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[Rolan7]

Another mild nightmare about the Worm-verse.  I was a random person with no superpowers, and something was off about my apartment.  I felt a presence: my dream-agent again, playing with me.  I chose to play along rather than wake up, and that was fine.

I'm not sure what was off.  I was looking for anything in-character to justify the fear I felt, but it all looked so normal.  I was in my kitchen from years ago, clean and full of cabinets.  Something about the cabinets.  I touched one, and... I don't remember, but it revealed red writing all over the kitchen walls and ceiling.  Was it blood?  Was it even real?  It might have been the illusion, and I may have been falling to my knees in a perfectly normal kitchen, trying not to look at the walls.

There was a knock on the door, and I think everything looked normal again.  I got up and opened the door as far as the chain allowed.  An elderly woman was there, confused, kinda bossy.  Didn't she know about the superpowered serial-killers about?  I almost laughed, too self-aware of the dream.  OF COURSE she knew, she was one of them in disguise.  A meat-suit probably.  I tried to slam the door closed but it caught on her arms, which were unfurling like fleshy vines.  Did I... reach out?  Somehow our arms clasped each other through the doorway, and we were fusing.

I played a little horror game with my dream-agent and it was fine, actually.  It was just a game, and I could have woken up at any time!  It's truly interesting to me how much "body-horror" I dream about, when I don't watch that sort of thing in movies, but it's still an interesting concept I guess.  A transhumanism thing probably.  I'm *happy* that I dream about being people/places/things/odds-and-ends.  And I'm happy that my dreams are... "curated" by whatever this is, because it truly seems to care about my happiness being true to myself.

[Magmacube_tr]

Keep getting weird-ass dreams. I don't remember anything in them, but I know it was all complete chaos. I see multiple of these every night. My sleep schedule is in ruins.

[Sebastian2203]

I had a dream of having very good conversation for long time with a person I do not talk to anymore.
Feels sad.

[Rolan7]

I dreamed my birth home was leaking. The rain was pouring in the cracks. It was condemned and we were moving out.

I did my best to salvage what I could, but the ceiling was collapsing. I was trying to drag out a few more special objects, but the doorway was collapsing. Dirt was being piled on, mixing with the water, and I had to try to squeeze out. They didn't care like I did.

[Magmacube_tr]

-I was walking down a set of wooden ladders in somewhere and then-

-I was a small child again. The house I was in was the village commute our family friends have in Artvin. And it looked like just like how it was more than a decade ago. A tall ceiling, bright but awkward lighting, and the constant smell of a cold night overladen by the smell of fire. It was filled with people I didn't recognise, but I remember seeing a very old lady among them that I only met once before she died. She was looking at me with an expressionless gaze, and only appeared at the edge of my vision as I was running through the crowd. Then I saw my youngest brother, who paradoxically looked as he is today. I was 7, and he is 11. He held my hand and-

-I was in a skyscraper at the dead of night, on some stupendiously high floor. It was dark. There was one of those empty spaces modern apartments have that go all the way to the bottom floor. I looked down and couldn't see a bottom, looked up and there was no ceiling. It was infinite. I-

Something was behind that concrete wall and was rapidly approaching, and it would eat me alive if it got to me-

-I woke up.

[Rolan7]

Mom and I were replaying a small-town immersive VR adventure. Last time we had unraveled some local legend for academic acclaim. Her choice, history buff, but I enjoyed it too.

This time we would be bank robbers.

I just had to make sure the sheriff and deputy were on break. We knew their schedules from last time, metagaming, so I went to the diner. Sure enough there was the deputy. Arlen, I think? A large lady, overweight but with the strength to carry herself. She was chatting with the diner's owner, her friend, who was much more traditionally attractive if you're into that sort of thing.

We exchanged smiles and I asked about helping out. I may have layed on the charm a bit, particularly on the deputy (I wanted to confirm her schedule). Arlen reacted... warmly, considering I was a total stranger. I think she was politely into me which caught me off guard since I was relatively guymode (so I couldn't be attractive?? Hrm). She made me feel pretty (she twigged that I wasn't a guy! How?) but also respected. It was a surprise from this character I had dismissed last time.

Anyway I confirmed her schedule and left, agreeing to chat again soon. I think the diner lady was subtly cheering us on, haha. Good friend. I left feeling off guard but cheerful. Was I into her? Was she trans too? (clearly, but I often miss signs of that until I wake up. including pretty, soft facial hair)

I met up with mom and blah blah, we got to the safe. The alarm was blaring but we had several minutes alone and there was some trick to working out the code. I couldn't remember it though. I was... distracted. Conflicted. I convinced her to leave it and run. We didn't need to be villains, not just yet, I wanted to try another cooperative route. This tiny town had such interesting characters.

[Magmacube_tr]

I saw Astroneer 2. As in, it was like a series of trailers.

The first was that of a gray barren planet with rings.

