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[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Guys night mares suck.

Recently I've been trying to touch up some scarry parts in a story I'm writting and my friend suggested me some links to help. After improving the writing it is much scarierer.

You know what's scarier than words on paper?!? Seeing the things come to life in your freaking dreams.

So I've been having nightmares recently, involving the creatures I've made for my story... yay

[TheBiggerFish]

Well, you can make them creepier now!

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Yup

The dream didn't even involve a normal monster, it was a half dead mutilated one that still chased me down and let me tell you it being half dead made it all the more creepy

[Yoink]

I haven't had a good, proper nightmare in a while. I need to reset my sleep schedule, that usually seems to cause some wicked nightmares.

[Ibid Straydrink]

Shucks, I haven't had a good nightmare since I was a kid. And even that, was just me as a cat, and like my cat at the time, running away from cups and other inanimate objects.

[Starver]

I dreamt that I couldn't stop pushing on one of my bottom teeth with my other teeth. As in I didn't want to do it but my jaw seemed to be contorting moving itself in that way all on its own. Eventually I pushed on it so much that it completely broke. I panicked, and woke up kind of relieved that I still had all my teeth.

Why.

Well, I had a wisdom tooth taken out, the other day¹.  And yet I didn't dream about that.  Maybe we switched.  Do you have any reason to have instead dreamt about the things I was dreaming about?

There was the bit with the car, and I was trying to pack the boot(/trunk) with things, but then the driver came back and wanted to set off, so with the back open I was forced to perch in the back of the car, in amongst the luggage I had been packing, as everyone else filled all the other seats (apart from one other, who also had to sit in the back) and then he reversed too far over the edge of a banking (despite my protestations) so that we slid down and we then had to make our way back to the road over grassy slopes... and there was a lot of other parts, even if that wasn't anything to do with you, but that's the only bit I can still remember from the appropriate time-period...  Could it be someone else's RL experiences yet again..?


¹ It hadn't been causing me problems, and my previous dentist had said "we'll have to keep an eye on that, but it'll last for now", and then suddenly the new dentist wants to take it out, a month or two back.  She tries, but only takes the top off, then gives up.  I still don't have any problems with it, but after a consultation with the hospital, a month later, they say it now ought to be taken out.  I still don't have any problem, as I await going back in to have it removed.  Which was in the middle of last week.  It's not that it's painful, but it's definitely still sore and swollen and my lip is cracked (either due to dehydration or because of being caught by a tool during the procedure, whilst I was numbed, which involved drilling the (remaining bit of) tooth into multiple small bits to actually extract it) and I'm having significant difficult eating and even drinking. BTW, this footnote is Real Stuff, not Dream Stuff...

[Dozebôm Lolumzalěs]

I dreamt Dwarf Fortress v.42.07 was out. Such disappointment I felt when I woke up. The rest was weird.

[TheBiggerFish]

The rest was weird.

Well tell us about it?

[Dozebôm Lolumzalěs]

It's been a few hours, so I can't remember much. Or anything. Sorry. The v.42.07 was the only part notable enough for me to remember.

Although I do realize that "weird" literally describes every dream, as a dream that isn't weird is weird for not being weird. It's like a subversion of dreamness to not be weird, and subversions are weird.

[Ibid Straydrink]

Been having extremely vivid dreams lately. Last night, there was this one were I went on a great journey (Inspired by the bizarre tale of Florida senate candidate  Augustus Sol Invictus) and, upon reaching its end, sacrificed and drank the blood of a walking cactus creature. After doing so I instantly understood every dialect of latin, and began busting out with Harry Potter style spells. Hurrah.

[Haspen]

So in my dream tonight I had a recurring theme of the moon cycles whereas me and other Roman Republican peoples around me could travel across continents and centuries.

I don't remember much about first moon cycle, but we transported to China and by the end we exchanged some marble sculptures for chinese books. And the China's leader was named Minister Shu.

