Wow. Just... wow. Help. Now.

The only /tg/ dream I ever got was about a Satyress fucking each of the Norse gods in turn.

I envy you.

Cool story bro.

When did I stumble into /x/?

I think you got it right. No more Changeling for you young squire.

>>16827157

Don't envy. I feel fucking sick whenever I think about it. I live near a fucking school, and I feel fucking guilty whenever I see kids walking past and laughing. Because that laughter is IDENTICAL to those wasps that I started butchering. What's fucked even more is how detailed that dream was. When I stomped those wasps, their heads kinda had a crunchy pop under my boot. I can vaguely even remember the FEEL.

>>16827186

> That feel when stomp children wasps heads

Well OP, I'm going to ask the most obvious question pertaining to any meaning behind the dream.

How do you feel about wasps in general?

I dreamt my Nid army was on my bed, pinning the covers in a bizzare mix of Gulliver's Travels and Full Metal Jacket.
Difference is I managed to get an arm free and crush a genestealer with my hand.
I woke up shortly after.
Kind of a shame.

Ah, you're what's called a psychopath. Join the CIA.

>>16827210

Don't care. Never been stung by them, not allergic to them. Thought they were kinda cool before this. Same with bees. No idea why they decided to be evil-then-victims.

>Working as mercenary
>Boss is imprisoned on false rape charges
>Need to save his ass
>Go to the tower where they're keeping him
>He's been tortured, brutally beaten, and will probably never move again
>Save him anyway, kill the fucker who tortured him
>Embrace delicious brown waifu in celebration
>Boss sees it, not pleased
>Boss despairs, hijacks carriage and gets the hell out of here despite being crippled as all fuck
>Follow him
>Oh god what his necklace is crying blood why is his necklace crying blood
>Demons everywhere
>DO YOU WANT TO GO TO CASTLE Y/N?
>Y
>ROAD TO CASTLE MUST BE PAVED WITH BODIES OF THOSE WHO HAVE DIED FOR YOU. IS THIS OKAY Y/N?
>Y
>Oh fuck
>SACRIFICE! SACRIFICE!
>More demons
>Running!
>My companions are all dying brutally
>Get caught
>OH FUCK MY EYE
>BOSS IS ALSO DEMON
>DEMON BOSS RAPES MY DELICIOUS BROWN WAIFU

And then I woke up. I need to lay off the opium.

OP, that.. what the fuck dude.

>>16827203

Okay, lemme share my dream /tg/,

I dreamt I was in an endless white hallway thats completely devoid of any detail. the hallway was filled with naked people with completely blank looks on their faces, as if they had no emotion. they were shambling about like mindless zombies oonly w/o the brains part, or biting.

I was there wearing what looked liked a sort of generic adventurer drab, leather coat, shirt, pants and boots. i was holding two machetes, 1 on each hand. and at that point i felt a massive urge to KILL EVERYTHING.

>contd

>>16827243

I always wondered, where are these two images from, and is there any more? They make brilliant reaction images.

>>16827186

Second question for you, OP.

Why do you think you had this reaction?

>>16827237

I see what you did there.

>>16827260

You mean the rage? I don't know, because I was genuinely upset? How would you feel if you woke up after a car accident and were a freakshow? And then at that point they said that I could have revenge, so I started killing. That's as best I can think it at any rate. But it is sooooo fucked.

>wake up.
>in a huge stadium. Must be a dream.
>sat in a huge musclecar. Probably a Chrysler.
>huge ramp on one side, huge ramp on the other.
>"Oh, I'm a stunt man? Yeah, this won't be an issue."
>rev car and suddenly hit accelerator, zoom off up ramp.
>hear another car.
>"Oh, we're gonna do a two-car jump on either side? Sick."
>hit the top of the ramp, fly off.
>see other car.
>can't see a driver.
>suddenly get an inexplicable urge.
>wait for it.
>waaaait for it.
>suddenly leap out of the front windowshield
>grab the other car by the bonnet and bumper.
>suplex the car to the ground.
>wake up.

Holy SHIT.

>>16827241

Hey, you heard about it. I had to dream it. And now I have to live with it.

I never asked for this. Seriously.

>>16827253
I started swinging my blades like a madman, cutting up the unreacting humans like a butcher on crack. the white walls of the hallway was completely drenched in blood and guts and meat and bone were flying everywhere. And on my face the whole time was a grin of a crazy nutjob, the one that feels like it goes from ear to ear.

And honestly /tg/, it was the most exhilirating experience of my life. I never felt so much power coursing through my veins. I started laughing that crazy evil villain laugh as i continued to butcher every single one of them.

Then all of a sudden i spotted a gaunt that looked liked a woman, a young teen age girl i think. She looked at me with a blank, emotionless face. I the took her by the throat and slammed her to the wall. Then I slammed my palm on her forehead, grabbed her jaw with the other, and ripped it of her face. She didnt react.

I then chopped her head off and raised it in the air. the other gaunts looked at me with the same blank look and i started laughing the gratest, craziest laugh i have ever uttered in my life.

Then I woke up, and I noticed that my face was still smilling. I was smiling so hard that it took a whole minute to relax my face.

So how was it?

>>16827319
honestly, it was creepy as fuck, yet still feels good somehow.

>>16827310

>Living in a house with two friends.
>My sister has come to visit.
>For some reason both of my friends have become trannies.
>They're talking about fashion, hair and makeup with my sister.
>One of my friends is complaining that they aren't pretty enough.
>My sister is consoling them.
>The other friend turns to me and says "Am I cute?"
>I wake up screaming.

>>16827347
>>16827347
>"Am I cute?"
>wake up screaming

Sounds reasonable

>>16827360
I'd seen that series years before this dream.

Hell I even recognised the meme as soon as I remembered it.

It didn't make it any less terrifying.

>Go home after long hours of work
>See my little sister (14) and her friend playing
>Tell them to go to their room so I can smoke weed
>Ten minutes go by
>Start hearing noises from the room upstairs
>20 minutes
>I go upstair since I hear my sister moaning
>"Look what you done Ann! It bleeding now!"
>"And I'm all wet too!"
>Ask what is going on inside
>"Go away!"
>Stay there knocking her room door, go downstairs to get the master key. Turn on the lights and search for the key for 5 min
>Dash upstairs
>Start opening the door
>"NO DONT COME IN"

Then I woke up

that sounds glorious, OP.

>Be part of team exploring a cave complex, supplying technical expertise
>Day one
>Set up base camp with generator and pull down cables to get lighting while an other group pushes further in
>Day two
>start setting up forward base at the last cave hall before the complex splits into myriads of different paths while others haul equipment to the deeper reaches to go even further
>Day three
>both bases are up, helping the cartographer set up his workstation and oversee the deployment of lighting in the major caves
>everything is going great
>Day four
>exploration team reports strange symbols, get called down to set up a forward observation post to facilitate remote viewing for an archaeological team
>Day five
>entrance collapses, cables and wires survive, still have electricity and by-wire communication
>enough rations to last until the base team can get us dug out
>spend all day redirecting cameras for archaeological team leader wanker
>Day six
>Forward team reports having broken through to some kind of catacombs, will spend the night at depth to give more time for exploring
>Day seven
>Contact lost with forward team
>Archaeological team leader is on our team leader's back about not finding out about the catacombs the second they were discovered
>Fuckin' politics
>second exploration team is sent down to look for first team, turns out the by-wire communications cable had snapped and their radio was on the frizz
>deep expeditions are put on hold, shallow systems gets fully mapped
>Day eight
>echoes from the lower cave systems
>people are getting tense, collapsed entrance almost dealt with
>Day nine
>Pitch black meets Aliens meets Drums in the Deep
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>forward base gets overrun, I detonate our supply of plastics explosives as a last resort
>blow out entrance, all that's left is blood painted cave walls

One of the key features that lets me know I'm dreaming is that in dreams, I always have telekinesis. It's kind of weird.

Sometimes this leads into epic plot, other times, not so much.

>>16827440
Interesting. I can usually fly.

My dreams always dissolve when I realize a door doesn't go between the same two rooms.

And then I had a dream where I was in a four-dimensional maze. Shit lasted forever.

Op, think back to what you did last night. Whatever it was, do not do that combination of things ever again. i would also recommend getting help.

>Having good time with my family in our summer cottage like we used to when I was younger.
>The water is warm, and the weather is beautiful.
>I decide to join my sibling and went swimming.
>As I am diving in the shallow water I suddenly spot a large fish.
>I fucking grab it. Fuck yeah, a fish the size of my arm and I grab it like a fucking bear, right out of the water.
>Holy shit this is the best day ever!
>I present the fish to my father, who nods approvingly, as he prepares to cook it.
>Suddenly it is night, but I don't really notice.
>Family starts eating the fish, and I go back to swimming.
>Glance at the three moons blazing in the night sky.
>Realization of what I just saw, followed by pure horror.
>As the moons start descending towards earth accompanied by a an ear shattering screeching forest fire like sound, I scream and wake up covered with sweat.

mfw.
Seriously, y u do dis brains?

>>16827460
Those are fucking obnoxious. I always wake up pissed from those.

Wow, so many people acting like OP's dream is mega weird or psychologically disturbing. What kind of pussy dreams do you motherfuckers have?

>>16827492
When your dreams aren't just weird, but also have a sociopathic bent to them, then there's something wrong in your head.

I can never really remember my awesome dreams.
Though once I had a dream I was running through town, it was a stormy night, and I had a bloody knife in my hands.
I was also naked.

There was another dream I had in which the city from House of the Dead 2 was flooded, but the water was crystal clear. I swam through it and got to an apartment. James Franco was my roommate.

ITT: Armchair psychology, armchair psychology everywhere

>>16827500
Says who? Violent fantasies are quite common and a natural outlet. If you're dreaming about eating, raping and killing a specific woman every single night - sure, maybe you need to get checked out. One violent dream doesn't indicate you need to get help.

