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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 3:06:53 GMT
I think it'd be fun to start trying to keep a dream journal when my laptop is handy after I wake up, and especially when I have dreams as exciting as the dream I just had. Y'all should join in, too. I just had a dream where I was staying in a hotel owned by my aunt, when they rented out the room across the hall from me to some unrelated pair of brothers (I assume, because they looked almost identical. I guess my brain only has a limited model making budget). The two brothers immediately killed some hotel staff, and left a menacing note on my door, about how sharing a room always makes them feel cramped (and suddenly, btw, I was sharing a room with them). I went over to my aunt's house and asked if she had a gun, to which she said yes. My aunt, my uncle, and I walked into a hall of shit, with a bunch of guns at the end. But the architecture of the building had changed, and now had the entrance of mine and the brothers' room opened right into the gun hall. Bad architecture for us. As my uncle picked out guns for us, he loudly announced "ONE FOR YOU, AND ONE FOR YOU..." etc., until we all had guns, but waking up the sleeping brothers in the process. Mine was basically a nicer looking pipe pistol. It looked a lot like the CS:GO glock, but with a nail for a trigger, and some other pipe-pistol-y bits. I peeked out and saw the brothers holding big ass rifles, walking towards the doorway, and let my family know that it was on. Only two shots ended up getting fired. I shot one of the brothers in the gut, and he recoiled. His brother peeked out from around the corner, and fired. I thought I had come out unscathed, but then I noticed some growing sense of pain around my hairline, and a feeling of weakness in my foot. When I readjusted my stance, I couldn't feel my ankle at all, and was unable to even get my foot flat against the ground. Slowly, like static fading in, I suddenly noticed the pain in my ankle. And that was the dream.
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Post by sos on Jan 23, 2017 4:22:56 GMT
Dream journals intrigue me, but I've heard writing down your dreams or becoming too aware of your dreams can lead to lucid dreaming and then sleep paralysis and ain't NOBODY trying to fuck around with no sleep paralysis up in here.
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Post by Rock114 on Jan 23, 2017 4:52:46 GMT
Alright. This is one I had a year or so back, but it stood out in my mind and it's stayed with me a while. Probably because I can remember it so much more vividly than my other dreams. Apologies for the length in advance.
In this dream I was invited to some underground complex. I'm not sure where it was precisely, only that it was deep underground and secretive. Before I was invited it was owned by a man who was... strange. Somehow he was strange and I can't quite recall how or why. His teeth were in horrible shape, he wore a long black coat, and his hair was messy and coated in grease. He'd been down here for so long, of his own choice, doing his own things. Anyway, he was dead. He took a willing leap off a catwalk suspended above a large, mostly empty room deep in the complex and killed himself. When he was found by someone his eyes were wide open in shock and he had a big, shit eating grin on his face for some reason.
All that stuff I knew before I went to that place. Not sure how I knew, but I did. I think he was giving this place to someone in his will and for some reason I was on it. I'd never met this man before but I didn't question it. Five of us were there, myself and four women. Three of them were around middle age looked remarkably similar to each other and kept to themselves. Triplets, probably. Occasionally I'd catch them whispering in hushed tones somewhere in a dark corner, throwing glances toward me and the remaining woman every so often, but they'd clam up whenever she or I came close to them.
The other woman was young with long brown hair, modestly dressed, and an aura of perpetual sadness. She was someone who I knew, somehow, had no joy in life and was in constant fear of many things. She was there for the same reasons I was. I think her name was Karen, or something similar? She and I didn't talk very much but we stuck close together because neither of us liked the triplets, and given that someone had died down here for some reason we wanted some sense of security.
We were all five taken deep into the complex in an elevator. I don't remember the trip but I remember being at the bottom, the same level the original owner had died on, and it felt miles deep. There was a lobby down a short hallway from the elevator with padded seats lining the walls, and above them were the light fixtures, which were built into the walls and ceilings. An office was located in the same space, separated from us by strong glass windows. The color scheme of the entire place was mostly white but with green sprinkled here and there. It reminded me of a hospital, but that wasn't what that place was.
From that office and lobby there was a single long hallway that led to the room the owner had died in. Our guide, a muscly government-type man, led me and Karen there to see it while the Triplets remained in the lobby whispering and pointing at us. We got there and he let us look around. Now the room was completely empty, except for a gory stain on the floor where the owner had died so horribly. I got the feeling I was being watched and turned to look for the guide but he and Karen were gone. I left the room as quickly as I could, closed the door behind me, and started making ym way back to the lobby.
