James Rolf had outlined the plot of a film in my journal--the next segment of the dream was me going through that movie as the protagonist. The gist was that Zuckerberg had bought my school and was now the president of it. He visited my department and tried throwing his weight around, but since I no longer went there, he had no power over me and I repeatedly punched him in the dick. He started doing the evil rich man "I'll close the whole school down!!" schtick, but I just once again punched him in the cock and walked away.

James Rolf's voiceover said that he'd had a pretty good concept with the film, but he didn't have the budget to execute it himself so he sold the idea to a larger company and used the money on a different small film. His explanation was "I'm a filmmaker, I like making films. I'd rather make another smaller one than do nothing because I can't make a breakout film yet." This ended the segment, and I returned to myself and closed my journal. I believe I spent some more time exploring the environment, but I woke up pretty promptly after the "movie" reached its conclusion.

>>466
*Rolfe
...unless you actually mean this guy
https://www.historictrinity.org/about-us/our-pastors/rev-james-rolf/

A few nights ago, I dreamt of a family gathering. My brother and maternal great uncle were there. We were discussing my brother's new job when he mentioned that he would often work overtime for no additional pay. I told him to stop being a shabbos goy, as life is short.

My great uncle then became angry, I think he was meant to be jewish in the dream. I explained that shabbos goy just mean non-jewish servant and that I got the phrase from wikipedia, but he got his coat and left anyway.

>>466
or this guy
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/Rolf_(Ed,_Edd_and_Eddy)

Dreant that I had the thrilling reunion with the tomboy that I've been praying for. We caught up immediately and were kissing within minutes. She had to finish her tomboy school homework, and I just explored the dream construct apartment as I waited. We had a few short mid-homework exchanges and said a lot of gay bullshit to each other, and later, as I was looking out at the greenery outside, I woke up. Overall this dream was short and sweet, didn't overstay its welcome put perhaps even understayed it. I awoke feeling like crying, 10/10 will dream again.

Dreant that I had the thrilling reunion with the bobgirl that I've been praying for. We caught up immediately and were fucking within minutes. She had to finish his bobgirl school homework, and I just explored the dream construct apartment as I waited. We had a few short mid-homework exchanges and said a lot of gay bullshit to each other, and later, as I was looking out at the greenery outside, I woke up. Overall this drean was short and sweet, didn't overstay its welcome put perhaps even understayed it. I awoke feeling like crying, 11/10 will dream again

I dreamt we were being sold by negroes, it was reverse slavery except everyone was involved and we were getting lashes like an eyebrow. All of us, browns, whites, asians, etcetra were begging on our knees clasping our hands to our negroe masters "please please no more lashes!" no but they kept going. Then suddenly at night we where we were being kept in giant cages that looked like circus animal containers, the doors malfunctioned and opened up. And all of us VIPP- i mean people started to head for the nearest road however the negroes were already there, they intended for us escape, they wanted us on the road where they had a G I A N T crane. They started to relase the crane claw from the sky and *scoop* off went one whitey...i was emotionally obliterated as they flung him into the starry sky and i heard "Ahhhhhh!" as it silently got quieter the further he went. By this point everyone was scrambling! then three more cranes showed up, and on the loud speaker they said "New slaves are incoming! You will be replaced! Your daddy doesn't love you! Your mommy doesn't love you! You are in dispose- and it was then i realized i never wanted to dream again, drenched in slave labor sweat.

Had a long, very uncomfortably realistic dream about profiling and police brutality. One of the coppers had just started shooting me repeatedly when I finally awoke. Not my finest night's rest by any means, I give this dream a 3/10.

Somebody pinchma

What's pinchma?

Pinchma' balls i must be dreamin.

I was in a Barnes and Noble trying to find work. I think I was up in a little cafe segment of the store. There were a lot of people that I knew in-dream that in hindsight, were all toyally fictional. In the menu was a lot of potential jobs, including military ones. Apparently the bookstore was doubling as a PMC in this universe. I forget if I actually signed up for anything or not, but me, a couple friends and a fat girl left the store for greener pastures.

The parking lot looked like some shit out of chernobyl.overgrown, mostly abandoned. When we got in a jeep and tried to drive off, we were suddenly in the middle of a warzone. An american armored column was advancing and I did all kinds of skitz driving maneuvers to avoid incoming artillery. I don't know how we got through it, but eventually we reached an area similar to the Barnes and Nobles, what seemed to be a base camp for the military.

There were a lot of character dialogue scenes in this part. I won over some of the soldiers who were looking down on the fact that we were bookstore employees. A fee soldiers put together a midwest emo band and did a performance. Eventually I took my leave and ended up in what seemed to be a hotel room, with the fat girl from earlier. We got extremely horny, and since there was no chance to get laid later with the war and everything, we just went for it. The dream sex was excellent, although as always it was cut short.

I returned to the camp somehow, and people were trying to find someone among the bookstore soldiers that had some kind of special power. I'm not certain about the details here, but this all ended up with myself and some others out in a nearby city searching. We got ambushed by ninjas near a subway entrance, and we were opening fire on them wgen I awoke. My memory of everything is disjointed now but I do remember that throughout the actual dreaming process, the dream logic was very strong and everything flowed much smoother than it did in this retelling. With that smoother, more immersive feeling in mind, and the content that I do remember clearly, I think I still have enough to give this dream an 8/10.

i dreant that 4chan bought us out and

turned our website into a bunker for all thier jooz and troons so were overhauled and full of advertisements. it was total infiltration a nightmare of the worst my humble abode saovq was now saovjew and saovtroon.

Dreamt that I had a reunion with my hard-nippled friend from years ago. She bought me the entire box set of the original series of LOGH as a surprise. I was overcome with gayass emotion, and gave her a hug. Her nipples were once again hard to the touch, but I tried not to get too horny. We caught up for a long while and then got into some Whisper of the Heart-esque antics, with her holding onto me as I biked around showing her my city. She had a hippie RV as well, and at one point we took a break from biking ao I could help her park it somewhere.

I realize that we'd forgotten to take her gift along with us, so we tried backtracking to what was her home in this dream version of the city. We got lost and ended up accidentally walking into an aggressive satanist cult's lair. After some hijinks getting away from them, we made it back to my friend's place.

Things got a little steamy, and our faces ended up millimeters away from each other's, but we didn't kiss or fug right away. We started the LOGH collection and were finally about to get lewd when I awoke. All in all the environment and the events of this one were all stellar, dream logic was very solid throughout as well. 10/10, really makes you feel like you're the recipient of a hard-nipple hug again.

Had a dream that Ted Kaczynski became a pro-communist Polish president candidate and I was attending one of his speeches.

I was trying to get on bus 90 from the city to my apartment about a dozen kilometers away, but at that hour it'd have to go to the main bus station and then turn around and come back, wasting time. So I start walking towards my house, expecting the bus to catch up to me soon enough.

