I remember I was in some high end looking place which kind of reminded me of a mansion or bar or both at the same time. There were about a dozen people, seats lined up on two sides right and left. There were about majority was Asian. One of my close friends I had in middle school back in 2012 was here, only she had short or like medium hair for some reason and a boyfriend. Me, her and her boyfriend were the only people who aren’t Asian here. I sat by them in the seats since my friend was the only one I recognized. Although I had this sense of like jealousy or competitiveness toward her boyfriend but it was just slight.

So there was this guy named Mr. Tsunami and he was like the owner of the place and teacher I assume since he’s the only one whose name I remember or even knew in the dream not counting my friend from irl (I actually haven’t seen or talk to her in many years btw). I remember Mr. Tsunami instructing us or teaching but I don’t remember everything he said but there was a part where he told us to fight for 5 seconds. Nobody even got out of their seats except me and I was just walking looking around the group of people kinda worried in a stance and one old guy punch me in my side but it looked like he did it sarcastically knowing I was afraid but it hurt, I felt it like I actually got hit irl. That was time up though after that hit, nobody did much, I think some others did fight but I don’t remember clearly.

After that, there was another task we had to do. This time Mr. Tsunami gave me his staff. We had to throw this staff and whoever it hits was our destined rival. Mr. Tsunami left for some reason after this game or whatever began. So aimed the staff at my friends boyfriend cause I felt some type of way for whatever reason and I threw it at him but it starting flipping and bouncing in a weird trajectory which I didn’t expect it to do and it hit the old man who punched me from before. He looked angry this time, simultaneously my friend’s boyfriend looked at me and I looked at him and we both made a grimace emoji expression.

I ran away to a further area of the place not too far though. Suddenly a short old woman came for me, she seemed nice at first but then she pulled out like 3 knives and a fork and start throwing them at me. I started screaming Mr. Tsunamis name for help and that’s why I only know his name lol. Somehow I dodged them all as they stuck to the wall but I fell to the ground. Mr. Tsunami actually came back just in time before whatever else she might’ve tried and deescalated the situation. My friend’s boyfriend came and offered me a hand, after that I had no hard feelings against him.

I don’t remember anything after that part and I woke up around there to be able to remember this dream well enough. Anyone think there could be any meaning?

Dreamed I went to Australia with my dad to escape winter and enjoy summer at a beach there. I remember we were specifically in Sydney because I saw the iconic opera house in the distance.

We started taking pictures of the ocean and some tropical little islands in the background and as soon my dad was about to take my picture, a giant explosion happened close to the islands/opera house.

Everyone and us at the beach evacuated to some warehouse. We quickly found out it wasn't an act of terrorism but the result of human error like Chernobyl (don't know what exploded exactly), but travelers weren't allowed to go home for 12 days still for further investigation and I remember being mad because I didn't want to miss 2 weeks of work (I'm kinda a workaholic irl) and not upset about the fact of some people fucking dying brutally.

I noticed some people here dreamed about plane crashes recently days before it happened so now I'm wondering if my dream will come true and some sort of explosion will soon happen in Australia (not saying I want it to happen but still..)

For years I would never have dreams , just black while sleeping , recently I gave up smoking weed (Sept. 2024) every day since then no exaggeration I’ve had dreams , but it’s not like cool dreams or happy they’re dreams about people I have problems with or family I have emotional problems with and sometimes just really disturbing dark things , I fucking hate dreaming and wish it would stop but it won’t

Between Jan 17-23 I had 3 separate dreams. To keep it simple, this is what stuck out the most in my dreams:

On 1/17 - I had a dream a mysterious woman in black with long dark hair led me to a back room where she had all kinds of old treasures. I picked up a silver coin with an eagle on it and started examining it, and felt an immediate cold feeling on my back like a presence was behind me.

On 1/22 - I was in a field, and a bad storm was coming, then white flares shot across the sky (it looked like white lights), and the power suddenly went out in a town on a mountain I could see from across the field I was standing in. There were other people (strangers) in the field with me and no one seemed to be paying any attention, which worried me.