>>16827147
Tell me about the wasps, did they put their stingers into your anus?

huh...reminds me...
just made a setting I call Lucid.
dreamland is a real place that coexist with wakeworld (ours). when we dream the cosmic part of us travels to dreamland and some people who are very good at the whole Lucid dreaming thing can communicate with each other in dreamland.
problem is... dreamland and wakeworld is starting to bleed into each other. dremlander is starting to dream, making them real in our world but fear not, the players are here to save the day! or doom it further... being lucid dreamers they can dream while being awake (side effect of the two worlds mashing together)
its like inception+matrix+boogeyman+bleach+lovecraft+really bad drugs.

>Be 6.
>Middle of the night.
>Hear talking in the other room.
>Light's on in the hall too.
>Climb down from bed (TOP BUNK BITCHES) and go investivate.
>Open bedroom door.
>See my parents, aunt and uncle in kitchen.
>Aunt is pulling her foot out of a large purple bowl. Said foot appears to be covered with lettuce and circular tomato slices.
>Says "FOOT SALAD!" while laughing hysterically.
>Slam the door shut and NOPE the fuck back into bed.
>Wake up in a cold sweat.

I had a dream like that too. One that genuinely appalled me that I could've ever dreamed it was happening. It's hard to remember all of it now but it had something to do with me being horribly racist towards dragons or something, and as I killed a baby's mother she offered it to me to rear as my own. So I did, until it was old enough to speak and understand. Then I tortured it brutally before throwing it down the stairs and kicking its head in with my foot. I remember being happy that I killed it, that I'd done something right for the world and that this little dragon who hadn't done anything deserved it entirely.

Then I woke up. Needless to say I sat there looking at a wall for a very long time until I could justify to myself why I'd dreamed that. I couldn't justify it. I actually brought it to /tg/ and people had reactions just like this one has.

i love this thread.

>>16827562
You just reminded me I've played a text adventure game where that happens.

>In a space station filled with colonists and scientists and more than a few security guards.
>Go up to the observatory deck for some loving with another security guard.
>Get there and she's acting funny. Because she's facing the other way I move forward slowly and put my hando n her shoulder to turn her around.
>Her face has been torn off, and a new one is settling in. I can see its legs boring themselves into her non-responsive cheeks. The eyes open and roll lazily at me, then she scream. I trip and fall of off the deck.
>Somehow survive. I bolt it out of there.
>Overhear a bunch of scientists talking about some new lifeform they found on the planet below
>Freak out and go tell the captain
>No one believes me
>Go back to Observation
>Her body is there, no face.
>I turn to around outside but something catches the corner of my eye. I turn around to look at it but it's gone. I've seen enough freaky shit for one night so I draw my pistol.
>Walk back into the lobby. The scientists are talking about how it escaped. No one seems to have heard about the woman's death
>I tell them
>They say that's impossible
>I notice one scientist with a lazy eye
>I go to shoot him and his FUCKING FACE JUMPS OFF AT ME
>I can feel shrp talon bury themselves into my face, then the agonizing pain of my connective tissue being ripped from bone, the warmth of blood pouring down my face as its slowly excised by the alien's remarkable strength. Realize with horror that its not just ripping it off, but eating it too.

>>16827787
>http://fenoxo.com/
you can thank me later

Be 6
>It's a fucking no-man's-land me and my family are traversing.
>We're caught, somebody screams at us in some weird language
>They hide me in some rubble from a destroyed old house.
>I look as they are lined up in a row.
>I cry as they are executed one by one
>Last one to be executed is my mother, who's looking at me
And then I woke up with a serious face, got up and sat at my mother's bedroom door, all night, with a stick and a rock
More!

Be 6, again
>I say... FEVER!
>Delirium kicks in
>"Mum... When I hear a sound, I'm a bit afraid that... We'll all die. It's like... When I hear a sound, the world vibrates and we may all die."
>Start laughing at how stupid this is
>15 years later, mother tells me that the laugh was the most evil and awful laugh she has ever heard in her entire life.

Aaaand... MORE!
Be any age (Recurring dream)
>Arrive on a boat to a mysterious city layed out like a Roman Senate.
>Every single house is empty and painted so white that it burns to the eye.
>I stand still, waiting.
>Time passes, no single soul is around, I still wait in the lowest of the levels of the Senate-Town.
>It's a huge open plaza that leads to white docks.
>I hear a giggle behind me
>"Hi... Hello!"
"Hum, Hi!"
>"What's your name?"
"Mauro Grandão Ramos"
>She giggles "Grandão? You're not HUGE!" (Grandão means "big")
"No."
>"My name is Anathema and I'm here to take you with me"
"Where?"
>"To where I live."
And then I wake up.
IT'S ALWAYS LIKE THIS.

Worse: I've researched what Anathema means (I was around 10 when I first had this dream but I feel like I've had it since ever) and it means "hell bound" and "destined to hell".
Aka: help me /tg/, she wants to take me to hell!

>>16827816
I know the game, I'm in no rush to play it again.

I had a dream where I was turned into a green monsterous humanoid and I raped someone in the spine
that was
.... a bad experience...

>>16827811
>Now I can feel it burrowing its legs into my cheeks just like it had with security chick. For some reason I can't think anymore. Oh god its eating my brain too fuck fuck fu-
>Wake up only to stare at a face-sharp ceiling. Quickly go back to sleep because NOPE.avi
>RISE OF THE FACE-EATERS PART DUEX
>The face eaters are multiplying. Now there's 10 people on the station who are running around eating faces, scientists are panicking, guards are shooting people at random.
>I see one of the faceeaters moving towards the large glass window with a shotgun
>He destroys the glass and everyone is sucked outside
>the glass automatically seals
>More people come from other decks of the station
>See that one of them is a face eater too.
>Oh no its happening again
>It jumps off and eats the face of a little girl, who eats her parent's faces.
>Oh fuck why am I dreaming this let me wake up
>watch in horror as the new face-eater attach themselves to bodies without faces, and start walking back out the door to devour the rest of the station
>I watch as it happens room by room to countless people for 6 more hours while I sleep.
>Wake up terrified. Call in sick.

I've been in car accidents. I've been shot at. I've lost friends. But nothing in my life has ever terrified me so much as that one dream has.

>>16827848
Yeah, you want to aim a bit lower next time.

>>16827831
>and it means "hell bound" and "destined to hell".
>butthat'swrong.drm
Anathema means 'set apart for the gods', as an offering.

>>16827831
Now that I have remembered my dreams, what could the Anathema girl want from me?
/tg/, you're good at mysteries!

Could she be a hell bound demon that wants to take me? Could she be... An entity to whom I belong to? Coud it be that my parents sold my soul before I was born?

>>16827866
your parents sold your soul to Gypsies in exchange for wealth and riches only too late did they realize that gypsies are poor as fuck.

>>16827859
Sorry, my Dictionary said otherwise at the time...

So, discarding my previous comment >>16827866
What would a "being set apart from the gods" as an offering want?

>>16827872
I sold my virginity to a gypsy. I contracted multiple STIs.

>>16827811
>>16827852


Jesus christ man, thats horrifying.

On the other hand, write it up and sell that shit, youll be rich off the film rights.

>>16827866

You're mishearing it.

Shes called Anna Theima. She desperately wants your dick. She's been trying to get you back to her place, where she has a romantic dinner set up, and a plethora of sex toys and interesting things set up in the bedroom.

But every time you wake up.
You're breaking her heart man, she's loved you ever since you first went to the Roman Senate.

I'm fucking envious.
I never managed to dream anything that formed any kind of coherent story.
Just occasional strange scenes with no meaning, nothing to even project meaning onto.

I once dreamed I was a Luchador, from all those Luchadors in DnD threads /tg/ loves to bring up every now and then.

In Demon's Souls.

It was basically playing the game in first person except I didn't use weapons and instead of using backstabs I would pick enemies up from behind and then drop their backs on my knee. Since I refused to use a shield, on the basis that "A true Luchador does not need anything but his own body to fight injustice", I had to do a lot of rolling.

Also I suplexed both dragons in Boleteria Palace. At the same time.

>>16827878
some company?

The word has (like all words) evolved a great deal during it's lifetime.
>from Gk. anathema "a thing accursed," originally "a thing devoted," lit. "a thing set up (to the gods),"
>Originally simply a votive offering, by the time it reached Latin the meaning had progressed through "thing devoted to evil," to "thing accursed or damned."

You said that the city was Roman-esque?
Then using the latin version of the word might be more prudent.
She's an offering to evil, a placating votive gift.
Possibly a virginal sacrifice.
(don't sleep with her though, the entity she's been gifted to will probably take offence)

>>16827919

The best part is that if you get lightning Cestuses (Cesti?) this is vaguley doable in Dark Souls.

rolled 42 = 42

Go to sleep
>Dream I'm a vampire
> live in a gothic style castle
>Dressed in the finest livery
>Leave castle
> fly on undead dragon
> come back to castle
>creep upstairs into one of the towers
> Vampire maiden lying in bed
>Hot passionate sex
>Its my sister
Wake up, eyes wide open
Shivering slightly

I had a /tg/ ish dream last night

>House becomes infested with Kobolds
>Whole Family call them Kobolds
>Fast as fuck and Hidey
>Yep dem some Kobolds
>Corner one hiding in a Chair
>"Steam it dead"
>Seal that fucker in with beach towels
>OH FUCK IT BROKE THE CHAIR
>Small Lizard with dragon scales pops out and start melting the ground as we all sink calf-deep into the carpet.
>Dat ain't no Kobold
>Grab it
>BITES MY FUCKING LEG
>FUCK YOU
>Wrestle the "Not Kobold"
>Wake up as I finally get the Pin

I'm basing my next campaign around this dream


There was another Dream where Cthulhu-worshipiing Vikings kidnapped my family and hid on the roof to try and sacrifice them to Cthulhu.

