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[Eric Blank]

Dreamt i was working for a construction company building a huge university campus with dozens of large buildings. My brother and i showed up totally late, so we had no idea where the crew was actually working, but we stopped to discuss building a deck on one of the structures we were supposed to build. Then the supervisor shows up and demands i alone come chat with him aside.

So we go up a stairway into a semi-private location, and theres three other workers there as well. The supervisor then starts telling all of us that we've been doing a terrible job and hes going to fire us, but he also accuses us of having learning disabilities (in not such nice terms) and if we can bring a doctors note or something to prove we do have legitimate disabilities we can stay. I quit on the spot instead of considering it.

So i waited around the parts of the campus that were already open to the public. There was a pretty neat professor who was nice to talk to but then she froze to death because somebody rerouted the water pipe on her potted plants to a liquid nitrogen tank while she slept. So later on my brother got off work and we left. But i came back that night to fuck with things. Thats when i learned i was a vampire-werewolf and i had been the whole time. I literally got two separate letters in the mail. One said congrats youre a vampire heres what to do and the other was the same on the werewolf side. So i ate a few assholes, including i think that supervisor, and a couple punks who were harassing a woman. Then i met a couple ladies who were vampires and tried my luck getting a date. They lead me on for a while then they revealed they were actually gay haha tricked me yeah, fun, thanks.

So i fucked around climbing all the buildings, scaring the shit out of drunk students for a while, the cops couldnt even begin to look for someone who was a werewolf so nobody could do anything about it... then i must have woken up.

[TD1]

So, my vague recollection of last night's dream goes as follows:

I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep, and worrying about getting published. I believed myself to be a complete and utter failure at the whole writing business; I hadn't even finished writing one book yet! Then I realised the book (which non-dream me is still in the process of writing) was finished and I was starting on my second. I just needed to shoot it off to a few publishers and see what happened.

It was actually fairly relaxing exploring the possible routes for publishing, even if it was only a dream

[Enemy post]

I had Superman's powers, but was inexperienced with them to the point of struggling to even briefly fly. The actual "plot" of the dream involved repeated unsuccessful attempts to read one of the library's copies of Harry Potter from home based on a bet with my dad.

[Kagus]

I was half-asleep and my dreams apparently seemed to recognize and appreciate this fact, and incorporated my remaining partial control of my body into the dream. I was in some sort of video game dream, and going through a series of individual challenges where I needed to ride a horse a certain distance/speed, throw a ball over a bar, or other such noteworthy athletic pursuits.

The controls for performing my objective changed with every challenge, but mostly consisted of either scratching my left armpit or rubbing my face into the sheet. So I'd be put on the spot, with a trial to reach the finish line within the time limit, and I'm furiously scratching my armpit in order to run faster.

My brain really cooks up some zingers sometimes.

[Rolan7]

I was hiking with some friends in another country.  I think we climbed a hill, and had to cross a busy highway.  It sounds symbolic but I think it was actually just a fun thing I like doing IRL, heh.  The hiking and chatting, I mean.

Later we were chilling at a cafe.  I was staring out corner windows at a savannah, except the bamboo blinds were closed.  I was amazed at the little octagons of colored light that were peeking through.  I was able to focus on them and study their imperfections, as if I was looking at a photograph instead of reality.

The coffee was nice too!  Pleasant dream.

[Rolan7]

Metal Gear Solid 6 had some mobile/AR gameplay elements.  So at one point I'm skidding a cement truck into a military base at night, bluffing to the guards that I totally work there.

Later I'm in a field studying the stars.  There's a mission-critical message in how they're arranged.

Towards the end I'm at a friend's apartment, and they've got a couple of little (AR holographic) robo-pals.  They look sorta like XCOM 2's gremlins, but with a chaotic steampunk appearance, and an uncanny suggestion of mouths and eyes.  They'd be kinda creepy, but last night I reread a big Questionable Content story arc about the benevolent companion AIs.

