The past two nights, I feel like my dreams have been trying to tell me something. Both dreams have been with my mom.

The first dream, started with going to my mom, who was in this really fancy office. I told her I had figured something out. What I'd figured out was that I was swapping lives, dimensions, and she knew something about it. There was not a whole lot of context, beside that every person in the other dimension had a different name besides me, and I knew who was who. So I told her, that in the other dimension each person was named this or that, and then we spoke about it and said that it's strange that everyone else had a different name in the other dimension, buy I did not. My name was still the same, and we wondered why. But because we made this realization, the atmosphere changed, and the dream became real. It was so vivid and I could feel everything. She said, "they know that we know"... "they're here, watching us" and the dream ended, but the lead up to the end of the dream was so intense in feelings and realness that as I woke up my eyes shot wide open and i gasped. It was so strange, like it felt so real. Like I knew something I wasn't supposed to, and waking up was a shock to my system. Realizing it was all a dream.

The second dream was me and my mom again, we were walking a path, to a place where there were these celestial trees placed in a circle, from a far you could see the trees were tall. They were not like any tree I've seen before, they were white and the leaves were hard and furry, almost coral shaped on the ends, as we approached the trees, in the dream (which was so vivid and real) I knew we had come here a couple times, I knew the trees so well, and I told my mom, it's strange how from the outside they look so big but once you get into the center they become small, it was like an illusion. Once we were in the center there were these strange pop up shop type things where Eastern/Indian people were trying to sell spices. The people were not suppose to be there. This was a spiritual place and they were ruining it with their shops. They were chasing away these really interesting ground birds that were sort of blue and cute. I remember telling them they should go sell somewhere else. Anyway, this is the main part of the dream... We came up to this strange large wheel at one of the sides of the circle, you would get into this wheel for some sort of experience? The wheel was wooden and there was some kind of muddy substance in it, you would sit in it very tightly and it would close and you would kinda be squashed in there. We got in and the wheel started turning. The wheel would have 5 counts. I remember counting in my head, each count the wheel got hotter while you were inside, I remember counting 1 , 2 & on 3 it starting getting sooooo hot that I thought I was going to die, I started to transcend in a way , it felt similar to a DMT trip, where you hit and then you go to the DMT dimension, as i started to lose "consciousness " in my dream, I felt that feeling like oh shit, we're going to that place again (DMT place) but then as I was traveling through, realizing this. The place it brought me to was my real life. & I woke up again, my eyes shot open with a gasp.

It's like my dream was reality and the wheel made me blast off into my waking life, and I think that the substance in the wheel was some sort of DMT substance, it had the smell and feel of it.

Both of these dreams felt so so real, like more real than anything. Even my own life. Smell, and feeling were very present. I thought I was going to burn alive.

I just feel like these dreams were very significant, can anyone give me some ideas on interpretation & meaning? I'd really appreciate that♡

Thank you for reading!

I dreamt I was in France, and this person I kinda knew but didn’t actually recognize was like, “Wow, French students get out of school this late?” For some reason, I was like, “Nah, it’s not that late, they’re done by 3:30 PM.” Then I turned around and saw this timetable on the wall showing their school hours, and yeah, it said 3:30. Everything seemed normal up to that point, but then it got weird

I walked into the school, and there were these little boys sitting on top of the classroom cabinets. I can’t remember what I said to them, but then out of nowhere, I asked one of them, “How old are you?” He kinda stammered and was like, “Eleven.” And I don’t even know why, but I leaned in close to his ear and said, “Oh, really? You’re only eleven?” And, like, I vividly remember how quickly his ear turned red

I stayed super close to him and asked, “Can I hold your arm?” Then I got this super clear first-person view of his arm, and I just kept touching it. The whole time, I was really enjoying it. I can still picture the boy really clearly—he had blonde hair, was kinda chubby, and his arms were chubby too

When I woke up, it felt really unsettling. I mean, I have schizophrenia, and this dream felt so close to how my hallucinations get sometimes. Even though I’m only seventeen, dreaming about stuff like this feels so strange

I had a dream that I was being SA’d by a friend. I haven’t talked to them or seen them in a long while. We never talked like that or nothing ever happened between us. The dream felt so real and scary.

it's been over a year since he passed away but i still keep dreaming about him somehow coming back to life and talking to me almost everyday, the dreams are so strangely realistic that i wake up thinking he's actually alive but the happiness only lasts a second until i realise it was all a dream. I'm tired of it and I want it to stop

I'm going to be honest I (20F) don't really remember my dreams. I used to keep a dream journal to record vivid dreams as soon as I woke up, but thats the extent of my dream remembrance. So it's already strange that I remembered this dream well enough to recognize the fact it was recurring.