Somewhere along the way I wind up in an older, previously industrialized, now Berlinesque people's neighbourhood and jump a railing to make way for a group of dudes who're also going somewhere. Next to me is a display window presenting a Commodore 64 computer that someone's reworked to have a numeric keypad and two integrated 3,5" floppy drives. I ask one of the dudes for directions to the bus stop, and he tells me he'd show me the way but he'd have to ask me for 25 cents to do that cos effort ain't for free. I tell him to have a nice day, politely, because I have no coins.

Walking down the street I wind up indoors, a place that's recognizable as an entryway to someone's apartment. There's two children, aged six to eight, with fuzzy heads and bright eyes. I ask them where the exit is, because I'd rather like to get back out again. They point to a particleboard door painted white, the sort that you'd find in a public rental apartment's vestibule. I open the door and it leads into another vestibule with another, similar door. I open that door as well and it leads into more of the same, time and time again, until I come to the in-side of an apartment door. I open it, and one of the children (who've been following me, as it turns out) asks me how many doors did I count. I tell them it was uh, eight, I guess; and they laugh at me that it was nine! I tell them thanks, open the door, and step outside.

Outside, as it turns out, is an underground community of some kind. There's a small plaza with carpeted walls and what appears to be a desk with a guy standing behind it, leaning into a wall doing nothing. I walk towards a cobblestoned tunnel winding upward and to the left, but stop because someone has just painted a very long mural resembling a dragon's tongue on it with found paint shades of green, pale green, blue, and white, and I don't want to step on it for fear of damaging it. So I ask the woman who's been painting it how I could get out of here without disturbing the fresh art. She tells me that I could possibly go through the old storage area and then climb on top of the restaurant's roof and get out that way. I ask her if this'll kill me, because it sounds like some hardcore parkour right thur. She walks off and I follow her until I realize she's not showing me the way but only going about her whatevers.

I try to find my way around the mural, and notice that a good deal of the floor has been covered in soft foam and some sort of cloth, what my feet sink into about three to four inches deep. I work my way out of the foam and walk down a white-walled corridor leading downward, finding a room where the opposing wall comes down to about knee height, and there's a room on the other side but I'd have to roll under the wall to get over there. Two women come down the corridor pushing a wheelbarrow, and barely acknowledging my presence they open a door to a basement and go inside to put the wheelbarrow away. I don't follow them but instead go back up and try a different corridor.

The leader of my band led us around the city on a crime spree. It all started at the end of a show, he walked up to the manager of a club and gunned him down with a revolver. We then spent hours crammed in his Honda Civic trying to run from the law and murdering anyone who recognized his face. We'd almost made it to the Metra to escape when the feds found us and surrounded us. The arrest and interrogation played out pretty accurately until I woke up--they split us up, threatened us, beat us up for killing cops, etc etc. They were trying to make me agree to a deal if I snitched on the others when I awoke.

I had a dream that the world was coming to an end by means of loud farting everyday from everyone in the world so much so that the ozone dissipated and we all died from cancer from the sun because of farting so much everyday

Imagine having a sex dream but with some properly clumsy foreplay first, and when you go to penetrate her vagina the dream doesn't end, but instead you have a bit of difficulty, look down and adjust your angle, and then slide right in and get to the old back and forth. That's last night. She wasn't even that attractive, more like the kind of nominally overweight tomboy that's not young and cute at all, with tits that're unimpressive but also inoffensive.

Even in my dreams I've become middle-aged.

I dreamtened I was sitting on the face of a huge fat woman that occupied the whole bench in the cafeteria. She must have been at least 500kg, not only because of fat, but because she was also over 3 meters tall.

Just a general observation about dreams: I find myself having flashbacks to the dream I had the previous night as bedtime draws closer. Last night I had one of those dreams where you think some figure from the internet is someone you know IRL and it was ZUN this time.

>>1
Did I have this dream in 2015. It feels a lot more recent, and also decent.

Dreamt I, that I was somehow a playboye, and was fooling around with a lot of soft and squishy women that I met in school many years ago.
During a sexual sleepover I realised I forgot to contact one of them that I wanted to waifu the most. This annoyed me so much that I forced myself awake.

>>1
wew. i had this dream back in 1981 shunny boy. twas a hot shummer day

i dreamt that i was king hunya of the squisherinos and i was about to do some booty cooty kinoino but then i forgot the softener creamorino so i went to the local corner stororino but they didnt wanna helporino so i devised a schemorino to hit up the cute cashierorino on the loworino however she was a dykorino so it was a no'orino

I had two dreames:
In my first dream I went to the US of A to visit my uncle and my cousins in L. A. with my wife. I was thinking it was the westcoast all the time but the map actually showed the eastcoast, and more specifically Jacksonville and the naval base, although with a lot more aeroports around.
Around the area we drove in a taxi, looking at helicopters and planes in the air, while trying to get to a hotel somewhere, then something happened and up I woke.

In my secundo dream I had returned to the last year of highschool and was on a trip to the UK with my class. It was a very cheap hostel and because the class was majority girls I had to share the room with three other girls.
One of the girls was tall and fat and had literal clown-coloured hair ik a short afro style cut. The other girl was slim and petite and DFC, with long blonde hair (like Spiderman in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas). The third girl turmed out to be a black man and he left the room to hang out with other people of colour so it was only me and the two girls.
I was writing some homework at the desk when the tall fat girl walked past me and I made a very funny sound to her because I was deep in my thoughts (somehow I was lucid in this dream and could reflect upon my actions and associate). She smiled and told me something of approval, then went to her bed as it was really late.
I had to roll out my bed on the floor as well, and the fat girl had to walk past it to get to the toilet. As she did so, the slim girl walked naked in her part of the room and came by to say hi to me. She had a queen size bed that she threw herself naked on and spread her legs in the air and hinted to me that we should have the sex. Instead I left the room and went to hang with the people of colour, reminding her that I was married and showing her my ring. She came after me after she dressed up in a really weird dress (still wearing the towel on her head as her hair was still wet), and I was standing next to the arab man who was talking to the black man in a really rundown backyard of the hostel. The girl came to stand next to me, threw her head back, and up I woke.

Had one where you could buy a Suika doll online, and they were really cheap if you bought them in bulk, like $150 for 30 of them. And it has a feature where you control it with an app and her face lights up and says lines. Needless to say I gave one to a lady and her daughter in a grocery store.

dreamt that the bulgarians call cows tablecats

they call them chickens

Had a dream that I was lying completely naked on the floor, showing off my huge (like one-metre long) cock to a group of people of various ages and genders (from college-aged black art hoes to white balding glasses-wearing boomers), until it suddenly went flaccid and they got disappointed and I woke up.

wew. glad you woke up, flaccid peepee boy

had a dream that due to some unspecified action of mine that led to moth infestation in our house my family decided to exile me. but then World War II began and they all got conscripted and I returned home. only to find Vladimir Nabokov sitting in the kitchen. I asked him if he feels sorry for me and he said no because I've never read any of his works

Something about not having enough olive oil? But I do, in the World of the Awoken.

