Dio Brando (JoJo's bazaar adventures) is on a basketball team and was so good at it that the school decided that they didn't need to buy new equipment,

Everyone on the team hated him cuz the court is so old it has holes in the floor big enough to fall through and everything is rusted.

I decide to go to the trash talking tree-

(a hollowed out pine with very soft leafs inside to sit in and talk trash about someone, and magically they would hear it)

- to trash talk dio .... Obviously, suddenly he materializes right in front of me, I call him a bitch then apologies that my trash talking skills are not very good and he says that he wouldn't have guessed and got really pissed.

So my next logical thought was that he probably never saw someone stim before and if I was lucky it would weird him out enough to leave me alone, so I just start going ham (I do a lot of hand movement ie flapping, clapping and hitting my hands on flat surfaces) good news it worked bad news he gave me the most like disgusted look, like sir?? Wtf

Snow surrounds me as I walk up a steep road on a hill I’ve been up many times before. Winter winds blowing through the mountains but bringing no chill with them. Thick pine trees growing closer, a wood shed behind them. I looked up at the grey white clouds that danced in the sky. I was climbing a pine tree when a woman came to the base of it. She was far away but I could see her face like she was right in front of me. She wore thick winter clothes. (Brown old timey like a trappers wife would of.) Her deep brown eyes stared at me and I knew her like she had always been in my life. She was my mom I think. Her mouth moved but no words came out and she left. I climbed down the tree and approached the shed. Inside the shed were work benches and old tools for carving and what not. I was little and tried to reach something by climbing on a table. But someone walked by the window in front of me. It scared me and I fell off the table hitting my head. Then I died.

I woke up in a new place.

I could feel mud and pebbles moving under my feet when I stood in the stream. Luke warm water wrapped around my ankles as I stood there. Shadows of trees moved with the wind. The wind wrapping around my arms and face. Turtles occasionally popped there noses above the water just to go under again. I was with a little boy who kept talking to me as we walked down the stream rock to rock following the flow of the water. He had short brown hair and a beaded necklace. His name was Kenaway and I had never seen him before. He looked for fish as we walked, trying to catch them. Then we saw a large turtle and Kenaway looked at me. I went into the water, a baby lizard looked at me as it swam away. And I saw Kenaway face fading away from me. And I was gone, again.

Boys run down wooden stairs to a door leading outside. Their foot steps echoing throughout the house. Another boy laid on the floor spinning a brass top in front of the stairs. He was very young and probably the youngest of the three. His clothes were loose he had a brown vest over his shirt and long stallings. He sat there watching the top spin then fall then he would spin it again. I walked into a kitchen and a brick fire place glared back at me. Shouting came from the door so I ran past the youngest boy to the door. A man and two boys come inside. The man carried a dead rabbit. But I slipped. I could see them like it was slow motion coming into the door. The light shining from the sun behind them. The top spines, making a rubbing noise on the floor. Until all I could hear was the rubbing noise. I never saw the mans face but I could see the faces of my boys. I passed on that floor but it wasn’t from falling. And they were gone. All except that noise of the brass top rubbing on the floor as it spun. Spinning continuously until it fell and everything was gone.

Life is filled with fun and frolic as kids. There is nothing to worry about other than eat, play, study and friends. Childhood holds the best place in our memories; school is one place where you make moments that remain etched in your brains till you grow up to be old.

Remembering lunch breaks and the thoughts of sharing home-cooked food with friends brings a satisfying smile on our faces. But, there are millions of children who cannot afford to bring home-cooked food. These children come to schools only because they get free meals once a day that they would otherwise not have access to. If you happen to visit any Government and Government-aided schools, you can see the excitement on children’s faces on hearing the school bell ring during the lunch break. Millions of NGO’s that feed meals to children belonging to challenging socio-economic backgrounds in India. One such NGO is The Akshaya Patra Foundation that feeds unlimited food for education to support the health and education of children. The Foundation is present in 52 locations spread across 12 States and 2 Union Territories of India.

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Akshaya Patra supports the Government’s Mid-Day Meal Programme and helps nourish children who want to achieve big in life; these are “hope” stories that they wish to come true when they grow up. Here are a few stories of children from Telangana.

Vanaja is a 13-year-old, 7th standard student from Margons Ragon School – Mehboobnagar. She dreams of becoming an Agriculture officer one day and help farmers like her father who struggle a lot to yield the fruits of their hard work. It was her father’s dream to watch her grow up to become a big personality. Once she fulfils her dream, it will be her biggest achievement and a gift to her father.

Mahesh is a 7th standard boy studying in UPS Rajampet, Sangareddy district. He is a street-smart child who clearly knows that chasing dreams for other’s happiness will not take him any far. His goal is set on becoming an MBA graduate and partnering with NGOs like The Akshaya Patra Foundation that provides free unlimited meals to children like him. He aims of only one thing – being so famous that every news channel and news report will have his name on the Headlines.

Shruti is a 3rd standard student from Margons Ragon School who does not really know what she wants to be when she grows up. She has only one hope story; she says “A coolie’s daughter does not have to be a coolie, I will become something better.” As of today, she is deciding if she wants to be an Agronomist or a Biology teacher to teach children about interesting topics.