[Loud Whispers]

Dreamed I was sailing on a steamship through a misty sea, with my only companion being a Hapsburg Emperor with a massive chin. We were evading detection by numerous larger sailships, each brimming to the teeth with pirates. Our steamship quietly paddled through the dark, ever worried that our shiny metal hull would easily reflect any of the beam lights being cast towards us. Neither of us was exactly aware why we were searched for, only that it would be better to not be found.

Emerging from the dark after two nights of sailing, during which the Chin Emperor and I took turns to sleep or steer the helm, the journey grew calmer, the weather pleasanter and the pirates nowhere to be found - the lack of wind worked to their detriment and to our favour, and made the day altogether rather pleasant. Charles the Hapsburg Emperor mused that calm days usually preceded stormy nights, which I agreed, but said there was no need to jynx it - merely prepare for the worst and pray for the mediocre. We spent the afternoon fishing with breadcrumbs, and were delighted to catch a big tuna, which was very delicious.

Amidst a stormy night I was awoken by Charles to find dead ahead of us was the end of the world. I laughed remarking that after all this time, the flat earthers were correct. Uttering such words, we were attacked by scylla, who rocked the hole ship and whose searching heads roamed for any open windows with which to snatch us through with its vicious jaws. As it is, it only escaped with our tuna, but after a brief minute reprieve was back for more. With scylla behind us, we endeavoured to sail across the end of the world, which terminated in a vast and seemingly fathomless waterfall. We figured if we were already dead we might as well die looking at the ends of the world, and there was even a tiny glimmer of hope that we would survive the fall. A tiny one though.

As we went full steam ahead scylla turned back before the edge, once the current caught us we accelerated even further, racing towards the end. Holding onto the rails and each other for dear life, we crossed over the end and... Our ship's prow shot into the sky in one majestic leap, before crashing down on the ocean in a brilliant display of spray. Behind us poured a stream of dark ocean water from a stormy night, ahead of us bright blue placid waters in a clear sky. Slowing our engines down to appreciate what had just occurred, we realised we had not crossed the end of the world. We had crossed an edge of the world, and the world was in fact more like a cuboid, or pyramid-like structure. Celebrating our triumphant discovery, we set off to find land in this strange corner of the world, excitingly doing our best to chart where we were - but the north star was nowhere in sight, and we realised the stars were all different. Nevertheless we recorded our bearings and sights, whether above or below water, setting off for land to see.

[Telgin]

I dreamed I was aboard an AT-AT, but there was a xenomorph aboard too.  Strangely, the AT-AT was the size of an aircraft carrier, judging by how large its interior was, and there were also techpriests from 40K aboard.

This was one of those dreams where I knew things mysteriously without seeing them.  I never saw the xenomorph, nor even that it had or was killing anyone, but I somehow knew it was aboard.  I was also in a strangely third person state and not truly present aboard the walker.

Very strange.

[Loud Whispers]

The start of the dream followed an opening ceremony of an auditorium, only it was the Spongebob sweet victory rendition. From there the dream turned to a dream of a protagonist going through the hotel - I was distinctly not the protagonist but following the protagonist, occasionally offering directions or criticism from the background (including one jarring moment where the dream was tense and severe, yet I was in the background offering criticism regarding the main lead's poor imitation of Key and Peele's comedy. I somehow annoyed myself in my own dream). In this hotel our protagonist opens one of the door and accidentally stumbles into a hotel room with four people in bed, clearly in the afterglow of a foursome, one of whom being a Hapsburg Archduke. Our protagonist apologises for intruding before noticing that indeed one of them is a Hapsburg Archduke, and questions what they're doing in this timeline and in this hotel; the Archduke says nothing, but one of the four instead comments that it's safer in this timeline than it was back then for the Hapsburgs. Our protagonist briefly steps forwards to notice a bottle of Japanese gin sitting in the sun on the windowsill, and chastises the revelers for storing it in the sun (I commented on how much we were getting paid for product placement, evidently this was a dream as a film).

