Dream thread

Alrighty flood, time for a dream thread.

Post your dreams/nightmares and any recurring themes for fun.

One thing I've noticed a lot about all of my dreams is that damn near every single one is related to school somehow <_<
Even the zombie apocalypse ones.

I had quite the odd one last night too; it was a mix of a skyrim dungeon, a scouts trip, a school fair and a formula 1 track that was running through the middle of everything.

.-.

The other night I had a dream where I took Hawkgirl out on a date and then my god damn alarm woke me up.

I was pissed.

I don't really have dreams 

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Had a TF2 dream last night. No fucking clue what it was about.

one time i dreamed i was a judge and i convicted a guy guilty of having a weird fetish

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A dream about my dad

Something about cooking

one time i dreamed i was a judge and i convicted a guy guilty of having a weird fetish

Gee I wonder what could have inspired that dream <_<

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I dreamt I was king. I wasn't particularly good at, so shit got bad.

Usually when I dream, it relates to power. The outcome of said power can go either way, 50/50 good/bad dream ending.

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

i dont dream very often, anymore. the last one i remember though was... general displeasure about circumstances in my life. waking up with the feeling of "oh yeah, real nice. i cant even do that in my dreams".

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

Ach mein gott .-.

You seem to have some... unpleasant dreams... to say the least .-.

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

Ach mein gott .-.

You seem to have some... unpleasant dreams... to say the least .-.

I have some good ones, it's just the bad ones that are the most memorable and fun to tell. I've convinced my friends that if I could remember all the details from my dreams that I would be an artistic master and great at horror stories.

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

Ach mein gott .-.

You seem to have some... unpleasant dreams... to say the least .-.

I have some good ones, it's just the bad ones that are the most memorable and fun to tell. I've convinced my friends that if I could remember all the details from my dreams that I would be an artistic master and great at horror stories.

Indeed .-.

The most recent dream I remember, came out of a nightmare. Nightmare I had in the hospital while I was up and recovering. I remember extremely little about my dreams, and really, maybe once, or twice in a year, I remember one vividly. Anywho, this one was vivid enough that I used it as a location in one of my stories.

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

Ach mein gott .-.

You seem to have some... unpleasant dreams... to say the least .-.

I have some good ones, it's just the bad ones that are the most memorable and fun to tell. I've convinced my friends that if I could remember all the details from my dreams that I would be an artistic master and great at horror stories.

Indeed .-.

I can still vaguely remember all the amazingly beautiful alien fish that I'll never be able to remember detailed enough to draw. They were like nothing I've ever seen, but I can't really remember how.

Damn my dream consciousness for being better than my real-life consciousness in just about every way imaginable.

The most recent dream I remember, came out of a nightmare. Nightmare I had in the hospital while I was up and recovering. I remember extremely little about my dreams, and really, maybe once, or twice in a year, I remember one vividly. Anywho, this one was vivid enough that I used it as a location in one of my stories.

:l

Well at least something good came of it then.

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

Ach mein gott .-.

You seem to have some... unpleasant dreams... to say the least .-.

I have some good ones, it's just the bad ones that are the most memorable and fun to tell. I've convinced my friends that if I could remember all the details from my dreams that I would be an artistic master and great at horror stories.

Indeed .-.

I can still vaguely remember all the amazingly beautiful alien fish that I'll never be able to remember detailed enough to draw. They were like nothing I've ever seen, but I can't really remember how.

Damn my dream consciousness for being better than my real-life consciousness in just about every way imaginable.

I really hate that :l
When you can see such vivid and creative things in your sleep but as you wake up they slowly decay from memory. Well I couldn't draw them anyway lol but it's frustrating nonetheless.

The most recent dream I remember, came out of a nightmare. Nightmare I had in the hospital while I was up and recovering. I remember extremely little about my dreams, and really, maybe once, or twice in a year, I remember one vividly. Anywho, this one was vivid enough that I used it as a location in one of my stories.

:l

Well at least something good came of it then.

Top shelf. The location in the story matches the dream. This is a fucking place you don't want to set foot in. But, a year or so back, I did have another dream, of which I used the location in a story as well. It featured a scientific anomaly, frozen lightening. Special particles in the air that allowed lightening to arc out, but the planet was so cold that the lightening froze as water vapor when its brief heat melted ice in the air.

Other than that, that's all I gots.