TL;DR: I'm exploring an abandoned and rotting version of the private school I went to in 6th grade. Each time I get the dream, I get some of clearly contaminated water on me, but I always wake up before anything happens to me.

I've had this dream three times total. When I first moved to the state I currently reside in back in 2015, I started going to school at a private Catholic school. I no longer identify as Catholic, but rather a loose form of Christian, however I am extremely spiritual. So I believe in the deepness of the human soul and the connections we have with others and the natural world around us. Not sure if ANY of that is important, but I want to give as much context and background as I can. After one year at this school, I ended up leaving and switching to homeschooling. I just wasn't feeling a connection with anyone at that school like I did at my old school, plus it was really far away. It was in 8th grade that my family and I fully abandoned Catholicism due to how uneasy the Catholic hierarchy made us feel. I only speak to one friend I made at that school to this day and even then, it's not often. So I have no clue why this dream keeps happening. I barely have any memories of that school anyways, it was THAT insignificant in my life. The first and second time I had this dream, I can't think of a single trigger for why it occurred. The third time, however, I got the dream a few days after driving by the school for the first time in years. So that's the only thing I can think of on that front.

Anyways, in this dream, this school is located in an apocalyptic jungle-looking place. Not at all similar to it's actual location. It's like I'm with a tour group on a bus or something, and I'm just sort of keeping to myself, because of my history with the location. The building is a classic example of an abandoned school, except if it was mixed with a factory of sorts? There were pools of "still water" as the kids are calling it nowadays. Clearly contaminated with some sort of bacteria or substance. There were multiple occasions in these dreams were I would get that water on my legs or arms. Apparently that, as informed by who I'm assuming was a tour guide, would contaminate me with some sort of disease. Soon after that happened though, I'd wake up before anything could happen to me. The first and second times I had the dream I was alone with this group but the third time, I was accompanied by my current partner (20M). He didn't really do much, though, it was just like a random additional side character moment.

Every time I have this dream, I wake up uneasy and stay that way as I think about it for the rest of the day (and sometimes for multiple days). I just wish I knew what it meant. Any advice/help would be greatly appreciated.

I keep having dreams where my landlord renovates my place without asking me. They are always different renovations but are always pretty extreme renovations that would not be possible to do such as building onto the basement etc. What could this possible mean?

I keep having dreams about the same man, consistently.

Different scenarios each time but he keeps vividly appearing in my dreams and I’d like for it to stop.

If anyone is into interpreting it, please help me.

If not into that, has anyone trained themselves not to dream of someone?

So near my house in real life, there's this small bridge where a road meets another road in a T intersection right over a lake, and there's no railing or anything. Well, I had a dream I was in a car with my dad and grandpa - me in the back, grandpa in the passenger seat, dad in the driver seat - and we were driving down that road. But it had snowed recently and the roads were icy, so when he went to turn, the car just went right into the lake. My window was open, so the water started rushing in immediately. I panicked and just swam out the window and right toward the surface. The car hit the bottom just as I broke the surface. I swam to the bridge and stayed there a while, waiting for my dad and grandpa to come up, but they didn't, and I just started crying (and I'm not the type to cry easily).

As I was sitting there, a family pulled over and asked if I was alright. I told them what happened, and they took me to their house to stay for a bit. But for some reason they refused to call 911 for me (there was a reason but I forgot it). After a few hours I just left without saying anything to them. I was really mad at them because for all they knew, my dad and grandpa could have still been alive, just trapped. But by then they were definitely dead. I hitchhiked home and one of the drivers let me borrow their phone. First I called my grandma to tell her the news, and she was, of course, heartbroken. Then I finally called the police and told them where the accident happened, and then I called my mom and asked if I could stay with her.

I've had premonition dreams before, and like those other premonition dreams, this dream gave a - for lack of a better word - cinematic vibe. Most of my dreams are just an amalgamation of random nonsense like something out of Looney Toons, but the premonition dreams are like something out of a movie.

