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[Rolan7]

Wednesday night: Dreamed I was in Skyrim with my partner.  They were a dragon-type pokemon.  We took down Skyrim dragons and picked each other up via Borderlands mechanics. (My partner really liked me describing this )

Thursday night: Dreamed I was in college again, and I was skipping all my classes.  Other than that one massive disaster hanging over me, it was a nice affirming dream with my dad. (I had just visited my dad and it went well, we cooked and fixed a dryer)

Last night: (I did some witch cosplay) Dreamed I was in the world of Sacrifice.  An abhuman mage, bouncing from god to god and accumulating a diverse set of powers.  They needed me more than I needed them, and I transcended the normal limits.  I mastered all 5 colors of magic and repaired the riven worlds.  (technically my costume was The Mage of Tarot)

[Bumber]

Dreamed I was in Skyrim with my partner.

I dreamed I was in Oblivion (or Morroblivion mod) last week. I was gathering cooked rice that people had spilled in the dirt (near a lake/shore) and put it in a bag I had so I could turn it into restore fatigue potions if I found a mortar. I also found a fishing rod, which broke, so I began climbing buildings and trees with a pair of fishing hooks attached to strings.

[TD1]

I just forced myself awake. It's 2:50. I'm currently horrified, terrified, and physically shaken. This is an unusually strong reaction to a dream for me. My torchlight is on so I won't be isolated in the darkness, surrounded by its dreadful potentiality. I'm almost too scared to recount the dream in case that makes it real.

The exact details are hazy. I was in a cave complex, I was in a mansion, I was in a forest. But there was one common theme. A woman, who was a close associate, was hunting me. Part of her arsenal were these creatures with white, manic faces. Like masks painted mad. They could assume different shapes, and I eventually realised their forms reflected the recently dead. I thought I was capable of helping them, because they were suffering. I was not scared of them.

I had escaped the mansion and was in the cave complex. There were three masked figures, deformed and somehow different. These were profoundly sadistic, evil, and I realised they were shaped like children. There was nothing and no one else around, in stark contrast to the shenanigans I got up to in the mansion.

These child-like horrors acted differently to the others when I attempted to offer aid. I'd succeeded in the past, sometimes. The creatures disappeared for a time at least. But these just grew more disquieting.

And, as I failed spectacularly to help, I made eye-contact with one. There was a viceral reaction felt in my dream and real body alike. The eyes were like onyx, and I was being suffocated in their darkness. This was a moment which somehow stretched.

And suddenly I knew.

It had never been multiple beings, just the three before me. All my previous adventures and exploits of daring-do, they had been there. A note of unrealised Lovecraftian horror in my James Bond fantasy.

The eyes were drowning me. I couldn't breathe. I'd fatally miscalculated the situation. My breathing got tighter. And I knew what they were.

These were my own children. Unborn. A foetal evil, twisted to constantly hunt me. Somehow I knew the depth of their suffering. It was in those eyes. They'd wanted help. But I had been enjoying my adventure, experiencing what they could not. In front of them, over and over.

It had fully broken them.

This time, they would follow me even through the veil of sleep. I forced myself awake regardless.



There are literal tears in my eyes. I'm waiting for twisted white masks. But most upsetting is what I saw in those broken minds, that I could have, should have helped. And that I may deserve what is coming for me.

[Great Order]

Was at my secondary school, which had been turned into a boarding school and was actually my university. There was a school-wide game going on where there were "Rebels" and "Imperials". Imperials had to hide from the rebels because the rebels could convert imperials into rebels by touching them - Basically a massive game of Humans vs Zombies. I was an imperial.

In the middle of the night, some rebels (who were some of my neighbours and people from my Jitsu club IRL) came into my room. I managed to hide from them, but heard them going through my bank statements and exclaiming about things I'd bought, including embarrassing stuff (Such as a subscription to a gay porn site for some reason. Even with full dream logic applying I had no idea why I'd done that). I got pissed off, understandably, and confronted them. I disappeared off for a bit, can't remember what happened, but I decided to contact a friend (Again, a guy from the Jitsu club) who was a reporter. I told them about all of it while the culprit was there, lots of arguing, eventually threatened to take them to court for mail tampering. That bit of the dream ended there.

The second bit of the dream was different and almost completely unrelated. I was watching a show of this while a the same time it was happening to me. In a car, had a police officer pull me over. Turns out they were actually a mugger. Good news for me, a panther came and attacked them. For some reason I didn't drive off immediately and waited until they'd almost dealt with the panther to do so. Then I wasn't in a car, it was a motorbike (My brain even called attention to the flaw here but I didn't pay attention to it). Driving away, almost escaped but the mugger had set up a trap which made a pothole appear in the road. The motobike went into it and flipped me and my girlfriend off (And I still don't have one IRL, wishful thinking on my brain's behalf). I set off running, but my GF had twisted her ankle and I couldn't leave her. Muggers caught up again, and despite being in a city with loads of people around, nobody helped.

