Dreams, Dreaming, etc.

I keep dreaming of my old house that I used to live in with my parents back in the early to mid 2000's. It's worth noting that I believe in the paranormal and this house gave me many personal experiences. Every time I dream of it now, the house is always in some sort of disrepair: flooded basement, holes in the floor that lead to the basement, overflowing toilets, etc. But the majority of the times that I remember it's always the hole in the floor leading to the basement that pops up (the basement was the source of my paranormal experiences). Every time, the house layout is just slightly different from before, but the vibe is ALWAYS the same: it's eerie, it's empty, it's creepy and is always very nostalgic I guess? Like, for some reason, I'm always longing to return. Also, whenever I dream of a dead relative, it's always somewhere in this "house", I even dream about my dog in it (he was poisoned by the neighbors). But with my dog, a husky, his markings are totally different from his actual body. He's all white, but it's definitely him.

In my dream, there was a device just like this one except any human touching it turns into a bug and is fried: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kljtVtXIBrQ

The device killed Robert F Kennedy Jr. Him suddenly becoming a dead bug was creepy and enraging. I could feel the unpleasant victory of the 2 major parties. It was the opposite of the calming real life experience of discovering his presidential campaign. A while after I woke up, I checked Wikipedia to make sure he's alive.

This dream can be interpreted as a warning to give Secret Service protection to Robert F Kennedy Jr.

Edit: I also see life a little differently now.

Feeling the need to urinate, I went in to the appropriate room and found the big black cauldron that people are meant to piss in on the floor next to a fireplace. As I got going I noticed that the room wasn't empty, and that I was standing right next to a table for two where a man and his wife were trying to eat dinner. "Excuse me sir, didn't see you there" I apologized. They looked unhappy. As I continued, everyone else in the restaurant turned to look at me. As if I was the one doing something weird.

Some of my more startling dream experiences have involved beeps, and other old tech noises.

Last night I was having a rough one. Body temp was spiking and melatonin only kept me down for like 2 hours. I was in the danger zone for awhile.

I heard my roomate talking. Our relationship is a bit tense as I've had to kick them out, it's that awkward phase between when I've asked them to leave and them actually leaving. I worry they won't make it out there. But that's a differnt story.

Later I hear a long whine of their door opening. It's very diffent. Its the sound of a door but it's more organic like an animals cry. My eyes must be open because I can see them fumbling with their phone light trying to navigate in the dark. The light grows and shrinks over and over around my door. This seems to go on for awhile, I want to get up an figure out what the hec they are doing. But I can't seem to move.

It sounds now like they are putting their shoes on and and preparing to leave. They never leave the apartment. They have no job, family or friends. And at this hour?

I hear the heavy front door unlock.

BEEEEP! It's like in the old times when folks whould accidently hit a number on their phone during a call. That exact beep I havnt heard it years. It's loud and startles me into being awake. The noise was too loud to really source but I know by now it came from within my own head.

It appears to have just been a dream. Perhaps my roomate just used the bathroom, and my head filled in the rest.

This isn't the first time a beep has ended a dream like this. It's happened many times before with differnt beeps. Usually older sounding tech. I assume these are audio hallucinations. I have also heard loud blood curdling screams, and crying but those may have been junkies outside. They do that here.

Another simular example happened when I was very young likely only 9 or 10. I remember waking up and not being able to move. It was to early to wake up but the sun had risen. I hear a voice from a terrible speaker "hello" next to me in the corner of my room is a McDonald's drive through menu/speaker thing. The person on the other end asking for my order and sounded frustrated by my lack of response.

I'll also point out my phone alarm is just the phone vibrations, and not a beep. I'm usually awake before it goes off anyway. I have do not disturb mode on untill work starts so I don't get notifications at night.

I left went down the stairs from my apartment and saw a poster. It said one of the inhabitants had reported seing strange dark silhouettes and hearing demonic laughs in the building stairs.

I didn't take it seriously. In fact, I found ot so risible that I laughed out loud as I left... But the laugh came out quite demonic.

I think about this a lot. In my dreams, flying feels as natural as walking. Even crazy superpowers I invent and try for the first time work exactly as I expect because it's a dream and everything works as I expect. For a while, I even believed my lucid dream self was my true form and my waking body was just a less-than-authentic character I control in the real world. I now understand that dreams only feel more real than reality because dreams are 100% intuitive. Still, I can't help that being flightless still feels like a disability sometimes. I find myself craving the feeling of flying while I'm awake and unable to experience it.