On 1/23 - I was riding in the back of a white commercial van, and started pulling huge metal chunks out of the bottom of my foot, and then I pulled out a huge black birds claw. In disgust, I threw it into the pile of metal chunks I pulled out of my foot, but they had turned into a corpse of the woman with dark hair from my other dream.

Had a dream that people blew up a Moon so they can study what will happen here on Earth...

The people were people I knew and recognized in the dream, but not in real life. It happened at multiple times throughout the dream when I interacted with these people. I remember being concerned that I was losing my hair, but chalking it up to not shampooing in a long time.

Usually my dreams seem pretty random and meaningless, but this one feels like it represents something.

I had a nightmare a couple of months ago where I was holding a random newborn baby and I knew how fragile the neck was which freaked me out, and in the nightmare the baby’s neck twisted and broke because of me. I don’t recall much of the nightmare but when I woke up I was so scared because I’d never dreamt of anything like that and it was so disturbing. I was disturbed for a few days but ultimately forgot about the dream, until I visited a relative’s new baby today (who by the way wasn’t a newborn, around 5 months) and I couldn’t even look at it or touch it, I was so so terrified I’d do something I’d regret. I kept having these horrible intrusive thoughts and felt genuine physical feelings or I was thinking to myself “this night will change your life” in the sense that I’d do something to land me in jail. My family kept urging me to hold the baby but I shot that down immediately. I used to love babies but until that dream I’ve never been more afraid of myself. I’m so scared and it’s really unsettling. Please someone help me, I’m scared of myself and I really don’t want to behave like this.

I’ve been on a job hunt on and off for 6 months. I got a text from a major concessions company. I didn’t apply to this company, but I may have left my resume up on Indeed a while back. Anyway… about my dream!!!

I was working at an after school/sports/catering event in my old neighborhood and one of the employees had a huge concessions stand fall on her and one of her coworkers and me witnessed the whole thing…the other guy lifted the thing off her. I stayed to see if she was okay and if needed me to fill out a report or anything and she said no, she would need to keep working. The other ladies there who were cooking came out to tell me something about working there, they started showing off how they could do splits and straddles while they were cooking and I joked about their skills (lol so weird!) …and then I remember I walked home to my old house.

I woke up and a couple hours later. I’m just sitting here, looking at my phone... “Hi (my name)! I'm Allie, the ai event assistant for (concessions company.) We are hosting a in person event on January 22, 2025 from 03:00PM - 07:00PM EST and I wanted to see if you're interested in registering for the event. Would you like to learn more?”

So, that happened!!! I didn’t go to the event because I was sick. But now I keep having other lucid dreams about working at sporting events and I’m being trained, handing out autographed Bob Marley jerseys to kids and athletes, and hanging out with coworkers at the stadium bar.

Anyone have similar experiences??? Super weird and thought I’d share!! ☺️

So the dream started off quite nice. I was going to a costume party with a friend who was dressing up as a flower (but she was literally a 5,4ft tall red daisy). Once we get to the house where the party is at suddenly everything turns into an abandoned building and some masked men kidnap my friend and I. They tie her up to a chair and torture her mostly burning her alive and make me watch.

I don’t how how this came to mind being so young. My household is very stable and i was a very loved child, i saw no violence ever when i was a kid.

wtf

Darkness, surrounded by a familiar yet eerily creepy house in which a person's outline is barely visible. I'm walking out of a room when I catch up to someone's pace ahead of my own, departing. I realize who it is and call out to them in a manner and tone that suggests nothing but unfinished terrible business, the way a judge calls your name in a courtroom followed by a guilty sentencing.

“David Wong” I call out to the silhouette.

They pause, in a manner that shows nothing but extreme surprise and discomfort, the way roaches must feel when you walk into the kitchen and turn on the lights thus disrupting their nightly feast. In his fight or flight moment of reality, the silhouette rapidly turns around and confronts me, obviously choosing his fight reaction. We lock eyes and before an altercation can occur, I break the played illusion of threat with a smile and a hand outstretched for a greeting.

It is clear that although David accepted my greeting through a handshake, he was unsure of who I was.

The uneasy tension was broken by David's mother barging in, almost as if on cue.

“Oh my god, what a nice surprise! We haven't seen you in so long!” she says, pushing David to join in her pleasant yet ingenious surprised reaction so as not to come off as impolite.

