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I dreamt that I was looking out my window with my family as the moon, red-tinged and giant, appeared above and slowly set. But then, it came back up from below the horizon, going the other way. Then it reversed, and so on and so forth. Each time, it got a little smaller and more 'broken', 'bloody', like it was tectonically active. As it went back and forth across the sky I realised it was approaching, but no one seemed to be worried so I stayed quiet. I woke up with my heart pounding when it came hurtling past us and I heard the sound of crashing.

Funny thing was, I didn't realise it was a dream at all, probably because there was nothing out of the ordinary about how terrified I felt - also how I felt I needed to stayed quiet. Like, that's anxiety. Feeling frightened - no less than if a celestial object was rapidly approaching Earth - and learning to discount yourself and say nothing. It's cool I have my dreams to psychoanalyse me rather than the other way round

I've had other dreams where celestial objects get smaller as they get closer and more dangerous, even where I've witnessed their approach from my own window, dunno what that's about.

I dreamt that Shrooblord sent me a PM regarding his RPG topic.
As a side note he wrote that he had donated a tremendous amount of Tings to my account, because I made an ironic response to one of Master's statements.
Wow, what a dream

Also, I've been having a lot of lucid dreams lately, which actually, I don't mind at all.

Sounds like wishful thinking as a much as a dream

Jewish Candy wrote:I've had other dreams where celestial objects get smaller as they get closer and more dangerous, even where I've witnessed their approach from my own window, dunno what that's about.

Well, obviously they're increasing in density as they collapse into a black hole that will surely swallow everything. Terrifying!

So I dreamed this morning about funny things, like university assignments I never heard about until now (ie the end of the semester). But it culminated in a serial killer gaining entry to my house. This isn't the first time I've had a dream like that and, come to think of it, I think the last time it was also at the beginning of "summer holidays". (Actually I don't have summer holidays yet, since there are still exams in a few weeks, but try telling that to my subconscious )

Well that escalated What a nasty association for your subconscious to have.

Imco wrote:I dreamt that Shrooblord sent me a PM regarding his RPG topic.

It's coming. I'm busy and every day I write another little bit for it in preparation for the PMs. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Shrooblord wrote:

Imco wrote:I dreamt that Shrooblord sent me a PM regarding his RPG topic.

It's coming. I'm busy and every day I write another little bit for it in preparation for the PMs. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Haha I don't mind, it's actually what I dreamt though xD

I was running through a long dark hallway but it was a hallway without the end. I had a feeling that something or someone been chasing me the whole time.

I was destroyed the all jihadists in world and save the peace in the earth.

I had a dream recently where someone was trying to kill me...

I was on a school trip to a reastraunt and everyone was acting nervous and uncomfortable, mumbling at each other and looking at me as if they had been told a secret or where hiding something from me.
Suddenly an overweight guy with curly black hair leaned over my shoulder and started shiftily talking to my friend Cameron on the opposite side of the table, who seemed very uncomfortable and nervous to see him.
I saw him slyly take a needle and inject what I could only guess was poison into the pancake I was eating.
Suddenly my DT teacher, who as supervising us (me especially it seemed), told us all to leave and whispered something into another adult's ear before they walked off and followed the overweight guy.
When we went outside I tried talking to some friends but they all just seemed quiet and nervous too, not saying much to my story of the poison and remarks on the strange atmosphere.
Then, from the middle of the road, a small car (very small, about as big as those red and yellow cars that toddles sit in and roll around) came accelerating towards me. I jumped on top of it as it nearly hit me, and ran off back into the building. I saw a hispanic man and a caucasian lady run through some double doors as if chasing someone and I followed them, to which they said I was not supposed to be there and I should get back outside to my teacher.
I went outside and everyone had gone but a couple of my friends. The street was empty apart from us and a few men in black suits that surrounded us from a distance.
My friend's brother showed up and let me and the rest of us have a ride back to a house (our home I guess), and me and my friends entered the house (we lived alone in one house in this dream it seemed). Suddenly the dream cut to the view of my friend Will, who's view of the house changed.
It suddenly changed to a dark, gloomy alternate version of the house and me and my other friend, Elliot, had disappeared. Will (and I, spectating as the dreamer) somehow knew that it was some sort of manifestation of my deep mind. He cried out "Elliot? Dante?" But none of us where there, it was just him, alone (or so it seemed).
In the rooms were my memories, all bad and gloomy memories from my past (none of which were my actual real memories but whatever). Will eventually found a room that was supposed to be the bathroom but insted had that incredibly creepy guy inside (the same guy from a creepypasta that I can't remember the name of, the image of him is here though I don't recommend looking at it) and he lurched toward Will.
Then I woke up.

Heck ! Thate guy...

mmmh wait :

Good to see you again incognito.

Thank you comrade.

I was dreamed I've killed BenLaden.
Hating Harpic the (durak/is a russian word)

My last dream.

A mad psycho killer (qu'est ce que c'est ?) was in the town and wanted to kill me.

He begun to kill a freind's mother, and the police was accusing me to be the murder.
And everyone started to think I was a mad killer.

Soon after, I returned at home and I was woked by screams, woman screams.
He was in my living room, torturing a woman with a razer.

He saw me, he killed the girl and started to chase me.

I locked myself in my room and he came with a shotgun.

Than I saw Chewbacca in my room. And suddenly I realized that my room was the prison cell in Jabba's palace.

the guy broke the door with a shot and started to walk in my direction.

And I saw his face, it was Pavel from Metro Last light.