Also, the Vikings rode Dragons

>Enter house.
>For some reason, I'm 14.
>Also, everything is in typical porn manga style.
>ohboyherewego.jpg
Honestly, I can't even bring myself to type the rest of it out. I hadn't fapped in 10 days, and it was the first dream I remembered in years.

>>16827957
Man, I love the 'haven't fapped in a while' dreams

>>16827948
>Fast as fuck and Hidey
>Hidey

>>16827957
How did you manage that?
I mean, after 3 days, I'm so horny I fap away on the toilet with no external stimulus needed.

>>16827917
>>16827923

In my dreams she wears this sort of burning bright white tunic but I can't seem to recall her looks. Just that she has long wavy hair.
Also, why'd she want some company? If she wants to talk, it's cool.

The entity to which she was offered is evil?
I'm intrigued...

>>16827859
close.

Anathema (from Koine Greek ἀνάθεμα[1] "something dedicated, especially dedicated to evil

>>16827902
I've thought about it. Then I remember the nightmare in detail and I promptly forget about writing it.

>>16828055
Just kinda happened, I guess. Did more work, went outside, that kinda thing. It's not hard, you just need to do it.

>>16827147
Well, since tineye didn't find it, sauce?

>Read this thread
>Be amazingly jealous of everyone

WHY CAN'T I EVER GET GOOD, TERRIFYING DREAMS THAT BURROW THEIR WAY INTO MY HEAD AND DON'T LEAVE ME FOR WEEKS? FUCK. I'M LUCKY IF I CAN REMEMBER MY STUPID VAPID DREAMS FIVE MINUTES AFTER I WAKE UP

FUCK YOU ALL

posted this once before, might as well repost

it started out like a mediocre high school love comedy anime. I was a tennis idol at the school with an adopted-little-sister type girl from my club (she was 12 or so) following me around during practice and the lead girl was just joining the after school tennis club having never played tennis before, so I take her under my wing (kind of small club and she was cute so I took a shot)

fast forward to episode 3-4 when BAM! I realize that my memories are transplanted and I'm in some deep intelligence covert warfare game with somebody, no idea who yet though. Getting somewhat paranoid I don't tell anyone and the show progresses as normal.

Episode 6 or so I realize that the new girl in the tennis club is an undercover agent, next episode I get the locked-in-the-storage-shed-with-her deal and instead of playing along like I should, I confront her about what she's up to and after a little song and dance about her being oh-so-innocent and "ooh look we're so alone and I'm so vulnerable in my short little skirt" she finally confesses to being an agent for an organization and she's here to make sure that I'm left alone.

According to her, I used to be a friend of hers in the organization but wanted out, so I wiped my memories and dumped myself in this little hole of a town. and she just about went rogue trying to find me and keep the organization from finding me and killing me or forcing me back into line, so like an idiot I take her word for it, having been friends with her isn't that big a stretch due to how well we get along and the whole memory wipe fits with my analysis of the situation from before.

Episode 10 rolls around and the spy girl invites me to some island vacation site and I accept, trusting her by now.
Then tiberium happens... yeah...
Shit starts heating up and soon the town gets raided by some very high-tech organization. I ask spy-girl if that's her group and she says that it's a new player

CONT

>>16828690
Meta-me is now wondering what side is GDI and what side is NOD and soon figures it out when orcas come to raid the hotel we were staying at while we escape in attack bikes escorted by NOD commandos
Meta-me is starting to get that I was some high-up brat in the brotherhood and the GDI heard I got out and now they want me for intel
Episode 11 is us staying hidden and culminates in a heartfelt reunion with adopted-sister girl at some point when I get separated from the NOD escort.
She's GDI. And she's not happy.
Epsidoe 12, She tells me about NOD, dream-me figures it's oppressive propaganda, meta-me is screaming, I get away from her just as backup arrives and stay the fuck away from everyone and anyone, episode 12 ends after some thrilling threeway hide-and-seek on an island paradise when the fourth player is revealed as I stumble into their hideout.
The island has a tiberium research facility

I woke up just as episode 13 was starting

TL:DR
Anime love-comedy protagonist is thrown into a cat-rabbit-wolf game between NOD, himself and GDI, the first tiberium war is just around the corner and he has no idea who to trust any more

Anyway... I blame /tg/ for getting my genres mixed...

ITT: everyone /tg/ realizes that they have been touched by chaos

...and it wasn't a good experience

>>16827957

Come on man, don't leave us hanging.

>>16828693
>which side is GDI and which is NOD
damn, past me had terrible grammar...

going through my dream journal
found another gem

Farcry 2 meets STALKER meets Fallout meets urban setting
African urban post-apocalypse scavenger survival.

it had what were called Trolls - Regenerating flesh trees. A shotgun blast to the head at point-blank gave just about enough time to run away or pour lighter fluid on it and set it on fire.

Wolves - wargs on steroids. perfectly black, nocturnal. best way to spot them was using a spotlight to search for the reflective eyes. Unfortunately, if you started walking around with spotlights on, everything else saw you too.

Unknown name - Dwarf/giant from STALKER, only with insane hth power. best way to deal with them was to run. slow, punch-trough-concrete strength, and would soak bullets like a fucking... thing.

Unknown name - controller with bonus ability to control electricity at short ranges.

The bloodsuckers were pretty basic. so were the african warlords.

huge city with outlying tin-plate-roof shanty towns, concrete jungle centre and red, yellow and green zones (red zones being here-be-dragons, yellow being here-be-monsters and green being here-be-gangs)

at one point I ran away from an enraged elementalist elephant...

awesome dream... I should sleep more...

Cont

>>16828845
Started off with the transport into the area meeting some problems at a warlord checkpoint. One mutant attack later, I am running for my life from a group of dead fortune seekers and a useless bus. I find a fenced off electrical substation just before nightfall and settle in for sleep. Come morning I go forage for food and run into my first Troll, my pistol and legpower gets me away from there with enough of an eat-able sludge for breakfast. Run into Gwen, a missionaries daughter turned scavenger who shares a breakfast consisting of a black sludge, it tastes awful. Apparently, the sludge is a bi-effect of the troll's regenerative abilities and is the prime foodstuff of the local population. I join Gwen in scavenging the area until dusk. Scraps of metal seem to be the primary currency though tools and functioning machinery is the real moneymaker for the scavengers. Foodstuff and miscellaneous items are also gathered for trade and use. Weaponry and ammo is scarce in the outlying area but more prevalent in the centre.

We spend the night in a bunker a few kilometres from the centre of the city, yet still several kilometres into the city. Local warlord gets most of the loot for letting us stay in the fortified location. Mounted automatic shotguns and barbed wire line the bunker roof-line and several layers of wire-fence give a decently defensible position. A wolf attack is repelled an hour or so after nightfall. Sleep is restless due to general noises and howling in close proximity to the bunker.

Cont

>>16828849
A few days pass in the same vein as the first. We are caught out in the open by a patrol from a rival warlord. Raiders. Hiding in an old train-yard we have to stay still until dusk. Unfortunately THEY decide to use the train-yard as camp as well so we stay hidden in an old cargo vehicle. Around 2200 hours the area is hit by roaming wolves, the african patrol does a fighting retreat towards higher ground. This is where we notice more humanoids skulking in the darkness, and they're clad in power armour (Enclave styled). We flee the area trying our best to avoid everyone else, having to put down a few lone wolves and looting an AK-74 from a dead african soldier. Quad magazine, 78 rounds, all in all. While fleeing we disturb a troll and change our heading. Finally feeling safe we move up into an old attic and spend the rest of the night. At dawn we realize that we have probably moved from yellow to red, Gwen is very scared. No one has ever returned from a Red expedition. The area is concrete jungle, we had spent the night in the rafters of a 3-story building. We try to get our location in relation to the nearest safe zone but are jumped by a dwarf-like. Running proves difficult due to heavy urban terrain and the dwarf-like is quite capable of punching trough walls so while we have to run zig-zag trough a maze of buildings, it just runs through them. We finally get to a main street and run freely until the dwarf is out of sight, Gwen notices that the street leads to one of the green areas. we reach a checkpoint into a walled off section, pay a toll in tools and goods gathered during the night. The green zone is a typical red-light district with a few pawn-shops thrown into the mix.

Cont

>be around 16
>be female, oh noes
>be huge fan of star trek at the time
>start dreaming that I am captain janeway and have to complete missions, make decisions, befriend species and fend off a borg attack
>wake up next morning just to go back to the exact point where I stoped in the dream the next night
>for the next half year, I keep dreaming to command the voyager through hundreds of different missions which i dont recall to be in the series, everyone on the bridge is either the of the staff or sometimes replaced by one of my friends, but I still know who they are supposed to be
>It always is awesome

honestly, I wish it would have never ended, and I would still go on space adventures

>>16828858
(Dream is starting to fade, only general info from now on)
Shotgun get, good machete get, Gwen left the party, fortune seekers joined the party.
Red-zone expedition is a go. mutant fightan, troll torchan, artifact gettan, backstabban, escape vehiclean, getting-run-down-by-an-elephant-hordan, running-from-an-elementalist-elephant-bullan, dodging-fire-bolts-and-running-in-strong-head-windan...

Being-found-by-power-armoured-soldiersan. Going-home-with-PTSDan

>>16827296

That wasn't a dream, Sabin.