Munna is a 14-year old boy studying in 8th standard in Mehboobnagar’s M.P Prathamika Patashala. He is a little different in terms of his ambition when compared to his friends who want to become police officers, army officers, etc.; he wants to become a Telugu teacher. He believes that he can impart knowledge and morals more effectively if he communicates in the local language.

Deepika is a 7th standard student from UPS Rajampet, Sangareddy district. She is very determined on becoming a television anchor at this young age. She is a fluent speaker and makes every event or activity energetic in her school with her live commentary. She does not miss any opportunity to showcase her talent. She often tells her mother, “Amma, one day, you will see me on TV.”

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Stories Of Children

To read more such stories of children, click here.

Stories of children are many, but the one thing that drives them to follow their dream, is the healthy and hot food they receive at school. The Akshaya Patra Foundation’s food is filled with health and nutrition. This NGO in Telangana serves mid-day meals to 1,198 Government and Government-aided schools. The ingredients used in making the menu are carefully chosen by following the guidelines laid down by the Ministry of Human Resource Development (MHRD). This food gives children the required nutrition for overall cognitive and physical development.

You too can support the Foundation to provide healthy meals to children all over India by donating online here. Children are the next generation who will drive the future of the nation.

Your contribution is essential to make a healthy tomorrow. Support Now!

“W-why are you doing this to me?” the pathetic excuse of a man asked sitting in front of me shaking with fear. I just scowled at him in disgust.

“Please don't hurt me” I gave out a humourless laugh and glared at him while watching him visibly swallow. He looks like he's going to explode into tears. Good, he deserves to feel what he did to those innocent women.

“What? Like you hurt those women?” I snapped. He finally gave out a loud sob.

“Please! I have a family! A wife and a kid on the way!” I sneered at him and turned away to inspect the many sharp objects that I like to show off just to give them a feel of what's to come. I grab one of my ice picks and turn back to him twirling it in-between my fingers.

“You lost your wife the minute you laid a hand on her. She is actually the one who sent me. She told me, before I kill you to deliver a message to you from her. Have fun in hell you sick bastard…...oh and the child isn't even yours.” I whisper that last part and slit his throat before he could even say anything. He started gurgling and crying uncontrollably. I smiled to myself in satisfaction and stabbed him in the throat, cutting off his airway killing him instantly. His whole body fell limp in the chair he was tied up to. I let out a noise of satisfaction and took my gloves off throwing them away. I walked back to the man and smiled to myself proud of the masterpiece in front of me. I took my phone out and snapped a picture with a caption that said, 'mission complete’ and sent it to my client. I sent a quick text to a friend asking a favour, to get rid of the body and mess for me and made my way out to my truck. 'This has been a productive day’ I thought to myself and drove away from the abandoned building.

Me and some other people are in this victorian-ish giant house. It seems lonely and there are no windows, just furniture. We walk around a bit and go through a door and end up in this room with playplace-like slides(red, green and yellow). I go down the red one, it's a straight enclosed one with windows(I can see the other slides and blackness). and end up in the area we entered the museum. I walk around alone(people nowhere to be seen). I, in my unconciousness, feel afraid somehow. I go into the dining area and see a huge door. I open it and it's a black void. I walk in and the dream ends. What could this mean? I have a insane fear of going back into that dream for some reason. It gave me a fear of gigantic rooms, peopleless areas and isolation, all three of which I haven't encountered yet in real life. I have similar dreams to this with gigantic malls which gave me a fear of high ceilings and a run-down weirdly-designed isolated fair with weird playgrounds, which gave me a fear of run-down parks.

This is not fabricated; I truly experienced this dream. Some parts I've forgotten but, for the most part, it's all here.

-=WordTickler=-

The Vortex

I found myself underwater in a dark cavern. With no light available, all I could do was feel around for some reference point--anything to tell me where I was. I quickly found the cavern wall. It was smooth as glass and painfully cold to the touch. As I madly kicked upward and to my left along the slimy wall, there was the nagging fear that I had chosen the wrong direction. I froze, releasing a tiny air bubble. It confirmed I was headed toward the sky as I felt it tickle up along my face.

A breath. I needed a breath. It seemed years had passed since my last one. My heart pounded this reminder into my temples and I instantly resumed my struggle toward the dim light above. Stroking upward, I noticed the water was becoming brighter every moment--a glorious clear blue. Just as I started to feel the effects of oxygen deprivation, I glimpsed the surface above me. Wondering if I would ever reach that mirror of life before passing out, I wrenched the madness from my mind and threw it into all six limbs--hysterically treading upward.

As I finally broke the surface and drew in a long anticipated gasp, I heard the echoing of my splashing and coughing rebounding infinitely off the curving walls of the cavern. Eventually, I regained my composure and treaded across the surface to the nearest stark white wall. The cavern had no ceiling. An overhanging border traveled all the way around the smooth rim of the opening. On the underside of the overhang were multitudes of small holes. Darkness was rapidly falling and the moon filled the opening above.

Suddenly, total darkness eclipsed the moon. A gargantuan dark probe extended down into the center of the cavern. Piercing the surface of the water, it shot into the depths of the pool. With tapered tail, it slid silently beneath the surface, quickly disappearing with all but a tiny splash.

