#dream blog

[snidbitsssssss]

It's proboscis sniffed me 😔

I was just chillin in my grandmas first living room which is from a hoarders house, but has very nice white lace windows.

An assassin bug got into the room and was crawling on the curtains, and I'm a big bug guy so I was like OUHHH IT'S THE- O,N ONION RING IT'S THE ONION RING

Assassin bug for reference.

That little proboscis under their mouth can unhinge and they can reach out and snatch and bite their prey with it, and kind of like a spider it injects venom and then slurms them up. And they can fly, I think, just incredibly poorly or not at all.

I didn't reach out to pick it up, just observe it because their bites hurt nasty and I couldn't remember if they're aggresive or not, but then it kind of stepped towards me from the curtain and I got nervous and walked away. And he fucking FLEW AT ME. It was really slowly but it freaked me out so bad.

I walked to other sides of the house so I could lose it or it'd sit down again so I could catch it and let it out, but it just didn't stop. So I hid in the bathroom.

It loudly flew to the bathroom, stuck it's dumb little proboscis through the crack of the door, SNIFFED ME, like BIG WET HUFF, and made the saddest human bug noise I've ever heard before flying away.

I have no idea how long I stayed in that bathroom afterwards, but then the dream blanks out.

[therising-boar]

Had a really weird and revealing dream

TW: blood, force, anatomy

I was in church watching something with a friend when I went to go pat them on the back. My hand landed on their neck but instead of simply releasing I started clutching it violently. My fingers slipped into it and caught onto something, only letting go and realizing what I’d done when I felt the fibres and sinew disgustingly snap. I remember looking to my friend who was apologizing for getting his blood on my hands and clothes, despite him being the one looking uncomfortable and scared

I can’t remember what else happened after that but it was really upsetting and made me feel sick to my stomach

I have troubles with my self image and how people perceive me, and this being the first dream I’ve dreamt in years isn’t too comforting

[marcelinesghost13]

😺 Here's something odd ever since I started taking T blocker I keep having the same dream.... I'm looking at myself dancing on top of a Mesa but the thing is the me on Mesa is a girl but I'm still a guy looking at the girl me dancing 🐾🐾

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[beatricelalalala]

Tree of Worlds 2024

We have all read the novel. That depressing sci-fi philosophy book, pretending to be a story, about the inevitable entropy of the collective spiritual fate of all life in all worlds.

My friends and I get lost. We find ourselves in a dirty back room with no windows. There is an old man standing unsteadily in front of a dark purple plastic tree. The dirty walls are lined with shelves of paper tubs the size of an adult human torso. The old man is shuffling tubs around under the tree. He removes one with a dead white liquid inside, and replaces it with another that sparkles blue. The tree swivels its limbs and places one leafless bow over the blue tub. The man places another tub full of dead white liquid, and the tree positions another limb over that one. The blue sparkly colour is taken from one tub and the tub with white liquid becomes sparkly and blue. Both tubs are placed on a shelf. The man continues to do this with tubs that are purple, green, red. Sometimes all of the colour is transposed. Sometimes there is only a partial transference.

My bravest friend approaches the man and asks what he is doing. He says this will become our job now, and that we should watch closely. Looking with enlightened eyes, we can see the process as he explains it. These tubs contain worlds. Space, galaxies, planets, and life are all packed into these containers. The tree is moving the creative potential between worlds. Watching, we understand that creative potential is not created. Love is not created, nor is life, passion, order, or energy. These things are only ever borrowed from other worlds, which causes an increase in their entropy and death. We understand that no human will could change the fact that our world is doomed, and that any delay of our doom, however impossible, would only bring death to some strangers somewhere else. Our memories are borrowed sentience. Our lives are borrowed vitality. Our religions are borrowed organization that we can not and should not keep. We witness how all that we know to be good is broken down by the tree, and distributed in a form that forgets any input from any sentient creatures.