I'd made it maybe half the distance to the lobby, having spent minutes walking down this hallway that seemed to be longer now than it was when I'd passed through it before, when far behind me I heard the loud mechanical noise of the lights going out. Then I heard it again, closer. I turned back and saw the lights going out one by one, starting with the room I was trying to get away from. I quickened my pace but the lights began shutting off faster and I could still feel like I was being watched but that feeling was so much closer now. Something was behind me in the darkness, following, unwilling to reveal itself in the light. But the darkness never seemed to catch me even when I thought it would. It remained right on my heels just out of reach, and each set of lights I passed would turn themselves out only when I was several feet further away.
I finally made it back to the lobby and found Karen there. She was crying by herself against one of the office windows there and I went to comfort her. I told her we needed to leave, now, but she wouldn't move. She couldn't. I looked at the Triplets in the corner,, still whispering, and screamed at them to tell me what was going on because I knew they had to know something but they just laughed. I pulled Karen to her feet and helped her toward the elevator when the office behind us went dark and I could feel that presence again. The Triplets were gone now. Vanished in the blink of an eye, but I could still feel them laughing at me from whatever abyss they'd returned to.
When I finally got to the short hallway the elevator was my heart dropped. It was gone. Just a white wall with padded seating built into it. We were trapped. Then the strangest thing of all happened.
I realized I was dreaming. And it seemed so obvious when that realization hit me that I cursed myself for not realizing it sooner. This was just a dream. None of this was happening. My heart was still beating out of my chest and I was shivering myself to death from fear, but goddamnit this was a dream. I could just wake up. So I tried. I willed myself to open my eyes and escape.
It didn't work.
The lights in the lobby started going out, one by one, slowly but surely, creeping toward us. Karen refused to budge when I pulled her toward the hall where the elevator used to be, all the while begging myself to wake up. Then the darkness reached us. And that thing, that presence, it was a foot away from me. I could feel its breath on my face, hot with fury, hungry. And Karen, with tears streaming down her face, looked at me and said "I'm sorry," before the lights around her went out and she was gone. All that was left there where she'd been standing a moment ago, pulsating from the blackness, was a hatred so intense I thought it was going to burn me to ashes.
I fell back and crawled away from the darkness as it slowly approached me and clung to the wall where the elevator had used to be. I prayed to wake up, more desperately than anything I'd ever prayed for before... and that thing creeping up on me dared me to wake up. That's when I knew that it knew it was in a dream too. And that scared the fucking shit out of me. Things in dreams aren't supposed to know that they're in dreams, especially when it was something so unquestionably and plainly evil like this thing was. I didn't know what to do except huddle against that wall and keep trying to wake up. I could actually feel myself in my bed tossing, turning, almost convulsing as I tried to break free while this thing closed in on me.
The lights were all out except the one above me. this thing was right in front of my face, taunting me that I was going to die in my own fucking dream, and that gave it pleasure. I knew that it was right. I was about to fucking die.
Then my eyes shot open and I found myself laying in my bed in my pitch black room. The dream was over. I was awake.
