Hello, hello baby! Pancetta here (Confident_Gur's second personality) and she asked me to write this post for her because she's freaked out a bit, you know yesterday she got into cursed Gacha videos on Youtube trying to get inspiration like "Adult GachaTuber REACTS to FREAK Gacha videos" like Gacha Fart or Gacha Heat in general, or Gacha Cringe, just because she knows that reacting to this stuff will make her big on Youtube, but unfortunately she abandoned the video idea because she's too cringed/freaked out, even if i thought that watching JoJo would have made her used to random cringe stuff... but it's not the case... come on! There is worse on the internet! No need to get dramatic! Ah right, she's the sensitive one between the two, i'm the bitch one between the two... so, this stuff doesn't hurt me as much as it hurts her.

HOWEVER, she dreamt of meeting Rihanna at Lady Gaga's concert (she never went to a concert before), since she likes them both (the JoJo stand she created for me is inspired by a Rihanna's song) and she wasn't dressed badly as always, no, she was dressed like she was a 2006 emo (she never dressed like this in her waking life) she was with the fans, cheering for Gaga, then she gets to see Rihanna next to her. She pretends not to get freaked out, but they actually sing togather and cheer for Gaga... she doesn't ask for dream interpretation, she just wants to let you know what she dreamt of (unlike with the Funny Valentine sexual doll one where she ends up hanging herself). That's it. Now i'm going to binge-watch some ASMR shit while waiting for the notifications.

i remember several dreams from my childhood i confide in now simply because it was so simple, safe and cozy. these dreams have returned at various points throughout my entire life

1. the room

i was trapped in a cold room with a pc and a bed. there was a window but they could not be opened for some reason. i just had an understanding that there was nothing in the universe anymore except that room and outside was just a black nothingness. despite that though there was still internet connection and people to talk to in chatrooms, forums and social media sites and had a fairly active community. i dont remember anything aside from those details though

2. office space

for some reason, im a kid in this dream and im going with my dad to work (he was a team leader in a telecom company back then). we enter his workspace through a seemingly endless empty outdoor carpark covered in snow as far as the eye can see. we enter an odd shaped building in the middle of said carpark that was much larger in the inside than what it looked like on the outside. we take an elevator to a basement area with barely lit lights and soft carpets. the geometry of the basement was very odd with random corners and diagonal walkways spotted with glass doors and tinted glass windows. my dad tells me to wait for him and enters a door and leaves me with a bag. kid me decides to just lay on the carpet and snuggle with the bag feeling all warm and cozy against a pillar. that's where the dream usually ends

3. weird location??

well its not a specific dream, its a location that different dreams occur in. this "city" is an amalgamation of the city i currently live in and another city that my family visits for family reasons. it is always set at night and the colors of the city lights seem to glow in shades that don't exist; the stars above are in full view, somehow undisturbed by light pollution. fireflies float about in glowing shades of blue and purple despite fireflies not living in both of the cities in real life. it is a nightmare to navigate as every couple blocks alternate between areas from both cities yet my dream self seemed to navigate it with ease. i always come back to one location overlooking the city in the balcony of a hotel and the beautiful yet unfamiliar skyline with all the effects i mentioned earlier, the fireflies, stars, the whole shebang. these dreams are usually scary af cuz im usually getting chased by something if i end up here.

Just like Inception, I had a (surprisingly short) dream inside of a dream inside of a dream which was in 3 stages. The first part of the whole dream was the first stage, where I thought I was awake, and I wanted to try astral projection (because I'm into that stuff.) I went into bed and fell asleep and got into the second stage. I ended up in some weird liminal version of my mall. It was full of people, and I interacted with some of them, but I don't remember what about. At the time I thought I was actively astral projecting. Then, in THAT dream, I remember ACTUALLY waking up in my closet. I couldn't see anything, but it was narrow and I could feel the cold metal of the closet doors, so I knew I was in there. I was surprised because I had dreamt about dreaming. Then I had ACTUALLY ACTUALLY woken up. The closet dream wasn't me waking up, I had just fell into another dream, so the closet dream was a false awakening, and I was back at the mall. Then, I had ACTUALLY ACTUALLY ACTUALLY woken up back to the stage one dream. I remember being confused, getting up and getting a soda from the fridge, then I ACTUALLY ACTUALLY ACTUALLY ACTUALLY woke up to my real bed. If this was confusing to you, don't worry, it was confusing to me too, so I had to make a list of the stages before actually understanding it:

