Hearing about others’ dreams has always been a subject that really interests me.
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it was a pretty bizarre one I was a magician who can perform exaggerated things then one time I performed throwing up my insides and did something wrong then I wakeup with a sleep paralysis.
Some random ones I’ve had over the years:
-I got shot up by Winnie the Pooh, and while waking up in the hospital he showed up in a nurse’s outfit and threw me across the room
-I went to a hospital owned by Amazon to get a cancerous brain tumor removed. Regular hospitals were reserved for the rich despite also being cheaper. After they put me under, where I had to fill out a poll in another dream, I woke up in a battle royale arena unable to speak.
-Jewish people could turn into fruit
-I was ProZD who was also a penguin, and scientists tortured me by forcing me to watch fish be improperly seasoned
-I quoted Margarete Thatcher and someone replied “Wise words for someone without a spine”
-My sister’s friend died, so we had a “Fun-eral” which was having a scavenger hunt with finding her body parts in a forest
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-I was walking through the woods and I come across a field with a bunch of people fucking. There’s this one guy and girl, and when the guy… you knows, she gets launched into the sky like a bottle rocket. I did not see her fall back down.
-I was in a fancy art museum that was somehow in Sonic Adventure 2, and those infamous gay furry erotic rat paintings from a 1992 art auction video where on display.
This post reminded me of a dream I had today.
I was hiking up a hill through a forest and saw a snake by the side of the path. I stopped to look at it. It was completely black with a strange white dotted pattern on its back, unlike any snake where I live. Then I heard something moving a little uphill, I turned to look, and it was another snake, and next to it another. I looked around and the ground was writhing with snakes. I started running away into the forest, but it was getting darker and darker. Then I heard an ominous whirring sound getting progressively louder. I woke up and it was the washing machine.
My favorite dream ever was one where I was in a choir and almost everyone important to me in my life was also a member. It was never specified what exactly was going to happen, but we all just understand that it was bad and that the only way to prevent it was for all of us to sing Come Sail Away by Styx from start to finish. As we get to the second verse it becomes evident that I’m the only one who knows the words, so I take the lead. We finish the song and everyone is very proud.
I’ve had a few dreams with a recurring theme where I’ll go on a vacation, and for some insane reason I bring all three of my cats, who proceed to lose their shit and run off, I end up in some kind of Benny Hill-like escapade trying desperately in vein to catch them, which is funny in retrospect and very stressful during.
In one of them we were on a cruise ship on the top deck and one of my cats jumped over the railing to escape, not knowing it was open air beyond, she definitely died. I basically screamed until I woke up.
I have a reoccurring one that I get a few times a year for the past 20ish years. I’m nervous about sharing it for fear that it may trigger the dream but I want to contribute.
It’s dusk and I’m around twelve years old standing with my parents on a large square stone structure that stands just higher than the trees in the massive forest that surrounds it. Imagine a medieval castle wall or the Great Wall of China if it were square.
The only other people there are a few skeletal “caretakers” wearing Asian rice hats that obscure their faces. They quietly sweep with big push brooms and keep to themselves.
In each corner of the structure is a 3x5ft hole with steps that lead down about 10ft ending at a black, lightless, drop-off.
I’m always standing on that last step before the void, looking up at my parents who are at the top impatiently waiting for me to jump. I tell them I’ve changed my mind and that I want to go home but they’re holding me to my word and won’t let me come back up. I usually wake up and that point and feel pretty depressed.
When I was around that age my dad walked in on me pulling the trigger on his.45 pistol I’d had against my head. I didn’t know to pull back the slide first to load it. He was, understandably, very mad. I feel this dream is related to that event somehow. I think I’ll probably continue to have it until he dies. I’m almost 40 years old it has to end sometime.