Satisfied, our protagonist goes off to work in a marine biology job, remarking that they were lucky to get the job considering there were 20,000 applicants for 5 roles. They go diving down in the ocean with some seriously snazzy scuba gear, going well below 80m, eventually reaching a sick 400m where bioluminescent plateaus of corals hinted at far greater things below far greater depths. That's when they're all attacked by fish people who nearly tear everyone apart, but fortunately everyone manages to release their weights and do an incredibly painful emergency ascent faster than the fish people can follow them. Everyone nearly dies but after a pleasant day of excruciating pain recovering from flesh wounds or super bends, a scientist with big white hair comes in and she alarms everyone by pointing out they were accidentally exposed to fish people substances. Our protagonist is naturally livid arguing that you can't accidentally experiment on a large group of people with potentially lethal substances but alas, the scientist insists she is sincere, and they didn't expect there to be fishmen - the objective was explicitly to study the ocean floor, not get attacked by fishmen. She holds up a vial of clear liquid which is attracted to fishmen substance, the higher the concentration the higher the attraction of the liquid. She holds it up to the various affected divers but whispers "oh no" when it reaches the protagonist, who dodges her ineffective attempts at hiding her dismay by snatching the vial and observing its reaction to him. It splurgs out all over the place indicating super high fishmen substance concentration.

Protagonist asks scientist what this means, at which point scientist is all "dunno lol, I'm not sure why you're alive so I'm guessing you're terminally ill ~(o.O)~"
Enraged but still a marine biologist at heart, protagonist grabs a sword and in a preparation montage, sharpens it to go explore the depths regardless of the consequences, figuring at least this way their death would be meaningful. At this point they're intercepted by men in black, who reveal they are part of a secret government agency who regularly sends death row convicts to the depths of the trench to find out what's going on. As he's the only one who knows what's down there and has VOLUNTEERED to go down there, they ask if he's willing to lead the team of murderous convicts into the depths.

Naturally he says yes. They go down the depths in a submersible and avoid disturbing the local fishmen in a tense scene full of comedy which ends when the tone shifts and one of the convicts nearly gets them all killed by accelerating into a weird giant centipede fish buried in the sand, resulting in their summary execution. Realising morale is at an all time low, the protagonist ascends shocking the men in black, as the team briefly go to land to pick up nandos. After the men in black complain every minute spent above water is $750,000 wasted, the protagonist responds by saying they're just getting takeaway and shouldn't be too long. Before I got to see this riveting plot development concluded, my friend called me in the morning, waking me up


*The night after I had two dreams. In the first, Wei Yan (a general from Shu-Han, ancient China) was teaching Liu Shan (a child heir to the Imperial throne and generally regarded as incompetent by history) life lessons through swordsmanship. Wei Yan was trying to teach Liu Shan a basic strike, but Liu Shan kept getting it wrong. Growing frustrated, Liu Shan kept trying harder and kept getting worse and worse at it. Wei Yan stops Liu Shan and tells him to stop, slow down and breath. He takes Liu Shan to the armoury where he asks the armourer for a misforged, brittle sword for a demonstration.

Taking the sword, he motions to Liu Shan and strikes an armoured dummy with it, the sword shattering in half. He then draws his own sword and does the same strike, cutting through the dummy. He asks Liu Shan why his sword is stronger than the first. Liu Shan responds by answering, "because it's Wei Yan's sword." Wei Yan shakes his head and says no. "The first sword tried too hard to be strong, and so it shattered. My sword is stronger because it can bend." At this Wei Yan demonstrates by bending his sword, which returns to its original shape once Wei Yan stops flexing it.

Liu Bei (father to Liu Shan) walks in and tells Wei Yan he is needed in the army camps, and Wei Yan salutes Liu Bei before walking off. Liu Bei tells Liu Shan to keep practicing before leaving.


The next dream involved me praying at a temple, culminating in a monk asking me to meditate there until I see the lion in the picture. The picture has a sun with a face on it, some flowers and grass, and altogether looks like a very childish drawing. I sit there pouring over every detail for hours and hours, unable to see anything close to resembling a lion. Eventually the monk returns and asks if I have seen the lion, and I respond saying I have not. They reverse the painting showing the white canvas at its back, and looking closer I see all the indentations caused by the mark of the pencil and brush have created the faint outlines of the lion. Only when not searching intently for it could I stand back far enough to clearly see it.