Stage 0: Real life Stage 1: Fake real life (where i wanted to try astral projecting) Stage 2: That mall (which I thought was the astral plane I guess) Stage 3: The closet (which I thought was Stage 0 when I had got in it)

I did last night

The supermarket flickered its lights on. The floor and ceiling turned white and oppressively bright. An electric hum pulsed in my eardrums, massaging my mind into a state of relaxation. As if my brain had been clenched like a bicep all this time and could finally let go.

Around me, the aisles stretched endlessly. There seemed to be more categories than actual products. The infinite horizon of comings and goings reflected in my eyes, blurring at the edges while holding a fixed point—empty yet full—in my pupils: the home goods aisle. A woman, roughly my mother’s age, paused to inspect a stack of thin mattresses piled vertically. Abandoned under a sale sign, they reminded me of the unread bookshelf looming over my desk.

Shoppers began to surround me like creatures sprouting from damp soil after rain, browsing the aisles. The woman joined the hive of people, unintentionally leaving the last mattress in the pile misaligned.

Oh.

Their fall felt imminent, and realizing this snapped away the fog from my vision, sharpening my worry. I started walking, first frustrated by the woman’s carelessness, then frustrated that I cared enough to fix it. Did no one else see the importance of these trivial things? Or was it that I overcared about life’s minutiae more than anyone else? The answer seemed to be different depending on the day and hour. My girlfriend would probably know which one was true, based on my enneagram.

Before recalling if I was a Nine or a One, the absurd—and obvious—happened. Like the Lernaean monster, every time I adjusted one mattress, two others lost balance. But today, I wouldn’t be Hercules—I’d be Atlas. In an instant, I became the sole pillar holding up Section 18 of thin mattresses nobody wanted to buy.

Another woman appeared. Different from the first. Different from everyone else in the supermarket, who blurred into shadows as the lights shifted from sterile white to warm rays tenderly framing her brown hair. Large hazel eyes, lined in earthy tones that contrasted her skin, gazed up at me with playful mockery. Her gaze, more alive and somehow sadder than anyone around her, stirred a strange emotion in me.

Of course, that emotion was quickly crushed by the weight of Section 18’s unwanted thin mattresses. The brunette, instead of helping, began reciting a mental shopping list of hams she wanted to buy: glazed, smoked, Iberian…

I begged her to help me, offering to carry as many charcuterie legs as she desired in return. With a smile and a decisive arm movement, she shoved away all the mattresses at once, and they straightened as if ordered to stand elegantly for their new governess’s inspection.

Freed from the threat of societal collapse (of thin mattresses), I finally looked at her calmly. When our eyes met, I knew she’d be a beautiful problem in my life. I didn’t know her, but she felt thrilling in delirious ways that only exist when you meet someone you want to ask out. A fiery flood of emotions rushed into my mind, and I remembered carefree college afternoons playing will-they-won’t-they with crushes who were likely more real in my head.1

Then everything zoomed in. A thought crystallized, tacked to my brain: I already have a girlfriend, and she’s the love of my life. I want to marry her. Have a family. A future. I SHOULDN’T BE THINKING THIS.

But then my eyes relaxed again. The brunette and I chatted more as we navigated the endless supermarket aisles toward the deli. I noticed her aurburn-brown hair was fake—black roots peeking through her French bob. She wore a marinière top, ripped jeans, and makeup that accentuated features other women might hide. My inexperience couldn’t tell if her faint brown freckles were real or calculated additions.

In a moment, I realized we could talk as if we’d known each other since the start of our lives.

No—as if we’d existed since the start of everything.

The mead of her presence intoxicated me. I tried to think of my girlfriend, but got lost in the brunette’s laugh. I’d grasp for the guilt to come into me, only to marvel at her freckles. I’d focus on my future marriage, and she’d hum a fucking Smiths song, her nose piercing glinting. I could not resist her.

We exchanged numbers, and she gave me a name I assumed was fake. I didn’t care. Incriminating thoughts tried to surface. I didn’t care about those either.