Anyway

>Wake up in some enclosure, it's nighttime, and I'm apparently in hell.
>Climb over the wall, I'm on a small island, there's a larger one not far away, swim over.
>Small, disfigured creatures skittering around.
>Hear a voice behind me
>"Hey! You there."
>Ask "Obama how did you get here?"
>He doesn't reply, his forehead starts glowing
>Jump out of the fucking way
>FOREHEAD BEAM
>Run away
>Hellbirds are descending
>Obama's forehead glows
>Realize I am utterly fucked.
>Suddenly drill out of fucking nowhere
>Kills RobObama
>There's a door on the side
>Jump in and barely escape hellbirds

>On a moving train now
>Everyone's sleeping, gut feeling tells me shit is bad
>"Where do you think you're going
>Leg it through like half a dozen cars, come to a locked door, shout at whoever's in there to let me in.
>Some guy opens, I close the door behind me, dude goes back into fetal position
>Tells me we're in limbo and that he died in a car crash.
>Don't remember my own death.
>He suggests that I might actually be in a coma and that if I find my last memory I might snap back to myself.
>Tell him that I'll visit him when I do die
>Fistbump
>Remember some hugeass frog.
>I wake up under a fallen tree and there's a smell most foul, I'm in a swamp of some sort, my head feels like it just exploded.

rolled 11 = 11

>Spend all day in my real life
>Go to sleep in real life.
>Wake up as my character in my dream life.
>Put on my armour
>Go about my day to day business
>Look for some quests, Clear forest of the kobolds, get some bread and veg for tea.
>cook tea, head to tavern
>make some gold pointing some youngsters in the right direction for a cave
>Go home, see wife and Auren (My son in this dream life)
>Sit with wife by fire, sometimes sex.
>Go to bed.
>Wake up in real life.

Everyone wonders why I'm so tired all the time. Been happening since I was 11 (21 now). Starting to worry.

>>16829698
Have you ever considered that this life is the dream and your other life is real?

rolled 11 = 11

>>16829698

>First dream, I was 11 and in dream I was 19 and a militia member.
>Met my future wife 5 months later and got married 4 months later.
>Had kid 2 years later.
>Left militia to become a clearer (Or Hunter) when I was 23.
>6 years later, not much has happened.

Can recall it all as a memory.

rolled 5 = 5

>>16829720 more than you dare to imagine. Imagine having to question silently whether you're family and friends are real or figments of you're imagination...in two lives!

>>16829698
Now that's what I call immersion.

>>16829727
When was the first time you killed?

>Be interested in a girl
>Think it's never going to work out
>In my dream
>Rather then being cock blocked like every other time in a dream, it actually works out
Aww yeah

I had this dream where this image of Jack Nicholson dressed up the joker would spin around in front of my eyes, just laughing.
There'd be multiple images, and my room was completely fine, except for the rotating Jack Nicholson images.

I woke up and fell asleep twice. Every time there was Jack Nicholson laughing at me

rolled 20 = 20

>>16829737 Cresten (my town) is pretty quiet so I never got to kill anything more than the odd rat, stray goblin and whatever I had for tea.

When I became a clearer/Hunter, I was hired to kill the kobolds (4 foot hyena like people in my dream, more like gnolls). They almost got me. I killed 5 of them with a bow and got 2 with my shortsword.

>>16829759
There is only one solution. Study as many books about magic in this reality, and become a wizard in your dreams

http://pastebin.com/940VUggg

fucking moot telling me part of my comment cant be posted

>>16829759
I'd really hate to see what happens when you die in one life

>>16829855
Your Health is Low. Do you have any Potions? Or Food?

> Wake up in black room in 'dentist' chair under one spotlight
Is it safe?

>>16827449
>anime
>implying that isn't Ran from touhou
>implying /tg/ isn't /touhougames/

You must be new here.

>>16829948
Eh, Touhou faggot has been gone for a fucklong time. I Miss his number crunching.

>>16829948
Also this clearly isn't from an animation, but some doujin from the looks of it.

>>16829962

>Ignorant westaboo spouting off scarcely-understood labels to try to insult something

Color me surprised

>in a factory where I used to work as teen, night shift, bunch of other people there
>suddently everything is on fire
>there is only one exit, we all rush to it
>huge "security guy" blocking the exit, won't let us out
>someone hands me a gun
>shoot the guy, but he doesn't move an inch...
>keep shooting till I'm out off bullets, guy still stands
>notice fire extinguisher
>grab it
>fire, fire everywhere, too much of it
>hit the guy with extinguisher, he steps back a bit
>keep smacking him till his head is bloody pulp
>he drops, we all escape
>factory collapses

wake up

I have two kinds of nightmares.

The first one is the body horror nightmare. It usually goes like:
>Just sitting around in my reading chair
>Fuck, my arms itch
>I scratch the itch, skin peels off and everything below is rotten meat
or
>I'm at a football (soccer for you Americans) field
>Someone kicks the ball to me
>People shout "Get the ball Anon"
>"I can't, my legs are wax"
>People start booing
>I am totally wax, and starting to melt
>Molten wax is getting into my eyes
>"Shit, i need to get them out of there"
>I start digging out my eyes, but my arms are molten wax too
>FUCK
And then I wake up

>>16827449
>>16829948
>>16829959
>>16829962
>>16830014

Would you faggots kindly shut the fuck up, so we can get dreams dreaman?

>>16829959
Touhou is Colette from the IRC and is still around.

>>16830014
Who insults what?
Color me confuse.

Dang it /tg/, why can't I have dreams like you. I rarely remember my dreams, and half the ones I have any recollection of involve me in a school environment, which somehow leads to me doing some mission like grabbing either something mystical or having forgotten to bring something and needing to go get it.

I have one dream that I really remember, for some reason:
>Out with friends by local elementary school/park. It's windy.
>For some reason, we're off our bikes, and then they all blow away.
>I run off to find my bike, fine pale, light-haired waifu.
>Asks me to help her. She can't get home.
>Don't have cell-phone on me, think to go to library (which has pay-phone).
>For some reason, I end up having to go to a special ed. class, with her.
Wut?

I dreamed about a squat techpriest. For some reason, I was in a comic book made after a Stephen King story. I knew, because the plot twists were predictable like Stephen King. For some reason, there also was a tech-priest who looked exactly like Gimli. I knew it was a comic book because all speech was in bubbles, with the dialogue written in faded ball point pen. At some point, I astounded the tech-priest with my profound 40K knowledge. After that, we started to talk in binary with checksums. At that point, the speech bubbles changed to print. We accidentally ordered a thunder hammer and a storm shield from the ACME catalogue that way - for free. At that point, I woke up.

>>16830066
The other kind of nightmare is more subtle, but actually more horrifying: It is the Slightly Uncomfortable Social Encounter Nightmare

And these dreams are often /tg/ related
>I'm sitting with my regular gaming group
>Everything is going well, people start rolling up their characters
>One of them says "Wait a minute... These characters are weird, what have you gotten us into"
>I look at my book cover and see that the game is not our usual game, but Maid RPG/F.A.T.A.L./Hot Guys Making Out
>FUCK

>I'm sitting at a local bar chatting up a girl
>"Did you know that the Russians were on the moon before the Americans/That the Dwarves in Dwarf Fortress are a bunch of whores/That CthulhuTech has a rape-machine?"
>Wait, what the hell did i just say?
>FUCK

It might sound weird, but these dreams are terrifying. I always get slightly depressed by them after I wake up, until I realize that i never actually do this in real life.

>>16827147
I didn't just kill the men... but the women... and the children too! I HATE THEM! THEY WERE LIKE INSECTS AND I SLAUGHTERED THEM LIKE INSECTS!

>>16830097
>I run off to find my bike, fine pale, light-haired waifu.
Whoops. That kinda implies my bike became a person. That should be "find". She was hiding under one of those huge playscapes.

>>16829698
>>16829727
>>16829731
>>16829759

More stories about your life as a clearer.

>>16827831
Sup BrazillianFag(at least, i think you are)
That's what you get for being brazilian.
anyway
>Be 14(My Weaboo time)
>Post Apocalyptic version of my City
>Feudal Japan Castles everywhere
>Only me and my sister in the street.
>Start Walking around.
>Meet White Haired Boy
>Walk with him
>He disappears
>Suddenly i'm sneaking into the Biggest Castle
>Aberrations everywhere
>Be Creeped Out
>Meet Nice Fellow
>He takes me into a line full of people
>See my sister there
>Saw a tent in the end of the Line and Half-Demons thing getting out of there
>Ran Away with my sister
>See White Haired Boy
>Start Walking with him in the castle
>Meets Apperantly the feudal lord.
>Takes White Haired Boy
>brief fight with him and ran away with the boy
>Runs from the castle
>Suddenly Big Freakin Demon Burst Out of the Castle Yelling My name
>Holy shit
>Demons charge into my direction
>White Haired Boy eyes turn Red
Then the Dream ends.
It was my longest dream. I woke up in the middle of it 3 times

I'm 8 years old.

My dad walks up to me and says, "You know, we're all going to die. All us humans. There's asteroids everywhere in space, and soon one of them is going to fall and there's going to be so much dust in the atmosphere that there won't be any sunlight for five or six years. All the plants are going to die and there won't be any food. Everyone will starve to death in the darkness, and all the buildings will crumble and all the books will rot and there won't even be anything to show humanity ever existed."

My face when I'm completely awake when this happens and it's not a dream.

Usually I don't dream, there are few I remember with me moving through unfamiliar, unpersonal enviroments. Corridors, like in a school or university. I need to go somewhere, move all strange like in low gravity, jumping around, making 5 meter steps.
A snowy plain with a wooden hut in the center, a distinct feeling of danger in the air, I know it wants to kill me, whatever it might be, then suddenly a strange pool with warmwater and edges too high to reach.
That sort of thing. Nothing inportant or impressive.
The only thing really noteworthy is that one wet dream I ever had.
I was sleeping at a friend's, back in school.
> Some woman, easily 40
> sitting on me, fucking the living hell out of me
> mindshattering orgasm
I wake up from my orgasm, sweating, realize I'm still ejaculating. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Luckily I'm wearing pants, so I did not mess up the bed. Looking around me; all still asleep, it seems.
Sneak out of bed, squeeky wooden floor, ancient building (actually a monastery, don't ask), sneaking at the speed of light, still too slow. If anyone sees me now, I'm so gonna hear that for the rest of my life.
Reach the restroom, cleaning the mess in my pants up, adrenaline pumping like a motherfucker, blood still full of endorphins, grinning like an idiot, barely keeping myself from triumphant laughter.