But the weirdest part is, in all the premonition dreams I've had before, I haven't dreamed of the actual incident, just the split second where your life flashes before your eyes - or, as I like to call it, the "oh shit" moment. For example, a few months ago I got hit by a truck that was going about 40 mph (no lasting injuries, just a few scars). But the night before, I had a dream where everything was dark, but I felt like I was flying. That was what I felt like when the incident actually happened. But this dream was a dream about the whole incident, not just the "oh shit" moment. So I'm unsure if this is actually a premonition dream.

In any case, we're definitely not using that intersection anytime soon lol

I woke up few minutes ago but I'm so scared right now! I saw a dream where A tall kinda guy admits to love me but he's a ghost I know that he wasn't a human but still I was with him, whenever I tried running away from him he kept on pulling me back ! I'm not into much religious stuffs but I was chanting some sort of hindu phrases to protect myself from him, He even tried uplifting my shirt in public and threw me on the ground but lightly in a manner where I don't feel hurt, The public place had some guys whom I never saw irl one of the guy was trying to come near me to put a jacket on me but he smiled and left on his mid path without handling me his jacket, there was this one girl who kept on advising me to stay close to the temple, she kept on helping me and the last thing I remember before waking up was that I was near a Shiva statue, and when that ghost guy tried having me back he wasn't able to

It's the 2nd time when I'm dreaming something like this, previously also I had a similar dream where a ghost guy was trying to chase Me to make me his bride but my family members were performing some rituals to protect me from him. those rituals were some totally different rituals from our community

It's like whenever the ghost guy tries to take me or engulf me within his essence there's this positive energy always helping me out till I'm able to wake up from my dream.

Gonna start for the beginning but keep it short, my mum was hospitalised and in a coma for 2 week. The day before she woke up, I had a dream where I was walking then fell of a cliff and died and felt all the pain and then a glowing light getting brighter and then woke up, and since that day I’ve had the same dream but different locations but same outcome but it never bothered me until I had a mental breakdown a week ago and since I’ve tried to better myself, going on walks, eating healthy exercising and planing my day ect.

I fell asleep at 10-10:30pm and woke up around 1:30am but the dream is on my mind since waking up. The dream was realistic, first time it happened, I remember everything but one thing. It felt like normal life but there was no time but I didn’t look into it because it might have been my figure of my imagination. Oh boy was I wrong, I got a bath, made breakfast and listened to a podcast while planning my day, trying to learn this new routine. Someone knocks at the door and I never met this women in my life, and her face is the only thing I don’t remember, it’s blurry and like pixels but I felt like I’ve known her forever and we were close. I let her in and we watched tv and just chatted for a little bit but in the corner of my eye was a small blue fluffy toy dog, floating and I tell her, look at this and when she turned it stopped, she said what it only a toy dog. But then it just stands up and starts walking so I go and grab my phone in my pocket, looking away for 1 second, Next thing you know, it turned it a real dog, a Jack Russell.

I got my phone in my hand, gonna press record and it just looks at me and starts to go absolutely mental, barking, jumping and biting and the women goes stop recording it, it doesn’t like it but I just carry on and I drop my phone and it stops going mental. It’s starts to walk to my pc and goes behind it and unplugs it and just looks at me smiling or something in a weird way. I go up to the dog and start recording it again but asking it questions, what are you, why did you do that and it goes mental again but because it in a corner and I get closer little by little, and I’m going to tell you, this bit has been on my mind since waking up and it keeps playing on repeat. It’s screams in a human voice “NO” twice and I shit myself (not literally) and was in shock and stopped in fear, then the dog walks off.

I snapped out of it and stood up and I don’t know why or never questioned it or asked the women if she knows why or is she ok but I heard people outside of my window and there was a group and I shouted, “Anyone wanna see this video of a dog speaking” but the next thing I know, I feel 2 hands on my back and then get pushed from the video, and I did a 180 in the air while falling and at the window wasn’t the women but wasn’t the devil either, it was some sort of demon or creature, smirking at me. I fell, hit the ground hard and felt everything, but for the first time the light didn’t appear and this time, my mind and body snapped because I felt like betrayed and I don’t know what it was but I ran back upstairs to my flat and open the door and the women or dog or creature wasn’t there, and then the next thing the light appears and I wake up, shaking and sweating.

I woke up at 1:30am, said to myself it just a dream and needed to cool off and relax so I made a hot bath, listening to a podcast and taking my mind off it, I decided to get a cup of coffee and go to my pc to relax more and just watch some more podcasts and then go back bed but when I sat in my chair, pressed that power button on, it didn’t switch on, (this is where it gets unrealistic in my opinion and sounds like bs but it true) and I keep pressing it and then I look behind my pc and the power cable is unplugged, I freaked out because what the actual fuck was that dream, was it a different universe or a parallel one with a lot of changes or did I experience what that kid did in the movie insidious. Now I’m in bed, scared to go back to sleep and listening to podcasts and music while speaking to a friend about this.