Casting about, I tried to find a handhold on the smooth wall--to no avail. It was simply too smooth. The only way out of this prison seemed to be down. Down into that endless dark cave in the center of the submerged floor. Down where the probe had dared venture. Or lived. Who knows?

Fortunately, I noticed metal rods extending from two of the holes in the ceiling's rim. With determination, I stroked my way toward the one of the rods. They seemed to be suspending something beneath the blue liquid surface. Suddenly, the whole cavern seemed to light up all at once. I quickened my pace. I had to get to one of the rods!

The instant I grabbed the rod with my formidable grip, all hell broke loose. It was as if the cavern's bottom was falling away. What had that probe done? Had it drilled a hole through the very floor of the world? The cavern's pool was rapidly forming a swirling vortex. Water was even pouring out of the holes in the cavern rim! The driving force of the flood was immense, but I held on to that rod for dear life. The pool disappeared completely in a liquid tornado, down into the cavern floor as the noise rose to a gurgling crescendo. There I was, scared and confused, dangling in mid-air above sheer nothingness.

Silence.

At first, I heard it. Then I saw it. The water level was gradually rising. To my dismay, it continued to rise--far above its original level! If I had held on to that rod, I would have soon found myself submerged as the water relentlessly rose toward the cavern opening above.

I took a chance. Plunging away from the rod, I swam for dear life. Keeping near the rods--just in case the level receded--I treaded water and watched with awe as I was buoyed toward and then through the cavern opening.

It was a time in my life I will never forget. How I got there, I do not remember. That I escaped was truly a miracle. This is the end of my story. I hope someone will gain from its telling.

-= Jiminy Cricket =-

I dreamt I was in a room asleep, i was biting my lips as I slept in this dream. I was not looking at myself from a third person. But feeling myself do it as I slept. I finally woke up in my dream and my face hurt, so I then went to the mirror and saw my face was bloody and swollen. My lip was cut to my nose and lips were huge. I looked to the right and saw this man I used to date, we didn't speak, but then I saw the man I currently see and he barely was recognizing the wounds. I finally told him I bit my lip too far and he non chalantly said he can notice it. I laid down and fell back asleep, then I woke up in reality. Interested if anyone has any thoughts on it, or have had a similar dream?

This room that has developed and changed over the course of 20 years. I never enter it "right off the bat" while dreaming, but appears in the "story line" of another dream.
The first time I encountered it, No.1: I don't know how I even got into it. The dimensions were like a wire-frame that didn't make sense. It's longer than it is wide with a very low ceiling. The front (or porch as it's turned into) has a regular door, but I seem to enter it through a side-door panel.
Through the years I've encountered sometimes a small crowd of people I don't know, just a few, or sometimes nobody. Most of the time it feels as if I'm not welcome there, other times everyone is cordial. I do remember being asked to leave once, by what felt like, the owners.
The room as I said before, started out a wire-frame that didn't go into a 3 point perspective, but has changed to sometimes an art-deco style w\smooth wood to a Victorian setting with crushed velvet and sculptured mahogany. But the room is always dimly lit (i think that's how my 3D brain can deal with the dimensions that don't match up). I've never ventured into the back\rear of the room.
Anyone else have a familiar dream spot that's morphed through the years?
BTW, the front door leads out to a strange semi-rustic fishing village, but that's a whole 'nuther story.

This is exactly what I wrote when I woke up. I copied it off my iphone notes ((The eyes like the awoken part, is relating it to this game race from a shooter ive played since I intended for someone to read this post so I made it relatable to something they might recognize or can compare to.)) Start of dream: I met her in that dream. The girl had eyes like the awoken, and she was blonde. She had the softest skin id ever felt. She was very emotionless. I kissed her on the cheek. I loved her. Eventually we all ended up on a bus, like a field trip. I saw Robert from from sacramento in it. He told me he was sorry he didnt talk to me anymore. He told me it was because he had gotten rid of everything not normal in his life so he could be cool. I knew he was talking about me being trans. I gave him a hard time and drilled him for that. The bus driver started swerving but he got back on track. (We couldn't see the bus driver anywhere even though we were sitting near the front, and middle of the bus. The bus had an odd middle row.) A minute later we barely missed a pole on the road, and we drove off a freeway road into a pond/lake. Everyone was terrified, I heard the screams. The only thing on my mind was saving the girl, and robert. I took a deep breathe unphased by this accident. I was prepared to start swimming and open my eyes underwater. Then I woke up. [End of Dream] Any ideas what any of it could mean?

I had actually a dream and a nightmare. I'll tell my dream.

Let's say in my crazy dream last night I was in Malaysia. I'm European and never in my real life been there or anywhere close, and it could have been also Indonesia, Philippines or the likes (I know they're different, but in my dreams apparently not).

Anyway, I probably was there for holiday with "friends" (not further specified). The thing is I had to get away from there illegally because it was illegal for me to cross the border for some obscure reason, either because I was wanted as a criminal (for no apparent reason) or because there were closed borders to the fictional country making all travel illegal. Anyway. I think all the people I was with there all went home and I was asleep or something, waking up to the whims of the locals, with probable no money at all and just my pants.