>>16830294
your dad's face when

>>16830294

Bah, your dad is totally preoccupied with asteroids. There are plenty of other perfectly good ways for humankind to be wiped out of existence

http://www.exitmundi.nl/exitmundi.htm

>>16827147
Fuck, what is the source of that pic? I keep seeing it all over the damn place and its really bugging me.

I can't recollect any dreams to make storytiem out of, but recurring theme is derelict, industrial settings and exploration of thereof. Imagine superstructures from BLAME. Like that, but on a cramped, not spacious side.

I had a series of 3 dreams (non-consecutive) when I re-visited same old, large house, each time remembering some obscure passages I found during previous visit, then following up on them.

Often times I seem only semi-affected by gravity. I can make large leaps, and even hover by using fans or just hands to move air. More often than not I am surprised by scale of jump and think I'm gonna break a leg on landing. I land very hard, but unhurt. Odd.

Watching Ragnarok go down in the Marvel Universe. Thor throws me his hammer so that I can fly away and escape to saftey. That feel when I have the heart for Mjolnir.

>>16830446

Nice site

but i think the article about the reverse greenhouse effect is kinda bullshit

>I don't dream, I wonder why
>I decide to make an effort to one night
>I am alone, huge empty room. Can't see walls.
>Then I see HIM
>He looks at me, scared. He knows what's coming.
>I walk over to him, slowly.
>He doesn't move, I don't think he can.
>Grab his hand, hold it in front of his face.
>Break each finger in half. One by one.
>His eyes are the only things that move.
>After the third finger, he starts to whine.
>He sounds exactly like a dog I saw one time at the vet.
>Suddenly I'm holding a knife. His eyes are frantic now.
> [REDACTED]
>It takes him a long time to die.

The worst part was that the next day one of my professors went on a rant about how people bottle up their true selves. According to her, we should embrace our inner selves.

My dreams are usually rather interesting.
I am invulnerable, I can always fly, use telekinesis, time stop, invisibility and similar powers, including saving/loading though the latter is rather rare. On a number of occasions I had multi-layered dreams, and I've woken up or went to sleep only to find myself in another dream. Sometimes I'm even able to smell and taste in my dreams. Very often I have spontaneous lucid dreams, and sometimes I was even able to remember texts I read in them, though they never made any sense. And some places in my dreams are so recurring, that I even have some kind of map of my dreamworld in my head.

I never had nightmares since I was 7 or something. Though sometimes my dreams are "reverse nightmares" - I AM the monster, powerful and invincible, and other humans are my prey. I've killed, mutilated and dismembered countless humans. I enjoyed their fear and despair. I ate human flesh and I liked it. At first, it was rather disturbing, but later I got accustomed to it and now it's quite enjoyable.
I've flown to distant stars, I've seen Lovecraftian Elder Gods, I've wandered bizarre and beautiful worlds with non-euclidean geometries, I've seen nightmarish creatures and was greeted by them as their kin. I was the God, and I desperately wanted someone to kill me and destroy entire Universe as I was extremely bored. And my wish was granted, I saw the destruction of everything and waked up with a sigh of relief. I've seen nuclear explosion while being at ground zero. I mutated into horrible creatures. I existed in the form of energy ball and merged with other such creatures, becoing one being. It was probably the most strange and disorienting thing I've ever experienced, but I loved it.

I've written down many of my dreams, but It will be difficult to translate them to English.

ITT

>mommy help me i had a nightmare baaawwwww


So there was this time I dreamt I was drizzt, it was awesome


my dream is as releveant to /tg/ as your dream

>Wake up in a land of darkness lying on a small pile of white rocks and sand
>Apparantly I no longer look human as I my hands have become clawlike and I definitely have a tail. Plus I can somehow see in total darkness
>Dick around in the darkness, there's some kind of water the pile of rocks and sand is standing in, some unlit torches in several places and piles of rocks and sand everywhere
>No islands anywhere, just water and piles of rocks and sand
>The dark world fades (best description I can come up with)
>Somehow I'm in some sort of old timey high class room
>There are also people here and I'm lying down inside a circle
>Somehow I know its odd that I can get out of the circle
>I proceed to slaughter every last human in there, screams and blood and violence
>I start to eat the kills
>Look up, see my own horrible form in the mirror (can't remember exactly how it looked), then go back to eating
>World fades again, I fall into darkness
>Land in the water again, I now recognize it as blood
>Go to sleep on top of the nearest pile of what I now recognize as bone and bonemeal
>Best sleep in months
>Continue to have dreams of this place with all kinds of weird stuff happening like:
>- Torches turn on, I hunt things
>- Weird robed things with inhuman appearances visit me and talk to me (no idea what was said like most dreams). Many have humanoid or vaguely humanoid forms
>- I explore other places by going there somehow, all dark places but some have light, some are caves, some even seem to be buildings. Weird creatures everywhere
>I keep having dreams like these, probably more than I realize because I don't remember most dreams
And I don't know why but I love having these dreams. I don't know why.

Only dreams I have that are scary, are scary on levels I don't get until I sit down and analyze them.

>Am researching something called the, "bear tree."
>Talk to people that live in house with bear tree in yard.
>Middle-aged couple, very happy, though the husband is jittery.
>Talk about their childhoods.
>Realize that the childhoods they're talking about are the roaring twenties.
>They are too young to have been alive then.
>Inquire.
>They look, worriedly back and forth between each other and show me to the tree.
>It's enormous, and has a sweet, sap-like smell coming from it.
>"It eats time."
>What-
>"Anything that gets too close gets smacked by it, hard enough to be thrown back in time several years."
>The-
>"The thing is, the sap absorbs the time from the people that it hits."
>Fucking-
>"We've found that eating the sap stops you from aging for a while, but it's highly addictive. We put some in your tea, you should be feeling the effects-"
>Hell.
>"Now."
>I feel drawn to the tree and just walk up to it. It doesn't swing.
>I look inside the tree, a big, jagged hole in the side that looks like it was hit by a bolt of lightning.
>Tiny, very dead terrier puppy skewered on the jagged spikes inside the hole.
>"Oh, another thing, if the hit kills you, it can't send you back. It just eats the rest of your time."
>Hear branches creaking above. Don't move.
>See a branch creep down in front of me, the twigs at the end curling up into a hard ball, sap dripping from them.
>Suddenly, my face hurts, and I'm catapulting backwards, away from the tree.
>Wake up when I hit the ground.

ITT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcI4cqq9kh4

>>16830534
>Marvel Thor
REAL THOR IS NOT PLEASED BY HOW MUCH MARVEL THOR LOOKS LIKE AN UNMANLY FAGGOT

THOR DOES NOT LIKE HOW THE MOVIE MAKES MOST OF ASGARD LOOK LIKE FAGGOTS

>mfw My last dream I remember is me explaining why Top Gear is a good show

>>16830645
Oh, hey.

I used to remember my dreams more. I'm trying to keep a dream journal, see if that improves things.

>>Princess Celestia and unknown human (voice actress? fan artist?) having tea.
>>Woman takes a drink of tea, falls over unconscious, out of sight
>>Two guard ponies trot over.
>>one starts to lower his head, stops, apologizes to Princess
>>she says something like 'don't wait on my account'
>>all three lean over and begin eating human alive.
>>Placid smile never leaves Celestia's face.

>>16830721
>two guard ponies
>ponies
get the fuck out

>>16830583
Sounds like a plan.

>you will never bust a fox-girl's ass-cherry

>>16830669
the joke is that it isn't, right?

>be 12
>have dream that I'm much older, in my late teens
>Donned in full archery leathers with bow and quill
>walking through a hot as fuck desert
>pass through a couple deserted towns on my way to I forget where
>dream lasts 2 days
>only been asleep for a couple hours
>holy fuck my legs are tired and I'm possibly dying of heat exhaustion
>finally reach a town
>aim longbow
>pull back ready to fire, sight's blurry but I'm aiming toward the town
>wake up after seemingly two days travel

recently I've seen inception but I still don't believe myself when I remember that dream lasting longer than I was asleep for.

Cool things never happen in my dreams. They MIGHT happen; but I inevitably miss it or it doesn't start before I wake up; one time, I was about to move through woods and engage a group of elves, but I couldn't find a flint for my Baker rifle; I searched all over for a flint and couldn't find one. I did find a chunk of flint on the ground so I knapped out what I needed, fitted it to the rifle, took my place in the skirmish line and then the dream ended.

I was really pissed; I wanted to fire that sumbitch.

Last nights dream actually.
>Be in some sort of cabin near a lake
>Waiting my dad to pick me up
>Im swimming, grilling doing shit alone
>A fucking bear appears, i run inside to hide it
>Im so scared, call to my dad "You need to pick me up! BEAR IS IN HERE"
>"naah, it takes too long to get there, like... 40mins or something"
>Im shaking and in terror
>Few hours pass and all people from my family arrives, looks like it was supposed to be surprise party
>Its night, someone is asking "Hey! Whats that dog in the bushes?"
>I remember it has to be a the fucking bear
>But everything is interrupted when screams and crying fill everyones ears
>I duck and crawl to the beach
>Red sky is reflecting from the lake, i look to the skies. Its red and black, the sun is blood red with yellow pointy corona
>Moon is moving towards the sun, to block it
>When it hits the sun, lake starts to boil with blood, leafs fall from trees, ground tremples and we see something burrowing out of ground
>Sun has a face, it sheds two blue tears and closes its eyes and dissapears.
>Watch as undead and skeletons rise, starting to eat all my beloved friends and family.
>Run back to cabin somehow, find a shotgun. Think about briefly the quickest way to die. Shoot myself between the eyes. Wake up.
>Feel like calling to all my relatives and just ask how they are doing.

sort of unrelated, but I once had a dream about this show called 'little traveller' only I was participating in it. After I awoke I was convinced that the show actually existed and wrote everything down that I could remember before going back to sleep. I barely remember it at all now.