Now I looked away from the screen (Since it was also a show, no my brain had no issue with this bit) and resolved to find a legitimate policeman. I headed off to where I knew there'd be one - My house.

There were police there, unsurprisingly because that article about the rebels looking through my mail had blown up and the police were telling people to not harass me. I told the first officer after a lot of telling him to listen because he kept trying to send me away, and him and another officer set off to find the mugger/muggee. We got a bit of distance, then the second officer decided to help me with my D&D minis, which I was happy for them to do. We discussed my D&D campaign and what my plans in it were.

The initial scene with the mugger played out again, dunno why, then the dream ended.

[Rolan7]

I was at an overlook on the edge of a sci-fi megacity arcology.  The "outskirts" were mosaics of verdant parkland and creeks, sprinkled past-century gazebos and information centers.  Extending for miles, perhaps to the horizon.  The horizon was *strange*: vague shapes shimmered at the edge of visibility, suggesting the infrastructure of great dome.  But it wasn't anything so simple.  The horizon seemed too high, and I had read there were optical tricks at play.

I had been here before, but I still sat on the ground to steady myself.  My companion, a well-dressed rather boyish young man in a top hat, was having a worse time of it.  I tried to stay calm and talk to him about the science of the artificial horizon, but he wasn't hearing me.  Vertigo washed over me and I felt something crunch in my grip: my hand-mirror.  It was bending and shattering even after I relaxed my grip, as if reflecting the artificial vista was overwhelming the thrift-shop bauble.

My companion was losing it too.  He accosted a picnicking lady, accusing her of shapeshifting.  She seemed annoyed but unsurprised- this was a common reaction.  I reassured him, taking him by the shoulder and guiding/pulling him away.  The bent light just does that to people.  He trusted me enough to calm down, listening to me speak without hearing the words.

Though the bustling 19th-20th century streets were a different kind of overwhelming.  At least there were no cars, but so many people.  Not the single blob-like crowd in stock footage of Manhattan, but dozens of individuals everywhere I looked.  All moving their own way.  It was wonderful and overwhelming.

We eventually made our way to a Victorian theater/hotel to meet some family members and stay the night.  The place was intentionally drafty, with no central heating, which I quite enjoyed.  Everyone dressed up in thick period clothing and makeup and gathered together for low-tech party games.

(As usual, I didn't notice or question who my companion was until I woke up.  The mirror thing just seemed random at the time.  I think it's okay now, since I helped it, but I'm not used to it expressing vulnerability like that.  I wonder how much of this was inspired by my Fallen London character experiencing death?)
(A few nights ago it tried an excessively hairy transmasc form, and this time I think only its clothing was male... we try things and sometimes they work, good buddy.)

This was all a nap.  Mostly last night I dreamed about Lobotomy Corp after reading some LP of it, but there was ironically no body-horror XD  Just frustrated obsession with the game mechanics.  This always happens when I have trouble breathing, but I eventually woke up and used my inhaler.

Also heh: I just remembered looking at the vista and "remembering" having nightmares about it for weeks after my "last visit".  I truly had no idea I was asleep, which is somewhat unusual these days.

[Naturegirl1999]

Dram I had last night, I was playing some sort of Sonic/Shadow game, both characters were in the game, and I would control one or the other at different times, randomly, the game made me switch, they more swapped places, I was running in some sort of desert place with tall plataus that I'd try to jump onto. I also felt the ground and felt like i was the one doing the running/jumping, more like I was Sonic or Shadow and I was watching myself in 3rd person, At some point Sonic and Shadow were talking, I never controlled what either of them said, but I was in one of their bodies, waiting to be able to move whichever one I was supposed to, like waiting through a cutscene except by that point the "this is a game" thought faded, the "fact" I was "playing a game" faded as the dream progressed as I moved into the character I was controlling. I was only allowed to control where one went, not control what they said, I couldn't read their thoughts either, I was mainly only able to control their legs even though I was feeling the entire body, It ended with me controlling Shadow just running around, no waypoints, no direction, I didn't know what Shadow wanted or what I wanted, so I was looking for the tallest plateau and started running towards it, hoping we'd get a better view of the landscape and where to go from there, we didn't get to the top but we were jumping up sections of it to try getting there. Most of the rock the plateaus were made of was reddish, thinking on it now, I feel like I've seen pictures of reddish rock in sandy places before, maybe I can look up places like that, I really want to see if I can make the dream continue, maybe then it'll be more lucid

Edit to avoid double posting: I had a dream last night(this morning? I stayed up past midnight so I fell asleep technically early morning) the dream involved talking out loud about these small bees that lived in very small hives, there were lots of these light brown small nuts that the bees world eat and live in, and I stopped calling them hives when I realized they used the shell of these nuts as their shelter rather than making the shelter themselves, I was talking about what I found out, but there seemed to be no one there, I still talked out loud though, in case anyone listened. I'll probably look up and see if there is any nut that looks like the one in my dream, there might be one with a similar shape

[Loud Whispers]

I had some sick dream that was all like the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe crossed with the Great Gatsby. And yet when I woke up I could only remember clearly the last part of the dream - the love quadrangle between the erstwhile heroes that ended in a tragic monarchical-gangland assassination ;-;

[Bumber]

small nuts that the bees world eat and live in, and I stopped calling them hives when I realized they used the shell of these nuts

beez nuts

got 'em!