One time I had a dream where I was in an endless black void, and some guy was getting fucking beat to death by some guy/thing with a tomahawk/axe. A bunch of water and some blood gushed out of his face at the end when the axe got embedded into his face when he was on the ground.

I have had my intestines ripped out and eaten by goblins and one time I yelled at my mom and sister for arguing while I was trying to sleep as a kid and they came in and did the same to me, good times.

My dad also used to eat me sometimes.

The world would sometimes fold and curve into the sky dumping me into the lake where I'd be eaten by sharks. Sometimes I would be driving and crash into the lake and be eaten by sharks.

I once had to fight in a boxing ring against some giant furry blue monster in my bedroom.

Normally there'd be a monster under my bed making it impossible for me to leave the room, although a few times I jumped through the door and far enough into the hallway to safety.

One time I got to meet 3 dudes that claimed they were the basis for all the monsters I've ever faced in my nightmares. Enlightening and weird.

Disembodied heads in my blankets. Not for a second.

Darth Maul was outside in the garden once. I don't remember it, but my mom professes I cried to her about it for a day.

Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers would also commonly invade my school or house.

I also was killed by a Necromorph stabbing me through the heart, then time rewinded and I punched the shit out of it. I was then being chased by a couple hundred regular ones and some 60 feet tall ones. Very good

There was some Omen like shit a couple months back I can't remember too well now, but in the dream I remembered the hotel/building I was in for some reason.

Airsoft guns don't work as well as real guns, I learned this the hard way.

Having my friend spaze out on an elevator with no rails while lost in some facility, and he pulled me off and I got to experience what it feels like to fall to your death. I didn't like it.

A Xenomorph was in bedroom and tried to kill me, I ran outside and we became friends and he told me he'd use a machine to wake me up. Pretty cool guy.

Can remember being shot like 50 times by .22 rifles, was very disturbing.

Got to watch my dad murder my mom and run off with her body and my imaginary younger sister when I got out of the car to try and help he drove off. I then sat down on the pavement and cried horribly wondering what to do next. Then I woke up. That was really fucking awkward and traumatic. Please never again.

Ach mein gott .-.

You seem to have some... unpleasant dreams... to say the least .-.

I have some good ones, it's just the bad ones that are the most memorable and fun to tell. I've convinced my friends that if I could remember all the details from my dreams that I would be an artistic master and great at horror stories.

Indeed .-.

I can still vaguely remember all the amazingly beautiful alien fish that I'll never be able to remember detailed enough to draw. They were like nothing I've ever seen, but I can't really remember how.

Damn my dream consciousness for being better than my real-life consciousness in just about every way imaginable.

I really hate that :l
When you can see such vivid and creative things in your sleep but as you wake up they slowly decay from memory. Well I couldn't draw them anyway lol but it's frustrating nonetheless.

But you can remember it all as soon as you go back to sleep. Yet, you don't always think to remember it.

Cool dream got stuck in my head

Sterile white hallway when I was looking directly at the end [blackness faaaar down the road]

As I'd turn my head away from the end of the hallway the hallway would get wider and rounder, and the "blackness" was actually emanating light [I assume it was, I saw something bright at the corner of my eyes]

Basically I sat there in awe, and then I woke up

Psy, as our residential Psychologist you must find the answer to why the fuck can't I be like how I'm asleep when I'm awake. Become legend™

There was one time i was in school, and all the fucking cheer leaders came to me thinking i'm some kind of god, they wouldn't stop following me, i find that to be one of the best dreams i ever had.

Psy, as our residential Psychologist you must find the answer to why the fuck can't I be like how I'm asleep when I'm awake. Become legend™

If it wasn't 5am, I could probably answer this to a decent standard <_<

The rough ramble = your brain doesn't let you dream whilst you are awake in the same manner because it causes all kinds of problems with processing sensory input.

So if you started to dream whilst 'conscious' and weren't sleep-paralysed you would probably end up injuring yourself or others as your body carries out the actions that your brain 'thinks' is necessary.

i.e defending yourself from a zombie in a dream would = battering the shit out of someone infront of you <_<

This is quite the shitty explanation, but if you axe me again in the morning/afternoon I'll try and come up with something properly <_<

I think for the sake of fun, I'm going to describe the spoopy place from my nightmare.

It rests in a desert, filled with ancient ruins, buried under sand. It stands out to any who live there, and all who live there, know it as The Shard. It's a dark, jagged rock formation that looks like a thorn. Dark, imposing rock that's unsettling to those who look at it, and imposing.