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Was on this weird rollercoaster gameshow where a group of people were attempting to make me press a button to give up. They threatened me physically but I was confident they couldn't actually hurt me or there'd be a lawsuit. One of them told me they would hurt me mentally instead. I thought I'd get ahead of them with mind games and press the button as if I wasn't able for mental bullying... All the people celebrated for their victory getting me to push the button while I pleaded it was a mistake of judgement and what my plan was. Obviously they did not give me a second chance

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/10175952

> Right before I fall asleep, I'll remember some random details of a dream I had when I was 5-10 years old. It changes each night, but never is a newer dream. > > Does that happen to anyone else?

one time, i had a dream where i was saving the people on a sealand like structure that was on the island of nauru after it collapsed and was underwater, the structure looked kinda destroyed, so i assume some explosion happened. alot of people also probably escaped by boat and plane before the collapse though.

This is weird as I've only seen a few episodes of the show Rugrats when it was a new thing many many years ago. It was one of those things I only watched when home from school and sick. There was probably nothing better on. I don't particularly enjoy it. I am aware there is an "all grown up" spinoff but I've seen nothing from it.

Anyway to set the stage of this dream. It had Tommy now "Tom" is in high-school. "Chuck" is there but the others are just gone. They moved or ended up in differnt schools. He's being brave but he is terrified of the new setting. Cliche as hell.

Tom's father Stu is a huge YouTube personality. His inventions never sold well but people love seeing him invent cool stuff and being entertaining. Everyone knows his channel and he's generally regarded as a wholesome dude.

The dream is just an episode of this in which Tom has an argument with a teacher about somthing. Tom knows he is right but gets in trouble for refusing to back down on it. Stu is called by the faculty who also have no idea who he is. Tom is given a detention and misses some Halloween event as a result.

No one other than Chuck knows Tom is actually the son of this YouTube guy and Tom keeps this a secret from everybody.

While Tom is in detention he is watching his fathers new Halloween video. Stu appears on screen and this awesome 3D avatar of a deer skull in a bone theamed suit. There's even bones outlining his wild hair and a cool scepter. He sings a (possible original) song about "going your own way" and "making your own path" apprently he can sing really damn well.

Though everyone is watching this all around him Tom understand this video is just his father talking to him. It's like Stu is saying "authority is going to fight you, but hang in there".

I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was about how it used to be difficult to make blue paint and that Leonardo da Vinci and other painters used to grind lapis lazuli and mix the powder with egg yolk and white wine to get a deep blue color.

He then did these steps but didn't get a deep blue color, which he said was because he hadn't gone through the arduous process of grinding and filtering only the bits from the rock with the deepest color, and that this long and arduous process was what made it so expensive in the past.

I suppose my dream was half true since Ultramarine was a really expensive paint made out lapis lazuli. Though I still have no idea why I dreamed about a Vsauce short of all things.

So, I was in some world where there were two areas: one for humans, and the other was populated by anthropomorphic animals.

Well, I had three friends. One of them was a big rabbit whose fur was somewhere between light brown and desert sand brown, but I don't remember the other two, although I think they were people. I'm not sure if I was a human myself, but I had a feeling that I lived in the animal area, but were a human who had managed to make friends with the animals.

I was in the human area with my friends and had to go help some widow or something. I explored the city with an electric scooter. Apparently electric scooters were really popular there, because almost everyone rode one, despite the fact it was in winter. I saw a lot of people wearing nothing but a towel, it apparently had something to do with some holiday.

Now begins the more grimm part.

At some point, I was held a prisoner with my friends in a detached house. The family lived upstairs while we were in the basement. We were laying in some dark cell with a dirt floor and a tiny window near the ceiling when we were invited to another room. I don't know where the rabbit dude was when this happened, but I think he got to stay in the cell.

Well, we followed them to the room. The room was dark and has a cold tile floor that was either made out of stone or ceramic. We stood there, with no idea what will happen next.

Then I hear a gunshot and the next thing I know is that I'm wiggling like a fish on dry land. I can hear my friends screaming and after three more gunshots it is quiet.

My two friends are dead. I am rolling in a puddle of dark red blood and then ask "am I really the only one who survived?" I hear the coldest yes I could ever imagine and slowly get up, with my heart still beating so, so fast. Then they proceed to drag away the corpses, or more like pieces of them, as if they were just any garbage in the floor. When I walk back to the cell, I am still shivering.

Now that I'm awake, this scene felt so, so real and vivid compared to other parts of this dream that I get a bit shocked whenever I think about it. The sound of my friends screaming like dying pigs, the way I wiggled on the floor helplessly, my heart beating so fast, and everything else was just so realistic.

Well, at some point, for some reason, I was with the rabbit on a trampoline in the house's yard. It was a sunny spring day. I could see the city the animals lived in and were thinking about escaping and going there. Then I looked at the fence right next to the trampoline and said to the rabbit: "we could go this way". I stayed there for a while, trying to decide if I should take the risk.