[Magmacube_tr]

small nuts that the bees world eat and live in, and I stopped calling them hives when I realized they used the shell of these nuts

beez nuts

got 'em!

This is a certified Naturegirl Moment™.

[Frumple]

Already lost most of it, but that ending bit.

Someone had somehow or another roped an adventuring party into watching a scuffed elementary school play. Started out with just them and a handful of kids doing the performance, technical difficulties and whatnot just got worse as it went along and more people trickled in. Ending was great confusion as the projected background goes completely off the rails and shows what looks like a cupboard full of corpses of identical, similarly young kids in nurse outfits... and then the world goes greyscale, and one of the nurse-things walks out from behind the screen.

Lights flick on, projector goes out, ghost-thing stays where it is. Jumpscare from hell, entire room starts screaming.

Punchline is the PoV character is some kind of barbarian equivalent. They're screaming in unison with everyone else, except it's a scream of unfettered rage as they launch themselves forward axe flying, shooting out like a rocket straight over the audience at the horror-thing, which promptly panics and flees back behind the stage area, barbarian rampaging after it trying to get a hit in.

Wake up as the PoV character started hacking at the wall the ghost-thing ran through.

... anyway, it was pretty great. Just realized this is something of a trend, as the last dream I had any recollection of, the PoV character walked into this creepy swamp area near a building, and as the general feeling started drifting towards nightmare territory, they whipped out a wand and staff and started raining hellfire and lightning on the surrounds, setting the creepy landscape and approaching horror-things on fucking fire. Metal as hell, it was. Mythos-swamp shouldna' messed wit' a witch.

[Rolan7]

Everything was going real well but a problem happened and now I'm thrown off so I guess I slept, uh, 1AM to 3AM, and then from 6AM to 9AM in a half-sleep fog where I was literally listening to a podcast while being in a half-asleep dream state where

It was back in school, and I was walking the halls.  And I knew I didn't belong.  I was turning hallways into walls as I walked, and I touched one and it was solid.  Yet I knew it was just a barrier, a good one.

Hm... right.  I also felt incredibly lonely, and cried, there on the precipice between dream and awake.  But then I awoke, thought of my partner, and...
It didn't make everything okay, because there's a metaphorical distance, but I felt so alone a little while.  I never feel alone when I'm awake.  Why do I feel alone when I'm asleep?
As they/she would say: Interesting.

[Rolan7]

Night before last I dreamed:
There was a system of alchemical divination that was just, like, real.  When repairing a device you could just... gauge the levels of heat and metal and (?) and plug that into a hard formula, and you WOULD get useful information.

Which was crucial to my IT/tech job.  Except I (non-lucid) suddenly realized- wait, that's weird.  Why would that be the case?  Sure it seems to work, within reasonable tolerances, but... it goes against real-world physics and is primarily vibes based??  It's kinda magic!  This is incredible, this implies that everything can change

[mate888]

I think my weirdest dream so far is one where I was working as some sort of inspector in a Cold War East Bloc country (I don't know why there specifically since I'm from Argentina and have never been to Europe but in dream logic I just knew that's where I was) and I had to go check on some massive commieblock type building that was owned by some sort of cult because they had stopped paying taxes. I went in and asked to see their leader but all the cult members just acted evasive or ignored me, they were all going up and down the stairs of the building carrying long boxes and, again per dream logic, I knew they had guns in there. Then a guy that apparently dream-me recognized as "the Yugoslav" showed up and said he'd take me to the leader, I followed him several flights of stairs up to a room, but as I entered I saw it was empty and, per dream logic, I became aware that the cult leader was dead and it was all a trap, then some creepy woman entered the room and tried to stab me but I put the Yugoslav between me and her and he died, she just kept walking foward towards me like a zombie so I kinda snapped her neck using the dying Yugoslav as a shield, then the Yugoslav laughed at me as he bled out and an alarm started blaring, so I went out the window and tried to climb down, but I noticed I was much higher up than I thought I was so I started climbing to the top, made it past a window where I overheard people talking about how they were going to torture me to death then I woke up.
Weirdly, by the time I was climbing on the outside of the building (all the windows had these shitty grates similar to those in my old highschool so I held on to those) I kinda woke up but not really. Like, I was aware that I was actually in my bed sleeping but I could still see, hear and feel the dream for a while, it was strange.

[Loud Whispers]

Dreamed everyone was tired of horses and were trying to market triple horses as the new best thing and people shunned anyone who dared to defend regular horses

[King Zultan]

I'd like to hear more about these new fangled triple horses, and what made them different from regular horses?