What would I do with this? My instinct said run. My heart demanded uncontrollably to see her again. A lie bloomed between the two, calming both sides: We’d just be friends.

Days, weeks, or months later, we met at a restaurant with black walls, high ceilings, and warm lighting. Across from me sat the brunette, smiling in a way that crinkled her eyelids, wearing natural makeup and a dress neither casual nor red-carpet. She carried a small gift box she hadn’t bothered to hide.

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I had a dream last night that I was in my bed surrounded by many small crocodiles. What could this mean?

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The dream consisted of me being with a man who isn’t my partner in real life and finding out I’m pregnant. I tell them that I’m unsure if I want to keep it, they’re super reassuring and say whatever I decide is best. We go to dinner with some classmates, one of them tries to prove that I’ve been cheating on my partner with screenshots that don’t even make sense. In the dream I felt anxious like they would reveal something. They didn’t. I dropped my phone in some soup and put it in dry rice, we leave and I forgot my phone so we go back. Me and my partner drive around to a local convenience store and sit on the couch there. I tell them I’m not ready to have a baby and they say “That’s okay I’m happy for it to just be me and you” and I say “I’d be perfectly fine sitting on this couch with you forever” and then I woke up, it feels like I lost someone special to me, I was definitely in love with this random man in my dream.

Oops wrote it all in the title lol pls helo

TW! Mentions of the KKK and gun violence

Ik the trigger warning might give off a nightmare vibe but the dream itself was actually really funny!

Basically I had a dream that the KKK invaded my house and kidnapped my friends and I had to save them. I found an AK-47 and called in some military guys but they didn't show up so it was me against a whole group of KKK members and I was heavily outnumbered when Obama just kinda phased in and bludgeoned 2 of them with a shovel and freed my friends and I remember pointing and shouting "look! It's Obama!" And he turned and smiled at me before handing me the bloodied shovel to which I replied "Thank you, Mr. President!" He then nodded and disappeared and then I woke up. :)

I have just landed form an International flight in LA and heading to the hotel by bus. Someone asks me for help and I get down with them a couple of stops before. However, the person I wanted to help went away and there I was stranded on the street. A bright young man resembling Eric Forman in the 70s show comes up and tells me he can help me. I had forgotten the name of the hotel and so I opened my suitcase to pull out my laptop. Eric distracts me and soon all the contents of my suitcase disappear. Eric and his friends run away and I chase after them only to lose them. When I come back, I find that my suitcase is gone. A hotel cleaning lady who I see on the way flashes a smile and says I was hoping to find a double tip.

I am down in misery finding that I was gypped by hustlers and now have to find my way back ....and then woke up. In real life, I am very careful and plan well.

Would appreciate any meaningful interpretation!

I was having a lucid dream about living in a mansion when it turned into a lucid nightmare and a giant shadow creature started chasing me i decided to talk to it and it said that if I gave it any kind of physical form it would kill me and my family i considered drawing it but it's probably better if I don't. What do you think?

Me and my boyfriend had an argument and we never talk for 3 days now. However last night, I dreamnt about him asking me to go to the movie. I told him I had no money, but my boyfriend as optistic he was he offer we could go and look for an alternatives so we could watch the movie together.

I have no idea that this means ? Do you have any ideas or have this ever happened to you?

I don’t remember my dream, but I fell asleep an hour and a half ago and then was woken up to take my pills. I’m pretty sure it had some relation to half life and gods of gravity, and everything was going smoothly. But then I woke up, stayed on the couch, and never fell back asleep. I forgot what I had dreamt of. It’s sad, because I was having a really good dream where I was the protagonist.

I am having many sexual dreams nowadays, like it's the third time I have had it in the month. And when I wake up there is semen all inside my pants. Is it normal to have such dreams in this frequency or something to worry about?

Premonitions that came true:

I look at my classroom from the corner of the room staring at my desk

Another classroom premonition where I’m in social studies

A premonition that I’m in the backstage of the theatre room and see the backfield of school

And omg another when I was teachers aide and talked to a girl who said that when she dreams it actually becomes true

And recently a Kennedy fried chicken store

And no they’re not life changing, I had them when I was little when I was in coma from a concussion. They’re just vivid images in my brain. Sadly when I get older I’m not going to remember them.