I was in the middle of some sci fi crime spree/prison break. It seemed like everyone was some kind of mercenary or pirate, and the aesthetic/tech level was similar to like, Star Wars EU shit. We were running through the streets fighting and running from police, and there was a slight tactical element as I seemed to be in charge.

I forget if it was a wake n fake or still connected but I was then on a military base in germany. My gf was stationed there working in some kind of tiki bar. I walked around and got nostalgic for a while before running into some of the mercenary types from the earlier dream. We went to an airstrip and got into a large troop carrier plane. There was a storm coming in and the flight attendant said "this is the last flight that the FCC allowed to go out before the storm hit."

Hard cut and our plane got completely caught up in the dirge. The pilot was flying super low over a german forest just to avoid lightning and other shit. We hit several branches but didn't crash. I remember there was some character development with the other surviving mercs but I forget specifics.

We landed in a town that was home to an ancient river pirate's boat and diary. This part was mostly exploration and talking as I visited the tiny museum related to the pirate and his crew. I was walking deeper into town and side-eyeing cute girls as I tried getting to the docks when I woke up. Overall this dream was exciting, the settings and scenarios were super varied, and I got to explore a very relaxing and intriguing town at the end. 9/10, would rate even higher if I had remembered more specifics on the character interactions with the mercenary/criminal team.

Submarine sandwich recipe from a dream:
1. Cheese
2. Butter
3. Boiled eggs sliced in half
4. Tbsp of salt
5. Sunflower oil
6. Meat
7. Tbsp of sugar

I dreamded I was going to have sex with my wife and her sister in a luxury hotel. My wife had tribal paintings on her naked body and her sister (whomst only exist in a dream) would complain that our collective pubes felt like harsh brushes or something. We kept getting interrupted by my coworker so I had to go to another hotelroom to sort out some packages with him.

Had a false awakening and went for my phone to record the dream. Now I don't remember anything other than it having something to do with Heinrich Himmler.

A muscular Hitler politely questioning me in my room after I broke my neighbors' window? Second Nazism-related dream this month. Weird.

>>503
the spirit lives among us

It was some kind of spy/assassin thriller. I was part of a cohort trying to assassinatr some really old man for some reason. The setting was unclear but I think it was supposed to be an american military base in europe.

The heist was going to be to murder him at the top of this large, old stone tower thing that was a tourist attraction. Me and a couple others befrjended him early on and then we were helping him slowly make it to the top, since the way was kind of treacherous. It seemed like he knew what was up, but was fully accepting of it and genuinely glad for the company and how respectful we seemed to be about doing this to him. As we went, everybody involved started getting cold feet about killing this guy, especialy since I don't think any of us knew why we were doing it. The most stoic/resolute one as we got toward the top was this tall jacked dude, he was sort of the Jigen of the group.

When we reached the overlook at the top, heavy rain started coming down and we had to shelter the old man as we moved out onto this platform thing. By this point assassin morale was shot. The big guy, I'll call him Jigen for now, subtly pulled me to the side and said "I don't want to do it anymore." I agreed wholeheartedly, but then the first twist dropped. He told me to take some of the other flaky guys and go back because he was going to kill the old man himself. He said to just be ready the next day.

Now we were all stressed about being part of this crime, worried for the old man and walking back down toward the town. On the way back to where my apartment was this dog was fucking another dog and he looked at me and telepathically said, "shit's crazy right?"

"What?" I asked, and the talking dog repeated himself. We conversed for a while, mostly about the assassination and how worried we were about the whole situation. He said some encouraging words that I don't remember while smoking a stick of stir fry meat/vegetables. At the end, I started walking back to my domicile and said "thanks, Talking Dog!"

BUT THEN there was a cutscene, an out of body look back to the stone tower. The talking dog had a fucking wire, he was a plant from the Army and he'd just gotten enough of a confession out of us to arrest/kill at least me if not several others. A sniper on the tower started firing these little tracker tracer things in a wide square around the point where the talking dog had talked to us--I started stressing out hardcore because I realized this was probably the area they'd start searching for us, and everyone knew our faces and possibly heard us hanging out with this stupid fucking dog.

Cut back to me, I think the next day, and I stealthed over to Jigen's spot. He was cooking a shitton of empanadas on a skillet. He clowned me for ratting, roughed me up while I tried to explain, but eventually forgave me. We were planning how to succeed at the assassination given the extremely hot operating zone when I woke up.

Less detailed dreams last night included my tomboy gf violently sitting on my face, and this strange segment attached to the assassin dream where I was also Charlie Brown. Overall very fun and exciting sequences to be part of, and I didn't go over it in detail but the setpieces throughout were gorgeous. 8.5/10

Dream #692 "The Big Floppa"

I had completed my supplies so i went out to drive my way into shopping. I arrived at the local superstore because i needed foods and supplies moreover i wanted to look at the new clothes and accessories. Upon arriving i parked near the giant pond resembling a lake however there were only a couple cars because it was night and a man sitting at the dock with his bike beside him. he was kind of in my way so i decided to greet him. I told him how much i like bikes and am deciding to go green. We ended up talking minutes on end about different bike parts and how they effect the speed and ride until all of a sudden we heard a light flop on the water. we both looked an it was a big shark whale about the size of a car. it was splishing and floppin about in an adorable way. We were both in awe wowwing at the sight. Then the whale shark slowly slithered through the water and got close opening its mouth. The biker looked and me and jumped into its mouth. I then awoke from this non sexual wet dream.

the best dreams are those where you know the task of putting them into words is insurmountable

Chaotic dreams again.Fragments of memories of everything from my life and my day mixed into rapidly flashing and fading sequences of randomness. I keep getting these dreams that just take me everywhere at once recently. Can I dream in parallel?

>>503
he kindly wants you to do better

I dreamedened I was in a weird facility that dealt with various kinds of molecular and bioengineerical sciences. It was like a sci-fi structure with one main room in the middle and two smaller ones on the sides inside a bunker, and the two side room shad smaller rooms like laboratories with big open glass sectiones connected to the elaborately greebled grey structure beneath.
I rummaged through stuff until the supervisor or some authoritative older man told me off.
Then I went to hang with negro footballers in the champions league for a bit, telling them how much I like the sport and such. One looked like Pogba. This was really weird. I never have dreams like this

>>511
link bot dreams of links?

went to a sweet shop looking for salted licorice, the nice lady didn't have any.
when I realized I was dreaming, I was all like fuck walking, let's fly around. so i did

hadded a dreme I accidentally made a bunch of posts on this website containing nothing but random numbers. even though I apologized for my retardation, capey blocked me from SAOVQ, instead redirecting me to a certain other website, because as he explained to me my numbers were a secret code for his girlfriend's name, which is "Melissa Mednes"

I was running around at night with the tomboy gf. She was drunk, and I was trying to navigate our way back to our apartment. After wandering for a while we were in the yard of a large apartment building that wasn't ours--the tomboy didn't realize this, and boldly opened the front door. She didn't process that the actual owner of the apartment was in there and terrified, so I had to quickly and stealthily lead her back out the front door. As soon as we closed the door again we made a break for it.