David smiles and we share a friendly hug but his demeanor shows he's indifferent about my presence.

Understanding he doesn't want to be held up with me, we share a goodbye and David heads out. His pace, even prior to me stopping him, implied he was on an important task he urges to get back to.

I make my way to the living room and see my sister lounging on the couch, I find a seat next to her. It wasn't long before I got comfortable on the couch when my sister and I were faced with David's brother, Jonathan, coming out of his room. His face and outfit clearly showed he had just woken up and was not expecting visitors. We get up to greet him but just like his younger brother, Jonathan is unsure of how it is we know him. His mother again steps in and spares some awkwardness by reminding Jonathan of who my sister and I are. Jonathan shows indifference yet unlike David, his attitude is much friendlier, showing his fluidity in social settings. Jonathan wasted no time in joining us at our lounging in the living room, engaging us in conversation.

Eventually the conversation dies down and Jonathan invites us to this spare room at the end of the hall, claiming he has something he'd like for us to see.

My sister and I oblige and follow him to said room, unsure of what to expect. We are met with rows upon rows of toys of all kinds, from the little green men in Toy Story to toddler push toys.

“You guys can have as many toys as you want, we don't have any use for them. They're just sitting here collecting dust” says Jonathan, as he lays on a bed that is pressed against the wall.

I'm curious to see what his collection entails, but my curiosity is unmatched to my sister, who is surely taking up Jonathan on his offer.

“Why are you going to take so many toys?” I ask her

“Because you never know, we could give them out, or give them to our nieces and nephews” she replies

“Good point” I reply, as I keep looking through the supply of toys.

Once my sister had gathered what she considered a good amount of toys, we started making our way out of the room when suddenly a thought entered my mind.

Something has to happen..

there has to be a plot in this story, in this book that I seem to be writing.. and that's when it hits me that I'm dreaming. I'm in a dream in which my sister and I are with David and John, the protagonists from “John Dies in The End”, A horror comedy book and movie we both love.

Everything started to make sense, why David and John were not recognizing us, and even when they did, it was easy to make them do so because it was my own dream.

Also the eerily familiar house which was our current setting, it was a house that belonged to my uncle in real life which was definitely haunted. A house that frequents my nightmares as a solid setting of horror.

Most importantly, it made sense why these characters from this book were in my dream, and why i felt the need for a plot to develop; I was subconciously creating content to use. I have been working on a book heavily inspired by "John Dies At The End" In real life.

My mind put me in a scenerio with these characters as I was playing out the scene with them. It was a moment of realization, a freedom in the knowledge that I was indeed lucid dreaming.

I snapped back to playing out the scene I was in, about to walk out of the toy room with my sister and Jonathan when I decide on what I can do to use as a plot, good old horror.

“Did you guys hear that?” I ask Jonathan and my sister with a worried expression.

“Yeah it sounds like it came from the window” says Jonathan, turning around abandoning his exiting the room.

The three of us make our way to the window, which is on the wall in front of us covered by old drapes. I stand back as I watch my sister and Jonathan prop their heads comically close to the window and get ready to uncover what is behind the old drapes.

Jonathan pulls the drapes and behind the glass is a deformed zombified face so scarred and inhuman that gender cannot be applied. Long thinning hair flows in uneven directions as the face screeches and horrifies the 3 of us. We bolt out of the room In sheer terror, toys being kicked in every direction. Stepping violently into the hall we stumble into David, who seems aware of the situation.

“Now you see why I've been busy Jonathan?”

David exclaims, as we all get ready to hear about what will surely be all of our problem for at least a week, if we're including the nightmares that will ensue.

Would love to know if anyone has thoughts on this random recurring dream.

I keep having this dream that I need to take a shower at work/school (I haven’t been in school for 10+ years), and the only place I can find to shower is this massive locker-room type place with multiple showers, but it’s extremely dark and dirty. I know in the dream I feel uncomfortable but not afraid necessarily. That’s it- I also wake up before I find a stall to shower in.

Any thoughts? It’s just so random but also so specific I’m curious what you all think.

So weird, not my weirdest that would be earth being swallowed by black ink.

