What are your dreams about user?

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night before last, i found myself in a cave adjoining a small village. there was a monk with me in the cave, he seemed to be starving, amd i felt great sympathy for him. i noticed on a table there were small items, along with food, i wondered that maybe it was spoiled. the monk just shuffled about, wouldn't speak to me, until i offered him some meat, he took it hastily amd put it on the table, but instead of going back to shuffling, he took all the items and pushed them together into a large pile, struck a match, made a meditative noise, and set it alight. i looked in surprise at the flame, burning the food and things away, as i watched i didn't notice him leave, but i snapped back to awareness when i heard the sound of a stone door. i went deeper into the cave, finding the rock door still open, as i did, i recalled the people of the village being terrified of some sort of monster in the area, coming in the night and stealing precious things, they urged me to confer with the monk, so i found myself, looking at the back of the monk, he was gnawing at something. i heard a sniffle, a group of small dirty children huddled in the corner, as i closed in on the monk. i saw over his shoulder, a mass of pale meat still stuck to a long bone, a leg. then i woke up. i have lots of dreams.

>sitting in a room with glass floor and showers
>room is suspended on top of a city and I see workers filing below me
>I start getting aroused and I start masturbating whilst they are watching me
I don't know why but i have a lot of dreams about masturbating whilst people can see me, anybody else know this feel?

Huff... Huff... uhhn that's really hot user~

satan.. easy on the trips

>dress up like Iron Man
>fight a giant sized Alex Jones with electricity

Yeah I have dreams like that pretty regularly.

Are you a sexually frustrated masochist?

I think I'm what's called a "switch."

I had this dream not very long ago where I was starring in a bdsm porn film and for some reason we were shooting it in an empty store at the mall and in the middle of the action the walls of the store disappeared and all these mall patrons walked by staring at me with appalled looks on their faces.

Sounds like you need to spend less time on /tv/

>implying anyone is going to read all this shit

Main types of dreams for me are:

Programming, programming language theory and program design. The first differs from the others, it's sort of just programming, it feels really real but I don't remember the thing I just did 2 seconds ago while I'm in the dream. Like my brain is just naturally going through the motions of programming but not actually doing anything. It convinces me of the originality and legitimacy of the work but I can't remember what I just did and there seems to be no overall result or purpose. Though I do remember that I was doing it, I recall the gliding sensation of it too. The other two can often be enlightening and interesting, they are vastly different to the "mindless programming".

Weird esoteric shit usually involving me being extremely fearful but stoic and methodical, like as though I have to do this thing I am presented with. Usually it's some mix of a physical fight and a fight of emotion. These sorts of dreams are never very clear, I don't usually remember the details of them, likely because they swap between motives, settings and everything constantly throughout the dream. So it's hard to even pinpoint a description aside from the overall vibe.

Next up is just me running away from something and being deathly fearful. In these ones it is common for me to half wake up, mid-dream. The dream remains but I am aware of the world and I can usually move my eyelids after a brief time. I get even more fearful because I can't control my body, at least not all of it. Not even move my eyes at the start. No matter how much I panic and struggle I can't get anything more than some fingers and eye control. I have learnt to simply relax, let the dream play out and eventually I can begin moving. First my eyes, fingers and toes. Eventually my arms and neck, lastly is my legs and body as a whole. This is a wonderful moment, control finally returning and the fear subsiding. In these ones, I am usually running or escaping on some vehicle, in an open area. With some monster in close pursuit, the dream ends when I am caught and brutalised. The most recent one that I can recall was running away from very large creatures that shift between spiders and wolves, though malformed and simply evil versions of them. This took place in a very dark forest, I kept running into catches and trees, it was very painful. I lost this escape when I tripped into a creek and broke my ankle.

i have recurring dreams about having to shit in public and feeling uncomfortable about it

Does anyone often dream about planes or just flying objects in general? I get these surreal dreams with planes or trails filling up the night sky quite a lot.