If you read it all thank you, if you don’t believe or do believe, I won’t try to change your mind because we all have different opinions and views on things but all I want to know is what the actual fuck did I experience.

I could of been sleeping walking and don’t remember doing that while having that dream but I’ve only sleep walked once and that was when I was 12 and now 19 and I remember everything when I slept walked that one time but like I said, the dog unplug that cable not me.

i quite literally cannot sleep because of my extreme fear of false awakening. the thought of waking up and thinking i’m awake but then realizing it’s a dream is fucking terrifying to me. has anyone else ever felt like this or does anyone know how i can prevent false awakening? i have depersonalization as it is so this is so so scary to me.

Getting bored of regular dreams. I think I can fortify my mind against fear if I induce terrifying or highly painful dreams. Anyone else do this? It seems like it would be very difficult to have a physically painful dream. I could try to induce a dream about a brazen bull, but to that I'd have to be lucid and might end up wussing out. Any tips?

Been having reoccurring dreams for quite a while now and every so often the scenery and scenario changes but my memory will always keep it stashed away and eventually I travel to and from all these places. Sometimes they intermesh with each other. I’ve met myself once in a dream before. And due to them being reoccurring, I’m able to tell when I’m in the dream and usually able to control what happens. Usually in the dreams I end up losing my phone or my shoes at this certain house with many floors of different things going on. Usually my phone ends up back in my pocket magically and thays when I know I’m dreaming. Or I’ll give up on my shoes and just walk around bare feet. Sometimes my legs don’t even work so I have to slither around like the dog on family guy. I usually dream of people I’ve never met but probably glanced at in real life. For the most part my best friends are always in my dreams mixed in with the random strangers that I somehow know. Starting it believe my body travels to a different universe where another “Me” is living and i get to see the POV of it when I enter the dream state.

for starters i’ve always had very vivid, dark dreams. i’ve had lucid dreams before as well, but i’ve never felt anything physically. i had a dream last night that felt very real. though, it was not lucid. i remember every detail, but i had no actual control. in this dream, i came home to a bunch of random people in my apartment. none of their faces looked recognizable to me. i went around asking what was going on and frantically trying to kick everyone out of my house. one of these guests stabbed my hand with broken glass and it went all the way through. i ripped it out of my hand and i could see a hole through my palm. and i felt every bit of it. when i woke up, i could still feel that pain in my hand for like a minute before i fell back asleep. the next dream i had, i looked back down at my hand and it looked like a fully healed scar of a stabbing. i don’t know what’s happening, but i’m curious if in my next dreams to come if i’m going to have a stabbing scar in my right hand. has anyone here ever experienced this before?

Does anyone else have recurring dreams about stressful unwanted vacations? For the past year, I’ve been dreaming that I’ve booked a trip I don’t really want to take—most of the time to Vancouver. In my dream I get anxious bc I feel like I can’t afford it, and when the day of the trip comes, I’m completely unprepared. Getting to the airport is always a chaotic mess, and sometimes I make the flight, but other times I miss it.

It’s always such a hassle in the dream, like I forced myself into this trip without thinking it through. Most of the time I didn’t even booked a hotel when I’m at the airport and it makes me even more anxious. What’s weird is I live in Montreal and have no real connection to Vancouver—no friends, no family, nothing. I travel a lot by myself, I’m always prepared when I’m travelling and I’m stumped on what it could mean. Has anyone had similar dreams or found a way to interpret something like this?

I used to have really bad nightmares like two years back. I used to sleep in a different room and wake up in the middle of the night with a super strong feeling that i was being watched. This used to happen like 2 or 3 times a month. After i switched to my current bedroom it stopped happening until tonight. I just woke up from a nightmare where i was watching a livestream of someone recording me and when i turned around there was a person who ended up chasing me while i tried to scream for help but i couldn’t get a sound out. After i woke up i again had the overwhelming feeling that i am being watched. How do I stop this? I hate feeling like someone is trying to kill me:(

I wouldnt call the full dream reoccurring, just one specific part and it's about a math homework assignment. For starters I'm not even in school and haven't been for a long time, so I'm not stressing over an ACTUAL assignment.