During the second moon cycle we transported again to China only to discover that, while we were still stuck in whatever B.C, the Chinese on other hand were having iPads, computers and other modern stuff by now. Oh and VR games (and I played one and it was about being helicopter cop chasing villains between skyscrapers in Hong Kong). We then spent some time discussing the moon cycles with Minister Chang, the leader of China, and they agree to computate some liquid polymers (no idea how those were going to help) and establish a permament mooncycle so we can travel freely between time.

Then happened the third moon cycle but instead of transporting to China proper we were transported to some underground caverns. Some pig-faced orange-tanned (like, too-much-auto-sunbath-cream tanned) aliens with plasma pistols were holding the Chinese hostage. Then they killed an antropomorphized piglet that tried to vouch for their freedom, and we were captured as well. Then they told us to march toward a cauldron in middle of giant firepit. One of the Centurions then pulled out his gladius and began whispering me his secret plan of defeating the pig aliens.

Unfortunately, my alarm clock woke me up in that very moment.

[GiglameshDespair]

I very rarely dream, or if I do, I very rarely recall what I dream about.

I started on top of a steep, almost L-shaped hill, studded with lots of large dome-shaped lights in a regular pattern. At the bottom was a cabin. I went down towards the cabin, when a lizardman alien thing came out the door and started patrolling, but I found a tranquliser gun and shot it. After a few seconds it fell over unconscious and I took its gun.

I went into the cabin. It didn't so much have a door as one end was open. Underneath the plyboard boards that made up the floor, a minuscule alien was hiding, looking at me as I approached the door. When I stepped on the plyboard it got squished. There were a pair of toliets in the cabin, and one of them was rattling loads; when I looked at it, I knew the reason there were no rats around this horrible public toliet was because of tiny aliens must have got them.

I also noticed I was barefoot.

I headed to another cabin, which was full of people I knew in the dream, but I didn't know them in real life. They wouldn't believe that the aliens were hostile, and wanted to tell them, so I tranq'd all of them so they wouldn't, then locked them in the cabin.

A second later I was in some kind of big underground tunnel system, running down stairs in a wire mesh cage in a huge room. Everything was filthy and rusty. I'd pass the occasional riot policeman, who were unfriendly, and the occasional hobo, who was, as I went through this big underground concrete system.

I encountered another alien, and fought it, but my left hand was split in half between the middle finger and the ring finger. I wasn't so much concerned as irritated with this, as all the blood made me messy so the people I passed when I continued on my way were more judgemental.

And then I woke up.

[nomoetoe]

I had a dream that I fought Dio Brando, it was a fairly violent dream, especially the part where I stuck him to the wall with daggers and chopped him into pieces, while this was going on my family was telling me that I needed to hurry up and get to the car for some vacation or something. Yes, completely ignore the fact I cut someone into pieces and he's still alive. Anyway, I knew cutting him into pieces wouldn't kill him so I went and grabbed a jar of sunshine to finish him off, before I killed him with my sunshine jar the dream became nonsense and I had no idea what was going on.

[Ibid Straydrink]

My dream lucidity has hit its crescendo. After enjoying a cup of coffee with old friends, rivals, acquaintances, and strangers from my life, in what seemed to be a rather casual, unextraordinary urban setting,  I decided mull things over and go for walk, which turned out to be more or less a timeline of my past. Through the journey I met rather stylized, simplified, or exaggerated versions of my self and the people around me at that time, and offered them advice that they couldn't seem to understand, appreciate, or swallow. And each "self" was stuck in a rut. So, I pressed on through the pine forests and vacation homes of my youth, and discovered that there was (deus ex machina!) a fantastic, nebulous, malignant force hiding in the background of reality, behind unperceivable walls. And being that I had folded reality upon itself to get where I was and apparently broken all the right rules, I was able to reach its "throneroom" by crawling through rather clean and polished air vents. There, from behind a column, I witnessed this... gaseous entity on the throne of the Crimson's King straight out of Stephen King, with lines of naked slaves in chains before him, being guarded and led forward toward the classic pile of corpses by naked guards wielding eccentrically gothic polearms and dressed in armor that was chained to their bodies. And I didn't even think. No emotion, no hesitation. Just a moment of "Target Acquired," and I bum rushed the throne and began wrestling with the gas, who took the force of a tentacled starfish. It fucking stung. Hard. But, he/she/it began to get smaller, and smaller, and smaller- until I could clutch it in one hand, it's beak cutting through the flesh as I clean, mercilessly crush it, exploding it into purple slop. THEN, I clutched it its soul, and said nothing but heard the words in mind, no-kidding verbatim,  "I banish you to Dreams, forever to haunt me with your wisdom, but never to hold sway in the waking world again."