I would suggest a certain Sancho chapter that might inspire you with interesting developments for these situations, but I wouldn't want to make you shit yourself in your sleep

1. Sex. I'm bisexual (leaning gay) but I have regular heterosexual sex with my gf. My dreams used to be either very straight or very gay; one was when I had sex with my 7th grade female oneitis on top of a 300 foot aircraft carrier, while some random autistic dude from class tried rapping and fell off when we hit a wave. Another was me as a girl sucking off a slightly chubby but handsome middle aged dude on a nicotine-stained couch in tighty whities; about halfway through the dream I took my panties off and he came inside me. Both are still really vivid in my head and are hot still.

2. Weird fantasy settings. One was when I was in a land of fairies off the side of a coast and there was a crystal castle that was simultaneously only a few feet tall and yet thousands of feet tall. Something hard to put into words.

3. Weird weather. I was obsessed with Tornadoes in 1st/2nd grade, it was literally all I talked about for a month or two until I found a new interest in grasshoppers or something. I have a lot of weird dreams where Tornadoes are the backdrop of the dream. Usually not even nightmarish, they sky is just mystically dark and there is a tornado touching down far in the distance. I think I have them tied to an inner sense of anxiety; I always wake up anxious; the tornado never hits me, but the fact that it is speeding towards me from miles away, growing closer, is incredibly uneasy.

4. When I was a kid I used to have bad dreams from watching Jurassic Park 1 and 2. Not really any more. But the idea of being eaten whole and alive is strangely hot to me now. Ugh. At least no more dino dreams.

5. The major nightmares I get are from being chased or frightened by wild animals. Namely bears, giant dogs and wolves, jaguars, cougars, and foxes. I have seen half a dozen rabid animals in person early in life, and my dad used to tease me when I pet the neighbor's cat that it had rabies. I've seen a raccoon approach me in broad daylight; a bat hit my dad in the head and confusedly flew off; I've seen two rabid foxes, one in a field running around in circles for 2 hours while I watched in my car, parked and off, and the other gargling foam on the side of a road; and I was playing in these storm drains once when me and some friends heard this godawful sound of a dog distant in the drain system that still is indescribably able to instill in me a sense of dread, chalk my veins with adrenaline.

Dreams about rabid animals are frequent and have caused me extreme paranoia since I entered college (I am a graduate now); to the point that for a while I had to sleep with a kitchen knife under my pillow. I'm glad this wasn't recurrent when I was a boyscout, otherwise I wouldn't have made it through one campout, let alone something like 20.

The most frightening dream I ever had had no visuals, just an audible. It was a voice that said, "I was with you all along." I knew who it was immediately. It was Our Father.

>be me in dream
>be with random coworker
>we decide to go to a department store to get models
you know the kind, little craft models of cars/ships/planes/tanks that come in hobby stores
>choose USS Arizona model, forgot what coworker chose
>spend most of dream picking out paint for the models
>we leave the store, walking through a parking garage with models.
>car pulls up to us
>well dressed man gets out
>stares straight at us as he puts a gun to his head
>pulls the trigger
>gun shoots little metal BB straight through his head
>man hesitates
>begins rapidly pulling trigger
>face disintegrates as hundreds of metal BB's fly through his head.
>coworker and I drop our models and paint and run away

I have dreams about masturbating around girls I like

I was driving my moped inside a shopping mall headbanging to some music while everyone waved a smiled like I was some celebrity. Why are you asking anyway?

holy. shit. and I thought dreams about being buried alive were extreme

I once had beautiful sex with an angel on an inner-tube in the middle of the ocean

I woke up and had apparently had a wet-dream. The first and last.

That dream gives me faith in the future, in an unexplainable way.

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David Hume

carrots

I once had a dream that I had a fireplace in my bathroom next to the toilet to keep me warm while I shat.
Aside from that the majority of my dreams are about me accidentally boiling my phone.

today i dreamt that i got my hand cut off and i tried to get home but on the flat below there was a student dorm where i met young Tom Hanks as Forrest Gum and i ended up crying in his arms about how i kept making mistakes in life despite knowing they were mistakes. i always enjoy crying in dreams

then i had to pee irl so i was looking for a bathroom but i kept seeing beautiful girls around and i got hard so i couldn't pee. this is only the ending of the dream but i would need to explain some backstory for the rest

serial killers and zombies. horrible infestations and terror and very unsubtle metaphors.
usually.

I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you.