I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Jan 23, 2017 5:18:43 GMT
I've got two written down to remember. A few months back, I had a "The Last of Us" dream. It was showing the hotel scene and it was in Ellie's perspective instead of Joel's. And then, these two hunters suddenly attacked. The whole thing was pretty violent. Joel was being outmatched and Ellie got pushed to the ground where she grabbed a revolver with only two bullets in it. At that point, I was in control and had to aim it at the hunters. I missed the first shot, but the second shot hits one of them and it gave Joel the advantage he needed to beat them down. In the end, despite a few bruises, Joel was the last one standing. For this other dream, or should I say nightmare, I had a "Life is Strange" dream about a week or two ago. From what I remember, I was in the halls of my high school when I see Nathan Prescott with his gun. I start running down the halls trying to get away from him while he is just ranting and shooting at me. I could actually feel my heart pounding. More than once, he just suddenly appeared from around a corner and I running the opposite direction, and then when he shows up again, some students also start reluctantly aiming guns at me, and I'm thinking that Nathan was using the Prescott money influence on them just to turn them on me. It was so scary. When he finally caught up to me, I just started fighting back by swinging my right fist left and right at his head repeatedly. And then, the whole scenario changes. Max and Chloe are just strolling through a park at night while it was light raining and they had umbrellas and were having a nice sweet chat. But then, without saying a word, Chloe just drops the umbrella and takes off running. And then it switches to gameplay where I'm in control of Max and trying to keep up with Chloe. And then, after going underneath a bridge and through a tunnel, there's a rioting crowd of people surrounding Nathan. And then, I see Jefferson just watching from a distance. I realized he had noticed Max arrived and as he was turning around to look at Max, I looked away because I did not want to look at him at all. And then, everything blacks out while a suspense sound effect was playing. And then I woke up. Christ, it was the creepiest nightmare I've had since I've first seen Dementors. Years ago when I was a kid, those things used to haunt my dreams.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Jan 23, 2017 5:59:22 GMT
Wow, Rock. That is one hell of a dream. Or should we call that a nightmare. I realized I was dreaming. And it seemed so obvious when that realization hit me that I cursed myself for not realizing it sooner. This was just a dream. None of this was happening. My heart was still beating out of my chest and I was shivering myself to death from fear, but goddamnit this was a dream. I could just wake up. So I tried. I willed myself to open my eyes and escape. It didn't work. I have a similar experience to that. It only happened once a long time ago, but I'm pretty sure I tried to wake myself up in the middle of a dream by opening my eyelids in my sleep. But that didn't work.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 6:12:42 GMT
Man, I have such bizarre dreams on a regular basis. I have a feeling it's more difficult to remember them on average than most people's dreams. A lot of my dreams take place in these complex sci-fi settings. I had one of those just last night, it was so clear in my mind just before I woke up but then all of a sudden, gone with no recollection.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 6:29:16 GMT
I think nightmares are far more interesting than regular dreams. How many of you guys find that you're never able to scream in nightmares? I've been like that ever since I was a small child. I can talk in dreams just fine but if there's something terrifying lurking nearby I try to open my mouth but no sound comes out. And yes, I can scream just fine in real life. I wonder how common this trope is.
I think a nightmare I had quite recently still affects me in a way. I don't remember the entire thing but I remember that I'd been playing some creepy horror game in my room. I went down to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and it was very dark and cold. I was terrified when I was in the kitchen, I could feel some disturbing presence but there were no lights I could turn on. I was about to go over to the sink and fill my bottle with tapwater, but all of a sudden I stopped. I was too scared, I could feel the presence of whatever eldritch horror I knew was lurking nearby, and the darkness felt like it was gazing into me through the window.
So I went back to my room and sat down, without getting a drink. I sat down, and I suddenly realised that what was on my monitor had changed to a disturbing distorted colour-inverted image of an eerie smiling face. Chills went up my spine, I should have been the only one awake in my house at that time and I would have known if someone else had gotten up. I tried to get up but it was already too late, no matter how hard I struggled I couldn't stand up. My vision got very dim and I struggled pettily, trying anything to resist whatever the hell was going on. I never even saw the being that was doing all this to me.
I still sometimes get a similar feeling of paranoia when I'm walking through the kitchen in the dark. There are lamps though so I can just turn those on. Still, it's funny how after getting over my "scared of the dark" phase I had an eldritch nightmare so horrifying that I went back to being somewhat scared of the dark.
I can't properly describe here how scary that feeling in the nightmare was though. It doesn't sound too bad when I just type about it, the actual experience of horror that I felt just from standing in a dark kitchen in a nightmare was just pure, absolute terror.
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Post by Rock114 on Jan 23, 2017 6:38:22 GMT
Wow, Rock. That is one hell of a dream. Or should we call that a nightmare. I realized I was dreaming. And it seemed so obvious when that realization hit me that I cursed myself for not realizing it sooner. This was just a dream. None of this was happening. My heart was still beating out of my chest and I was shivering myself to death from fear, but goddamnit this was a dream. I could just wake up. So I tried. I willed myself to open my eyes and escape. It didn't work. I have a similar experience to that. It only happened once a long time ago, but I'm pretty sure I tried to wake myself up in the middle of a dream by opening my eyelids in my sleep. But that didn't work. Yeah. Nightmare doesn't quite do it justice, but yeah. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about it for the rest of the day.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 9:30:32 GMT
So I just had a dream but unfortunately I can't remember a lot of the details. I was in a really weirdly lit store alone aside from the one person working there. I guess it was a drug store or something? A really small, short rectangular building. No windows, and no shelves on any of the walls. The walls were all completely bare, and this strange sickly yellow-brown color. I can't remember what types of things were in the aisles.