[khelithia]

Dream #8:

The dream is set in a prison/juvenile detention centre. Theres a set of interchanging 5-7 main characters that are all youngish men. The cellblock is this two floor room with the cells stacked on top of each other basically, connected with metal meshed walkways and staircases.

One night one of the boys encounters a particularly messed up individual who rabidly and gruesomely beats the boy to death and faces no repercussions.

This infuriates the other boys but they're all varyingly nearing the ends of their prison sentences and so is the other man.

So the dream centres around the boys plot to kill him violently before him or them get out of prison/ and to do it without getting caught and resentenced.

Im not sure how the rest of this dream plays out as it ends in their like movie montage of planning an attack. I'm fairly certain I dreamt this up after watching a documentary/movie or something because it sounds familiar.

[chaotic-hypnotic-erotic]

My latest dream.

[lucidwurld-blog]

While I was away from tumblr, I created a youtube channel! Admittedly, it’s mostly for my gaming content, but I also created some lucid dream content too! And if any of you would like to sub and see more lucid dream tutorials and videos, give this playlist a shot and some likes!! I’m always interested in making more lucid dream stuff, and especially since my own dreaming mind has been thirsty for lucid dreaming too! 

[strange-and-dynamic]

Dateline: February 20th 2023

This one got a little disturbing honestly—

So the dream started with me and mom at the grocery store, buying food n stuff the usual, and then there’s these 2 creepy men behind us, one old man that kinda resembles the guy in the wheelchair from Detroit Become Human and another guy that’s taller than him and looks like,,, the tall dude in the brown shirt from Everybody Loves Raymond???

I could feel that their intentions were weird as they were following us, and then,,, the old man grabs the back of my right thigh (UH??? HEY DREAM GOD???) and I sharp turn back towards them shocked and scared and then they both smile and look at eachother (WHAT THE HELL???) so me and mom check out at some point, the 2 creeps leave the store after us (WITH NO SEEN GROCERIES IN HAND) and as I’m walking with her I’m holding on to her arm and I say “I hope they die” and she says something along the lines of “me too, we just gotta wait” (WAIT FOR WHAT???)

The segment after that one takes place in a huge park at night time, resembling this one area of Central Park I remember me and dad would walk through to leave, except this version was a bunch of hills and a single paved walkway going up and down said hills, with a few trees here and there, and the only thing to light the way were a few sparsely placed lampposts

And me and mom are walking down the walkway, and she randomly just starts BOOKING IT on the near endless walkway, I turn around to see if something scared her and it’s the old man from the first segment, alone, smiling, walking lazily as if he’s drunk (what is with drunk people being disturbances in my dreams—) I start running with her because I’m assuming her running and saying nothing was her attempt to get me running too without trying to scare me, but since this is a dream, I can barely run. so I keep picking up speed and slowing back down saying “I’m tired” or “my legs hurt” (I DONT KNOW WHY YOU DIDNT GRAB MY HAND OR STOP FOR ME THAT WOULDVE BEEN REALLY HELPFUL—)

And then after THAT segment, third and final one: it cuts to me and some other tween to teen girls in what looks like a tree house and it’s nighttime outside (and outside looks like the nighttime park for some reason) and we’re in a Magical Doremi fan club! But the version of Magical Doremi is way different, and we’re talking about some arc in it that basically goes like the story of me and mom in the nighttime park (that’s what I’m calling it now) but features little Doremi and her mom, who for some reason looks like an older version of Doremi’s little sister Pop, and in here apparently Doremi’s mom is named Jelly

But, instead of Jelly running away from the stalker without Doremi holding her hand, Jelly picks up Doremi and books it with her in her hands, kinda holding her like a baby as Doremi is a toddler here

And there’s also this part of the arc having to do with time travel and Doremi going back in time to see someone or something happen, and she finds out that the cancer patient witchling is Doremi’s grandma aka Jelly’s mom, and in this version of Magical Doremi, the cancer patient witchling either didn’t have cancer at all and was just bald, or the cancer was cured through magic, and her name here for some reason is Christian (I love when dreams change around names regardless of whether I can remember the name or not lol)

And then I wake up, for some reason immediately thinking of wanting to reconcile with my mom (I never did—)

I think my dreams are trying to tell me something... 🤔

[snedic]

Dream I had about Ladybg getting her powers taken and fighting a probably akumatized Chat Noir.