Usually they're about some sort of personal interaction or narrative. Not a whole lot of flying/falling/ineffective dreams in the old brainpan.

If i were a bunny, my god would be a big carrot.

>in bed
>fucking generic but hot brunette.
>doin doggy
>pull out for a bit
>go back in
>dick can only get halfway hard
>like one half is hard other is soft
>decide to not let it stop me
>chop off the soft half of my dick
>continue to fuck brunette with hard half of dick

Freud would have a field day with this

That's a big carrot

I constantly have dreams about work

end my life

just finished notes from the underground tonight, that's basically this.

stopped reading at craft models, cmon man even your dreams are depressing

90% of them are about my social anxiety. One recurring theme is that my mouth is sewed and I can't speak but people around can't see it, usually my normie friends.

My dreams are often just recaps of the previous day's events. Like a highlight reel of the stuff I did. But sometimes changed slightly, and because both my actual memories and dreams are nearly identical it can sometimes take a while to figure out the off details.

Around Easter I had a ton of dreams in one night, which were just the boring stuff I did the prior days, except someone I hadn't seen in a long time was with me. It was so convincing I actually checked to see if anyone was sleeping on the couch when I woke up, because I could not tell what was dream and what was memory.

After a minute or so it dawned on me that every interaction with her in the dreams was just other memories almost photoshopped into new ones. I remembered walking my dog, and I remembered her holding my hand and resting head on my shoulder why we crossed a street. But these things actually happened months and half a country apart.

I went down the basement and found hundreds of rats eating the dead body of my dog. I realized that it was all my fault but I'm not sure why.

Anyone else have a dream world they return to often? Mine is like a well defined mythical space where I'm able to do things kind of supernaturally, like I ride a chariot without horses and can shoot arrows very far; my brother and other people who've died live there and there is a huge section that is a prison/shopping mall. I was in the prison for a while but stole a guard's uniform and escaped.

Does anyone else think who they are in their dreams is the "real" them? I mean, not in that embarrassing "i'm too chickenshit to stand by my guns so I'll fantasize that I'm really cool" kind of "real me" but actual, condensed me.

Like, in my dreams, I'm surprisingly duty before self- like this:
if I'm being chased by a monster alone, then I'll run.
If I'm with someone else, I'll run until I find a fortified position and then I'll (terrified, trembling, with a kitchen knife in hand) wait for the monster to catch up or lose us.
But if I'm in a group of people, I always take charge, hiding them away and then seeking the monsters out to keep them from finding the group.
I also do things I really don't want to do, like killing people, because I know it has to be done.

I've really SEEN myself as a duty before self kind of person, so it's... interesting?

That makes it kind of scary for me, because I do believe my dream self is who I am, but I also have regular dreams where I'm an unrepentant serial killer.

>I've never* really SEEN myself as a duty before self kind of person

I get your meme, but it was poorly executed.

For the past year i've had the most horrific dreams about failing university. Its the slow dread as i constantly fall further behind and everything i do makes it worse. Since i've graduated they've gone away.

In contrast the recent dream i had about trying to survive a zombie apocalypse in a warehouse was pretty fun, even if it did all go to shit in the end.

dreams where i have a gf and am happy
i hate waking up ;_;

Yours went away when you graduated? Lucky af, I still have dreams that I missed a final

I dreamt I got a handjob on a cruise ship by a middle aged blond woman that was taller than me. It was at night, I was wearing a suit and she beckoned me. She was very upfront about it. After the handjob I was congratulated by the classmates I had when I was thirteen.

The night before I dreamt I was at a party in a garden. The sun was shining brightly, and four long wooden tables and benches were set to have a feist. I was talking to a couple of girls, one looked swedish and they wanted me to take my shirt of. I was wearing the same suit as in my other dream.

It seems that recently I have begun to see myself as desirable to women in my dreams. I welcome this change.

I often get nightmares that I can't remember, what I do know though is that I get incredibly stressed and as a result I sweat a lot
The reason I know this is sometimes I will wake up at night and my entire bed is soaked in sweat, but it's also very cold so I can't go back to sleep

Can someone offer me some psychoanalysis or at least tell me I'm not the only one who has this problem

when i was very anxious and thought i was going insane i suffered from these terrifying violent nightmares. they eventually went away, i dunno if you have a similar thing going on

May I shelve this as a possible short story plot? With a little reworking, it could be a good thriller or fable.