*EDITX2
Today's dream I was at a party, everyone was dressed formally and it was like a ball - but everyone conducted themselves as if it was a casual party. Myself and a group of my friends sat at a table where a bewitching lady was handing out what tasted like plum vodka, but the dream ended early here because I was awoken by the sound of a relative's cat I'm currently looking after trying to eat some of my prized plants

[pisskop]

I just had the craziest dream this morning.  I don't know if it was a dream or a daydream because I was obviously awake enough to realize that I was asleep.

I had a dream that I was on a cliff face and listening to what when lullaby of all things, and it was describing the story of some guy who saved the girl from falling off the cliff, and how they looked into each other's eyes, and there was a little melody played in the background. There's just a sweetest little thing, and I woke gasping for air.

I don't know. I just kind of touched me in a certain spot. I don't know what to think about it. What do you guys think?

[Loud Whispers]

gib mor deets
What did the song say, sound like? What was at the bottom of the cliff, stone or sea? What did the air smell like? What did the two look like? What was your perspective amidst all this, did you see the story or just hear it whilst on the cliff face? Could you yourself get down from the cliff face? Where did you sit, stand or climb by it? When you felt emotional, what emotions were they? Nostalgia with fondness, bittersweetness, joy or sublimity? Just some questions

[Yoink]

I just had a strange dream which at first made me feel almost... joyful, but now I'm kind of freaking out because it felt like it had to mean something but I have no idea what.
Yes, I know that's silly and superstitious, but it's just before 5am and my mind may not be functioning too rationally.
Um, anyway.

Spoiler: Dream (click to show/hide)

Not sure what was going on earlier in the dream, but the part I remember began with someone - possibly my mother or the mother of whatever character the dream followed - criticising a small selection of comics I/we had open to sorta preview pages, either on a rack or some sort of screen.
Her issue was supposedly with the artwork, which she described quite unfavourably. This seemed a little unfair to me - one of those comics was Calvin and Hobbes, which I felt sure she would appreciate if she gave it a chance!

Then, I don't know if I started reading an issue or just thinking about it, but the dream started showing me a scene from the comic. Funnily enough, from what I remember, the little preview at the start looked like the comic really does, but the version of Calvin I saw now (again, it might have started off normal and rapidly changed) was rather different indeed.

It was kind of more like Calvin and Hobbes as imagined by Jhonen Vasquez or something, but with all sorts of bright vibrant and surreal colours, like the backgrounds were painted or something.
Calvin, now having (I'm pretty sure) dark hair and a different coloured shirt, was in a park or possibly his backyard. His mother was there, she might have been telling him off or trying to get him to stop something, but before long some... I don't know, entity appeared, that was familiar to Calvin but not his mother.
The thing looked terrifying in aspect, like some sort of giant fuzzy creature, a vaguely-defined mass resembling a fly but the size of a bull, with the head of a cartoonish, blue-purple fly but a pair of vicious mandibles akin to an ants.

Calvin's mother understandably freaked out upon seeing this (I think he may have been showing it to her intentionally? It was something he'd encountered before, probably many times) and her panic only worsened when her precious child began playing with this thing.
By "playing", I mean it appeared to maul him most unpleasantly, but Calvin was somehow unhurt and in fact enjoyed this mauling a great deal, something he tried without much success to convince his terrified mother of.

She rushed back and forth trying to separate them, frightened out of her wits. The comic detailed and exaggerated her anguish most viscerally, as she screamed a large variety of words such as "please no! No!" and possibly "let him go!"
At one point the creature even bit Calvin on the head with its mandibles and lifted him from the ground before shaking him like a chew toy. He apparently felt an immensely pleasurable sensation from this, oddly enough.