But still,

So I was in a limo with my father and brother (which I don't have) for some reason I dreamt of having like rich snbby jerk family.

Anyway my brother saw an ad for a race in New York he wanted to drive in. The prize was a car. I asked if the car was good or if it was just winning it. He laughed.

So then I asked the driver how ling would it take to get to new york. Hesaid half and hour.

He drove us to a military base where I accidentally sat on a missile launcher which really made them mad, then we stole three personal helicopters. Which weirdly enough was a bicycle seat attached to a rotor blade, and I was an expert an flying it

But then I woke up

I know this isn’t an isolated incident, and that lots of veterans have dreams about their time in the military. I usually get at least one of these per month. In my dream I usually am having trouble finding a piece of my uniform or I am at risk of missing movement(a big deal in the Navy if you aren’t on board the ship when it leaves port). These particular dreams always leave me waking with a bittersweet feeling.

This is a usual experience I have; if I feel pain in my dream, I almost always feel it when I wake up, but for a few seconds at most.

This kind of pain/ annoying feeling is like someone is elbowing me on the right side of my spine, mid back in a really sensitive area, and when I eventually wake up, I can feel the sensation for a while, as if someone was physically doing it (it's been 10 minutes and I still feel the effect)

It feels like someone was trying to wake me up/ get me up (i do have to wake up at this time). This isn't the 1st time that it happens, and it's getting old.

It feels too real to put off idk

Mostly asking bc it annoys the hell out of me, it's lwky torture, bc I have to suffer through it for a while during my dream

A few days ago I had a very strange dream. So I was at a house with many people that I can’t remember and suddenly a very random lady that I know irl appears and greets me. Then she tells me something very strange. My sister, she tells me, has bought a motorcycle. Then I see my sister in front of me revealing herself as if she was hiding from me and laughs about the reveal. I get kinda angry(honestly idk why) and leave the room. Then I find myself at my grandmas house telling her about the secret. It was very dark and the weather was really bad. I thought she knew about the motorcycle and that she was lying. Anyway so I live with my sister and yesterday she just came home with a puppy. I got really angry because she didn’t even ask me and I decided that tomorrow(today) I’ll leave from there. Early in the morning I prepared my stuff and left. I told myself I should go to my grandmas house to see her because it’s not far from the city. And I just thought again about that dream and how similar are some stuff. Do you find any correlation with the dream and the story? ( Sorry if I made any mistakes)

let me start off by saying these dreams are pretty disturbing so i warn you and apologize for that, i promise i’m not a psychopath. they scare me really bad and i don’t even know where my brain got these ideas from. so the first time this happened i was in 7th grade. i was on the way to school with my grandma and i saw a big cat in the road with its feet cut off, like a panther or something. further down the road there’s more and more dead cats of all sorts, mostly with their feet cut off. then, blood starts flowing all over the car and cats are chucked at us but my grandma is completely ignoring it and doesn’t seem to notice. i’ve had similar dreams repeatedly over the past 8 years and they all consist of dismembered bodies or bodies on the roadway. last night i dreamed that i was in the car with a mystery person and there was a motorcyclist in front of us, he fell off, rolled under the car and his head went right under the wheel. the person driving kept going and i was horrified. i woke up scared as always. i’m so tired of it, if anyone knows what this means please let me know.