Other antics in the dream included stealing a mail LLV together, running from the USPS and the police, and a drunken standoff against our pursuers outside of a gas station. I forget what the conclusion was but I think we were winning them over with talk no jutsu.

I discovered a 9th-century BC corpse and I wanted to sell it for two million dollars. I entrusted my girlfriend (as in a friend who is a girl) with doing so on my behalf, but she only managed to sell a tiny piece of the corpse's tooth for 100$ before a janny named Herg blocked my account on the website where we were trying to sell it. (The dream itself was much more interesting and dramatic than I described it here, and for just the tiniest moment after I woke up I thought it was real. Unfortunately I don't remember enough details to give the full picture.)

just remembered a yume, of myself and some other lad retreating away from a raid on our enemies, hiding behind a smokescreen

Dreamt I was in this skeevy cyberpunky dump of an apartment, trying to cut a deal to sell some contraband to an equally skeevy guy... several illegal weapons... and a fake corpse of Elon Musk that I was trying to get him to buy at a discount because "this model was made 10 years ago and he doesn't look like that any more".

Me and my friend stole an ambulance and he was driving it so sloppily and fast that we would bump into, and break, road signs and other shit. We then became couriers for a local crime gang in the hope that they'll protect us from speeding charges. This plan made perfect sense in the dream, though not so much in The world of the Awoken.

I dreamt I was moving house, and for some reason someone's cute tomboy cousin was also there helping or something like that. My mouth and cheeks were stuffed with yesterday's chocolate and I was picking out great big lumps of it with my hands, compromising my knack for words at first. She was joking with me that it'd be a good idea to get my heavy stereo speakers out of the third-floor apartment by throwing them off the balcony where the freshly-fallen first snow would cushion their impact. We both had an irreverent laugh.

a cute, nude blonde asked me to scratch her back but, like, in a lewd way

I've had multiple dreams recently about moving into a new house, but it is all really weird. The last dream was first me looking at this bog house in the countryside that had at least 10 stoves in the kitchen floor spread all over the place like it was an industrial kitchen but was executed like someone was hoarding. It also had a large farm animal "tarp tub" kind of contraction that you use to soak and clean large farm animals but for the owners of the house, and they did not live on a farm or have animals. The woman of the house walked down naked from the kitchen floor to show me how it worked (she was in her late 50s or so and her tits and vagina were flapjacks but her butt was somehow still very nice). Afterwards I was in a moving truck with my father who complained about automatic transmission being weird as he was helping me move stuff into the house. The car was driving all over the street as he could not seem to make it stop, but could reverse and turn it around. Then I walked around the neighbourhood and saw the Goldeneye-museum again (which I have seen in a previous dream), but since I was trying to find my in-dream girlfriend/wife I knew I had no time for it, so instead I attended a local shibainu grooming competition because I somehow knew if I did she would show up, and she did. We looked at the doges for a bit but it was all really weird as it was right next to a huge waterfall and people had to traverse the river to get rated and pet the doges. Then somehow up I woke.

Was watching the production of a Blutengel music video that involved a giant Baphomet puppet. Then got on the computer and some EULA terms popped up but instead of being text to read it was read out loud in a Darth Vader voice.

Ihas a dream that my legs flip turned upside down and started spinning at high rotary humming bird wing speeds. I was *soysoysoysoy*ing down the street and even saw my friend doing it! he said he was on his was to zimbabwe so i was like cool dude! im going north norweigia. And thus a new way of transport was created. Moreover it was so legit we only needed to eat to fuel hyper-torpic rotary legs. It was, how they say, going green to the finest. When i awoke i had peed myself

some guy slaughtering live sheep while talking about how Taylor Swift's latest song is actually about a girl asking another girl for permission to lick her asshole

I got a superpower that allowed me to safely and painlessly land after every jump, so I used it to repeatedly jump off the fifth story of a high-rise building. Why? I don't know. I am 100% certain there was some rationale behind it in the yume, but I don't remember it.

aah, fall dreams. entirely normal. many people get them at some occasion

i dremtid i climbed into a pick up truck with extra long about ten foot walls. i used the metal bars lining the sides as leverage. little knowing there were no bars inside when i got there i was stuck. waited a couple hours until some guy started the car and went driving. all the while i was calling my friend to get me out an with phone inhand i started to knock on the peek window and the guy saw and parked the car, then i woke

Dreamed I was wandering around a big supermarket parking lot and there were a bunch of those metal wire shelves set up outside. Each item on the shelves was something I'd forgotten for an inordinately long time in my fridge/cupboards, ranging from "hey, this is still edible" (salty hot dogs) to "throw this away without even opening the tupperware/ziplock bag because this has clearly turned into putrid sludge" (and also "raisin bread, why the hell is there raisin bread, I don't even like raisin bread?")

raisin bread? oh dude, no. raisin bread is a telltale sign of being gay. you might become gay soon

>>531
I'm not even a frog tho

the dream opened like a garage hanger door rising on a giant water ship however it was eye level with the ocean surface, moreover it wasnt a jet. it was a odd trapezoidal triangular submarine like that new meme car. and yea it did have a gasoline motor. The documents said it had a hundred gallon tank and could traverse one whole ocean in a full fuel up thanks to its fuel efficient inverse fan motor. its view resembled a giant tarnished coin on the water surface. it was only able to go an estimate of 100 meters under water at most. this was a top secret shallow water high speed submarine. it was a view of a orange blue sunrise and i was cruising this thing around borders of uninhabited lands and enjoying flora and fauna i had never seen before. it was amazing seeing some sea critters to the sides of the cockpit window. it was such a viewtiful dream

I ordered a chocolate and strawberry ice cream from a particular company. But, in the real world, the company actually makes ketchup.