And, uh, I woke up. Feeling pretty damned good today. Think I might get a gym membership and schedule some skydiving lessons. 

[Baffler]

Had this last night, wrote it down on paper but didn't get a chance to post until now. Also wall of text warning.

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I dreamed I was walking along a narrow road along the edge of a mountain. On my right was solid rock, and to the left only the small metal barrier separated me from a plunging cliff face. It was raining hard, and I couldn't see anything past the barrier, or more than a few meters in front or behind me. I don't know where I was going, or why, but no matter how miserable I was I knew I had to make time or I would almost certainly die. My dream-brain seems extremely drawn to the idea of a miserable journey.

So I plodded along, gradually becoming more and more soaked, when the road suddenly ended. A flimsy wooden barrier with blinking lights on it sat right in front of a solid drop. I needed to keep going forward. I vaulted the barrier. I couldn't see anything through the rain, but the fall was very short, and when I landed the fog disappeared completely. I found myself in a lightly forested basin, surrounded on all sides by mountains, with a dome made out of a solid piece of weather-worn gray stone in the middle. There were little niches cut into the sides of it, big enough to let light in, and an opening big enough to walk into directly in front of me. Something about the thing made me feel uneasy, but I still went inside. The inside was dominated by a gigantic hole leading straight down, with only just enough space for two people to walk past each other around the edges. On the far side of the dome, a staircase cut into the side of the hole led down into the darkness.

I stepped onto the staircase, and not a moment later, I noticed that there was some source of light down at the bottom, several hundred meters down. I couldn't tell what was down there, but the light filtering up was just bright enough to illuminate the stairs where the natural light from above didn't. At the same time, I noticed another figure standing in the doorway I had entered from, the light too faint to make out its features. It just stood there, but the sight of the thing terrified me. I ran down the stairs as fast as I dared. I looked over my shoulder occasionally, and saw the thing back there. First it was at the top of the stairs looking down, then across the pit looking over, each time just a little bit closer. I was nearing the bottom, and the light from below was getting easier to make out. The stone floor had a huge brazier lit in the center, which for whatever reason didn't produce any smoke. The stairs didn't lead all the way down, instead terminating in a ring mirroring the one above, in the ceiling of the room below. The figure was just behind me now, and with only a moment of hesitation I jumped down from the shelf. Checking back up, I saw the thing was gone.

I wasn't happy for long though. Looking around the chamber, the first thing I noticed was that there was no way out. Every square inch of the wall, ceiling, and floors were extremely intricately carved, with unusual angular shapes that didn't seem to depict anything in particular. The room was decagonal, with a different pattern on each face of the wall, with corresponding sections marked out in the floor and ceiling. A little circle was set into the floor near the fire, which had since receded into the floor to give an unobstructed view. When I stood on it, the carvings on the wall and floor seemingly came to life. The sort of jumbled looking patterns neatly arranging themselves to show a panoramic view, which changed depending on which direction I was facing. Absolutely beautiful scenes of nature, heaven, hell, mundane life, and all manner of other things I couldn't easily identify appeared with a slight shuffle of my feet or a tilt of my head. As I looked I noticed the room had started to gradually darken, and I suddenly became aware of how hungry I was. The last carving showed my room, with a figure standing in the corner, too dark to make out any details. The figure disappeared when I blinked, and I found that I had woken up.