The closer one gets to the shard, the more the sand starts to dissappear and smaller jagged formations of the same dark stony material show up. The sand blows over the shard, and either through erosion or something else, the shard is carved with passageways.

Some are dead ends. Others lead through it for miles, connecting to more maze like passages. Some actually go deeper into the shard, going beneath the sand. But the real threat is inside. When close to the shard, or inside, it starts to warp reality.

A person inside of it will suddenly find themselves in other places, other times. And they become invested in these fake constructs. But always, in every one, a scenario plays out. The people in every apparition are dead. They appear alive, but they're hollow. Dead emotionless eyes. And smiles. Smiles and laughter that that sounds out when the person invested in the construct is in trouble.

It starts slowly at first, a bump, or a push, an argument. And then it gets violent. In these apparitions, the shard warps the mind of the traveler, and they come under attack from these dead occupants, who all act, laugh, and stare in unison.

The longer you stay, the more the shard twists things, and the very rock above you seems to veer down over you, trying to trap you. You become invested in the construct, and then reality shatters as the occupants turn on you, laugh at you with dead eyes and hollow smiles, and then attack you, in increasing bouts of insanity.

Point is, people who go into the shard, don't come back out.

Psy, as our residential Psychologist you must find the answer to why the fuck can't I be like how I'm asleep when I'm awake. Become legend™

If it wasn't 5am, I could probably answer this to a decent standard <_<

The rough ramble = your brain doesn't let you dream whilst you are awake in the same manner because it causes all kinds of problems with processing sensory input.

So if you started to dream whilst 'conscious' and weren't sleep-paralysed you would probably end up injuring yourself or others as your body carries out the actions that your brain 'thinks' is necessary.

i.e defending yourself from a zombie in a dream would = battering the shit out of someone infront of you <_<

This is quite the shitty explanation, but if you axe me again in the morning/afternoon I'll try and come up with something properly <_<

I'll ask later, but now I can't help but try to imagine what your body would try and do when your dreaming that you're flying while being awake.

Oh, how could I forget those weird-ass dreams I had just after my surgery last year. I can't remember the specifics, but they were shockingly realistic, more like hallucinations than dreams. This one "dream" made me wake up freaking out and pissing in the bed. Not fun when the slightest movement caused my back to hurt. After I dropped some of the painkillers that were supposedly the cause of it, the "dreams" became less unnerving and more...lucid. At one point, it was like I was half awake and half asleep, aware of my position in reality and my dream at the same time. I'm positive it had something to do with my pain. Odd, but it was nice since I had control of my dreams. Eventually, I lost this lucid dreaming ability after the pain began to subside. I miss it sometimes.

I think for the sake of fun, I'm going to describe the spoopy place from my nightmare.

It rests in a desert, filled with ancient ruins, buried under sand. It stands out to any who live there, and all who live there, know it as The Shard. It's a dark, jagged rock formation that looks like a thorn. Dark, imposing rock that's unsettling to those who look at it, and imposing.

The closer one gets to the shard, the more the sand starts to dissappear and smaller jagged formations of the same dark stony material show up. The sand blows over the shard, and either through erosion or something else, the shard is carved with passageways.

Some are dead ends. Others lead through it for miles, connecting to more maze like passages. Some actually go deeper into the shard, going beneath the sand. But the real threat is inside. When close to the shard, or inside, it starts to warp reality.

A person inside of it will suddenly find themselves in other places, other times. And they become invested in these fake constructs. But always, in every one, a scenario plays out. The people in every apparition are dead. They appear alive, but they're hollow. Dead emotionless eyes. And smiles. Smiles and laughter that that sounds out when the person invested in the construct is in trouble.

It starts slowly at first, a bump, or a push, an argument. And then it gets violent. In these apparitions, the shard warps the mind of the traveler, and they come under attack from these dead occupants, who all act, laugh, and stare in unison.

The longer you stay, the more the shard twists things, and the very rock above you seems to veer down over you, trying to trap you. You become invested in the construct, and then reality shatters as the occupants turn on you, laugh at you with dead eyes and hollow smiles, and then attack you, in increasing bouts of insanity.

Point is, people who go into the shard, don't come back out.

I can't imagine that being a pleasant dream .-.
Thanks for sharing though, it's very vivid >.>