Dreamed I was wandering around a big backyard with a broken fence first thing in the morning, looking at the sunrise-lit clouds in the sky and thinking "I should practice painting those clouds, why do I never do that?" Then the sky turned all cloudy and overcast and I was like "Oh, that's why, this always happens." Then an annoying neighbor came by and started talking to me through the holes in the fence, and told me about some thing that was supposed to help me quit smoking to which I replied "Thanks, but I never smoked in the first place."

i dreamed i was at the gates of a water park and the guy asked me for a ticket i didnt have while giving me a bag of tickets he seemingly collected from entree folk. i took the bag. threw all the tickets in the air and walked in. i enjoyed some of pools and talked to some people and left. upon leavin the big muscular life guard said id better leave and mever come back cause the park manager was looking for me

Dreamt I was fighting a small alligator (maybe a baby?) in front of a cheap motel that kept biting me and holding me down, at one point rolling me into the road where I worried about getting run over, but no one came by. Eventually adrenaline raged out and ripped its whole snout off, then woke up just as I was going to assess how bad the bite damages were.

crikey

I dreamed i went into a pawn shop and got to the front desk where they had a lon horizontal assortment of watches in a glass case and i found this watch that had the day the date and a number from 1-365 for which day of the year it was on. very unique as watches dont have that. i told the cashier wow this is a beauty. He then gave it another look and said idk how this got here. its a speedmaster (some wierd luxury brand from my dream) he keeped googling at it some more and i told him its a quartz though and while he was looking i realized there was no price tag on the watch. i knew they would drive the price up to sky-rocket proportions. then i awoke

something about a fully clothed guy with glasses at a swimming competition near Hawaii getting his leg stuck in seaweed and dying of a cardiac arrest but then resurrecting

there was a vulnerability on SAOVQ that let everyone see the IP of the last user who uploaded an image by posting a specific regex; capey made it impossible to post on the site in response

awkward dream of a dutch oven in a dublin apartment that smelt of brrnt dingleberries and cooked gophers. had to evacuate everyone as the truck came to put out the flames there were on fumes. fumes so gnarly that everyone in sniff.jpg vicinity passed out cartoon style. their eyes went boing, rolled inside their head *ding* as they fell into sleep

Dreamt that the tomboy was laying on top of me with her sizeable ass rubbing my dick. She said "pull on my nipples REALLY HARD, like, REALLY hard, okay??" I worked to fulfill her request, and she was about to cum from the aggressive nipple devastation when I awoke. Obviously this dream means that I'm going into withdrawal symptoms and am in dire need for another tomboy sex bender

Dreamt that the tomgorl was laying on top of me with his sizeable dick rubbing my squish. he said "hold my dick REALLY HARD, like, REALLY hard, okay??" I worked to fulfill his request, and he was about to cum from the aggressive destroy dick devastation when I awoke. Obviously this dream means that I'm going into withdrawal symptoms and am in dire need for another tomgorl sex bender

I had a dream that I was in a RPG like scenario where my party was myself, Naruto, Vega/Bison from Street Fighter II, and Daniel Bryan with a poopy diaper on.

I was part of some kind of future pirate band. It was unclear at times whether we were space pirates or just water pirates on one planet in some kind of space/intergalactic sci fi setting We got called in by Reuental from LOGH, who was in charge of another pirate group, to visit an island base that they had taken over. Upon sailing there though we found out that everyone there was dead in gory ways, and all that was left were Mass Effect-esque zombies and crawly-aliens. In the following shootout, we got some exposition that Reuental had betrayed the pirates somehow, and that we had the strength to ally and stop him before but now that was fucked for some reason. We fled to our boats and were sailing to go find other surviving pirate groups or fight Reuental or something.

I awoke briefly, and after jerking off to pics of my gf and falling asleep again I found myself in what seemed to be a co-op variant of the same dream. Very similar events happened in the same order, but now the gf was also present and also a member of our pirates. The shootout section was a little more stressful that time around, because I was trying to coordinate the other pirates' movements while also trying to keep her by getting murked by monsters. The end of the dream lasted a little longer this time, and we were actually approaching a large mountain-like island on our boats and discussing the plan to kill Reuental when I awoke. Overall strong 9/10 dream, the worldbuilding and settings were super fun and fleshed out and the dream logic was easy enough to follow along with.

I was out on a date at a bar with the tomboy. It was some kind of venue, with a stage and some musicians setting up to play. There was a second room which was some kind of forest scene I think? I remember sitting and getting handsy on some grass near a tiny waterfall.

At some point the tomboy was being replaced by several other people who make me horny, but dream logic said that these different people were also still her somehow. I was apprehensive at one point about cheating when she turned into a specific girl, but the strong dream-assumption that it was still actually the tomboy won out and we did a lot of horny shit in that forest room.

We went over to the bar/stage side again to get drinks. They had a giant rack of cake slices at the register, and we both thought about getting one. I specifically wanted a red velvet cake. I asked for one, and took a couple bites from it before the container it was kept in toppled out of my hand and it splattered on the ground. I asked the attendant if I could actually buy another, and started grabbing up the fallen cake with my hands. I confided in the possibly-not-tomboy that I wouldn't buy another because of how unbelievably dry the cake I was grabbing was. It was like shoveling handfuls of dry soil. We escaped back toward the stage.

By this point, the tomboy had shifted again into an actual boy. I was incredibly horny at this point from getting teased by so many hot people, and I was contemplating whether or not the tomboy-boy could take my penis in her (his?) current form. I awoke after the boy version ran around like naruto while singing part of one of the anime's theme songs.

Had a dream that SAoVQ has a really active Facebook group devoted entirely to the sexual harassment of Shii. Then Airskadt posted something about how sexual harassment of Shii is getting stale and everyone stopped posting immediately, having been overcome by shame.

I was driving around late at night and made it into the parking lot of a large Target. As I was walking inside a mustang with tinted windows pulled into the lot. I realized soon after that the driver was my hot goth friend from high school. When she noticed me she waved and jumped out of the car.

I asked her what the fuck she was doing this far across the country in a Target parking lot at 3:25 am. She replied "I'm high as shit man," and we entered the store together with her hanging onto my arm. I remember having a brief moment of apprehension that looking out for my stoned companion might look weird to onlookers, but I quickly decided fuck em and went on with it.

Somewhere around here the dream morphed into me playing music at a bar with some of my friends. We had the first song figured out but we were all still busy setting up our gear. I think we had just managed to start playing when things changed again.

I woke up briefly and upon going back to bed I was strolling around a grocery store with two of my good friends. One pointed out a crazy deal on beers. "Check it out man, only 2.99 for this pack." But I wanted to examine them closer, in case we weren't seeing something. One of the beers in each pack were covered in faded red prices, presumably other price cuts before it ended up on this bargain shelf. I couldn't tell what price was the actual one, although I did see one especially faded "22.99" price which I suspected was what my friend had seen.

The beer friend went to look in another aisle. My second friend was browsing beside me when a man sprinted up and got very close to him in the classic "I have a gun you don't see" posture. I pretended to ignore all this amd floated further away while a second man approached and told my friend they wanted to go shopping.

A tense few minutes passed. I'd slipped away so I could find a good opportunity to fight back, but I needed a weapon. I pretended to grab groceries, picking up a couple loaves of bread and some dairy, before finding a cooking pot aisle that was fucking stacked. I picked up a round, deep skillet with a very long handle, and I knew I wouldn't get a better chance than this.

They were over by the meat and fish now. I still flaked several times, waiting until they definitely didn't notice me or seemed to be looking my direction. Finally I gritted my teeth, dropped the fake groceries, quietly ran up, and swung full-force at the nearest robber's head with the skillet.

I missed once, I think, but he still ended up on the ground. He got out one confused "FUCK" before I went apeshit, smashing his head several times and striking his arm/torso a lot as well. The other assailant vanished at this point--it's unclear whether he fled the scene, or if the dream had lightly shifted for there to be one robber instead of two. Either way my buddy was safe and there was a crippled body nearby, so we ran oufside as fast as we could.