From there on I was highly lucky to set a deal about the same day: two locals could get me into the staff entrance of the airport and smuggle me across the border.

With barely any time to waste I found myself rushing in with the flight attendants, and one of the guys who got me in there also joined on the flight. I had no idea what I was doing, and before I knew it, I found myself dressed in a blue, tight stewardess's outfit surrounded by four foxy stewardesses dressed in pink and all neat. You could see my hairy arms and legs and I could only hope that this was how the flight was going to elapse, without even a wig. But no, the reason I was dressed in blue was not because I was male - it was a skirt after all - but because that was the color the 'captain stewardess' wore (which they had apparently) and there was work to do; I had to walk in front and all that. So immediately after take-off, I had to act as if I was transgender or something and also an experienced stewardess, with no practice at all. They noticed soon enough and I was returned my own stuff and clothes in the toilet where I locked myself in for the rest of the flight. It all went really fast, so fast in fact I even wondered in my dream if time was accelerated, so fast I had no time to worry about who would remember this embarrassment besides me. Anyway, the nerves and warm climate must have been quite the sight and smell. But nobody asked questions, probably due to the times we live in.

I arrived at an airport in Sweden which means I still had to board one other flight home. The guy who got me into the plane had no time to talk to me but on the run I persuaded him to explain me how to get going from here. After all the deal was "home", not Scandinavia, but at least the continent was right.

I had to sneak into a freight plane somehow. My only option, turned out it worked, but I also was robbed by the guy I noticed when he left, with my passport and such. Luckily I still had my clothes, but I could not be seen by anyone, and from there on I was alone.

There was no explanation what to do when I arrived at the destination; but I figured to just ''slip away'' as soon as the doors opened. Getting in was easy - infrastructure has it's leaks and I sneaked unto a conveyor belt.

It was an empty flight, I could see the pilot, and he probably seen me, but he was talking to himself, so there was a chance he had no idea he was not alone. I drifted off, tired, thinking back about what all passed during that day, but sooner then I expected (again) we landed. No idea where, but it felt like home. It got exciting here, because there was nothing to hold on to and the G forces were strong. So strong that I was feeling ver light, almost weightless and then suddenly forced into the floor, so heavily that I was confused whether we had capsized; I thought we were upside down for a moment because my vestibular senses were so agitated. At which point I also sensed strong rocking to the sides, as if the plane was wayward, but it was only just steering into a hangar. I feared everything and could only crawl into a corner and hope for the best. The doors opened.

I stood in an airtight locked hangar and was looked down by four people from a safe distance. They asked me if I was okay, and threw a special pants at me because I had to be decontaminated.

That was the end of the dream; I had to undress and endure whatever was going to pass; I slipped customs twice and having entered the freight entrance there was a policy of decontaminating whichever arrived in the country unregistered - and apparently they made no difference between humans or objects. I'd survive the fumes or toxic shower, whatever it was, for sure they had special pants for these occasions already, so yeah, or would these be my anonymous funeral pants? I can't decide.

So my dream was very eerie - I was at a festival with my friends (some of whom I recognised) and we were unpacking our stuff from the car. Then it cuts to me being on stage with - young - Led Zeppelin, and the crowd are happy but we keep playing covers and non-Led songs. For some reason I'm the lead guitarist, even though IRL I don't play the guitar. Suddenly we start playing "a whole Lotta love", with me playing the main riff, and Jimmy Page is looking at me like I'm doing a great job. Then the others go off stage and me and Jimmy start playing a ballad, but we're getting REALLY exhausted by this point. He faints, the paramedics come, and then I collapse but they say they'll come back for me.

The next bit is REALLY weird - then while I'm lying down waiting, I fall into a little stream, one that has flowers up and down the banks. I fall onto a log or something and fall asleep.

Then I wake up - it's still daylight but I've completely gone somewhere else downstream - I still seem to be in some sort of a national park, but I don't recognise my surroundings at all and there's people here but no festival, it's just a normal park and nobody's noticed me floating down the stream.

I climb onto the riverbank and start walking, trying to find my bearings. I walk for a good five minutes and I find a park map in front of me. I read it, and not only do I definitely not recognise this park, but for some reason the festival space was marked on the map, but it was MILES away. I have no phone or anything on me, so I keep walking in the direction, and according to the map I have to walk alongside a graveyard. The graveyard is white and marble and it seems to go on forever , but I walk between the stream and the graveyard.

/then i wake up

I was nearing the end of my shift and starting to clean the dining room of the restaurant I work in when I noticed the cook was leaving, so I asked him where he was going. "NightLightCrimes," he said, "Our jobs don't matter anymore. Why waste precious time cleaning?" I was confused, so I asked him what he meant. "Oh, you haven't heard?" He looked at me quizzically as I shook my head. "On Tuesday the world ends." Without explaining anything more, he left.

Not wanting to jeopardize my job, I took the time to clean both my area of the restaurant and the cook's. Throughout the extent of my cleaning, my thoughts felt dark and fuzzy and it even remotely extended to my vision. Every movement became a struggle. I vividly remember trying to focus on the floor in front of me as I swept it, but there was a looming fog around everything that I did. I was unsettled by what the cook had said and it greatly impaired my thought process.