Eventually the dream sort of shifted (I feel like there had been a lot more going on than I can remember, such as textual narration, fascinating images depicting just what was happening to Calvin and how it affected him, and possibly even sound/animation), away from the perspective of reading/watching a comic and into something more like first-person, in Calvin's perspective as this strange... occurrence continued happening to him. There was definitely narration now, in a deep and dramatic male voice.
I don't remember much of what I saw through his perspective, but I believe he/we/I began to levitate from whatever this force was, unable now to really even talk to Calvin's mother as it overtook us.
We were feeling all sorts of things, and the narrator said "he began to feel a sensation of growth that he had not felt in years"* as this powerful rushing, vibrating sensation pervaded our being.
We felt our body, the arms especially, being gently but firmly pulled apart, as though pulled by magnets, our body vibrating strongly all the while. It was not an overly unpleasant sensation, but not exactly nice either - it was kind of overwhelming, feeling like something we needed to surrender to and let carry us lest it shake us into pieces. Our limbs were sort of guided to fit this vaguely circular shape, and I almost fancied there was some black hoop of foam-covered plastic there that we began to clutch onto, and then it seemed we were barrelling through the cosmos, still rushing-vibrating intensely.
We felt the need to pull our arms and legs away from the positions they were assigned to, briefly, pushing through the pressure and vibrations to dance a little bit of a jig here and there, despite the immense forces that seemed to be trying to keep us where we were. It was most enjoyable.

Then, I'm not entirely sure what happened (think I'm forgetting more as we go, here) but I'm guessing I finished reading** that comic - possibly reconsidering my earlier opinion that my mother would like the comic, considering the frightening themes contained within - and it was late at night and people were going to bed. The place I was in looked like where I live IRL, but my room belonged to my mum - who really lives two states away to the north - and mine was elsewhere in the house.
I said a quick goodnight to her as she went in there (the house was already dark, probably as dark as it actually is right now) and asked if I should close the back door and leave the outside light on, since I'd just noticed they were open and on, respectively. She confirmed this, and as I walked off (presumably to shut the door before heading to bed myself) I remembered, through the dream, that I had been meaning to call her yesterday.

I think that occurrence made me wake up, but I'm not sure - I  believe I briefly returned to that feeling of "rushing vibration", or at least tried to, but again perhaps that happened before this scene? Or maybe it was after, because I do seem to remember waking up slowly as I tried to recreate/re-enter said state of intensity, with varied results - as well as wondering whether I actually wanted to return to it or not. It was, as I've said, intense, and in the end I think I backed off from it and woke up more fully.

Tl;dr: reading what began as an ordinary Calvin & Hobbes comic takes a strange turn as a rather Jhonen Vasquez-esque Calvin introduces his terrified mother to some horrifying insectoid beast that looks to be either from his sick mind or the Void itself, which promptly begins to gruesomely maul him in a somehow enjoyable way before he is dragged off on an intense, spiritual journey through a technicolour cosmos.

Spoiler: Various, rambly musings about the dream (click to show/hide)

...Wow. Anyway, at first after waking up I felt really excited and overjoyed by that experience, particularly the weird cosmic vibrations and "sensation of growth" part. It occurred to my sleepy mind that I had perhaps indeed felt the actual sensation of growth, as my sleeping body redistributed itself according to the nutrients I'd put into it and the exercise I've put it through. It was a good feeling, as though I'd felt myself growing stronger, and that may have been part of the reason why I wanted to return to that state.

Then, though, other possibilities occurred to me. It could have just been an oddly benign version of those nightmares I often get when resetting my sleep schedule, even though I had gone to bed a couple of hours late before this - those often end with a much briefer jolt of a similar feeling, usually as my dream self is somehow killed.
Or, perhaps, this strange and intense dream was somehow the product of my wearisome current health issues, primarily my gingivitis and the vague pain in my jaw that may-or-may-not involve wisdom teeth? Maybe my body was sending warning signals as it finally gives up the ghost?
Finally, a third, more worrying idea occurred to me - perhaps something had happened to mum? I had been meant to call her, after all, and she hadn't tried calling me - also, the main reason I'd been planning to call her was because she had planned on going to see a doctor yesterday.
Naturally, my panicky, half-asleep mind began running through all sorts of superstitious ideas (perhaps a psychic pulse had been sent my way as some sort of distress signal, prompting the weird sensation in the dream?) and I basically began to panic. Whoops.
Now, mi madre is something of a night owl, moreso than I am at times, so despite the ridiculous hour I sent her a text asking if she was awake and apologising for forgetting to call. I had to do something to try and assuage my ludicrous fears. It's not like a text would be likely to wake her up if she wasn't already.