The parking lot was an idyllic scene. It was either sunrise or sunset. We wrapped around the side of the building and found trees on a road median that bore apples. We chomped on a couple and hung out before I said "wait, if the cops come it'll look pretty bad if we run. Maybe we should head back in." We deliberated a little further before finally deciding that was the best call.

On the way in, the tomboy pulled into the parking lot. My friend said, "you'd better watch out if she's wearing THAT to your date!" I turned and saw she was wearing an incredibly tight T-shirt that had a lot cut out of it to expose her muscular torso. I made a comical GULP sound when she approached, and she held hands with me as I filled her in on the situation. Shortly after, an attendant approached me and said "could we talk in the back for a minute?" I was about to comply when I realized the body of the robber had disappeared. This made me briefly go lucid, and I got very meta about the situation. I was paranoid that this would lead to a shift in the dream if I went with this man, and that it was trying to go sour. I didn't want to abandon my friend or the tomboy, but I figured that they'd be safe and happy IRL anyway so there wasn't a real downside in just voluntarily waking up right then and there. I flipped the store attendant off and bailed out.

Overall a very involved night of dreaming. Each setting was very well-crafted, the simulations of my peers were sturdy and believable, and the generally happy endings to each sequence of dreams was a pleasant change of pace. I'll give this anthology of dreams an 8.5/10

Had a dream i was in a partying scenario with ryu/ken from street fighter alpha 3, monkey d. loofy doing yoga, and megaman inflating like a giant blueberry

The girl in the first post is a woman in her thirties now.

Jews cause problems wherever they go. They support and promote each other and then become too powerful. They use mind tricks, they steal, they cheat. And when anyone has a problem with any of this, they whine about anti-semetism. Witness how they constantly bitch about the Holocaust. And then go and murder the Palestinians. (not all Jews are like this - but most of them are)

i had a dream jews and palestinians got what they want and coexisted in peace

had a dream I was trying to look at some pictures on my computer but the image viewer would corrupt the images or crash with an error like "image's outline¹ exceeds image's height¹"

I was a frail woman of questionable ethnicity, I think I was somewhere in the middle east but I couldn't really tell. There was a huge gathering of people that were forcing me to sit on my knees in front of them as part of a trial for war criminals in Gaza. I knew I wasn't a JEWS and hadn't done anything to them, but I had no legal representation and had resigned myself to going through the trial/eventual execution with honor. The legal proceedings proceeded and at one point they wanted to prove that I had martial abilities(??) so I had to spar my gf, who was trained in jiu jitsu. We were rolling around in the dirt while quietly trying to discuss an escape plan when I awoke.

Dreamt I was in Israel on a holiday tour and confronting an elderly jewish couple about their zionism. The woman turned dark red, the man purple. They just left without talking. I spent some more time watching as the settlement turned into a compound made by the Build Engine. Then I got up from the seating group, went outside, and up I woke.

I helped a friend move a very peculiar piano into his studio. It only had about an octave and a half of keys, and a series of switches and buttons on it changed the scale/quality of the scale that those keys played. Another friend was conspiring about using the piano and the studio to record when I awoke.

Dream two was me drumming in a rock band. The drumming physics were 1:1, very accurate and fun. The band was kind of like lower than atlantis or something. I remember the sound/vibe very well but I forget most of the lyrics--I just remember the vocalist screaming "AND I'M THE SAAAAAAAAAAAME!!!" right before a big drop. I woke up after the song ended and we started milling around with the audience.

i had a dream i was in a night lounge with people whom were all socializing sitting on the floor beside the wall's and tabled chairs. i had to take a leak so i went to the bathroom which was spacious though overly crowded. i went into the open stall which looked fine, however the inside had no walls. i did by business and got out to explore the surrounding.

One dream took place in this digital, roblox-esque gameworld. Everybody was furry, or just straight up animals. The style was sort of like Hello Kitty or Aggretsuko or something. I forget a lot of the plot but I remember it being generally very dark compared to the aesthetics--a lot of characters died or had very grim subplots. One I do remember is a cat woman and her daughter who were struggling with a divorce/custody. I think some of the other characters were aware of being in a digital world and were trying to break out? I remember a turtle character who eventually got killed, but I don't remember how.

In another dream I was watching a secret Purpleeyeswtf channel where he was worldbuilding for a fire emblem-like video game. He spoke with a british accent on all the videos for this channel but it was clearly still him, I thought. One video was a top-down view of his art table as he grinded his cock on a drawing of a muscular anime girl. I remember getting very turned on by the way he grinded and eventually came on it, and I rewinded the video several times before waking up. I'll hold off on a rating since I don't remember enough of the first dream, but I feel like I remember it being very involved and interesting. I'll spend more time recollecting before moving around, next time I rise from a dream.

i had one of those five nights at freddy-like dreams. i woke up in a dark room surrounded by dolls of the hatsune miku variety and scattered plastic cards that had all reached thier credit limit and a phone in the middle of the room with its screen lit sitting right under a hanging, dimly lit, light bulb. i went to grab the phone and the screen read "do you want to play a game?"

then the door opened from ahead with a slight rusty creak and fluttering feet leaving the area. *tip tap tip tap tip tap* like fancy shoe heels hittin the cement. then the light started flickering following a generator shutdown sound. "VYOOOM".the room went from dim to abyss within a minute. good thing i had this phone so i pulled the applications tab and opened the flashlight while hearing maniacal laughter fading away into the background. i soon felt a wierd sensation on my leg from pissing myself probably. i then walked into the door opening and stepped into a large crunching sound. the floor was purposefully filled with syringes. i started to make way through the path sliding away the needles as i heard a hiss. seems like there were a few snakes in the room who were extremely hostile because of the needles. i carefully tiptoed with long strides onto the stairway when i hear 1960'esque classical music. hesitant to walk completely up i shut off the flashlight. and every step up the stairs was dreadful with the old staircase bending and creaking under the lightest pressure of my feet. to make things worse i heard other creaks of people walking. with bravery i went upstairs where suddenly a large man squng open the door laughing maniacally like the types of which had lightning in the background. he exclaimed "will it be monopoly or blackjack?!"

i picked up dating, and although I was very shy and awkward, teh girls complimented me heavily, and then I woke up

keep dreamin bud

George W. Bush

I forgot some crucial details after waking but I do remwmber being on some sort of road trip and picking up a wide range of strange companions--Luigi, Mario, a cop who deserted his job with his armor and gun, a few Neverland-type boys. I especially remember one who looked vaguely like Snufkin and liked collecting flutes amd wine corks. We were driving around in my car and a beat up 90s van, maybe a volkswagen bus or something. We were trying to get somewhere, but for the life of me I can't remember where. Some sort ot promised land situation maybe?