After I finished cleaning, I went to my uncle's house- the smartest man I know- to inquire about what my coworker had said. I have no recollection of the trip across town.

Having arrived at the small country house, I found my uncle in his normal position in front of the computer, his cat sitting and purring contently on his lap.

"Oh," he said, surprised but calm after I nervously brought up the subject of the cook's behavior, "You don't know?" Again, I felt nothing short of stupid as I shook my head. "NightLightCrimes," he said, looking me in the eyes to either gauge my reaction or force me to understand the seriousness of the situation, "The leaders of the world were greedy and wanted to harvest the universe," he spoke slowly and steadily, never breaking eye contact with me, "They shot off millions of bullets from every corner of Earth out into space and now we are meeting our demise," he paused, and I saw the first flash of concern cross his face, "The stars are bleeding."

Immediately I understood that it was not just the death of our world that was upon us, rather, it was the death of the universe. I no longer feared for my life. The feeling within me was nothing short of terror; my birthplace, my home of existence, all of the energy around and of me would soon be no more. Why waste time grieving the loss of yourself and those you love when even the energy within your body would be no more after your imminent death? It all seemed meaningless.

Although I don't understand it, I remember stumbling through downtown in a more urgent state of the haze I had been in earlier looking for a grey cat I had known years ago. I so desperately wanted to save this cat... Or perhaps I wanted to make a connection with it? Perhaps I sought its wisdom? The minutes before I came to were all very fuzzy...

I woke up with this continued sense of terror wishing for my own death over the gut-wrenching, tear-inducing feeling that filled every length of my otherwise empty being.

The stars are bleeding.

The feeling has loomed and rips my conscious to pieces when I lose myself to it. In my own way, I have experienced the death of the universe.

I am new on Reddit, but I have been reading many different topics. I've decided to share mine, only these are dreams I've had since I was a little girl. These dreams have been haunting me and for a while now I have been researching to find the answers. Here we go:

1. {I had this dream at age 14}

It was snowy and i remember standing on an a back porch and look up at the icy blue sky and saw a dark orange ball with three yellow spots inside of it flow by and stop above me in the air.(this is what it looks like: http://thesilentwarrior89.deviantart.com/art/Eclipse-in-my-dream-503741803 ) An old leafless tree was somewhat in the way of it but I could still see it clearly and it had a shade slowly cover it as if it was a eclipse. After it finished it, the ball flew away in a strange speed.

2. {When I was 13 living in a old house}

I was in the kitchen talking to my mum, when I look out the window which was above the sink, I see our neighbors living room house. The light was off but I could still see a hand reach to a lamp and as it turned on, I started to cry(?) As I remember, I walk into the living room and there were three windows in a row, the middle one is large and a flash of white light appeared the feeling of being saved(?) over whelmed me and a head and hand appeared from the light, the last thing I remember was I was walking to it. (my drawing from the dream:http://thesilentwarrior89.deviantart.com/art/figure-appearing-in-my-dream-503746302 )

3. (This dream I had a few months ago)

I laying on top of prickly grass and staring up at the night sky when a large white strange UFO appeared out of no where, my eyes followed it until it was hovering over me. My eyes were glued to it s it lowered it self, the light was kind of blinding but I just continued to stare at it, when a burning sensation appeared on my right shoulder the feeling felt so real and painful I started to cry when it stop and flew up and wet to the edge of the grass and it transformed into a Christmas decoration!

Further in the dream I walk up some stairs until I get to a balcony and see my mum wrap in a blanket. She look at me with a straight/depressed/angered expression and said: "You've been gone for 10 years." I was surprised at her responses and I ask "What you mean?" she responses "Your Grandparents called the cops on me.." I remember being silent from this, I never was gone that long in the dream nor missing in real life.

I woke up shaking in fear and my right arm was in pain, but no mark as found.

4. {Had this dream when I was 12} I was outside of my house and I see these 4 women in winter cloths as it was snowing, and I see them above and they put their hands together and form a triangle and I remember going through it.

I then was in a room of a house I never seen before and I assume it was on the second floor. Something in the dream I couldn't see was showing me through a window where I saw, the darkest of skies with large hail falling from it onto a town, that kinda reminded me of San Francisco. And I remember feeling weak at that point util I woke up from anxiety.

Thats all for now, I have more but these are main ones. I need answers for these, I am being haunted by these dreams and some others. the burning sensation felt real and I felt the pain when I awoke, which is strange.

thank you :)

Today I was watching some videos on an upcoming game called "Elite Dangerous". Afterwards I fell asleep and experienced one of my most entertaining dreams of late. Also, I myself am never in my dreams, and instead my dreams take place through the first person view of another. He has no name and no real description. Just imagine a space pilot who is in his mid 20's and you will be correct. Even though I refer to him as "I", I'm actually telling the story as he would tell it. That's not hard to understand at all! /s

In it, I was piloting a personal ship that looked a lot like the smaller ship in this image and was really quite luxurious. Noticing I was low on fuel I disengage the FTL drive to stop at a hotel-ship which is a massive beast with many docking bays on either side and a cargo loading bay in the rear between the 4 massive engines. They are exactly what you think; you stop to get some food, rest and fuel after a long inter-solar trip. It's also nice to feel some simulated gravity (0.8 earth) for a while.