He shot Chewbacca and he left, leaving two cadavers in my house.

I woked up at 5 am and I slept again.

The dream has a second part but is not linked to the first part.

My last dream was in these random streets and it was nearly the end of the day. It was a sunset sky, but strangely enough, the sky looked purple and orange instead of that pink and orange I always see in sunsets. Anyways, it was an empty street and I was standing in the middle of it. I turned to the left side of the road and in front of me, there is this giant tree with not a single leaf on it. I came up to it and all of a sudden, this big owl (And I mean big. About as big as me.) flew quickly on the closest branch to the ground. It was black and it had green eyes and it was staring at me with its head quickly tilting side to side. It began to hoot like like any other owl I've heard and suddenly, it leaned its head right in front of me as if it wanted to thrust my nose or something with it's beak. I didn't budge an inch though. I just continued to stare at it. After about ten seconds of staring at this owl, it flew on a the highest branch of the tree this time.

Before I could a closer look at it, there was a whole group of people with nothing but black cloaks on them and they began to swarm the tree like a bunch of tourists looking at an animal they have never seen before. They were chattering something weird. It wasn't english (rather sounded like gibberish.) and some sounded ridiculously high pitched while others sounded a little more normal. They were strangely amused with this owl and they crowded closer and closer to the tree. I just stood back amused by the strange folk who were looking at that owl. Suddenly, before I could get up closer to say anything, I gasped quickly and poof. There I was in my bed. There ends my dream.

(Strangely enough, I have to say a dream I had earlier than this had to do with a big owl as well. Makes me wonder what goes on in my mind.)

Second part :

My favorite childhood toy, a fluffy rabbit, (kinda damaged today but still ok) begun to be alive, and independent, and I realized he was cloned, he was good as new (the clone) and he was thinking in a different way, he was... weird.
He had a sordid smile and strange eyes, he looked like "the marionettist's dummy".
We spent some time the original the clone and I and he seemed to be evil.

Suddenly he teleported in another dimension, I was in my second house, but from my window I could see a warehouse.

The colors of that dimension had more contrast, everything was blue and red.

The warehouse begun to burn, and I heard a demonic laugh.

He was looking at me

I was now trapped in hell.

And I woked up.

Sometimes, im wondering if my mental health is O.K.

Hmm, I've been having quite detailed dreams lately. I'll try to write down yesterday's and today's dreams.

So yesterday...
It all started when I woke up, I went downstairs, had brbreakfast, when I found this red 3DS XL laying on the table, nezlxt to my own. Big difference was that this one was wrapped in bubble plastic. So, anyway, I decided to unwrap it, not knowing where it came from. It had a similar plastic case as mine, although this one had a circlular hole in the middle. It also had one of those cover stickers on the back. I can't quite remember what it was, but I remember it had something to do with music.
Not knowing whose it was, I decided to ask my father. He didn't seem to know either. I called over a friend and the epic quest to find out whose 3DS this was started.
First thing we decided to do was start it. We tried to look up the name of the nintendo ID linked to it on Google and Facebook, but to no success. Then something interesting happened. The 3DS showed a screen that a friend of the owner was playing illegally online with a flashcard and that he'd be banned from the servers in thirty seconds of he didn't quit the software. It showed it as an animation of a mii, walking into some building with a timer somewhere on the screen. Anyway, before the thirty seconds were up, the mii left the building and all was well.
That scene didn't come back in the dream though. Anyway, I noticed the sticker on the back once again, but this time I had some sort of epiphany. I vaguely rremembered part of it. Then I remembered. I'd had some sort of prom at school the day before and for some reason many people had taken their 3DSes with them. I remember walking over a balcony and to a table where to people were sitting. Both of them were quite goofy, but they both seemed to have quite similar interests as me. Anyway, since I had a couple of ddrinks that night I must have ended up taking the 3DS with me that night, although that still doesn't explain why it was wrapped in bubble plastic.
So, now I finally knew whose it was, I decided to find those guys. But since I had to go to work, I decided to take it with me. After a while the guys walked right in the store. I recognized them, but they didn't seem to recognize me.
I walked up to them and asked whose 3DS it was, in English, for some reason, although they were both Dutch. The one in the wheelchair, apparently he was in a wheelchair now, claimed back his 3DS and we had a small conversation. That's when I woke up.

I'll edit in last night's dream later, when I have access to my laptop, since I've been writing this from my phone.

I had a dream where I was in my school, and suddenly a big plane crashed near the school.
And i was teleported to my house but my room was empty. And I just woke up.

I completely forgot to edit in the dream, anyway, here it is.

So, I was in my room, sitting behind my computer, like I so often do when suddenly I feel something creep beneath my feet.
First I thought it was my cat, I mean, what I felt was soft and we still do own a cat.
Anyway, I didn't mind it and I went to bed. On my bed was the culprit whatsoever, a small little dog, missing its lower jaw and missing one leg.
It wasn't nasty though, it was quite cute, and it kind of resembled a stuffed animal.
So anyway, apparently I could see dead animal ghosts. I remember my father telling me he used to have a small white dog when he was younger. (fun fact: he didn't, it was just in my dream for some reason)
So anyway, I asked him whether it could have been his dog I saw, but he didn't know for sure. He told me to go dig up the dog's body. So I went to my grandpa, apparently that's where the dog was buried. I didn't dig it up though, since he told me my father just took it with him (for whatever reason.)
Anyway, I went back, and there it was, on the closet, a white dog, with 4 legs and a completely normal mouth. But he was dead.

That's when I woke up.