Lewdness and sex, generally.

meant for

I don't actually remember what happens in these dreams, other than the fact that I slowly wake up from the discomfort of my bed being quite literally soaked in sweat
I'm really not sure what it means

I've been playing a lot of EU4 into the nights lately and I fall asleep dreaming about sending my streltsy army to Constantinople while the Ottoman army is raiding Moravia

I dream about leaving this place forever
Things would be accomplished, snideness would remove itself

one time i fell from the sky and went clean through the roof of will oldham's house.

he was very gracious about it.

too abstract too explain and varies too much to narrow down on something specific

I yesterday had a very lifelike dream, which is something that doesn't happen to me often
I was walking down my homestreet until I noticed some people from my upper secondary school, who were helping an old man walk
A girl, whose name is Ruth, flirtatiously asked me to sit down with them and I did. I recognized the old man as Dostojevski and he smiled a wide smile, though he seemed demented. Then I noticed my childhood friends parents biking towards us and I said hi, they stopped and I rose to say something to them. They asked if I had seen Kristian ever since our paths went different ways, I answered no, they said I should pay them a visit sometime and I replied that I should, I should, knowing full well I wouldn't. Dostojevski had risen up and I said that we have to help Dostojevski, but he looked at me and Ruth and walked away. Ruth asked if I'd sit for a while still but I said I was in a hurry. I ran towards the bus stop and woke up.
Any psychologists/fortune tellers here to explain this stuff? I haven't seen these people in years (Dosto never), and I have had sex dreams about Ruth before, even though I never was attracted to her

you want to steal my dreams for your sub-par lit?

ww1

Lately they've been about sex with people who aren't my gf

Yesterday I had a dream where I was angry and I wanted to break shit but I was too weak to fucking break anything.

I tried picking up this plastic bin full of rubbish but I couldn't do it. All I could do was throw it a measly metre and some rubbish just tipped out of it.

I think it means something like I am unable to express my emotions in an outward way and that my introversion is a problem or something.

sometimes I have dreams which are a huge adventures, even better than a movie. they are literally the best things I ever experienced, better than drugs.

kinda like lotr for example, but combined with locations and people from my real life. Most times I have super powers, I can fly and jump and all that shit. It feels so damn good, like anything I ever wanted.

Very rarely, I have some dreams where I feel so much sadness I start crying and I can feel my heart aching. I wake up crying and still a bit sad from all the painful experiences I had in the dream.

I had a few and wouldn't worry about it. One I had sex with my cousin, err i had sex with someone I understood as my cousin. They were Latina and I'm white so it didn't make any sense.

Also anyone have any Veeky Forumserary dreams?

Also anyone lucid dream? I've been doing a reality check amd dream journal again. I'm at least remembering dreams consistently now vs not at all but no luck on lucidity.

It can also simply be that you do not want to express anger and destruction to deal with frustration like a child, as your parents taught you and that you long for another way to express your frustrations

My dreams about nightmarish animals usually happen in places I am extremely familiar with, like a park I love, my backyard, etc.

I dunno. I had worse nightmares as a kid. One was where I was in this wooded playground but there was an empty (of people) thing nearby, which was like concrete tanks of water like 12 feet tall that all had crocodiles and alligators in them, and they were all trying to get out and rip me to pieces but I always woke up before one ever got over the top. Another was me in Pittsburgh (I visited there once when I was 3, apparently, asking my parents) and I'm walking by and some guy is walking around with no head, and I can see his esophagus pulsing in his neck hole as he tries to speak; he can't, so he just keeps walking past. I was reading a bunch of DK Anatomy books as a kid, I was really obsessed with skeletons and death as a preschooler-aged kid. I've grown a lot more squeemish since then.

I had a dream a couple weeks ago where I discussed Shakespeare with Kenneth Branagh for like three hours, shit was tight.

usually something important to me.

I woke up in a hotel room of some kind. I opened a door and it was my host's living room while I was in Japan, except Bill Murray was on the couch. My host asked if I had come in because I knew Bill Murray was there, I said no and that I didn't really care for Bill Murray anyway. Bill nodded, pleased. That was where I woke up.