Ladybug had her powers taken from her, but only she knew it as she still appeared as her hero self. Chat Noir was trying to engage Ladybug in a fight and she kept trying to talk him down. After he tried to cataclysm her and she evaded he was able to grab her and threw her nearly across town. She still had her yoyo and used it to grapple onto trees to try and break her fall. Marinette still ended up badly scraped up and bruised. The edge of town was surrounded by plains. Dirt and sand with little vegetation and trees. There were hills built up for motorbikes and tracks set up with people riding 4-wheelers and dirtbikes around.

Marinette landed in front of a small waterway so she swam across and headed for an anbonded building. It was a one room mud wall and palm leaf roof house that was empty. Marinette was soon found by her mother who only saw Ladybug. Her mother was supposed to countdown a fight between Ladybug and Chat Noir. Marinette desperately tried to explain to Sabine that she didn't have her powers and needed to hide from Chat. Sabine realized even further the gravity of the situation. Sabine had no choice but to countdown the fight but called "Fight!" Before the countdown was actually done to give Marinette a head start. After running and dodging cataclysm Marinette ended up in a residential area. She ended up nabbing a 4-wheeler and driving it. Night was falling and many people were sitting around a bonfire on one of the front yards. The house next to this had the garage open and they let her stow away the 4-wheeler and stop there for the night.

Then I woke up 🤨

[suspiciouslybee]

i took a nap and had a wild dream and in there was a tumblr post of a painterly, pastel styled mother 3 comic of lucas and claus being litterally the sun and moon and in the final pane the moon just suddenly was the starwars deathstar

[snidbitsssssss]

I wish more people talked about the emotional aspect of dreams over the actual dream as if it was a story.

Listening to it is really interesting, like please continue, but whenever I talk about my dreams it's less of a story sometimes and more like, here's how I felt, here's what I could smell, here's what I saw, what I knew, etc.

A lot of my dreams cause me to know information about what's happening before it even happens, like pre-set lore? So it's like, I dread something, I'm anxious for something, I'm excited, this reminded me of [insert person who never existed]

[bambiessence]

[marcelinesghost13]

Hello blog,

Just had a really weird fucking dream. I got a feeling I need to write it down for some reason I think it's going to be important. So for some reason I was at my dad's house. I had my boys with me. We're working on the mustang. It was running and it sounded really good. Then Tommy accidentally let go of the break and jumped the car forward. I snapped at him and told him be careful you're going to hit something. The scare the shit out of his brother Axel. Tommy replied sorry Dad. Then my dad told him okay you boys need to get out of the car we're not done fixing it. Then both of them were playing at the same time that's their grandpa why. My dad replied because I told you to. They both looked at each other and said okay very sadly. I picked up the hood and shut it down for a locked. My dad picked up a towel and started cleaning the motor oil off my hands and walk towards my dad it was in the garage. You had a funny look on his face. Ask them what's up you okay. My dad replied you know you take care of everybody. Then you never asked for anything in return. Why do you do that. Call my dad I don't know it's just how you raised me. It's how Nana and Papa raised me. Then my dad said I got that part and I understand that but you don't want anything at all. I told my dad no your family we don't ask for anything back we help each other out just to help each other out. That might have said but he needed this with everybody. I answered yeah and. You know what I'm going to do for you my dad said. I asked what? My dad said I'm going to send you somewhere, somewhere you've always wanted to go. I just shook my head and laughed and where are you going to send me? My dad then said well where you want to go? I told him I don't know Seattle that'd be nice I've never seen that place before. Then my dad said okay Seattle it is. then I heard a big giant banging on the door and I woke up.