>little traveller
>girl - needs to repay debt - weighs on her soul
>mist
>magic
>secret garden
>walking stick gear
>swallow - abducts man?
>cartoon remake - new age stuff - looks like the >magic schoolbus
>forests
>movie?
>balloon
>transported to a different time/realm/dimension
>like the secret garden or return to oz.

>
Once upon a time, Chuang Tzu dreamed that he was a butterfly, flying about enjoying itself. It did not know that it was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he awoke, and veritably was Chuang Chou again. He did not know whether it was Chuang Chou dreaming that he was a butterfly, or whether it was the butterfly dreaming that it was Chuang Chou. Between Chuang Chou and the butterfly there must be some distinction. This is a case of what is called the transformation of things.

>>16830694
I have never read that. It looks like Junji Ito's work. What's it called?

>>16831273
You might want to delete your post when you find out that the answer has been there all along.

>Dreaming
>Know that i'm Dreaming
>It's having a shit load of nightmares during that time
>Tries to Wake up
>Can't do it
>seeing myself in third person
>"Welp might as well go along with the plan"
>Walk around a Generic Fantasy City
>Can see the "Boundaries" of my dream
>"Shit that's pretty fucked up"
>Se a Wanted Dead or Alive Poster
>It's a Fucking Tree Trunk, like who ninjas use to disappear or some shit like that.
>Wtf is this shit
>Walks around
>Suddenly i'm next to a river
>Walking next to the river
>Stumble into something and fall in the river.
>Manages to Swim into the surface
>Looks on what i stumbled
>It's the Tree Trunk.
>It Falls on me and i die drown'd

And that's how i got killed by a tree trunk

>>16830669
Reminds me of a dream I had:

>Top Gear was now set at my Secondary School's science lab.
>Clarkson was outside testing an AV-98 Ingram (mech from Patlabor).
>The Stig was dressed as Decade (from Kamen Rider, man I don't even watch it).
>May couldn't stop laughing.
>Hammond had absolutely no clue what was going on.
>I was some kind of ghost camera thing; wasn't in the dream at all.

>>16831285
I apologize, I'm a derp sometimes.

>In CF Reserves
>Get home from parade, hammered
>Pass out
>Suddenly awake and in firefight
>Holed up in building with Talibs surrounding us
>Buddy gets smoked with RPG, round throws smoke and debris everywhere
>Talibs run through, AK wildfire everywhere
>Rush them with bayonet
>Stab his dirty Pashto face
>His buddy shoots me in the neck
>As I'm bleeding out, I watch them execute my good friend

Terrified me into not volunteering for a tour.

I am actually crazy. You all can talk about your creepy dreams all you wish, but I am actually crazy. A weird dream here and there can be good, usually it simply shows an overactive imagination, or just deep rooted things.

But I've been on the far side of it. Dealing with insomnia for fear of sleep, or just a hatred of rest. Ever since I was a child I had what they called "night terrors", where I would wake up from those dreams pissing myself, or screaming until someone came to check on me.

The best part is, the drugs given always made them worse. Always telling me I'm depressed or bipolar.

Apparently no one will consider you out right crazy unless you act like that Sonichu guy, or go on a killing spree. No you're just "depressed" and unable to get over your problems.

Everyone expects you to live a full wholesome life on little amounts of sleep. And the nights you do rest well, you're fatigued from fighting, running, and bleeding in your nightmares.

I once dreamed that I owned a shotgun that fired miniature helicopters, blades spinning.

>>16827147
How much XP did they give, is the important question here.

>>16831618
You sound like a friend of mine. He stays up early in the morning until he drops from exhaustion so he won't dream, for a fear that some past life he's convinced he led will leave him with horrible nightmares of people long since dead screaming at him or trying to kill him until he woke up in the morning.

He's never been on meds, because he's slept like this for as long as he can remember and just never dreamed. Eventually he gave himself a reason not to.

>>16831618
That doesn't make you crazy, that makes you a paerson with either a phobia or an insomniac.

And I'm pretty sure you can get meds for it. Then again I'm not American so I don't have to pay for that kind of stuff so its always a valid option for me.

>>16831896
That is really the best way to do it. You're too tired to dream. Even when the dreams stop scaring you while you are awake, you can't find that kind of reason while sleeping. So you still freak yourself out, you still thrash, and tense your muscles and grind your teeth, and wake up feeling like you just had a fight with a bear.

Then you go to work.

You try to explain to people what is wrong, and people either think you are nuts ( But not crazy enough to be sympathetic to). Lying ( The BEST feeling ever.) OR they act like you're a pussy.

Nothing like someone who watched too many animes while they mooched off their parents saying you just needed to "man up" and drill punch the heavens bullshit.

>>16831932
No? Not being able to sleep might not make you crazy. But I've done the whole "fall asleep" wake up someplace else and don't remember how I got there. Or can't tell if it is a dream or I am awake.

I remember pulling over my car on the road because I was so tired. When I woke up, I started driving again, two hours late to work. I got there, and walked inside, checked in, and gave my boss my excuse. He wanted me to change out some of the signs hung up around the place ( Garden store) that were just drilled into the wooden stands.

So I took the drill walked outside, and stuck it into the first customer I saw. Right into their face, and when they fell down screaming, I did it again into their temple. I could feel their bits of bone, brain and blood getting on me.

Then I woke up in my car, and I had been there for more then six hours. Just sitting on the side of the highway.

When I told family about this, I was put in the mental ward for a while.

Guess how fun places like that are.

>>16827473

That sounds a lot like a few dreams I've had:

>Camping with my friends
>I have more of a sense that they're there, walking around at the edge of my vision, but can't remember actually seeing them
>There are these crows hopping around by the edge of a stream
>I walk towards the stream
>Crows are rotting zombie crows, though they behave just like normal living ones
>Hear this horrible cracking, snapping, booming coming closer
>Look up and see flashes on the horizon
>Sounds are deafening even this far away, but still coming closer
>Know that the world is being destroyed by some experiment gone wrong or some shit
>Wake up

I've had a few others like that; "end of the world" dreams where it just happens and there's nothing that I can do about it, or even in response to it but stand there waiting, with only a hint of what is actually happening but still the certainty that everything is fucked.

Once it was even asteroids and the moon and planets hurtling towards the earth, breaking up; sounds a lot like your moon thing. A LOT. Which is weird.

Do we all have some genetic fear of the fucking moon and shit crashing into us?

>>16831996
I retract my post. You're not anything besides an attention whore.

>>16831618

Um, why the fuck wouldn't they just be giving you sedatives so that you can sleep? They tend to make you not dream; I say this from experience as a more garden variety insomniac.

Most doctors' offices might as well have a bowl of Ambien sitting at the front desk where you can just scoop up handfuls of them like candy; shit is not hard to get a prescription for (though I personally hate it, but that's another long story).

>>16831941
The thing that most people don't get is that the part of your brain that processes nightmares is the same one that processes your actual memories. As far as both your brain and your body are concerned, that bear you wrestled, or the indescribable horror from beyond the veil of reality that just sat there staring at you while you screamed and thrashed, trying to get away from it as it repeatedly smashed you to death until you were slogging, ankle-deep, through your own gore(one I remember having, sorry), was real, and that all that flailing and attempting to run away from it was absolutely required for survival.

They believe that if a dream is that bad, that you would wake up part-way through it, when something bad happens. Most people do. Something in the dream jars them awake most, but not all, of the time. Some people, though, they don't wake up, the dream just keeps going even after all the parts that would wake everyone else up.

It leaves you mentally exhausted, and incapable of dealing with much of anything. It's like none of the sleep you got even mattered.

>Dreaming
>I"m at work
>Well fuck me, I don't want to be there when I'm awake
>Serving Food
>My co-working is talking to someone else, complaining that her eye is killing her.
>Ask her about it. She turns around.
>Fucking horrible red worm floating around in a little cyst in her eye
>Freak out a little, silently.
>Then, customers, can't deal with this freaky shit right now.
>One of them is staring at me. Smiling.
>The look he's giving me seems to say "I know you know"
>Then I'm serving him his food and he never looks away from me or stops smiling
>He sticks his arm over to where I've got the rest of the food I'm serving. I slam something down on it. Panicking completely.
>His arm just bends like rubber
>Then it becomes a tentacle and I can see more of those red worms falling into the food.
>No one else seems to notice any of this.
>Silently freak out as I serve other people the infected food.
>Wake up.

OP, your dream turned you off PnP, I used mine as the basis for a campaign.

Im pretty immune to all scary dreams. Until this one.
>lucid dreaming yeah!
>flying around like a bawss!
>beat up a bunch of people i dont like
>summon up a woman to fuck
>do amazing shit
>she turns to me and says
"Dont wake up, I dont want to die."

>>16832235
and then you did wake up.

what a jerk move Anon.

>>16832014
Hey look it's exactly the shit I complain about. Look at all that attention I get being anon on 4chan.

Oh wait.

Go ahead and say it is pointless whining, but it hardly amounts to shit for attention when no one knows who you are, or will remember this thread past a day or two.

>>16832058
Don't ask me. Maybe it was because I suggested it, and like most people assume I must be bullshitting because I am a huge beefy man, not a little girl in distress.