I walked around for a bit in the store, not really looking at anything. I didn't buy anything, but I did go to the checkout lane. There was only the one. I don't recall if I talked to the man working there. I can't remember what he looked like either, we just... I stood there, looking at him, and he went about the motions of scanning items, even though there were no items.
I walked outside and it was snowing. Like, heavily snowing. There were big floodlight as if it were a paring lot in a plaza for department stores. But nothing had been plowed. The snow was just piled up, knee high about. There were a handful of cars, I think. The whole place was enclosed by a couple of trees, but not completely, there were some places where the trees broke and you could see past them, but it was just looking out at a field of snow until there was no more light and it was just a wall of blackness. No stars in the sky, no moon. I remember walking towards a big black pick-up truck, but then looking back and seeing a figure standing in the store. I was scared for a second, but as they ran towards me, I couldn't move.
When they got closer though, I saw it was V, and then... we had a tickle fight? Neither of us were wearing coats or any clothes for the cold, by the way, just like... normal clothes for this 30-40 degrees weather right now. Anyway, I always lose tickle fights because I'm very ticklish so I basically fell to the ground and she still kept going until we were both just rolling around in the snow laughing.
And then I woke up.
I don't know what to make of that, but yeah
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 9:39:18 GMT
The one nightmare that sticks with me, when I was really young. Like, maybe only a little older than ten years old. It was just like a normal day, but everything was made of paper. And it freaked me the fuck out. Everything, everyone I knew, it was all made of paper. In the dream, I went to find Grey Rabbit(A stuffed rabbit I had. He was grey, really old, and had a red ribbon around his neck), only to find a paper rabbit that started taunting me. Then, the thing that still kind of freaks me out...
At this point, I was in my bed with the paper rabbit, and I noticed the bed was paper, too, but I couldn't move as it changed from a bed into a person... a face materialized out of the sheets and started to change into a full person and grabbed me and...
Then I woke up.
Not very scary I know but I feel like a lot of people have that one nightmare they can't shake, and for me, that's it.
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Post by wakemeup on Jan 23, 2017 9:46:02 GMT
Just remembered I had one forum dream ages ago. I was in some shop and Cany approached me out of nowhere and started talking shit about me, so I punched him in the face and he ran off. He looked like a fat, 12 year old version of Nick.
But my dreams end up with me fighting someone often tbh
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Jan 23, 2017 15:37:37 GMT
I have been taking psychology lately, and I learned that what most people believe dreams mean are the yearning of the mind which would make an awful lot of sense for me. Seeing how I had at least five dreams over the course of six month's last year that all revolved around meeting one person. That being, well, you know who it is I've said it enough times. It is quite annoying when you dream about something you really want, but wake up to find it was just a vision of the mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 15:45:26 GMT
I have been taking psychology lately, and I learned that what most people believe dreams mean are the yearning of the mind which would make an awful lot of sense for me. Seeing how I had at least five dreams over the course of six month's last year that all revolved around meeting one person. That being, well, you know who it is I've said it enough times. It is quite annoying when you dream about something you really want, but wake up to find it was just a vision of the mind. So you're saying that, what I really want, deep down, is I really want to have my foot shot off?
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Jan 23, 2017 15:48:40 GMT
I have been taking psychology lately, and I learned that what most people believe dreams mean are the yearning of the mind which would make an awful lot of sense for me. Seeing how I had at least five dreams over the course of six month's last year that all revolved around meeting one person. That being, well, you know who it is I've said it enough times. It is quite annoying when you dream about something you really want, but wake up to find it was just a vision of the mind. So you're saying that, what I really want, deep down, is I really want to have my foot shot off? Probably not. Dreams are very symbolic and what they mean is rather confusing. And sometimes they are meaningless.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 16:19:10 GMT
I have been taking psychology lately, and I learned that what most people believe dreams mean are the yearning of the mind which would make an awful lot of sense for me. Seeing how I had at least five dreams over the course of six month's last year that all revolved around meeting one person. That being, well, you know who it is I've said it enough times. It is quite annoying when you dream about something you really want, but wake up to find it was just a vision of the mind. So deep down, I yearn to be helplessly driven insane by Cthulhu. Fair enough.
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