Our adventures led us to this shitty little rich people town. I don't remember why but we were sneaking around people's properties on foot. Stealing things for the road? Who knows. But this was where things went south.

Passing by one house we heard low growling. A crazy dog was going to expose us. I called for us all to scatter, and we started running through backyards and I think also through parts of some people's homes. Unfortunately, as the area was affluent, the cops showed up quickly and soon we were all rounded up by our cars.

They interrogated us and stuffed us back into our cars so we could drive to the station under escort. Luigi, the ex cop and a couple Neverland boys were in my car. "So much for that," I remember one of them saying. "Where can we go now?" "Mexico," the flute boy replied. "If we shake them and get to Mexico we'd be alright." We planned to burn rubber at the right time and try to escape.

We were premature though. I punched it and we made it a little ways through the town but a cop cruiser smashed into us and the car tumbled into a playground or some other kind of mound/hill area.

We were crawling from the wreckage. Our friends in the second car sped up to us. The driver yelled "get in guys, we can fit all of you in here--" but another cruiser eradicated them. They rolled with the hit and the van blew up.

We were now surrounded by cops again. I think at least me and Luigi and the ex-cop were getting cuffed. I remember this was when it was revealed that a couple of the neverland boys had killed that barking dog earlier, prompting the police crackdown. I cursed them for doing something that drastic.

Suddenly attentuion returned to the wreckage of the van, and my own wrecked car. The flute boy and another kid pulled themselves from my wreck. Flute boy was heavily injured but he started collecting his flutes and corks from the debris and backed up to the fire from the van. "Fuck that," he said, "I'm going out on my own fucking terms, my way!" He ignited one of the corks, which was somehow secretly an atomic bomb of impossible magnitude. I forget if we survived or if we were wiped out with him, but the last segment was just out of body watching the explosion while I (the character or the viewer, I'm not sure anymore) mused that this would alert aliens to our presence on the planet.

There's more plot and character building I know I'm forgetting, but I'm still giving this dream a 9/10. It was incredibly immersive, intense during the chase scenes, and it felt like there was some kind of larger story at hand that I was only getting a snapshot of.

I wrote a post in the farting thread in a very fancy, almost biblical style, which I thought would be pretty funny due to the contrast betweens its content and its style, but when I posted it it turned into some Nazi word salad that didn't even have anything to do with farts. I wanted to apologize for my sleepiness, but then I remembered that I'm the only person in the world (i.e., solipsism), so there's no point in apologizing to anyone.

I have a dream from my childhood I've never been able to forget for some reason.
It's the only dream like that.

I was doing everyday things in my house, when suddenly I felt a presence. This presence had no emotion nor opinion, it was merely there and staring at me.
I then felt cold as my body began to move on its own towards the kitchen. I was made to grab a knife and then I began to slice my left hand up like a loaf of bread. There was no blood, no pain, not even any resistance when cutting. Just this fuzzy feeling and it felt all wrong.
I woke up as I was approaching my wrist. I felt weird, my hand was uncomfortable but it was unharmed. I never dreamt anything similar again.
Hardly ever dreamt again.

Damn, remembering this story has me feeling cold and fuzzy in my left hand.

Classic reprecussions of masterbation.
This happens when your sperm badly want to begin cell multiplication but keep meetin your hand. Moreover in which it wants your hand to become a fetus then-in-which the pinky and thumb develop into it's own hands and the index, middle, and ring combine forming and brain atop while falling of the nails occurs. This is done to create space for head and face development overall making your hand have a mind of its own.
This is the reason you have dreams of cutting your hand off.
I suggest switching hands.

Had a dream (a nighmarely, really) that the SAOVQ domain name expired and it got bought out by some "Paul Graham/LessWrong/rationalism/effective altruism/cryptocurrency/NFT/AI" techbro blogger, with horseshit posts like "Superbarometals: Should you be afraid of the coming technosingularity?"

Last night I dreamt that me and a hot tomboy were driving around in an old Scion. I think it was a road trip, or traveling to a show? We screwed up and made a wrong turn at an exit and ended up on this giant grass-covered hill overlooking a vast expanse.

Down in this huge valley, four giant structures were scattered around. It looked like a couple were down in the valley, and a couple were higher up on similar hills. They looked like the Bahai temple but even more fuckhuge and highlighted on some parts with this rich, dark green. On the hill we stood on were a couple houses further away, and the suggestion of more people living past these bushes/trees and the road we were just on. We were captivated by the scene and I remember thinking that it all felt very poignant. We were planning on playing badminton in the grass when I awoke.

Tonight, I dreamt that the rapper Wax was not a 40-something year old man, but an EXTREMELY passable catboy/femboy. He made a couple posts on social media that I was perusing. In one, he was in a bra and skirt playing saxophone on a giant hill in a field. For some reason I was sure it was in Florida. In the other post, he was mugging/flexing in a mirror with this hot pink catboy wig on. His face was shifting a little in this scene, I don't remember if this was intentional--I.E. the character having some sort of influencer filter on in the post--or if it was just funky dream engine glitches. Either way, I remember musing that he looked great, and attributed it in part to the fact that he was bald so he was a great fit for e-girl wigs and the like.

YWNGATGF
you will never get a tomboy gf

I keep having these dreams where I go to Israel and everyone is acting really weird, there is sun and sand everywhere, and the most inbred-looking children with the birthest defects are trying to talk some kind of hebrew to me. They circle around me as I walk around exploring the place and I am more afraid of getting some disease from them than anything else.
Everyone keeps me under watch as I am a goy but somehow no one but the kids acknowledge my existence. The elders are are all waddling about in extremely light and revealing summer clothing doing laundry and grocery shopping.

i've had to rebuke a cute chick's advances by telling her that I don't remember my phone number, and then I had an even cuter chick grab me by the shoulders, stare at me like I'm some kind of god, and breathlessly whisper "This is love" but then I said something incredibly misogynistic and she left crying.
thank goodness this has only happened in a dream, or I would have had to kill myself
Hypnos must be staring down at me in disbelief

Dreamt I was still with my ex. She was out DJing on the radio while I was sitting around her apartment sewing. It was dark in there and I think cold too. Her roommate came home with a couple friends to have a modest orgy. They were milling about up and downstairs while I kept sewing on top of this blanket/rug in the living room. I think I was listening to my ex's show on the radio as well.

At some point I started thinking that one of the guests wasn't just wearing a fursuit and was in fact some kind of bear. I kept noticing it running around the house and it was becoming a more and more dangerous situation. I forget if I already confronted it once here or not. Either way, the Ex came home and walked in with groceries. I was trying to tell her "don't leave the front door open, there's a bear," but she didn't hear even when I shouted. When she did hear, she was already in the kitchen so I ran and shut the door.

But by now she'd already fucked up. I remember at least one baby bear and the grown one. They were running around freaking out and they even bit one of our cats. So then we were physically fighting these bears while also scrambling to rescue our kittens and call the vet. I circled out to my car for something, at some point aquiring a sword or baseball bat or something.