My dreams are great. It's always many different characters from real life and/or media. The situations are all over the place. Rarely nightmares.

Floating islands, Terraria within 3D space, nazi laboratories, locations dear to me smashed together, castles, a small spacecraft out in deep space.

A week or two back I woke up early, and decided to watch some television. The channel was playing Mike Tyson Mysteries. The show had a scene consisting of a character offering lollipops. I was slipping in and out of sleep and had a dream about some old dude standing on top of a rooftop and a bag with two tennage girls making out and the man angrily saying "I wanted lollipops, not hard candy."

Being able to go into my bathroom, lock the door, turn on the shower (but don't go in), strip naked and lay on a towel and just be by myself either reading or doing other things.

Sometimes I get vast, very intricate and populated cityscapes that I can explore. They might as well exist in the real world since they're so well planned out.

Also I get telekinesis, forgot that part

That is on the assumption that my lit is sub-par.

Butters actually leaving this board alone. She always fucks up good threads. Need a way for the masses on here to shut down pathetic name posters like her.

I slept in too long today, had a few fucked up dreams that had no connection whatsoever but were all really unnerving in a way.

The biggest, longest segment had to do with Jews in Egypt or somesuch (I know next to nothing about this part of history, never cared for it).

Anyway, I was standing as an Egyptian guard with a bunch or other people and watched as a Pharaoh mutilated/killed a baby in front of some nondescript Jewish man.

And then the other part I remember was my dog, who has been dead for almost a year now, encased in a mural on a ceiling, he looks filthy, disheveled, of course, dead.

I miss my dog..

I had a dream about shooting down a Mig-29 once.

I have a lot of dreams about my dead dog too.

He died about 3 years ago. Often I'll dream he returns from the dead and I am overcome with joy. Then later in the same dream he dies again, and I go through the pain of losing him all over again and it hurts no less than it did the first time.

A song for this feel: youtube.com/watch?v=au7S3VxC2Sg

Shit, and I thought I was over all this by now...

well, you ARE on Veeky Forums, aren't you?

Yes, but not to beg for critiques or whine about how much of a failure I am at writing a novel, because I have confidence in writing well. If I don't write the story well, I won't use it.

I'm just fuckin with you, m8. I don't mind.

I dream of the future. Nine times out of ten it happens exactly as my dream.

I have a lot of dreams about following my past lovers or having chance encounters with them. I also have lots of dreams about fighting.

Can anyone interpret these for me?

I should say that my dreams that concern fights are about lesser combatants challenging me, and me reluctantly accepting their challenge and then winning.

That's common when
You are a neet

I have a lot of eye horror dreams.
Once had a dream that my eye whites drain out of my eye, leaving just the iris and pupil on the glass like eyeball. The whites dripped down my cheek, looking like half cooked egg whites. It was awful.

I get a lot of those kinds of dreams, a lot of body horror (though it's not always my body).

The night before last, I dreamt about some kind of ghost woman haunting my house and me and my family trying the hardest to exorcise her from it.

For some reason the ghost couldn't harm us directly, just do annoying shit like putting chairs at the bottom of stairs and stopping the vacuum mid-cleaning.

No worries. I could tell you weren't serious, but its sometimes hard to be sure when you're on a site like Veeky Forums. Thanks!

I used to record my dreams, which would in turn enhance their vividity to an absolute peak: I was shifting from dream to reality seamlessly, and upon waking up, I felt as if no time had passed and I had stepped foot straight from whatever whimsical fairytale I had been living during the night.
Upon waking this morning, i can barely scrounge a few dregs of what must have been an otherwise spirited experience.

anxiety
incompetence
failure
loss

I have many, many dreams about my ex-wife, usually trying to avoid being seen by her, occasionally as if we were still together
Last night in one of my dreams a female friend I haven't seen for a long time was there. I saw her and avoided her, thinking she hadn't seen me, but then a minute later she found me. It was a very happy reunion, but I woke up both sad and relieved that nothing ever developed with her irl
And I'll still have the occasional dream of totally botching a class, despite being out of school for a good while