•The Dream•

My boyfriend and I were out driving and something happened to our car so we had to pull over in an unfamiliar neighborhood and find help. I decided to stop and ask for help at the little cabin like house we had pulled over in front of. The house belonged to an old lady who seemed to be going blind as her eyes were foggy. She invited me in and started showing me all of the food she had been making. She then led me to her shed out back where things got creepy. She had a huge pot of soup cooking in her dark shed that had a strong odor. She grabbed a bowl and poured me a bowl of soup and when I looked down I saw a mouse jump out of my soup and a dead lizard sitting in the soup. We then made our way back to her little cabin and she had me sit at a little circular brown wooden table that sat beside a big open window. She waited behind me and kept trying to get me to eat the soup, she had a forceful demeanor. I started feeling very uncomfortable and like something wasn’t right. Where I was sitting, there was a wooden door right behind me that she had left open, she stepped out back for a moment and that’s when I grabbed my phone and sent my boyfriend a voice memo quickly and quietly. In the memo I said to him, “something is really wrong, I need you to come around back there is a door open I think this lady may be trying to poison me.” He didn’t reply as more and more time went on I tried my best to have conversation with her to prevent me from having to eat the soup but the more time went on the more furious and impatient the old woman was becoming. She started yelling at me to eat the soup. Out of nowhere abundance lights were seen and she started looking around. I took this as an opportunity to run out the back door and to my boyfriend’s car. When I got to his car I saw the ambulance had come for him. He was passed out, when he passed out he hit his head so hard a dent was left in the steering wheel. The paramedics where pulling thick strings of snot and blood and other things out of his nose. I wasn’t allowed in the car while they worked on him and they weren’t even listening to me talk so I decided to run down the sidewalk as the lady was just standing there staring at me. She chased me as I ran. I had ran so far I ended up on the sidewalk outside of my apartments. Eventually she had gotten in front of me and told me I was a stupid bitch and she was going to poison me. She told me she had been waiting for me and this was my story. Suddenly she dropped to the ground in front of me and was struggling to breath. She was grabbing at her throat. I started off “karma is a - “ Before I could finish my sentence the woman who was now known to be a witch snapped her fingers and my mouth glued shut. I wasn’t able to speak. Shortly after, she died there on the sidewalk in front of me and her body turned to ash, I was terrified. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back to my boyfriend and told him everything I tried showing him the voice memo I had sent him but it was a song, like I had recorded it in a studio but I had no recollection of recording this and it was so strange that it was there and scary. Even creepier none of the messages I sent showed up either. Nothing showed up on his phone not even the memo. It was only on my phone but all the other messages and memos I had sent him while in there were gone like they were never sent. It was scary because if something did happen to me in there, there would be no trace of me saying what was happening and who had done it.

This dream woke me from my sleep. My boyfriend leaves for work early and I normally wake up when he leaves but this dream had me so stuck in my sleep I didn’t wake even when he tried to say goodbye. When I woke up he was gone and that left me even more scared and confused. I felt like the dream was real right when I woke up and it took me a while to come down from the emotions I was feeling. I felt scared to be alone. It’s been a while since a dream has given me such a strong reaction as when I’m dreaming I normally know I am dreaming this time I didn’t. I’ve had issues around sleep my entire life and had to start therapy at 5 years old for my nightmares, sleepwalking, and sleep talking so I don’t normally have big reactions after a dream anymore. Really odd too because this dream had a lot of different dream themes than I’m used to.

So I gratuated high school almost 10 years ago but I keep dreaming about attending classes with completely different students. I went to a german school and I usually dream in spanish or english. A few years ago I took 2 semesters of french during uni but I hated my teacher and switched to italian 😅. I have friends who speak that language but I feel no connection to it.

This started a long time ago but I just kept ignoring it, sometimes I would encounter a dream character and they would start speaking french to me until they realized that I didn’t understand anything. Most of my dream characters are random people I’ve never met, i know at least one of them has a french name. In this one random dream this one guy and an older woman told me that I had to start learning french. I completely ignored it because I thought it was just a random dream and I’m already trying to learn another language.

But now I keep dreaming about classes in french. This one time I had to leave the classroom or do different exercises during the classes (because somehow I can’t escape the dreams about school) but last night I guess I got tired of not understanding and told everyone that I would start learning french.

But it feels so weird, I mean why french? Has this happened to someone before?

I’ve been having the same dream atleast once a night, if not twice, and it feels so real and it’s so short. Every-night in the dream, it’s like I’m in my bed, I turn over, and feel with my tongue that SPECIFICALLY my right canine is always loose, and falls out, and I just like..LOOK at it?! It’s always sharper then they really are, and sometimes it’ll be the left top canine to if I didn’t wake up, I have nooo idea what it means, or what it’s about, I feel so dumb thinking it means something, but..idk?? It’s weird, it feels so real and Im always still in my bed under the blanket?

I just don’t know if it could mean anything🤷‍♀️ could just be paranoid

I just had to share this dream because the experience was so disturbing that I refused to go back to sleep.