I've pointed out lack of sleep as the problem over and over, but I've only been given shit for "depression".

http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&header=dreamsymbol&search
=wasp

>Talking with pen pall on webcam.
>She's practicing her English.
>Someone calls her outside the room.
>She looks and kicks her leg out startled.
>Kick turns webcam.
>See door, door opens slowly.
>Shadow creature shorter than doorknob enters.
>Turns into scaled creature.
>Turns into clawed creature.
>Teleports around the room.
>Still walking slowly toward girl.
>She screams.
>I cover my eyes.
>Screaming stops.
>I can feel it looking at me through webcam.
>I wake up screaming.
>I email pen pall since she's awake in South Korea now.
>We've been talking for three months.
>Never hear back from her.

>>16830294
Wow, your dad is kind of a giant cunt.


Anyway, tell me tg, am I the only one who dreams about fighting zombies at least once a month?

Goddamn, I just want to have a dream where I'm a SPEHSS MAHREEN or something.

>>16832235
Oh god... oh god no...

>>16832698
Holy fuck it's like I'm actually on /nosleep!

Still terrified.
>inb4 pussyfag

My sleep schedule is fucked, so I get like, 3 to 5 hours of sleep every night, and have 15 to 30 minute naps during the day. Obviously, I don't get many dreams.
Until today, when I woke up from a nap remembering something along the lines of WH40K bumper cars in a Thunderhawk with Space Marine bros. I felt weirded out, but was still really fucking tired so I went back to sleep after checking my watch. I had another dream, don't remember much. Something happened in the dream, and I woke up, and looked at my watch. Less than two minutes had passed since I last looked at it.
Speed dreaming. It's possible.

>>16833019
I've had that dream. I spent the entire time praying to the emperor and training with my brothers. It was actually pretty intense.

Whether it's a good dream or a nightmare, you can't disagree that there's nothing more stimulating than a vivid dream.

>>16827923
or she could be an offering to him.

Well, this is going to sound odd, but the dream that fits these parameters is actually the last dream I can consciously remember. I don't think I've been able to recall any dreams since.
>Be... I dunno, it was in the lower grades. 2nd or 3rd, maybe.
>The dream starts out in my home at the time. Nice place in a wooded area, closest neighbor is a nearly a mile away.
>I am alone in my house.
>Wander around for a bit, looking for the others.
>enter kitchen, there is a bird cage on the table.
>find this odd, as we don't have birds.
>encounter a family member
>I don't know how I can, but I can tell they aren't human anymore.
>Suddenly, they're vampires, Bram Stoker variety.
>Attempt to flee house, lawn is now insects of various sizes.
>hide in the large van that our family owns
>Monstrous insects, what appear to be centipedes, begin to wrap around the vehicle
>smaller insects begin to work their way in as the van is crushed by the larger insects
>they're about to get in
And then I woke up. Haven't had a dream I can recall since.

>>16833469
The bugs killed your dream self.

>>16833478
So it would seem.
Or the Dream Catcher I invested in was a hell of a lot more effective than I gave it credit for.

I only remember a snippet of one recurring dream I had when I was, like, 6 or 7. It's pretty lame, but it terrified the shit out of me for some reason.

Every time the recurring dream started, I'd be in some kind of dark wooded area, sitting on a fallen log. I have a terrible feeling of apprehension, and the forest is dark and foreboding. As I'm wondering why I'm there, a giant black dog with coals for eyes(not glowing eyes, actual burning coals) comes walking out of the forest, staring at me. I'm absolutely paralysed with terror, I can't move an inch or even turn my head away from the vision. The huge as fuck black dog keeps coming closer and closer until it's standing so close I could touch it if I could reach out, when I finally regain control of my mouth. For some reason, every time, I ask it "Who are you?".
As the dog opens its mouth to answer, I wake up screaming. Every single time.

>>16833486
Perhaps the true purpose of the Dream Catcher is to act as an anchor for the web of the Dream Spider to eat the Dream Bugs?

>>16833512
That's the thing. The dream Catcher I had either broke or simply went missing years ago. Somewhere around 14 years, actually. I have not had a dream for 14 goddamn years.

>>16833536
Time to buy another dreamcatcher for five bucks, then.

I once had a dream where I was with a team of paranormal investigators, one of whom was a British gentleman dressed like he was on a typical African safari.

We were hunting down hypnotic werewolves and vampire poltergeists.

>>16833575
>hypnotic werewolves
Once you look them int he eyes, you'll never see anything else again.
>vampire poltergeists
In otherwords, classic turn-into-mist vampires?

>>16833559
That's the funny part. I think it was something we made in art class out of a coat hangar and string. And the problem isn't that I'm having dreams, it's that I'm still NOT having them. It's just a brief moment of dark silence and then the morning comes.

>>16833595
That's what I mean, perhaps it's time to catch your dreams.

>>16833616
Were it so easy.
Though, the human mind is an odd thing. If I truly thought it would work, it probably would. That's probably how I got into this situation, anyway.

>be dreaming
>someone tells me to put on my glasses, they'll show me the truth
>put them on, see that everything is fake
>kill it all
>only a void is left
>A BLANK CANVAS! I mold a new universe into existence
>comes out disappointingly similar to old one
>???
>some other shit I don't remember happens in between, but for some reason I summon Cthulhu
>mfw I've called up what I cannot put down
>my first thought it to run off and find a giant corpse to animate into a mech
>find one
>run into trouble: the fuck are all these colours? none of them even exist!
>animate it despite nothing making sense
>I'm in a mech
>it's the Himalayas
>Cthulhu reaches out a pulls swords as long as he is tall out of K2 and Everest
>yes, Cthulhu is large enough to simultaneously pull swords out of mountains 820 miles apart
>I'm pretty huge too, but fuck, that's enormous
>obviously I need swords, too
>emerald is a colour, but sapphire isn't
>I guess I'll have to make do with one sword
>wait, no, no I don't, I'm a fucking god, I don't have to take this shit
>summon infinite swords, start danmaku-ing Cthulhu
>it's not having any obvious effect, but I'm certain that I'm at the verge of finishing him
>suddenly, my future self is at the edge of my vision, inside my mech
>he looks more like Cthulhu than me
>realize Cthulhu is my distant future self
>fuck this, I'm not letting my future self die against some shitty human
>switch places

I had a dream within a dream once. Thought I was fading in and out of waking/dreaming state. I've done it before when I was completely exhausted. Figured I'd finally managed to have a lucid dream since I'd never knowingly had one.
Had some fun running around doing crazy shit flying around with a glider or ultralight.
I woke up, my alarm was going off (10AM) and I was going to be late for work. I had just enough time to get out of bed before I woke up for real.
It was actually 5 am.

>>16833644
>suddenly I'm Cthulhu; I'm fucking huge
>use Cthulhoid magic to blow up the mech
>oops, nearly blew my past self up -- throw past self into the past instead
>fuck this universe, need to erase it, and for that I need to find Azathoth
>???
>shit happens, I find Azathoth
>Azathoth is a hot chick for some reason
>icanfhtagnit.yog
>consentacle fuck a new universe into existence
>Old Ones and gods everywhere, sentient stars singing in the burning celestial sea; this universe is fucking awesome
>decide that me and Azathoth need to merge to better lord over the universe
>for some reason, this means consuming her
>I am unequaled in power, but I can no longer distinguish my presence from hers, even if she's still somewhere in there, it feels like it's all me
>create a Nyarlathotep to interact with, but he's a dick and goes off on his own
>nothing has meaning anymore
>pick up my blasphemous flute and sink into the nuclear chaos, no longer interested in my universe
>wake up

>zombie apocalypse
>party of survivors on a beach
>realise that the beach is the ash from the bodies of everyone who died but didn't zombie
>plan suicide pact
>speedboat pulls up
>kurt russell gets out
>"don't kill yourselves, you aren't the last people alive. You are all important characters, but I am the last person to die, because I am Kurt Russell, the motherfucking protagonist"

and then i woke up

>>16833594

>Werewolves
Everyone looked them in the eyes, which turned to the typical cartoon red and white swirls. I forget how I saved the team.

>Vampires
As for the vampires, they didn't just turn to mist. We were fighting one in a kitchen, and it tried to make a break for it by possessing all the kitchenware and turn into what was essentially a pots and pans golem. The british dude ran after it, and corralled it toward me, where I given holy water to splash it with.

>be sixteen
>scorching hot day
>in a housing estate, all shitty 70's brick veneer and hardy plant landscaping, no people
>this is the physics district
>walk up a hill for a few ks
>mcmansions, leafy streets and lawns that have been rolled out long enough ago to start dying but not long enough to take root
>this is the chemistry district
>continue up the hill
>green-black glass windows, ultra-modern cylinder based houses in blinding white concrete, no gardens, only tanbark
>look up, see a mountain toweing above the estates, with cathedrals, temples, pyramids and obelisks all up in the place
>that is the religious district, but nobody knows about it

Wake up in cold sweats

>Staring at the world around me.
>Fly straight up.
>Look down at the world from space.
>Fly further, 'up,' occasionally look back.
>Hit a sort of, 'field,' that slows me down for a split-second, but I pass through it.
>Finally flip around to look back.
>Enormous, semi-shapeless mass with a glowing tendril through the middle.
>It writhes a bit, lashing about.
>Look closer, see nebulae, galactic clusters.
>Mind registers the word, 'universe.'
>Pick a roughly parallel-ways direction to the glowy bit, fly.
>Pass division between that universe and one that is, by comparison, dim and motionless; it only moves from the end one moving.
>Continue flying.
>More dim universes.
>Ball of light at the end of the tendril down the middle of all the universes.
>It's constantly twitching...
>...writhing...
>...beating. Like a heart.
>"So, what, our universe isn't just, 'alive,' in air quotes, it's actually alive?"
>Warm feeling washes over me. Hear thoughts, all of them indecipherable.
>Fly closer to it.
>See vague shape around it, spiraling out around the long, 'tendril,' of universes.
>My mind can't comprehend or describe it.
>Wake up, a shiver running down my spine as I reflexively shake my head.
>Feel disassociated for the rest of the day, like the world around me isn't real.