The second was a yellow-gray one witu a hazy gold atmosphere.

Third showcased animals. The designs were amazing, and also quite simplistic, but felt alive (Of course, I mean. Because technically, they are my designs). There was this raptorial yellow creature with a pair of flaps under its chin looking over a sunrise at the gold sky. There was this giant, flatboard looking dark purple thing with two arms that emerged from sand.

Then the dream just cut to me trying desperately find hazelnuts in the kitchen, only finding sunflower seeds everywhere I looked.

[MCreeper]

Nightmare about Mr. Sacks creepily menacing Roger Wilco in uncharacteristic ways.
Followed by a nightmare? of Mr. Sacks, in a form of a jolly man in Santa costume who was jokingly shocked at my alarm, giving me a nice after dinner chat before being called off by a similiar school performer Mr. Sacks.
Oddly followed by a short train chase scene in a black-and-old paperish Last Express-like game.

Fitting time to have such dreams, eh? At least he didn't ask me to give him anything except a cup of tea. 

[Rolan7]

Mr. Sacks!  Take 1900 2022!  hehe.
My Fallen London dreams were usually about goat-devils or the zee (and SUN)
I dreamed a movie about a union vote.  The company representative was actually sympathetic and trying to help the vote pass, but the workers were... Scandinavian?  They needed a translator and the translator took an impassioned, convincing speech and spoke it like a slow somber dirge.  The Union organizer waited sadly in a little room for the result, expecting the vote to fail.  And yet it passed!  He shook hands with the company rep for TV cameras and they earnestly promised to build good cars (or work metal?) together while protecting workers.

I think that's what I subconsciously imagine Minnesota to be like?  Wild when I so often talk to someone there
Also the ceilings were impossibly high for some reason iirc

[voliol]

I was playing a succession game, except instead of Dwarf Fortress, it was (a game of) living in a large apartment. One thing you could do was collect these SCP-like things. As I was playing my turn, one of these appeared, a crouched humanoid thing, that was somehow a "girl". Beyond being distorted in some way it had only three round orifices for a face, evenly large, like the openings of clay pots. What this SCP-like did, was expulge other SCP-likes from these orifices. It was numbered something like 45, and would expulge some ten SCP-likes numbered below it, in descending order (so 44, 43, 42 etc.). Finding it was in some ways great, because the first one it would expulge would be a trio of angelic-like (but somehow inorganic? With a marble/bubble motif?) beings capable of seeing/showing past, present, and future respectively. During "the last succession game" we had only one of them and it had been a large boon, apparently. But this being was also dangerous. It turns out it would expulge the next SCP-like the everytime someone looked at it (and more if you gave it more than a glance), and some of the others were really bad. So I had to catch it under a fish net with my eyes closed. And it wriggled.

Another scene involved lifting pigeons out of the apartment. That the window I released them out from looked vaguely like the one in the window scene in Inception was only coincidental, because it was really that of a real place I've been in.

[Loud Whispers]

Started off as a pleasant dream, where I was just chilling with some dude who said nothing for a long while then said rotisserie chicken. I nodded and we went to get some rotisserie chicken. The rest of the dream was a nightmare though as I kept feeling like I was being stalked by a skinless mimic-man with huge eyes and claw hands. The thing would attack me and I would wake up in my bed, but then it'd be leering around the corner. I would grab my sword and stab it, it would stab me, great times were had by all and this process would repeat again and again until I started winning. I got so angry because this dickhead kept interrupting my sleep that I started chasing it down

[King Zultan]

Seems like the best way to defeat a nightmare is to beat the shit out of it,

[Eric Blank]

That never works, they always beat the shit out of you. Even if you wake up from punching the wall, they still won in the dream and ruined your night.

It happens to me a lot. It's almost always my brother attacking me for no reason. Sometimes the dream doesn't end there though.

[JoshuaFH]

I have a bad habit of sleeping through my alarm clock as it beeps and blares. This causes the noise of the alarm to worm its way into my dreams. The dream this morning was the harshest that's happened though: I was at a friend's house and trying to go to sleep on his couch, with my deceased uncle sleeping on another couch. For whatever reason we had dozens of alarm clocks littered around the room, and I'm hearing one going off and I'm trying to find it. The noise always seems to be at the same volume no matter where I go in the room, so I'm just hitting and smashing the clocks left and right, desperately trying to find the right one. I'm about to go insane with the blaring in my ears, before I wake up and hit the (real) snooze button on my (real) alarm clock.

Seems to happen every time I'm in a stupor I refuse to wake up from. This morning was especially stupor-y.

[King Zultan]

I have a bad habit of sleeping through my alarm clock as it beeps and blares. This causes the noise of the alarm to worm its way into my dreams.

I hate when that happens.

That never works, they always beat the shit out of you. Even if you wake up from punching the wall, they still won in the dream and ruined your night.

I'll just say that it worked for me last time I tried it.