I radio in for request to board. They scan my ship for any illegal cargo and do a background check to make sure I'm not a criminal. During my wait however, I notice a craft coming up behind me with weapons drawn. I count 4 laser cannons pointed directly at me. My ship is no match for his. His is a nimble fighter jet to my bulky yaht. It would be no contest.

I hurriedly scramble my ship to land into the large cargo dock which has a force field that can protect against laser weapons. I do my best to perform evasive maneuvers (which look like an obese whale ballet dancing) and somehow get this beast into the bay right as he lets out a few blasts which are absorbed by the shield.

This attack automatically activates the hotel-ships' defensive turrets. They manage to drive off the lone pirate. Afterward I move my ship into a proper dock and visit my hotel room. It's quite nice, with an upscale theme to it, large bed and a multiple-head shower. There are even windows to the outside to view all of the beautiful astronomical bodies.

However, while I am enjoying the view, I feel a strange sensation. Acceleration. The hotel-ship is moving. Which is odd, seeing as if they moved around then how would anybody find them? I quickly get my answer as to why when I spot a large group of pirate attack craft. At least 50 of them, maybe more. Automated turrets are once again activated and my view is lit up with a dazzling display of weaponry. Without warning, the shutters to my windows come down and I feel a jerk which knocks me off my feet. A voice over the ships intercom says that the captain has initiated an emergency jump to FTL and instructs all passengers to brace against something. I can feel the ship trembling as we go from a standstill to FTL speeds in just a few minutes.

When we leave our jump, the shutters on the windows retract and I see we are among a huge group of absolutely massive city-ships which make the one I'm aboard look like an ant by comparison.

Hurray for this being my first post ever! (Am I doing it right?) I figured I'd post here because this is a really long dream... kinda like a story. If it goes well, maybe I'll post the dream sequence involving my mysterious husband. Let it be known I'm not actually married. I'm not even 20 and I'm as single as you can possibly get. But let's keep the details of other dreams for other posts.

(All the speech/quotes are going to be something-to-that-effect. I'm good at remembering butt loads of detail, but not that good.)

So here's the dream:

I woke up in my own bed, own house, and everything looked normal. I get up and I open the door leading to the garage. Instead of the garage being there, it was stairs leading down as if I was standing on the second floor of a two story house. I close the door behind me as I head downstairs. I end up walking into the living room of a slightly blue/grey house. I didn't recognize it.

Anyways, a guy walks in from what i think is the kitchen area, and says, "Oh, by the way, my family is going to be coming over in a while, so you might want to put some different clothes on."(That's when I realized that I was wearing white booty shorts and a black tank top.)I went into another room to get some clothes and change. When I came back out I noticed that the stairs that I came down from were gone, but I didn't think much of it. I was too busy being nervous because I had never met his family. I guess he noticed because he said, "Don't worry about it, they'll like you. I'm going to pick up some groceries right now, so I need you to feed the dog. I'll be back as soon as I can." He left and I went to feed the dog.

I sat with the dog while he ate. As he was eating, he was talking(yes, the dog talked to me) about how he liked the carrot flavored bits of food the best, but didn't like the celery ones, but the carrot flavored kibble doesn't compare with real carrots, but he didn't really mind as long as he got fed(lol wut?).

I heard the doorbell ring, so I left the dog to go answer it(of course the dog was saying he wanted to answer the door, but my answer was no). I opened the door, thinking it was going to be my buddy's family, but it was a big(he towered over me) man in a black trench coat and hat (he also wore gloves). Immediately, in my head, I reviewed the contents of my pocket to determine what I could use as a weapon against this guy... the only decent thing I had was my black 2.5 inch knife. He asked me if my buddy was home, and I told him no, he should come back some other time. Then he asked me who I was to my buddy. I got pretty defensive and asked him why he cared. Then he pulled out a gun and said, "I just wanted to know how my old friend was doing, " then he looks at me again, "and it seems to me he is doing just fine."(At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm grinding my teeth.) The mystery man then says,"let's go for a little walk outside, I want you to meet a friend of mine." The 200+ pound man had me at gunpoint, so there was really nothing I could do. He led me by gunpoint towards an suv, I could see somebody sitting in the drivers seat, but I couldn't make out what they looked like. In the corner of my eye, I saw my buddy driving, and he saw what was going on so pulled into the driveway of a house two streets down. The last thing I saw was my buddy getting out of his car and loading his gun, then the big guy knocked me out by slamming his gun into the back of my head.

SWITCH SCENES

Now I'm swimming underwater. It was dark, and screamed internally when my hand brushed a jellyfish.

After my mini-meltdown, I noticed a green glow a little ways off.

"Bingo!" I thought to myself as I swam towards it.

It was a stone. A light jade/kelly green stone, and there was a whips of what resembled dark grey smoke moving around inside. I grabbed it and it felt warm to the touch. Then I heard a voice in my head saying, "Now you must pay for what you have done."

Me in my head: "...shit."