I believe I remember more interactions with Ex and with her roommates, and at least one more skirmish with the bears. We were trying to get out of that area with the help of law enforcement, I think, but there was trouble in the call.

The last major scene was seeing a clock radio's innards and noting there was some kind of microbe multiplying ridiculously fast inside of it. Going back inside, Ex was somewhere with her friends, but I needed to set up a call to get our injured/bit cats taken care of. As I was working, the bit one started spazzing and attacking other kittens. I put together it was The Thing rules, and started swinging with the sword/bat and desperately asking Ex to help me kill the now-transforming kitten before it was too late. The baby bear might have been here at that point too.

I broke up with my ex yesterday and can definitely read a LOT of this dream as being allegory/metaphors for the dynamics of the relationship, and a roundabout recap of what led to the breakup. This dreamer would like to remind everyone to only stick around with someone who is capable of conmunicating with you.

Volume of Christology (2003 video game)

basically a 3D adventure vidya game where you play as a sinful girl who somehow ended up in heaven and you have to try to be as holy as Jesus or something. apparently considered one of da best vidya games ever created

My friend and I were entering my house (note- not my current one, one I lived in as a kid) to play music when several white people followed us in. They were the stock, square american kind, almost a caricature of "white"ness like some side characters out of an 80s movie. They started wandering around and picking through things. I noticed after some time and ran back up to try and kick them out. I pulled a knife and was ushering them toward the door when another friend who was hanging out on the couch said that he knew them. He said they were very strange but meant well. I was overcome with relief and regret that I'd been so cruel if they were actually decent albeit kind of retarded people. I believe they and their kids still filtered out the front door.

Returning to the basement I was distraught to find my cat down there, as I never try to let him in the music studio. He did a little running dance thing like Snoopy and then took off toward this other half of the basement. I employed my friends to help me find him.

There were huge additions to the basement that actually ended up being some kind of labyrinth. Right there by the stairs was a full gym, and several hot women were working out. Proceeding further it turned into some kind of resort or maybe an especially ornate apartment complex on a snowy mountain range. I was overstimulated and confused but eventually it appeared that my cat was okay, and never straying too far from my side.

Next was a particularly grueling sequence where a vibraphone had to be carried down a particularly winding, tight ramp/stairway. I was aided by a random pedestrian who in hindsight might have been one of the home invading white people from earlier. I tried to make the desperation of us carrying this heavy instrument clear, and while there was some struggle we pulled it off.

Now in another underground section, we came across a full recording studio. A hot girl was sitting at the console listening to an album that I had recently made. On the wall across from her were the monitor speakers and 20 or 30 major pieces of audio equipment, stuff like preamps, effects things, a number of turntables that were all spinning. I forget what me and my friends said around here, maybe we just discussed the room.

At some point again things shifted to a more completely other dream. In this one I started from a similar point but now I was dealing with my sister, who in this dream was represented by a hot girl. My hate and revulsion for her remained and I was especially disgusted by this representation.

My sister wanted me to drive with her somewhere but she was driving like shit, and somehow driving from the back seat. I suggested she come up front but she admitted she couldn't because she was only wearing a "half wire," which dream logic meant I knew was some kind of fetish lingerie. I got very mad at this, which she kept twisting and misinterpreting, as always happens in these dreams of my family. She kept trying to paint it as me being against her having a sex life instead of the immediate issue of her exposing herself to random people and driving dangerously. She then repeatedly tried to flash me and flirt with me, all while this mess on the road was still happening. I woke up feeling wordlessly angry and trapped.

A bit of self-analysis, but most dreams about family members end up in some situation where they ignore all attempts at reason or de-escalation and force things to escalate to impossible levels. I've started to recognize this as perhaps the most intense and deep-seeded trauma I have to deal with. It is definitely directly related to my experiences growing up squashed under their thumb, and all the conflicts I've had with them since gaining a very complete amount of independence. I hate those people with every fiber of my being.

My girl friend who gave me a cosmic hard-nippled hug years ago finally returned to me in another horny dream. We were in some kind of large compound or building, like a hotel but with some added weird christian summer camp-esque staff roaming around. We and most of the other residents were stuck inside, I think it was mentioned that there was a heavy blizzard outside so there was no excuse not to rest for a day.

We puttered around this quasi-hotel room, spied on people in a neighboring building with binoculars, and put some movie on the TV. She was wrapped up under the covers of the bed and told me to come cuddle with her, so I did. What followed was some classic spooning. I fondled one of her breasts with a hand, and yes--her nipples were once again hard. She grinded her ass into my crotch but I remember being nervous about moving too much, because I didn't want us to get caught by the nondescript prudes who were also present in/around the hotel. Nevertheless it was heading in the direction of sex when I awoke feeling very well-rested and with a powerful erection. Great dream overall, I was happy to see her again in my brain and hope for a repeat in the near future.

My friends and I were wasting time before a gig at a local blues bar. We were spending money frivolously, and I remenber buying a lox bagel and a boba tea from the same location. We ran into some other musicians/staff from the bar here as well, I believe.

We realized we were running behind and that we had to load my car still, so there was a huge scramble to pack, find parking, unpack, etc etc. We were cutting it closer and closer and now it was almost time to play. We still weren't even halfway through schlepping, i rememver fetting frustrated by the band just hanging around and getting distracted while I flailed to get everything together myself.

During the schlep a friend did something stupid outside. I poked my head out the door and yelled "are you trying to get shot?!" Almost inmediately two guys that my dream loguc said were cops approached from down the street, entered and held me at gunpoint. The goading me ro repeat what I'd said and threatening to shoot me. They eventually let me go, and I remember being extremely agitated about the time wasted during the interaction.

My cat was there too, in the green room. He was running around and jumping on things, and when he came up to me I said "not now!" And pushed his face away with a hand. He got mad and jumped onto a wall, ran a short ways along it and then fell to the ground, rolling weirdly. Somehow one of his eyes/retinas/something detatched after this, and his face became somewhere in between cat and human. He asked why I did this to him, and I hugged the now-mostly-human cat and apologized while almost crying. I promised it wouldn't happen again and that he'd get help after the show. He said something about how being my cat used to be fun but now everything was different. After waking this shook me because I think I'm a very strong cat parent, and I worry this means I'm lacking somewhere in how I take care of him.

But the dream wasn't over yet, I wasn't giving up on getting set up on time. Now my band had completely deserted helping me and we were 20 minutes overtime to start. I ran up to the venue itself and approached the bar. They had some sort of pit/trench set up with a lot of open space behind the bar. They were doing some weird theme night where everyone behind the bar dressed like kung fu movie side characters. A muscular man was doing some sort of performance with a staff. Right as I leaned on the bar to talk to the bartender there was a huge bang and I looked over to see that the staff guy had fallen hard during his routine. I turned back and asked the bartender if the order of bands could switch, given our circumstances. He declined, and I started sprinting back toward the gear to try and make something work. I awoke right around there.