What a relief, she replied! And, get this, apparently she had just waken up from a weird, disturbing dream of her own. Huh.
It will be interesting to find out what it was about later on, see if there were any similarities between these dreams.


Another interesting point is that, well, that intense rushing feeling, that I'm pretty sure I've felt in dreams before, but never so prolonged? In hindsight, that feeling (when stretched out for a period of time rather than a momentary jolt) bore quite a strong resemblance to, well, a very strong body high.
Coupled with the obvious psychedelic aspects of the dream's content (I mean, bizarro surrealist Calvin getting chewed on and thrown around by some gruesome, dreamt-up insect monster of love before being plunged into some crazy, vibrating journey through the cosmos that looked like someone threw a bunch of plasticine and gel pens through a blender? C'mon), it seems a lot like a helluva trip.
When you consider that DMT is supposedly, according to my shamefully limited knowledge on the subject, a chemical our brain produces in small doses for dreaming, well... it's interesting food for thought, at least.

Right now, though, I need some actual food - I'm hungry af all of a sudden after all this frenzied typing.
I don't know if this crazy-ass dream was a psychic communication, an acid flashback or simply my brain being its gloriously fucked-up self or what, but I kinda like the idea that if I made it back into that "state of growth" I felt I could have developed some kind of superpowers, or at least enlarged my physique through magical vibrations, haha.

I hope this post makes sense. Typed on my phone, in a hurry, and whilst half asleep, so bear with me. Time to go in search of snacks.

[TD1]

This is where a psychologist woul say  "what's your relation with your mother like?"

[scourge728]

Congratulations, you've written a creepypasta in your sleep

[Eric Blank]

Dreamt of workimg, everything was dark as if there was a power outage but my coworker was watching shit on facebook or whatever on the desk computer, and there were still customers wanting everything.

Now that i have awoken, i have to go to work, so fuck you dream.

So today i had a better dream. There was this game, and the antagonist would be this giant stone golem, wielding an enormous maul and great axe. Every round it was the players, who numbered about 24, responsibility to either defeat it, or escape off the map. The players got to choose their loadout, they had every sort of medieval fantasy gear they desired.
The map consisted of a high mountain where a castle was built halfway up its slopes (where players started), with a road leading up to it just big enough for the golem to pass. Below there was a bridge that offered a shortcut down to the forests in the valley below, the quickest route to escape by if a player chose that option. But below there were still bears, wolves, harpies and other threats that could easily pick off a player if he didnt have friends. If they did want to escape, they had to make it to the coastal road below, and make it off the map on either end. All of this terrain, buildings etc was destructible to the golem, which could even through huge boulders hundreds of yards if it wanted to kill a player. Players could rig traps for it, too, collapsing parts of the castle or terrain to injure or destroy it.
Now at game start, the players would start in the castle keep, but the golem could spawn anywhere, including inside the castle. Players would be trying to knock chunks off the golem with weapons or bait it underneath a huge, failing tower. The golem could very nearly one-hit-kill a player, or crush them with rubble or the objects you try to hide behind.
I tried to fight it a few times. Once i thought i was safely hidden in the castle toilets, but the golem just flattened everything. Next round we squished it under the tower, but like 12 knights got squished with it. Then next round i ran for the coast, and it tossed a builder that knocked the bridge out from under me. A few minutes later was the last survivor and it started coming back down the mountain, i was hobbling along on a broken leg, and i got eaten by a bear. Then me and one other survivor tried running the opposite direction, and actually made it to the edge alive.
Frankly i wish this were a real game, because it was an awesome dream.