I essentially wake up in bed next to my current boyfriend. He looks like himself, but his appearance and expressions are sort of distorted...strange and blended with those of my most abusive, psychopathic ex. He's extremely smug and starts speaking to me cruelly, though I don't remember what he said. I just realize I need to get away from him (fearing he will try to kill me), and I bolt out of our bedroom.

I wake up in bed with my boyfriend, and I'm so relieved to be awake. He's just rising too, and I start to tell him about my dream. Yet, something is off again. He takes my hand and tells me viciously, "I won't have you quiet quitting on me," referencing that he knows I've checked out of our relationship. I'm filled with fear and he bites the back of my hand hard. I'm terrified, and I wake up.

I'm next to my boyfriend again. He's already awake and rubbing my back, saying that I was moving strangely in my sleep. Apparently, my body was "locked up" and I was trembling, but something was off. I get the urge to leave again and walk into our hallway...just anything to get away from him. Somehow, there are basement stairs where his office should be. I go down them into what looks like a large dance hall filled with people. This is a relief because it's well lit and I see my old friend "K" there. She's smiling in a strange way, but she seems sad, and her porcelain skin is blotchy red. She tells me that her cousin just died in a car accident and looks very upset for a second before smiling again (like forcing away her pain). Then she begins dancing with the others and spinning in circles, looking half insane. I realize this is all wrong, and I wake up.

I'm next to my boyfriend, but this time he gets up and goes to our restroom. I'm convinced I'm finally awake since everything is super normal, but then I see a brown animal (like a Stag) walk through the hall. I freeze in shock, realizing this is impossible and I'm somehow still in a dream! That's when I jump up to follow my boyfriend because I just know I'm being fucked with. Something tells me he has the answers.

Well, my boyfriend is gone, and out of the bathroom comes a very tall and imposing, red-skinned demon man. He has black, curled horns on his head and one on his chin. He's wearing a light, shimmery-gray tunic with embroidery, and he looks very regale and fucking terrifying. That said, there's something very fake and false about him. It's almost overdone and stupid-looking, and I realize he has no power over me.

I ask him if he's Satan, because even though I'm not religious, that's what he frickin looks like. He says "Yes" but it rings false. I ask it some other questions that are personal to my life and what I've seen in the dream, but I can detect his lies, and nothing holds water. Finally, he simply says "Stop caring what people think about you" and that strikes me as the true answer. That's when I lung at him. A wooden stake appears in my hand and I stab it through his chest and he falls to the floor. I jump on top of him and move to strike again and he crumbles underneath me...sort of vanishing away. I'm unsure if I defeated him or if he just escaped.

I FINALLY wake up next to my actual man, but my eyes are so heavy. It took everything not to go back to sleep, but I was so worried I'd loop again and be stuck in my dreams. That's why I'm up now (since 6 am). And yes, it took me a while to believe I was actually awake, though, what does that even mean? Everything about these dreams (besides the magical elements) felt as real as any waking day I've ever lived.

In fact, if I woke up right now, I wouldn't even be surprised.

I dreamt of falling and breaking just about all my teeth, there were a couple left in my mouth. I had the ones in the very back and then somehow managed to keep one of my front middle teeth, that was the only tooth left. The rest had fallen out or half broken or cracked. (There was blood). In the dream, I fell when I was downstairs in the basement (I have no recollection of what I was doing to make myself fall), and when I had broken them I rushed upstairs to tell my family. Micheal was on the couch playing video games as he usually does, and was laughing at me apparently because of how stupid I am, he bellowed something about how I always fuck up or something but I wasn’t listening to him. Mother was at the head chair in the dinning room, Charity was on her left and Olivia was on her right. I tried to tell mother what happened but she just looked at me in shock and said “we’ll check it out later.” (Like she would get me new ones). Olivia didn’t even notice until mother whispered to her what I had did and then olivia had said stupidly “oh well at least I’m not stupid enough to do that to myself. You look like some dumb farmer.” Charity sat there the whole time with a different perspective on her face as if she was trying to help me with her expression, but it seemed to me like she didn’t want to say anything because mother and Olivia might judge her for caring. Charity wasn’t really talking at all… Then the dream ended once I spat my teeth into the garbage can.

