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[Magmacube_tr]

I was on some alien planet. It was like the moon, white regolith and bare rock, but I knew it was some different place.

Where I was standing, was a gigantic pit, with sheer walls filled with chaotic, yet smooth ledges and overhangs, and with a floor covered in uneven boulders. It was lightened up like it was noon.

I remember feeling lost. Like, as if I was far, far away from home, in a way that also screamed finality, like I would never make it back. It was a really intense feeling, it felt really good and exciting, yet so somber.

I looked up to see the sky, filled with many stars... And then there is a cut. I know dream went on after that point, but I don't remember anything. Then I woke up.

[Rolan7]

Wish I could remember this dream better.  It started with me going through my first home yet again.  I knew I was dreaming and I was annoyed but rushed up the stairs and to my parents bedroom, expecting to see a monster.  But, no.  There was something in the bed, but I don't think it was a person.  Cats?  Something pleasant.  Exploring, I left out the window and somehow into the barn, which was an Escher-esque maze of ancient wood and farm equipment.  Like how it seemed as a bored child.
That's when the real dream began.  I emerged in a future society, solarpunk.  Capitalism had crumbled and everywhere had small socialist communes which lived in and on living trees.  There was a legend that plant-aliens had visited and taught us to work with nature, and then mostly left.  Autistic people were able to link their minds with trees and pilot them like slow mecha.

New aliens were arriving soon, though.  An astronomer had spotted their ship a few days out.  An elder, in communication with the plant-aliens and a greater defense confederation of anarcho-socialist planets, was trying to explain the approaching aliens society to us without panicking us.  They didn't have social welfare, and they had capitalism, and they had ownership of aliens for labor.  Something so bizarre had to be explained in stages, while the community mobilized defenses.

Being partially gifted, I couldn't pilot a tree but I could be friends with the pilots ("treants") and commune well enough to repair and augment.  I was a biotechnician and provided social services to the warriors

[Yoink]

I was playing what seemed like Tarkov but I had a gun that very much resembled the Mauler pistol from Perfect Dark, just full-auto. I almost solo'd a squad with it despite not having used it before, before being picked off by the last surviving member as I desperately tried to ambush him with a melee attack. Oh well, it was sick.   

[hector13]

Long time no see, Banjo

[Rolan7]

Yeah, heya Yoink

I wrote down more details but in short:  I was in a museum/shrine to Web 3.0, run by Facebook, which went through a notable inaccurate "history" of its evolution and its "benefits" to humanity.  At the end the shrine-imagery was particularly on the nose as they had our tour group lie face-down before little smart terminals and think up three questions that Facebook might deign to answer.  I wanted to keep my nose down (hehe) but people expected me to answer, and were confused that I didn't want to.  So I asked the terminal a snarky, frustrated question along the lines of "What actual benefit to humanity justifies this utter integration with our entire online lives?"

My mom was very upset with me on the return trip '

[Eric Blank]

Today I dreamt about how I had purchased a bucket of powdered strychnine, ostensibly to poison wild boars. It tasted like bitter, sour, artificial sweetener, because the powder gets everywhere including my mouth of course. I spent the whole dream worried I'd fuck up and poison somebody accidentally because I forgot to label the bucket, and wasnt sure how to only target the boars. Then went to my parents place and they handed me the bucket with some cookies in it with dinner. I decided I had to throw away the cookies because it was too difficult to get it off the cookies.

[Great Order]

I'm really confused about why I keep smoking in my dreams. It's some bizarre, constant recurring theme in them and I don't know why. Its not like I'm craving them, I've smoked weed once in my life and that's it, and that was after this became a recurring theme.

[Frumple]

there's a freud joke there i'm trying really, really hard to only reference, not actually make
_{^{but it is as hard as that hypothetical cigar ahahaha}}

[zhijinghaofromchina]

A lot of cats filled my dream, they licked my face and meowed at me happily , however there were too many cats that gradually became a flood and blocked my mouth, I couldn’t breathe and awaked suddenly.

[Magmacube_tr]

Other peoples dreams:

A lot of cats filled my dream, they licked my face and meowed at me happily , however there were too many cats that gradually became a flood and blocked my mouth, I couldn’t breathe and awaked suddenly.

My dreams:

[Eric Blank]

I only remember parts of my dream last night. The earliest I think was something about trying to drive up a hill but the old jeep I had couldn't quite make it, so I literally had to push it up the hill while it was in drive. It wasn't a particularly steep hill, but it needed that extra push to move forward. The car was small and light as a feather somehow. There was a gas station at the top that I had to push the car through. Then there was... looking at videos posted online about somebody complaining about light polution in their "rural area" less than a mile from the edge of a small city. And then there was helping my friend get his pet dimetrodon through a convenience store for some reason. It had to be led with food, preferably raw meat, couldn't be blindfolded to calm it, but was ignoring other people anyway.

[Great Order]

Some weird dream involving having to traverse an (non-euclidean, in true dream fashion) office block, getting from floor to floor and everything. It was simultaneously a game and a fight for my life, and it involved F1nnster which is weird since I've never watched them and only know them by reputation and the occasional image appearing on Reddit.

[Akura]

A bizarre enough one for me to remember. I was in the backyard, and my parents had decided to give me a gun as a gift for some reason. It was a revolver, and it looked like it was made of 3d-printed parts. It was surprisingly large and hefty. The bullets were of small caliber, and the gun could an abnormally large number of rounds. I think 12, but certainly more than 6. I don't know how that's physically possible, anyways. I also noticed that the bullets used black gunpowder instead of the modern stuff. Possibly because black powder has far less power, and less likely to explode the gun, being mostly made of 3d-printed plastic, but that's just conjecture from after I woke up.

I remember my parents saying something that pissed me off, so I left the gun and went inside and then woke up. I was laying in bed for awhile when I remembered something, and managed to go back to sleep enough to have more lucid control. I went back outside, where it seemed some kind of party had started; there were little kids running around everywhere. This of course, pissed me off even more. I found that my parents had moved the gun, but I easily found it. I went back inside with it, making sure to keep my fingers out of the trigger well. For some reason, I ran into one of my more irritating coworkers, I don't know why he was there. I ignored whatever he had to say, went to a nearby table, opened the cylinder of the gun and ejected every bullet. I then inspected each chamber to make sure it was empty, then showed it to my coworker for him to inspect the chambers. Then I started to disassemble the gun as best I could before waking up.


I generally don't like guns.