Dream Thread 2.0

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

You son of a bitch...

sorry not sorry

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

You son of a bitch...

sorry not sorry

Your boatfu will sink and your waifu is a whore.

One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.

As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.

Sheit son, sleep paralysis has happened maybe twice to me. First time was pretty much the standard account. Second time my head was turned, so instead of seeing anything I just felt the presence on my chest, which then felt like it was pulling me upwards, like a fucking alien abduction for a few moments before I recovered.

It's amazing how the brain makes it seem so real. I'd wager a lot of paranormal sightings are actually just a fabrication of things like sleep paralysis.

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

You son of a bitch...

sorry not sorry

Your boatfu will sink and your waifu is a whore.

Poi will never sink and Gilles did nothing wrong.

I had a few dreams about my friends and families that get really messed up. I'll post some if you want >_>


And my nightmares are just weird as hell, lots of which involve my family :/

Oh deer.

Well if you don't mind a good old family picnic being interrupted by a combine harvester then please do post them e.e

But it's quite understandable if you'd rather not >_>

One of my nightmares, I was forced to eat somebody >_> (Metal gear eat your heart out)
Like, that one I woke up crying, apparently.

I've also had a few with my family and I running from some crazy guy, who, always kills me at the end.

Some creepy looking guy with a mask, no clown or like wolf looking thing, just I dunno i dont remember my dreams.



BUUUT Most of my good dreams I'm always eating

I don't have nightmares

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

You son of a bitch...

sorry not sorry

Your boatfu will sink and your waifu is a whore.

Poi will never sink and Gilles did nothing wrong.

Savo will happen and Gilles was French.

I had a few dreams about my friends and families that get really messed up. I'll post some if you want >_>


And my nightmares are just weird as hell, lots of which involve my family :/

Oh deer.

Well if you don't mind a good old family picnic being interrupted by a combine harvester then please do post them e.e

But it's quite understandable if you'd rather not >_>

One of my nightmares, I was forced to eat somebody >_> (Metal gear eat your heart out)
Like, that one I woke up crying, apparently.

I also woke up crying from one of those.
I'd bitten my cheek to shreds in the carnage ;-;

I've also had a few with my family and I running from some crazy guy, who, always kills me at the end.

Flip that around and I've been in one of those.

Some creepy looking guy with a mask, no clown or like wolf looking thing, just I dunno i dont remember my dreams.

I don't have nightmares

Neither do I

e.e

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

You son of a bitch...

sorry not sorry

Your boatfu will sink and your waifu is a whore.

Poi will never sink and Gilles did nothing wrong.

Savo will happen and Gilles was French.

It will never happen

and he might have been born in what is now france, but he was a Breton. That's the closest you can get to being a bong without being born here.

I don't remember the last nightmare I had.

The closest thing was my dream from the other night.

Two drunk people came into my dorm room and started to have sex on my roommates bed while he was gone home for the weekend.

I suffer from sleep paralysis regularly.

It doesn't freak me out like it use to, but it'll never not be unnerving.

Well, it's not really gore filled or anything like that, but it's one of the only dreams I can remember that scared me a shit ton.

Spoiler

When i was little I thought about "judgement day", y'know the christian end of the world (my family is christian so I knew about this stuff, and since I was little I thought the judgement day stuff was fucking scary as hell, anyway.) It basically went like:

I was walking around my house and looking for my mom because I was scared for no reason, I probably sensed some bad shit was going down, and when I went outside everything was red and across the street instead of the park there was this big building and I went inside it. I remember my mom was in there with some random people (surprisingly my brother wasn't in this dream at all) I was freaking out because everything was red, then some bad stuff happened like monsters (my brother read me a lot of creepypasta when I was little e.e) and since I was little I was scared shitless, but for some reason my mom decided to fuck off and just disappear out of thin air, then I ran back home and went into my room and locked my door, then I found my dog that was dead for some reason, then I woke up. It went somethign like that, but it was pretty scary at the time and it may be one reason why I'm overprotective of my family/ maybe it was because of my overprotective-ness etc etc.

Terrible story, I know

I've only been remembering my dreams recently >.>

i think it has something to do with my anti depressants or something

BUT ANYWAY

I haven't had many nightmares, but there was this really weird one that used to freak me out, and it wasn't even something actually scary, it was also recurring, but I haven't had it since I was a kid

It was like this weird grid made of white circles, and objects would form out of this grid, and speed up and ram into each other, and I don't even know why or how it frightened me, it just freaked me out so much

Hardly remember my dreams. But, I had one that stood out this year. It was about an old friend of mine. I knew her as a kid, but when my family moved across provinces, that was it. But I've always had a lingering sort of regret about her. She was probably one of the best friends I ever had.

The dream wasn't anything complicated. But I guess I bumped into my friend somewhere, and for some reason, even after all the years, I recognized her instantly. At which point the two of us continued to talk and basically play catch up for about 15 years worth of missed time.

I remember talking with her like it was nothing. There was no gap in time at all. I remember feeling expressly happy through the entire thing.

Then I woke up and realized that such a thing never occurred and my day was off to a "good" start.

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

never had a gory dream

i don't plan on it either

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

Go on...

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

Go on...

But that's all I remember. I don't even know if the people I'm killing pissed me off or if I just felt the urge and carried it out.

It was p shitty tbh

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

ooh

sooooo badass

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

ooh

sooooo badass

Not really, I always wake up scared half-to-death.

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

Go on...

But that's all I remember. I don't even know if the people I'm killing pissed me off or if I just felt the urge and carried it out.

I'll just pretend it's the later.

Thanks babe.

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

ooh

sooooo badass

Not really, I always wake up scared half-to-death.

just the way you described it

it was just kind of... okay, lol

Most of my gory dreams involve me choking and stabbing people to death. People always hear something happening, and I start getting anxious that I'm going to get caught. As soon as I'm sure someone has found me out, I always wake up.

That's uh...

Am I ever in them?

I don't remember any faces. Just the feeling of a crushed windpipe, the jolt of steel meeting flesh, and the anxiety of being discovered in the act of the kill.

ooh

sooooo badass

Not really, I always wake up scared half-to-death.

just the way you described it

it was just kind of... okay, lol

That's because Das was asking for fap material

I've posted the worst nightmares I've had before. However, I have been waking up and finding indentations in my palms from all the time my hands have spent clenched up. Which is generally a sign that I've had a bad nightmare.

So, I guess I've just been forgetting all the good ones as of late.

She knows me too well...

>he comes back twenty minutes later

uh, ew

space it out, you fuck

i don't need to know the exact intervals of your fap sessions