SWITCH SCENES

I'm in one of those huge industrial-sized water pipes with my husband(the same guy that is in many other dreams). Unlike the other dreams I had that included him, we were very alone. I don't remember what we were doing in there, but we were sitting there on opposing sides of the pipe, kinda huddling each other and talking things over. I don't remember exactly what we were talking about, but he was scared. He was very scared. He kept apologizing too, but I would tell him he had nothing to apologize to me for.

Then we heard footsteps and I felt a sudden rush of cold wind that pretty much slapped my face. I opened my eyes and I realized I wasn't in the pipe anymore and I got the sensation that I was in a very big, empty room and the only thing I was standing on was a little piece of earth, and the rest of the ground was no where in sight. Then I noticed a thick rope draped around my neck and it suddenly tightened. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

I could feel each ridge of the rope pass more and more tightly over the tendons of my neck.

I tried to scream, but it happened so fast that I didn't even have time to take a proper breath.

Then I woke up.

I've dreamt of the same place three times now. Each dream has been more and more vivid than the last. It's like a continuing story and the last one was really bad. In the most recent one I returned to this place what seemed like years upon years later. I think I used to own this place in my most recent dream, but no longer did. To describe the place I would say that it is about five acres of cleared land with three separate buildings on it. The first one is a single story house on a hill that sets higher than the other two. Out behind this house is the big garage with basement. The basement was always a huge hole in the middle maybe twenty feet across with steps that led down. In the most recent dream the hole was sealed off. I even remember in my most recent dream when I arrived I said "here is the spot of our future sinkhole." The third building was simply a shed behind the garage, nothing special. In this dream, something was wrong. I would like to say zombies, but there were no zombies. I just know we went there for a safe place. I was with a couple of army buddies, the bartender from a local comedy club and one of my ex girlfriend. At one point in my dream I checked Facebook and there was a post that said "is this you SPC Cavender? (my last name). With your hazards and brights on?" It was a picture taken in a rear view mirror with a few cars in it and all had no lights. The picture was basically a GIF, there was rain falling in the mirror with plain white text. I remember being upset seeing that. We had to leave our land during this dream, something bad happened. We got separated, I was with the bartender. We tried to grab my ex but she was separated as well. We got to the freeway and society was still functioning, but in an odd fashion. Three semi trucks were on the shoulder back to back. We see Morgan sprinting across the freeway in terror. We loop back to go get her. We followed to a coulda sack neighborhood and we agreed to search for her house by house. There was one house with two babies banging on the glass door violently, disturbingly. We get stopped by a man who holds us at gun point and forces my friend into a basement. There was a loud scream and then a big lizard tail is thrown up stairs. Yeah, I don't fucking know. But I was left upstairs with a young man, he had a Remington 700 rifle. I moved for a hatched it and chambered a round in his weapon. I talked him down and began to walk close, gained his trust and killed him. I woke up panicked right then and there. What is this property? I've never been there in real life but my mind keeps recalling it. The first dream with it I was looking at it, the second I owned it, this one it was run down and abandoned. Owners after me left it this way.

So this is my fist time posting here, but I don't think I've ever felt so interested by any of my dreams, and I really wanted to share. I just woke up five minutes ago, so I'm gonna type this out before I lose it.

I just had a dream where I was having chronic nightmares and seeing really scary visions. I went to some sleep therapist, and he told me to imagine something scary on the ground (I think I used spiders), then stare at a white board and write out a happy story, basically getting the scary stuff out of my brain and only focusing on happy. He said that as I was writing the story, I would start to fall asleep and I wouldn't have any nightmares. As soon as I fell asleep in the dream, I woke up in real life.

What do you guys think?

https://soundcloud.com/bronson-richard/sets/delusions-of-a-sleepy-man

A few nights ago I had a dream in which I met my ex. He had gotten into a car accident some time ago and his arm (I forget which side) was bloated and deformed. It was slightly shorter than the other and his hand was swollen and purple. It looked kind of like when you inflate a latex glove and when he moved the skin of his arm jiggled as if filled with fluid.

My ex and I no longer keep in contact. I terminated my friendship with him after it became apparent to me that he didn't care about carrying on a friendship with me.

Last night I had a dream where I killed someone.. the pastor of my church. Recently my parents and I have had issues and arguments rooted in my slight depression and dissent of in a lot of their beliefs. But my parents are both great people- we just don't agree on certain topics. Anyways, we were talking, and my Mom ended saying I should talk to our pastor about some questions I had and figure things out with him.

I go to bed. The dream starts as a battle of sorts, with swords and other old weapons. We retreat up a little mountainy area and hide for a little bit. Within seconds, an army comes up and we start going ham on these guys.. Until a guy comes behind my back with some whip and whips me on the shoulder- I forget who he was but he disappeared. My Dad sees my distress but not before my pastor as another soldier corners me. My pastor in soldier form has a rope and throws it around my neck but the neuce is weak. We struggle, and then I hold my sword straight out and put it right through his chest.

Later on in the dream my mother asks me why I would do such a thing.