(What do you think?)

This person is still alive but no longer in my life because of the choices we made. I can’t and don’t want to reach out to them. I used to think of them as a wise person who truly cared for me, then I started seeing them as a predator. Towards the end, they were just a good friend.

In the dream, I was having a relationship issue. It turned from one partner to a past partner and then the old friend showed up.

They didn’t appear in this dream up until moments before I held their face. I can’t even remember if it actually looked like them, I just remember that it was supposed to be them. After I said it, the dream continued as normal and I woke up shortly after.

I woke up feeling concerned about it. It was so vivid and I acknowledged that it was a dream.

In the past, this friend always gave me advice about relations and was the one person I could tell anything… so it makes sense that they were present due to relational issue in the dream but the part that currently plagues my mind is the fact that I walked up to them in the dream, held their face, told them I knew it was a dream, and said it has been difficult without them. No it hasn’t, it has actually been much easier!

Last night I had a dream that my ex hacked through my phone and moved into my house and that my roommates were different people from my real roommates.

Hi everyone, im wondering if someone could give me some insight. In the past, I used to frequently get nightmares, then I started only getting them every once in a while. The nightmares used to always be essentially the same, something horrible was going on with my family - like someone chasing us in the woods, shooting at us, or a door turning into a monster leaving us stuck. Just some examples… In these nightmares, it was always me trying to save my family.

Recently, I’ve started getting nightmares pretty frequently again. I’ve had a total of four in the past week. The first three were different though, the only one in trouble was me, neither one of my brothers or parents were in these nightmares. I was the only one who was being targeted. But in last nights nightmare I was at work, I went out to my car, looked up at the sky and all the clouds were dark, there were 4 huge UFOs lined up and there was a huge black cloud with yellow eyes and and evil smile. I got in my car and immediately called my mom to tell her what I’ve seen and I was on my way to her job. I told her to call my brother and tell him to pick up my dad from home and meet us at my youngest brother’s high school. Everyone in my nightmare was driving like crazy people, making it more difficult for me to get to my family. Finally though, we all arrive at my brother’s high school and we get in one car. I woke up at this point, tossed around for a bit and eventually fell back asleep then the nightmare continued! Now, Im trying to find us some shelter but had no luck. The black cloud monster is just in the sky following us, I finally manage to find a place to hide us in and then I woke up again. I was scared to go back to sleep so that’s where the nightmare ended.

I’m just wondering if anyone knows why I keep having these nightmares?

Also, I know there were UFOs in my nightmare, but I’d like to mention I am not someone who looks into aliens or anything of that sort. Ive always been a pretty anxious person so I avoid conspiracy theories in general. And since I’ve mentioned my anxiety, I’ll also mention that lately it’s been the worst it has ever been in a long time. My job is very stressful and I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about it. Along with work anxiety, I have been reading a lot about Trump and his administration. I probably spent about an hour, before going to bed, reading Trump related posts last night. Along with conspiracy theories, I avoid the news (for the same reason) but it’s hard to avoid bc it’s everywhere these days. I don’t mean to make this political, I just wanted to mention these things incase it could give you all some perspective.

Also, apologies if this post is all over the place, I’m still just shaken up by the nightmare, plus I haven’t gotten a full nights sleep in quite some time. Hopefully someone here can explain why I keep having these nightmares. Thanks!

Please do not read if you have any of the following trigger warnings; unaliving and firearms.

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I had a dream where I was next to a police station when, suddenly, a group of seemingly normal looking people of various ages started using firearms. I pretended to be unalived but one ended up unaliving me anyways. But the feeling afterwards was darkness and it felt electric. Not the buzzy feeling when you touch a wire. It was more like the feeling of being the electricity. I genuinely don't know how to explain it or if it was just my overactive imagination. I've never experienced this before so l'm just very confused and I'm hoping someone has some kind of idea for what this could mean.

TW: death of a close relative.

hey there!! I apologize for my English, it’s not my first language

i’ve been having a ton of similar dreams about my dad - any time I dream about him, it’s the same exact thing.