The way it goes is that there's this math assignment that is due at the end of the week and I'm always stuck on the same problem. I would work at and work at the problem but I can never solve it or when I do, it reverts back. Everyone else in the class are moving ahead and they're done with their papers, and I barely completed the first page. I want to cry everytime I see a classmate with a finished paper because I'm jealous that they're not as stupid as I am and actually was able to finish the assignment. The teacher seemed to be nowhere either so I had no one to help. I would see multiple papers from multiple students in multiple dreams, but the feeling is always the same "getting left behind". I feel stick and a failure because I can't finish the ONE assignment that was due. I always want to cry, but never truly do. I'm always so frustrated. I always tell myself that I am stupid and that I should just give up on the assignment and drop out of the class.

So yea, I wonder why do I keep having this part show up across all my dreams?

I’ve searched this sub and I see that a lot of us had/have been dreaming about the election. If you haven’t already posted about your election dream, please feel free to share it in the comments!

Dream-reality confusion

I absolutely have no idea why its happening to me but I have been struggling for the last few days to remember if it was in reality or a dream. I am currently taking medication for my mental health issue but it has been a while so I don't know if this is something that has to do with the DRC. For example, I dreamed about receiving a reply from someone I emailed and I tend to think it is real and I don't reply in reality because "I emailed them back in the dream." This happened a few times in the last few days and now I am scared. It scares me whenever I find out something I thought I have done never happend.

Ever since I was around 13 i’ve had nothing but nightmares, no normal dreams. My nightmares have been gory and extremely disturbing. A few I remember are finding my auntie and uncle decomposed in a lake, having a babysitter that stabbed me and another boy, and just last night I had a dream that my dad and I got in a car accident but we both got in trouble by the police for it and his punishment was awful gory things happening to him that I had to watch, that honestly I don’t even want to re-hash. In my day-to-day life I never think of things like this. I’ve always had anxiety about my father dying or something bad happening to him, which is why I think last nights dream was the final straw. Each of these dreams are VERY detailed and vivid and these happen 3-4 times a week. I have also had a reoccurring event happening in my dreams since about the age of 9 where i’m in a dire or violent situation and need to call 911 but 911 is not working for whatever reason (advertisements I need to listen to, no one available to take the call, phone doesn’t work, etc.) What do these mean and how can I make them stop?

Basically, recently I've had a playlist i listen to everynight when i go to sleep, of one song from a TV show I love which was played on loop, and then four of my fav public freakout videos. It's in a playlist and every night I listen to it and most nights I have dreams about the videos or the tv show episode with the song, but it'll be altered and twisty and different.

Or like I can have a normal dream but the setting is one of the locations of the freakout videos, or like I'll have a dream where the music is playing (which will probably be in my ear in real time) and i can't turn it off.

I sometimes have had dreams whilst listening to music overnight, where the music is playing in my ear and I can't get it out, until I wake up and realise the music is playing in my earphones.

Basically yeah, does anyone else do this where they listen to videos overnight and have dreams about it?

In the middle of a seemingly unrelated dream last night, I started coughing up orange butterfly wings. Not whole butterflies, just wings. And I could feel their dry powdery texture getting stuck to my lips and the inside of my mouth. In the dream, I wasn’t particularly distressed by it. I barely acknowledged it to anyone I was with. I’m not sure what it means, but it definitely feels like there was some kind of symbolism there..

I felt like I had to share this as it was fucking hilarious looking back, so buckle your britches for this wild ride

I was about 14 years old and had been stricken with a nasty flu type sickness. The usual fever and cough and sneezing fits. Slept through most of it, and I was finally coming round when on the last day it really made itself known. This bug wasn't going down without making me remember it. It was ill, like deathbed type of feeling, and I was near delusional most of the day. I could barely eat, was constantly thirsty and was sitting at a rather impressive 40 ºc for most of the day. My mum knew full well I wasn't in any shape to be moving around or anything, so she swore that if I got even a tiny bit worse, she would rush my ass to the A&E. I finally dozed off proper around 6pm, and I recall feeling really groggy and exhausted at that time. Well anyway, the last thing I remember was feeling a bit better, playing online Monopoly for a but and then passing out cold. That was when I had a fever induced Monopoly man nightmare.