So far, it's been one of my most impressive, detailed, saddening, symbolic dreams I've experienced. Just thought I'd share.

last night i had a dream that i was standing at a creek with a forest on one side and no trees, just my house, on the other. i didnt know why i was there, but there was someone with me though i didnt know who. it was dark out, with only moonlight to help us see. i was at the edge of the creek, staring into the forest when bout 10-15 different owls suddenly flew out of the forest. i was so startled i looked down, and when i looked back up there were these.... people... lined up and dressed in bright red and gold cloaks with hoods that resembled owls... they looked almost... tribal... i could see their faces, large eyes yet almost friendly looking... except one. he was larger than all of them, dressed in a muddy brown robe with a sheet of frilly red silk on his hood. his face was covered by this metal mask which resembled a great horned owl's face... but sinister and grotesque. he walked around the lined-up group before standing at the head of it. it was obvious he was the leader. i took out my phone and tried to take a picture, the leader looked at me and shot a bright blue energy bolt at me as if to say "no". it didnt hurt, but i seemed to get a threatening air from him, whereas the other "owl people" seemed friendly. i started to back up into my house when one of them turned ans owed towards me, i returned the bow before they all turned into owls and flew off.... i woke up shortly after.... i want to have that dream again....

Mine have been supremely odd to me, beginning from a young age. As a child I have had dreams of snakes wrapping their bodies around me and staring into my eyes as well as mechanical turbines slowing moving a conveyor belt on which my super-glued hand was stuck. I remember having a feeling of helplessness in that one, yet acceptance of having to watch my body in the process of expected mutilation. The moment the snake snapped its mouth open to bite my face, I would wake up. The moment the turbines reached for my skin, I would wake up. A couple of years ago I had a peaceful nightmare of being alone on a remote island in the middle of nowhere, in which I was walking on one of the wrecked train tracks on the island's mountains. The track disappeared, as did the edge of the cliff, exposing a charming green ocean and sunset. It was almost as if I was on some kind of future dimension of earth where geographical and climate change had caused formely technologically advanced frameworks to completely collapse, and its people to desert the region entirely. Tectonic shift, maybe? The reason I considered this aesthetically pleasing one to be a nightmare is because of the innate sense of loss I experienced within it. I had absolutely no-one. Another nightmare I can remember happened years ago when I decided t live alone as soon as I turned 18. I had been recovering from a deeply disturbing relationship with an ex, and this was my way of dealing with it. I also had filled up my schedule with productive things to do-school, work, travel, friends, and family. At the end of the night, I was still alone, and I suppose in shock, as well, because having a nightmare about waking up in a body bag and consciously unzipping yourself out of it to acknowledge that you had been sleeping on top of an unknown bunk bed in a pitch-dark, isolated mansion isn't something the typical adolescent would want to spend the night. I decided to look around in the dream, searching for some sort of solution to my Stockholm syndrome. I went outside the home to a cold country road with an abandoned and closed-down famous coffee shop across the street from the mansion. A sense of familiarity mixed in with a complex sense of duty told me I should go back inside, so I went back into the room inside the unknown mansion, climbed to the top of the bunk in which I had awoken, slipped back into the body bag, and zipped myself up, suffocating both myself and any falter of light left, only to wake up from the devil to breathe. My most recent ""mare which I can recall was a few days ago, in which I had the feeling of intense excitement to visit a long-time ex-boyfriend or lover of sorts. No-one from real life, this person who I was excited to see doesn't seem to yet exist in my conscious reality? So I am climbing up a not twisty, but dangerously zig-zaggy ladder to get to a jack-in-the-beanstalk type of office which lays somewhere up in the clouds, hoping to sit down to wait for my man, or something or other, or perhaps expecting to see him sitting there. It turns out that I enter his section of the cloudscape to find another woman, tall, lanky-looking, yet perhaps beautiful in her own way in the eyes of "my lover". I must state beforehand that this woman was similar to one of the supporting characters in a foreign film I had recently watched a few hours or so before the dream. So it was the soul of the character from the movie entering my sleeping consciousness and befriending me, in the same manner the character had befriended the lead role's character in that exact romance film. I remember us acknowledging each others' presences and the silent, friendly understanding that we were staring into the mirror of a man's mistress, or "the other woman". I feel completely defeated by life, as the office-cloud races into a thinning atmosphere of the lack of his return. I don't know what the girl was going through, but I remember the sly grin on her face that I couldn't help but be forced to tolerate for those next few moments, causing me to consider the possibility that she knew this whole time, and I did not. Come to think of it, I've had a ludicrously vivid one a few weeks ago, one which felt apocalyptic to the local area in which I currently reside. Once again I was solitary, and scavenging the trashed urban area, trainside yet again, for something: human interaction, food, shelter, anything. I didn't know where my home was, nor did I care. I came to a backyard I which a goat that walked on its hind legs, with one of its hooves chained to the garage door began speaking to me. I don't remember what he was telling me, but I remember completely agreeing to the negotiation we had just made with each other, and walking away...some moments thereafter I had found myself in a run-down zoo in which visitors literally came to visit runaway alligators. There seemed to be a mockery of the event, and I found myself being last to run away from the exhibit, having to deal with the clever animal face-on. My only instinct was to be cautious, move slowly away from it, and force a psychic connection? with the animal. I determined that it had allowed me to cross and leave the zoo. I don't remember the rest of that one.