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[Meansdarling]

I dreamed I was kissing a generic someone, a french kiss, and it was really gross.
I could see the inside of our mouths and the tongues and ugh...

I'm a tiny bit worried about actually kissing anyone now.

But I don't see that happening anytime soon, and I'll probably like kissing if it's someone I like.

[Xantalos]

Had a dream that me and 6 friends who I'd never seen before went into a warehouse-like building, but short and made of stone for some reason. 4 friend were identical - 2 boys, 2 girls. And then there was me and the fat kid. We went in and found it to be some sort of barn thing that was bigger on the inside. Eventually, the identical friends got turned into vampires by some mutant horse-spider thing that was covered in feces. Eventually I got infected too, and exited the warehouse at the rear, to start wandering around looking for the fat kid. In broad daylight. The only shadows we had were the shadows at the edge of the buildings. I eventually got the fat kid, but he warded us off by reciting the names of video games, and then I got woken up.

[Graknorke]

I had a dream about accidentally touching a boob while getting onto a boat, and then having to sit next to the owner of it the entire way, which was a couple of hours. Both boring and awkward.

[Meansdarling]

I dreamed that I owed a lot of money to the college I go to. Extremely in debt, 111,130 dollars.

I was all looking at the bill and thinking, "I thought it was all grants! I never took out a loan!"

Man, being in debt is almost a worst dream than the one where my teeth fall out.

[Pnx]

I dreamed that I owed a lot of money to the college I go to. Extremely in debt, 111,130 dollars.

I was all looking at the bill and thinking, "I thought it was all grants! I never took out a loan!"

Man, being in debt is almost a worst dream than the one where my teeth fall out.

Ahhh the old teeth dream, don't think I've ever had it myself but I know that losing your teeth is an extremely common dream theme.

I imagine the debt one must be pretty common too, I remember having a dream where I was heavily in debt and didn't know what to do.

[Meansdarling]

My Dad instilled a deep fear of teeth decay causing debt.
He'd say, "If you get any more cavities, you have to pay for them yourself!"
It didn't make me brush my teeth more, but it definitely scared me.

I've had the dream that my teeth fall out five times now.
It's way scarier to me than any horror film I've watched.
Those usually just make me laugh and startle. lol

[Pnx]

Do you think maybe the tooth faerie business has given us all a subconscious connection between losing teeth and money? I mean I've never really been that scared that all my teeth will fall out myself, despite having a pretty bad history of dentistry (plenty of chipped and broken teeth and work with braces, although I've never lost a whole tooth), but tooth loss and debt seems to be a common worry amongst people I know.

I'm not sure why you'd be that scared of losing all your teeth anyway, I mean it just means you get to have better, stronger, teeth that you can take out and clean in the dishwasher.

[MetalSlimeHunt]

Last night's nightmare was another entry in the "being hunted" series, but more interesting than most. Subconscious must be getting bored.

It started fairly normally, searching through a large concrete dock in the dead of night with no light source. Boats, cargo crates, warehouses, that sort of thing. Like in most I had a sense of the dream-existence of The Presence, which is the name I have given to the ethereal force that is my usual pursuer in these. Rather than fear given form, it is fear not given form, which I have discovered is actually more horrifying. The Presence is never around without me knowing about it from the start. I can feel it gradually home in on me as hunted dreams drag onwards.

But here's where it gets interesting. I approached a yacht on the northwest corner of the dock. At this point The Presence was very close. I turned just as I was about to step onto the docking ramp and looked out into the water, an absolute darkness.....at which point I suddenly found myself awake and in bed. I could barely move, which signified to me a premature awakening as at least some of the physical sleep locks were still in place. I looked around the room for a couple of seconds....at which point my vision cut out. I don't mean faded or got blurry or anything. I mean instantly went from fine to pitch black, and trust me, my eyes were wide open when it happened.

I spend about ten seconds freaking out in utter darkness, and then I'm back where I was in the nightmare, and The Presence is right there. I run for the docking ramp. It laughs. I can't give word to how disturbing The Presence's laugh always is. I wake up again, still paralyzed but this time awake for good, and two hours have passed since the first awakening.

So, letting me go then pulling me back in at the nightmare climax, and extreme time dilation. I don't think either of those have happened before, and I've had a lot of nightmares.

[Wrex]

What does The Presence look like? Is it just a roiling cloud of darkness, or does it simply sort of "exist" despite you being unable to see it?

[Graknorke]

Last night's nightmare was another entry in the "being hunted" series, but more interesting than most. Subconscious must be getting bored.

It started fairly normally, searching through a large concrete dock in the dead of night with no light source. Boats, cargo crates, warehouses, that sort of thing. Like in most I had a sense of the dream-existence of The Presence, which is the name I have given to the ethereal force that is my usual pursuer in these. Rather than fear given form, it is fear not given form, which I have discovered is actually more horrifying. The Presence is never around without me knowing about it from the start. I can feel it gradually home in on me as hunted dreams drag onwards.