The dream was about me passing through a extremely narrow tunnel(something alike to tunnel but it more like you try to born and get out of your mother). At first, the tunnel is just normal size and many people keep walking in the tunnel. But it become more and more small and eventually I need to use my hand to expand the hole in order to pass. It is extremely suffering when I being squeezed by the tunnel. And finally I go to the end of the tunnel. This place is also small but bigger then earlier. It provide a computer and it instruct you to study something like biology and you need to pass a exam about it. I fail it bc there is time limit and I can't finish in time. Luckily, I get released by the tunnel.

I really need help knowing what this means.

I heard somewhere that reoccurring dreams come true soon or later..

Not sure if this is the right place for this but I figured worth a try. So I(22M) have been having insanely detailed vivid dreams and nightmares lately. I’m a military guy that works in an ICU, no mental health problems, no medications, healthy relationship with my gf. I’ve had dreams about my gf cheating, family members going through traumatic events, I’ve had nightmares about my work watching people die, people I know screaming at me that I’m worthless, just to name a few. I’ve never really remembered my dreams until the last few months. The issue is they feel so real and vivid that it’s effecting me even during waking hours, they feel more like memories I’m remembering than dreams. I’ve worked this job for a long time and it’s never affected me, and there’s nothing in my life that would have me in any real negative head space. Is this just part of life, or is there something I can do?

Apologies for my grammar. I once had a dream about me stop him to turn good. I can't remember the everything from the dream but the parts that I remember clearly is that the devil was standing in an open field look. He was in human form like Lucifer from the TV series. He said he wanted to be good but I grabbed him by his arm and said I needed him to be evil and I didn't let go until i saw that on his arm where I hold him that he started to turn into the devil again. I'm thinking about this slot and what It could mean.

In my dream, I went to use the restroom, but even though I locked the door, someone came in that was a combination of Shrek, Wario, Elon Musk, and Donald Trump, and he said something along the lines of “I am the president of this bathroom.” He sat on the sink, took a shit, and then got off, just leaving two massive logs of shit. I said to him: “hmmm, I guess you are.”

I live in the US and it 100% has to do with the scary times right now. Has anyone else experienced this?

Every time i go to sleep (not even calling it sleeping at this point) between 2 and 3 hour Intervals I get stuck in the rem phase (rapid eye mouvement) So every morning i wake up with extremely sore eyes The dreams always consist of me solving some stupid useless problems like coding problems or math problems and i remember what i exactly dreamt about This is really effecting my mental health as i wake up mentally drained every morning Did anyone else had this issue and should i see a doctor ?

I am completely against vapes and hate the fact they exist and aren't banned. I keep dreaming that I'm vaping. It wasn't that bad until last night I had a dream about it again and woke up with a weird taste in my throat that I remember tasting in my dream that doesn't make any sense. Can anyone help me?

My dad passed away when I was 13 years old and me and my ex girlfriend broke up 3 years back. Last night I had a dream that my my ex an I were still together and she had never met my dad. When she finally met my dad her whole attitude towards me changed. After a while I went looking for her and found her with my dad in his bed. It was freaking me out. Cause I never had any dreams about my dad before

I’ve had this dream of This ginger girl i used to be friends with and have a crush on. This dream has been the only dream I’ve had for the last 4-5 days and it begins and ends the same way every time. Which is it begins by us texting and hanging out and then us dating. I haven’t seen her in 2-3 years and haven’t thought about her in that amount of time either. Why would this dream be reoccurring so much despite not having seen or thought about her for such a long amount of time?

Buonasera a tutti 4/5 volte al mese sogno che di punto in bianco nel mio viaggio onirico mi compare un dolore fortissimo a gengive e denti. Nel sogno non li perdo ma continuo il sogno disperandomi e piangendo a causa di questo dolore che non mi permette neanche di parlare e se provo a farlo sento i denti che sbattono tra loro amplificando questo dolore. Raramente mi sveglio subito alla comparsa del dolore ma soffro nel sogno per un bel po' ed al risveglio non ho nessun dolore, anzi. Scusate ma cerco disperatamente un motivo perché mi rovina completamente la mia esperienza onirica