Okay so this is why this dream is so weird to me. My boy passed away before birth, and my dad doesn't know shit about cars. You can definitely tell that it's autumn. My dad is healthy very healthy. Both my boys are teenagers. the mustang has glitter and the paint job. Which a currently does not have right now. It's just a midnight blue color. Being around my dad gave me a weird like supernatural angelic odd feeling. And then the knock on the door that I heard was exactly the same way my grandfather used to knock on the door. I have no idea what this dream means. It had a lot of elements that I don't understand yet, but I am half awake writing this lol. I'm someone reads this and they have a good idea with the dream means that feel free to leave a comment. I'll probably be replaying it in my head all day today.

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[beatricelalalala]

A Night's Work 2021

My two friends and I are hanging out at a tomb well known to be cursed. We are familiar with the curse and will not venture too far into the tomb. We stay within reach of the entrance, smoking and eating sandwiches. We love each other. We are all we have ever needed. Three cops show up. They want to rob the tomb and force us, at gun point, to go in ahead of them. Of course we step on the wrong tiles and get cursed. We flee, no longer fearing death by gun. We run, hop the fence, and escape in separate directions. We meet up at the local gas station bathroom. We know that we have been cursed. We talk about our fears, check each other over and look at our own faces in the bathroom mirrors. We seem okay.

I am one of a group of three demons who exist to protect a tomb from desecration. My two friends are the loves of my life, and my work is my joy. We are hunting three teenage girls. We dress in recycling man uniforms and drive a recycling truck to cover our activities. We track the girls to a gas station bathroom where we paralyse them. We put their bodies in recycling bins and wheel them out. I cover my target in a thick black goo which shines an iridescent red.  I drop her paralyzed body in her own back yard. I see her puppy running towards her.

I am a lady waking up early to my new dog barking. I am worried because my teenage daughter didn’t come home last night. I think maybe she made it home, and that the dog is barking at her. I wake my husband and prepare to lecture my daughter. I find her in the backyard. My new dog is chewing at her hollow head. The rest of her is covered in a stinking dark goo. I cry for my husband who calls the police. We see a recycling man leaving, but it isn't recycling day. Later, we talk with the parents of my daughter's friends. They also saw recycling men before finding the bodies of their daughters.

I am a demon. I know that my friends and I can return to the tomb. Our job is complete. We have done good work. We sink into non-existence.

[khelithia]

Dream #1: The dream begins in the household of a son and his dad (played by pedro pascal).

We follow the dad as he takes his son to work and they discuss the sons boyfriend. The dad mentions how he thinks they're moving too quickly and they get into an arguement. The son storms off and the dad (in classic tv drama fashion) feels guilty about it and calls his friend for advice. The friend tells the dad that it happens and that he should just apologise and the dads like 'yeah you're right', and decides to go see his son.

The dad drives to his sons house and as he's knocking on the door realises that it's unlocked and slightly ajar, now alert and suspicious goes inside and calls out for his son, he moves through the house noticing small signs of a struggle, until he sees the backdoor is open and sees his son lying dead there. The dad falls to his knees and tries to wake his son to no avail, he hears something creek behind him before he is killed by the boyfriend.

We discover that the dream restarts, but the scenario is different. The house has changed, the way they die is different, the argument, the setting is different but it stays the same. The boyfriend will always end up killing the son either by his own two hands or by having the son die from circumstances that only happened because of the boyfriend. No matter the levels of their relationship.

The house and circumstances always changes but its the same people always.

In each reset the dad seems more aware of the boyfriend, and sometimes manages to save his son but only for a short time then failing. The dream resets only when the dad dies.

Only the dad is somewhat aware of the time loop and no other person knows about it. His son has at the end of every loop is killed in increasingly more horrific ways. No matter who else dies it always resets with the sons death as the father follows soon after.

Depending on the severity of the boyfriends obsessions the dad will mercy kill his son.

(Dream ends after the 3rd loop but i know instinctively that it had happened before and will continue to happen.)

[roseforviolet]