I then thought that they shot two of my friends, so they'll shoot us too. I jumped over the fence and told the rabbit to do the same. The rabbit looked at me, I think he was quite unsure. I then told him that I will be running away and he can either come with me or stay there and eventually get shot. He then jumped over the fence and we started running.

Soon, I looked behind and noticed that he was laying on the ground. He had gotten injured and somehow one of his paws was detached. I then drag his unconscious (but alive) body away from the house. For some reason, I decided to keep his paw, thinking that it can be reattached.

When I finally arrived to the city, I met some salesman who was a badger wearing a brown fedora and a trench coat. They sold me some fabric or plastic thing to wrap the rabbit's paw in. They didn't find the fact that I was in some small alley dragging an unconscious body and carrying his detached paw questionable at all. Then I went to a library and met an owl librarian there. I think I knew her and I probably were going to ask her for help, but this is when I woke up.

I hope this dream will continue tonight, I really want to see what happens next.

I had a dream a couple of nights ago in which I heard an alarm going off but my phone was malfunctioning and the alarm wouldn't stop. Then I realized that it was my actual alarm and woke up.

I have also had some dreams in which I had to use the bathroom and I thought that I had actually woken up to do that, but I was dreaming.

Hi everyone, I made a community specifically for lucid dreaming. If you’re able to control some aspects of your world in the dream state you are welcome. https://discuss.online/c/lucid_dreamers If you’re able just to recall dreams and you experience them unaware that is a dream just stick to this community instead.

Those nebulas are called Pillars of Creation, picture taken by JWST.

Last night, I had not one but two dreams in a row that I swear I had already had years ago.

1: I was starring in a Criss Angel film as Criss Angel himself and doing some act high up in the air. I resemble Criss Angel zero percent, nor can I achieve his mannerisms.

2: I was lost in a vast auditorium setting while a show was going on. I had gotten up to do something, and when I went to find my seat again, I lost my way and kept walking around aimlessly.

Sometimes during a car ride when I'm in the passenger seat, tired, and there's no conversation going on, I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander. I also tend to focus on sounds, things I feel and also whether I can recognize where we are approximately by the car's movement and the lighting through my closed eyes. It's kind of a habit I've taken with me from experimenting with some meditation that I still do when just relaxing for a bit.

Occasionally, I drift off to imaging some stuff, like continuing a conversation or a scene of a story I just thought about, taking a walk somewhere or other simple things like that. I'm still aware of everything else around me, just that my focus is more on my imagination process. Usually I also ponder when to open my eyes again to check whether my location estimation is correct.

Just recently, I was imagining a conversation between two people, one advising the other on some matter they had a discussion about. I kinda slipped more into the role of the "teacher", while still also thinking about how the "student" would react. The scene was sort of visible, yet not like a true dream. At the same time, I noticed a shadow passing over us (the car), and thought to myself "oh, so we just passed the bridge", while continuing the internal conversation. A bit later, after some turns, I wanted to confirm if my guess about our location was correct and opened my eyes in the middle of the conversation.

My guess was correct, and I tried to remember what I just thought of, as it seemed like I was at the verge of falling asleep. All details I just had in my mind a moment before were gone. All I could remember was that one person explained something to another, and that just barely. Any content of the conversation I just held has vanished, no idea about the topic, what relationship the people had, how old they were or what they looked like.

That's the usual thing that happens, though I rarely remember anything at all other than it was kinda fun and that I'd like to continue, but can't.

A "deeper" kind of daydreaming

I enter my son's room because I heard talking, meaning he isn't going to sleep.

When I go in, I find his cousin there, who won't stop laughing. I grab his arm and ask him why he is there, and I realise there is no way he could be there. I angrily yank his arm and demand he tells me how he is here, why he is here, but he just keeps laughing.

I hear ragged breathing from my son, like he is struggling to breathe or being choked, and I turn back to see his head and shoulders covered in a dark shadow. I let go of his cousin and rush towards my son, and the shadow leaps onto my face making the world completely dark.

I wake up breathing quickly.

Part 1: I was with friends discussing a book that we all enjoyed. Then I was in a house, and I realised that the book was connected to the house. A deep tunnel was being dug, to find something. We were going to find the tunnel. I walked into the other room to light the fire. I picked up the piece of coal to put in the fireplace. It was shaped like the head of an animal. It appeared to be possessed by some malevolent spirit. People were worried about the spirit, but I was antagonistic, and went hunting to find it. Then I can remember entering a large concrete building. A big hairy creature was standing at an opening, trying to fix some clockwork mechanism with chains. He complained that I had made things difficult for him, the chains weren't aligning. He then finally got a large weight attached to a chain to an opening, and let it go, and it started dragging the chains as it slid out.