>walk into room, family member sitting with their back to me on the floor
>uneasy feeling, I somehow know that it isn't actually them
>walk closer, grab them by the head
>start pulling and twisting
>neck starts to stretch in a semi-realistic way
>face is now pointing at me
>it begins screaming in a totally inhuman way, also I think the mouth/jaw started to stretch

That's all I remember but couldn't sleep for a long time after that, and it's probably my 2nd oldest dream memory.

I'm also pretty sure I hadn't seen The Thing at that age so no idea where the stretching and screeching came from.

Also I miss /x/ ... why did /b/ have to kill it ... twice ...

I rarely dream and I remember them even less often, but when I do they're pretty awesome. They'd probably be more so if I was able to lucid dream, though.

>Start out at an excavated grave sight from an old X-Files episode.
>Hop into it because why not, find out there's a tunnel running along underneath it.
>Wait until nighttime, enter the tunnels with my best friend (no idea who he was, my dreams usually invent people).
>I find and don an Iron Man Mk. 1 suit, Mafia gangsters suddenly start chasing us.
>Somehow manage to lose them in an expansive cave system, even with my noisy-ass robosuit.
>Exit caves to find myself in a grand old mansion, sans friend.
>Don't care about missing friend, take off armor, run into my girlfriend whom I did not know in my dream.
>Immediately start dating anyways, blond beachboy is being an ass so I challenge him to a race.
>Suddenly I'm outside and running for my life, no idea where the finish line is.

Continued

>>16834056
>Find a small airplane, board it to find it empty except for one body (not a murder scene, it was like it was being transported).
>Plane takes off, barely breaks the treeline before the engines fail and it crashes.
>I'm totally fine, keep running until I flag down a hippy VW van on the road.
>Driver is a skeleton hippy, with a regular old hippy and another skeleton hippy as passengers.
>Totally normal, ride in van until it spins out within sight of the checkpoint.
>Run to checkpoint, my girlfriend is waiting there, second part of race is a direct vs. with the beachboy.
>Hear someone mumble something about "Those damn alien Furbees" behind me.
>It's Scruffy the Janitor, watch him open the window of a nearby building, out of which a metric shitton of green Furbees pour.
>Ride the tide of alien Furbees a la the rock crab scene in Pirates of the Caribbean 3.
>While the beachboy and his friends race us in flying rubber dinghies.
>Wake up immediately after I cross the finish line ahead of him.

It was pretty awesome. My girlfriend, on the other hand, only ever seems to have incredibly detailed threesome dreams involving her, me, and a random person she saw during the day. Not even someone she necessarily found attractive.

>zombie apocalypse. Holed up in suburban back yard with more survivors.
>in yard there's an old couple, a redneck with his truck, a dead trucker and his semi, a hot english schoolgirl and myself.
>redneck stands up saying "I'm sorry y'all, I can't take this, I'ma chance it." He gets into his truck and smashes through the fence.
>makes it 18' into the dense crowd of zombies before his truck breaks, has enough of a berth of room to get out and kick a tire, prompting it to collapse entirely
>he is swarmed over, bones crack and flesh tears and man screams
>zombies ignore us for a second, the old couple pray, the hot chick beckons me to the opened semi, I follow.
>awww yeah time to eat some wait a second
>look up
>SUCCUBUS
>JUMP THE FUCK OUT
>ZOMBIES IN THE YARD, GTFO MODE, JUMP ONTO PICKET FENCE
>BALANCE WALK THAT SHIT TO THE NEXT STREET
>abandoned, placid suburbia, no litter, just peace
>walking
>SUCCUBUS DRIVING THE NOW DEMONIC TRUCK
>FUCK
>CHARGE IT, GONNA DIE ANYWAYS
>BEHOLD MY CHAMPION
>!?
>FROM THE HEAVENS, ODIN THROWS GUNGNIR TO MY HANDS
>I GRASP IT AS I FINISH MY CHARGE ON THE ONCOMING SEMI
I wake up. I go to my job.

Someone say Goblins?

last night I was having a dream where I went to Wal*Mart and bought a ton of single Magic cards. Not that Wal*Mart sells them. Then Wilykit and Wilykat, the new ones, specifically, jacked my shit and I had to chase them all over to get it.

Then I drove them home, and laid down in a hammock and fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw 5 jets in the sky flying side by side. One started to get closer, and suddenly I realized it was an atom bomb and the nuclear end was upon us. I woke up so fast my heart hurt.

And I never got my magic cards back.

I remember when I was heavy into text-based RP on MUCKs/MUSHes that I had a couple text based dreams. Surreal as hell, but fun.
Particularly given that you aren't supposed to be able to read in dreams. I'm not sure what that means for me.

A friend had one of those once, then he swore off text-RP for a long time, text dream freaked him out too much.

Don't feel bad, OP.

Everyone hates children.

Everyone.

>mfw the worst nightmare i have is of a man getting his moustache cut off

it was horrible. there were whiskers everywhere.

>>16834068
Threesome dreams? Dude, you totally have an in.

>>16834824

No.

Archive worthy thread?

I dreamt I was a vampire on a boat on my way to Germany.

Not really that symbolic.

>Vidya-style dream
>I'm a soccer mom with a precious, perfect little daughter
>Live across from your typical haunted house in my expensive, clean home
>Some creepy dude that hardly goes outside lives in there
>Instruct daughter never go to near that house

>Daughter plays around the house anyway, gets dragged inside by something
>Mother of FUCK
>Go into husband's library where he keeps his fancy guns on display
>Set some gear up and get ready to charge into that house
>Go into house, has that old, haunted look inside too
>Dolls everywhere
>Seriously everywhere, tied to the walls, sitting in the chairs, in cabinets
>Bump into a doll and press a button on it's chest
>Button causes the doll to play a recording of some little girl being raped
>Look behind doll
>Picture of a beaten little girl with semen pouring out of her that looks just like the doll
>Aww shit

>Go through the house and into the upper floors
>Discover that there's a giant, deformed man living there with obligatory monstrous strength
>Now that I've seen the dolls and his house he has to kill me
>Fuck that, shoot him in the knees
>Drag him to some water pipes and tie him up
>Pull out a sewing kit, a knife, and some chicken bones
>Cut open his stomach, force the chicken bones in, sew him back up and leave him there
>Find my daughter
>We go home and have sandwiches, she promises not to ever go near weird houses again

Everything went better than expected.

>Stay up entirely too long due to real-life issues
>Handle what I can
>Finally find a place to sleep
>Conk out
>Dream about sitting in a chair, talking to someone I can't see
>Bright light focused on me
>IV in my arm
>Want to get up and away from the light
>Can't seem to move
>Whatever, fine
>Answer more questions, can't remember details, for what seems like hours
>Finally wake up
>Roommate tells me never to sleep on the couch again
>Still tired, ask why
>Says I talk in my sleep
>Ask what I said
>He refuses to give me details, just says I'm not allowed to sleep on the couch again and that I weird him out

I think people are fucking with me about my sleeptalking, sometimes, but then I catch a weird look in a person's eye and get paranoid as fuck about it again.

>Asleep... and things start getting completely fucking horrifying. (I don't usually remember the details. Just that feel... that terrified, raised hackles feel.)
>Wake up. Something's not right. Everything is off... oh shit, horrifying not rightness. Not right... not right... not right...
>Wake up. For real. Cold sweat, all over. Have to turn on the lights and stay up for a few minutes to feel normal.

I hate those dreams. I hate not being able to remember, because I know it's something absolutely terrifying, something horrible, and I can't describe it. I can't picture it, and that means I can't figure out why I shouldn't be afraid.

But what I really hate is that tiny, nagging feeling... what if. Because I wake up inside the dream, thinking myself still asleep, until I wake up for real. But what if...

>>16835080
1 Get a microphone hooked to your computer.
2 Get audacity, set large buffer, start recording.
3 (optional) sleep on the couch
4 ???
5 Post the interesting bits.

>>16834941
You're damn right it is.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16827147/

>Reads through thread
Oh boy, I wish I had awesome dreams like this.
>Goes to sleep
>Dreams about girlfriend getting cancer
...
Shit

>>16837636

> Read dreams
> Can't sleep till 4 am.

I only vaguely remember it, but here's mine:

>Start off in some unimportant room, all I know is that The Doctor is now dead-dead, and I'm obviously sad over this.
>I see the Tardis sitting in a corner... and it starts to light up. Somehow I know this means that The Doctor is actually alive, somewhere.
>I throw open the doors, run to the console and scream, "TAKE ME TO THE DOCTORRRR!"
>Tardis warps me to some massive cathedral-type room with a Norse ship in the middle.
>Amy, Rory, and the Doctor are all there... only it's the Tennant-Doctor.
>With a whispy beard.
>Everything after that is a blur, all I remember is us having to throw open these massive curtains to let in enough light to defeat some sorta invisible monster.

Weird, but cool.

>Find self in room, hiding under table, enemies in the other room.
>little sister starts walking around, gets us noticed.
>Random smart looking character warns me about something.
>Suddenly in my house, darkness completely around.
>talking to person, tells me to close all the doors and don't go outside.
>sister is opening the doors
>run to doors and close them, see this little ghost puppet doll thing with a scythe swing in fast.
>get to front door close it to ajar, then doll gets close and does something.
>It looks at me and I sign something along the lines of "you, kill me, alright?"
>Gets close and marks my arm 5 times
>swings scythe, everything goes black
>wake up

It was a weird fucking dream.