My dad passed away exactly two years ago. I had an extremely difficult relationship with him, I won’t get into detail, but I feel like it may have something to do with the dreams

I’m not even kidding, at least once a month I’ll have a dream that goes like this

• me and my mom find out my dad is actually alive. Either because the doctors told me he was dead but he was actually just in a coma and brought back to life, or because they found

a new sperimental cure of some kind.

• He’s supposed to come back to our House, but the scenes never take place at home. It’s usually in the car or at a restaurant to celebrate. Mostly the car.

• in these dreams, i’m always unhappy or unbothered that he came back. Every single time, and I mean every single time I dream of him, I keep telling him “you can’t come back to life dad, I already told everyone that you were dead, how will I tell them that’s not true now?”

I never seem to be saying or thinking anything else other than that. What others say, they’re gonna call me a liar, it’s gonna be weird. It’s also very, very uncharacteristic from my part, I tend to never think about how others perceive me.

I never really had facebook in my life, but recently, I had to download it to find a room to rent (i’m in uni) and that’s were everyone finds them in my country. Never got a notification on it. Woke up to a “you might now… *my father’s fb profile”. I don’t follow anyone on there. I literally just use it to find a room. It’s most likely a cohincidence, but it’s what brought me to ask for an interpretation.

Thank u in advance!!

It started off with me and my partner in a house, we are guest so we are setting up a bed for us in a room. It has like barn doors and windows on one side and glass wall on the other to see into the backyard. Then a stranger comes looking through the side of the barn windows and just opens the barns doors. I just sat there shocked. He kinda laughed it off, explained that the doors only open from the outside and then handed me a lantern saying, 'You will need this'. He smiles but its a sad smile and closes the door. I looked down at the lantern it was lit already but cold to the touch. When I turned around, I see my partner and I both laying on either sides of the room, deformed. Theres no blood but the room is a mess, and I just froze, not knowing what to do. When I finally blinked I'm with some of my family infont of the house, they are arguing about something. I asked what happened and they all went silent just staring at me with sadness and uncomfortable lookes. I looked around, and down at my hands, the lantern was gone and I didn't see my partner anywhere. I tried going back into the house, but was stopped. "You died, and now you are back", my sister told me. I was confused and asked what she meant and she replied, "When we found yall, you were both already gone. You somehow woke but you were like an empty shell, you had no emotions toward anything and wouldn't speak". I was still confused with what she meant so I asked where my partner was and everyone went silent again, looking uncomfortable, my sister's hand tightened around mine. I ran back into the house, to the room we were in and it's even more of a mess when I last saw it. The barn doors were busted in ,it looked like some type of animal maybe broke in as the bottom half was destroyed and broken and there was big scratch marks. The glass wall to the back yard was broken with bits still hanging on, the bed was on one side of the room and blankets scrambled everywhere, some torn. It was a lot to take in I started to have a panic attack but woke up. I laid in bed for a bit trying to process things,but fell asleep without realizing. (This is where I can't remember much as it's all just bunched together at this point) I woke back up in the dream but it was a bit in the future, possibly a few months or a little over a year, as I had an infant. It felt like everyone was walking on eggshells around me. They were overbearing with comfort and would be cautious with words. I felt depressed and heavy at heart, I was still grieving over the event. There would be times when I would look out the window and feel sick or have this overbearing weight in my chest and tear up. There was another time skip the infant is now a toddler and I could see her face, it wasn't defined as bits were still blurry but she was beautiful. She was plsying outside in the back yard, everything was so dull but when she appeared, it was like things started to grow around her and become so bright. I stepped outside to be with her, struggling at first, and I felt like so much weight was lifted off me. Still felt sad but I felt comfortable letting my tears fall. Everything around me stared to have color again and then I woke up crying like baby.

This was one of the few fever dreams I had thought I would share.

Just woke up from my dream and decided to share it with you guys.

Just a bit earlier, I woke up from my dream. In my dream I saw 3 colors get into the stock market 📉 and as they going down all stock markets are also going down.

In my head I believe it is 3 AI taking the stock market down. Like entirely gone down to rock bottom. And then all of a sudden these 3 color AI just went up in a matter of seconds maximum volume on some random small gaming company and some other random stocks. I was like woah was I reading too much AI stuff for the past few days? 🤔