Part 2: I went outside, and saw the chains had started to pull a surface of lead out. I was on top of a long concrete slope, but now the surface was covered in lead. It was like fast flowing liquid metal, except it was solid. I could walk on it, but every second it was changing, appearing to be a river of metal. I enjoyed running down the slope, and up the sides of the walls as the metal flowed over them. I reached the bottom, and was with 2 people: my brother and our close friend. We followed a river until we came to a dam made of terraced stone blocks. It was quite well made, and obviously for people to enjoy walking beside. But we had noticed that the river had been flowing towards the dam, and from the pool at the bottom, small trickles were running up the hill to the top of the dam. My friend commented that 'if you found water that behaved that way, wouldn't you build something to try to stop it?' And it seemed this new fancy stone dam was built on top of an ancient structure.

Part 3: We continued walking and at the top of the dam we were in a forest. I split off from the group and noticed in the trees, there were hanging bunches of raspberries. I ate one, and it was delicious. I yelled to the others to try them too, and then noticed that all sorts of different delicious looking berries were hanging down, some even looked and tasted like gummy worms. And then I found the book on the ground, that I mentioned earlier. Things seemed very bad. I ran back over to my friend, who was then acting crazy, and was trying to eat a plastic bag. He tried to brush me off when I tried to get him to stop. I grabbed him by his head and I could see his eyes didn't look right. I told him "I love you bro, I wouldn't be telling you to do this if it wasn't deadly serious. You have to snap out of it. trust me!" And he seemed to understand, and took the plastic out of his mouth.

Part 4: Then we walked out of the forest and found ourselves in a room, like a small cafe with windows where we could see the street. Me and my brother were there, and our friend was seated at a table, with a collection of odd things arranged in a specific way. Things like, stones, leaves, half a walnut shell. And there was a woman, she had black hair. She said "and now the last part. A close friend makes 2 brothers realise they have betrayed each other." and the friend moved two objects on the table into different positions. "it's done." he said. And then I realised, that this has all happened before. We had been manipulated again into completing their ritual.

Final part:

I started to cry and panic a bit, and I yelled at the two of them: "We have been trying to escape but they keep bringing us back here!" The woman told my brother and my friend, "It's not a good idea to look at the sky." But I knew what was there, and I told the other 2 they should look and see for themselves. Outside the world had changed, there was different technology, strange vehicles, and people dressed very differently. Covering most of the sky above us, there was a huge eye, surrounded by dark brown fur. It was watching the world, while everyone tried to avoid it's gaze. And as I looked out the window, moving just enough to glimpse the edge of the eye, I knew I didn't want it to see me.

So, I've been writing down my dreams for quite a while. I usually write short notes on a piece of paper right after waking up (provided I remember the dream well enough) and then write it in a book some later time so I can focus more on getting all the descriptive details in. For each dream I also write down a title at the beginning so I have a sort of table of contents. I'm mostly able to remember what dream it is by looking at the title as it's something that stood out in that dream or because it's the general theme of the dream. A few days ago, I wanted to look up one of my dreams to confirm something. I found it right away as the first entry, confirmed what I wanted to and then looked through the other titles for nostalgia's sake. That's when I noticed one title simply saying "Nightmare" on page 111. Nothing else. I was kinda amused, wondering what kind of nightmare it had been for me to only write down this one word. I was like "Oh let's take a look at that, I wonder what kind of horror that was. Some emotional terror? Some jumpscares?" When I got to the entry, I only read the first sentence and immediately recalled the whole dream. My first reaction was to look away from the booklet, closing it and exclaiming "Oh fuck no. Why...". It wasn't any emotionally painful dream or jumpscares but rather the kind of silent dread that something is very much not right and that I'm in grave danger, then people acting weird and getting threatening. I was kinda amused after accidentally remembering it, though I was actually somewhat frightened then, or at least more alert, like after watching a horror movie. It didn't help that I did that just before going to bed and I was kinda laughing at and cursing myself for naively checking the entry simply titled "Nightmare", probably to avoid myself casually remembering it. Or maybe I was like "Hey I bet I can make myself remember this some time because I'll be too curious to find out what this obscure title means."

What’s yours? I have two short ones that just seem to repeat all night.

In the first, I’m a child and a bee flies into my hair, exploding into a thick goo. I run around my parents bed, screaming until it goes away, and another bee flies into my hair.

In the second, I’m a ghost on Davy Jones’ ship. Everything is green like the ghost pirate in SpongeBob, and set up like an old Donkey Kong game. I have to balance on beams and jump over barrels and past pirates trying to cut me in half. I’ve never “won” the game unfortunately.

ETA: I’ve been having these dreams for 20+ years