I was playing Monopoly all normal like but it was an immersion board type thing where it was kind of like being in vr. I began loosing money, hard, and as I did the Monopoly man rose from the centre of the board, instructing me to make further poor financial decisions. Eventually, I went bankrupt, and that was when Mr. Monopoly began to laugh. Like, super evil Freddy Fazbear x Sonic.exe Kefka laugh. He told me I was now in eternal servitude to him for losing, and he began to give chase. He legit turned into a freaky ass demon form with horns and fangs and the whole shebang, chasing me endlessly. When I woke up as he began to get close, I was sweating like I never had before. It was like 2am, and all of a sudden I realise I can still fucking hear him telling me I belong to him. In my confused, half delusional, fever induced state, I actually thought the Monopoly man was going to manifest himself and claim my soul. I had a full on migraine, and I was tweaking. I got up, stumbled into the bathroom, and began yelling that he couldn't have me. According to my mother, she recalls me saying "No no no! You bastard you can't have my soul it belongs to the paw patrol!" Which I have literally no recollection of saying, and I have no idea why Marshall of the Paw Patrol had somehow managed to claim my eternal soul. Anyway, they get me to calm down and drive me to the hospital where it turns out I'm severely hydrated and had actually been suffering mild pneumonia. About a week later I was fine, apparently my immune system is jacked.

Not even kidding, I awoke from a dream this morning and inception a movie i haven’t seen in 10+ years came to mind, and I was to scared to leave my bed because I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not. And then I woke up again. Was unsure if I actually was awake yet again. Then I wake up again and this time I’m freaking out and basically hiding under my covers convinced in I’m still dreaming but no. Eventually when the sunlight pierced my windows I realized how stupid I was in hindsight

I looked in the mirror, one half of my face was me and the other half was a girl I like. What could it mean? I've never had a dream like that before. It seemed a bit creepy

A few nights ago, while I was sleeping, I dreamt of a tuition class that I long stopped going to. The teacher was really good but his methods weren't working on me.

It was somehow in my hallway. Like my house's hallway and the class was watching some tapes. And then there was this girl that I've seen sitting on my desk with a childish piano type thing.She was changing tapes as the teacher spoke in the hallway, to a class of about 600 students. My door literally opened to the side of class. This gir's brother was there and we started flirting.

It escalated somehow and halfway I woke up.

Then last night, I dreamt of another guy who was apparently doing house renovations on my house. He started flirting and at first I like it but then, this feeling of fear and dread came over. We were on a bed and he was dragging me playfully as I tried to escape and for a moment, I really wanted to escape. I tried and tried but he was dragging me down with my cloths dissembling.

Then the scene changed to some middle aged women lecturing me for interacting with the guy.

Then my Friend appeared from nowhere with ice-cream. Then she and this guy started painting my back porch.

Thn came a new guest to rent out a room that didn't exist irl.

Then the scene changed to a reveal of robbery suspects and I wanted to see that guy there as a criminal.

But he wasn't. Then I checked for my friend but she was painting with another guy...

I'm sorta confused and I just wanted to vent.

The summary of the dream was a dread and escaping some sort of a grip. When I told my mother that, her response was that this happens to girls at some age. Some times it's a bull or and animal that they can't escape. But I suppose mine was different.

There was a desire at first and then dread and fear of something is not right.

Thanks for reading. Hope you have a good day/night.

Once, I had a dream, and I must emphasize that I usually have rather strange dreams, but this one in particular really affected me.

Let's start with the first thing, which is: I remember everything that happened, from the beginning to the end, which is already a bit weird.

Now, about the dream itself, it was me at the exit of my school. It was raining, so naturally, I was trying to protect myself from the rain. I would have been alone there if it weren't for one person who appeared during the dream.

I couldn’t see her face at any point, but she was a girl, around my age, 17-18 years old. She had very long blonde hair, I think it reached her waist, and her skin was very pale. She was wearing the same uniform as me.

We both just stood there, not saying anything, but this "me" in the dream had a peculiarity, which was the fact that throughout the whole event, I was holding a small notebook and writing something frantically, occasionally trying to look at the girl's face. I don't know what I was writing.

It continued like that for a while, until suddenly the scene changed. We were no longer at the school, but in a rustic room, made of wood and lit by candles. It was richly decorated, especially the two wooden beds, which had a very unique design. On one of them, I was sitting, still writing, and on the other, there was the girl, but now she was different. She was turned away from me, and I could only see her hair, which had grown a lot, reaching the floor.

Suddenly, I began to write more frantically, almost desperately, until suddenly, someone spoke in the dream— the girl. I couldn’t understand what she said, but when she spoke, I woke up at that very moment, crying.