But here's where it gets interesting. I approached a yacht on the northwest corner of the dock. At this point The Presence was very close. I turned just as I was about to step onto the docking ramp and looked out into the water, an absolute darkness.....at which point I suddenly found myself awake and in bed. I could barely move, which signified to me a premature awakening as at least some of the physical sleep locks were still in place. I looked around the room for a couple of seconds....at which point my vision cut out. I don't mean faded or got blurry or anything. I mean instantly went from fine to pitch black, and trust me, my eyes were wide open when it happened.

I spend about ten seconds freaking out in utter darkness, and then I'm back where I was in the nightmare, and The Presence is right there. I run for the docking ramp. It laughs. I can't give word to how disturbing The Presence's laugh always is. I wake up again, still paralyzed but this time awake for good, and two hours have passed since the first awakening.

So, letting me go then pulling me back in at the nightmare climax, and extreme time dilation. I don't think either of those have happened before, and I've had a lot of nightmares.

...
Is this part of the "supernatural entities on Bay12 mess us other posters' dreams" initiative? Because that's kind of cruel. I kind of want to blame it on our resident eldrich abomination handsome chap, due to the vagueness of your pursuer.

[MetalSlimeHunt]

What does The Presence look like? Is it just a roiling cloud of darkness, or does it simply sort of "exist" despite you being unable to see it?

The Presence does not exist visually. As I said, it is an ethereal force. Sometimes I can hear it, but mostly I just sense it without any of the main five. As these are dreams, my sudden ESP towards it is hardly surprising.

Sometimes I have Hunted dreams that do not involve The Presence, but these are a minority. I can tell these because I am always initially ignorant of my pursuer, such as the Flamethrower-Wielding Child Torturer. I always know about The Presence from the start.

[Hanslanda]

So, I had to remember this all day.

Last night I had a dream. Wierd, right?
Ahem. Last night I had a dream where I was in a library type building. I was someone who worked there, and I was wandering around, looking for a specific book. At one point, I recall dream me flirting with some pretty girls, then I walked past this guy messing with what looked like a gun, but I later realized was some sort of odd, scoped fishing pole thing.
After I passed this guy, I found the book I was looking for. An encyclopedia. I kind of shrugged and put it back because why would I do something that made sense with it? Anyway, I returned to the guy with the fishing pole/gun thing, who apparently was breaking some rule, and frog marched him out of the store. He tried to talk to one of the girls, and said, "I had something I wasn't supposed to!"
I was like, "Don't talk to them. Please leave the store now." And took him outside.
Once I was outside, I turned around to find the door was locked. So I walked around the outside of the building, and got accosted by a hungry looking owl. Owls have very large talons, and sharp beaks, so I was understandably wary of it. It hopped around my feet like it was begging for food. Finally, it left of it's own accord, and I was almost to the door. Then a equally hungry, and mangy looking dog, like a schnauser, rushed up and started barking at me. Then it bit my leg, and the owl came back and lunged at my face.

Then I woke up.

[Reudh]

Argle this was a long dream indeed.

First I was at my dad's best mate's house. His kids were occasionally shouting out in their sleep.

Then it shifted to me being with Dad and for some reason we were putting water into the car tyres. He told me off for insisting it needed air.

Then it shifted to me being at a university, where a huge screen above you tells you information if you press a button. It told me I was a dickhead. Everyone laughed.

Then it shifted to me being with a girl who dislikes me, who I dislike, who nonetheless is very pretty. We were on a motor scooter preparing to head home, when she hopped off the scooter, went down an alleyway and into this dingy little store, selling all sorts of weird remedies. It was so dark in there that my poor eyesight couldn't cope; to me it looked like shifting shades of grey and brown but evidently everyone else could see fine.
A dog licked my ear. The girl said "I got what I came for." on the receipt it said "Human Placenta x1, $100". She bought a placenta with intent to fry it and cook it. the clerk described it as being 'fresh out of the woman.'.

Weird as fuck. I remember when we got back on the motorscooter, she hugged me tight and said "You have to try this too." I sort of blanched, and it shifted to another scene.

I was at Flinders Street Station. Big sign up as in the university scene. Announced that there was a massive infection loose; it mutated people into warped things. (Too much pondering of Spearbreakers and playing of Halo.). My POV shifted to someone else who slowly took out all the warped creatures and found the creature responsible, killing it on live camera.
Then everyone cheered and I heard a voice say "Now Rustie can get his five friends back and they can live with him in the preston hotel!"
Then...

CREDITS ROLLED, accompanied by some obnoxiously bad nu metal.

I'm not even making this shit up.

[Hanslanda]

Reudh, your dream is awesome.

[ISP]

Wut?

I murdered someone in a very unmemorable dream, thaught imeaditatly that I'd never do this in real life so took it as being a dream, when on a splurg and dream broke my diet eating everything I could find and then made love to a beautiful girl and almost came in the moon before almost forgetting it was a dream, said nope still a dream this shit would also never happen, explored my dreamhouse some before waking up, because I'd gotten a call.