/hob/ - Hobbies

I'm in a bible study class. Nobody wants to study. I turn around and see this man in glasses, writing something on a notepad. A first sentence of a novel, which I find it's very interesting. The teacher comes to check what's going on and I tell her this writing is what's all about, how interesting it is and that we should be studying that instead.
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We're are inside a house when an earthquake starts happening. I want to go an adjacent room because it's "the only room with a window". There's a small, bright and beige corridor to get there but both its doors are locked. We kick the door but it won't budge. It happens again, we're in the same corridor but this time instead of trying to bring the door down kicking it close to lock, I push the door's upperpart and it bends like a thin sheet of brass. As we get through, I can see the window. There's a wonderful view outside. An old few stores building surrounded by a green and purple flora. A silent wind causes the leaves do shake.
We get down through a pipe on the wall, even though the earthquake is gone.

I had one of those nightmares again where I'm back in high school except it's the current 20 years older me, a 35 year old somehow getting forced back into public school among a bunch of zoomers. The feeling of walking down those halls after so long is always the same combination of nostalgia and social anxiety. Eventually (always before class starts) the terror becomes too great, I leave and drop out again like I did irl. Then nightmare ends.

I'm some sort of school, I'm sitting on a long green bench. We're trying to subscribe to courses through the computer but I can't quite read what I have to do and where to click. Some succubus says we only have 30 seconds left to subscribe to the courses we want and I know there won't be enough time. Time runs out by the time I can actually hit the submit button. It's too late. She says now I'll have to wait to do it at another time. Later I'm walking around the same place. There's a tree which broke the walls of a brick and mortar structure and it's growing through the wreck. I grab one of its brenches and find out I can push to any direction, as if the tree is made of rubber. When I release the branch snaps back into place. I can feel the brench feels hollow.
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Long wood boards comes into place, forming a uniform, beautiful floor. Then more boards of the same type comes floating into place to form a second square floor.

I'm in some store parking lot, sitting on a makeshift bed made of cardboard. It's dusk. There's a succubus from my school days in there with me and we're about to have sex. I'm naked. She already has her legs open when spider webs, oddly thick, long and tinged with a faint yellow, starts to ooze out of my penis and getting caught around my genital area. I touch it, some of these threads are a quarter inch think and look very unnatural. They are quite sticky like real spider webs. A small band of children approaches, one of them is armed with a shotgun bigger than himself, with the barrel coming out of the inside of his coat. They look criminal and ask me for some change, claiming to be hungry. I can feel some coins in my hand and I shake them. They leave before I give it to them.
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It's almost night time now and some people are congregating on the center of the parking lot. There's someone interviewing one of the people standing there, a succubus. She has an old fashioned red office-like blazer jacket one and a skirt of them same color. The interviewer asks something about finances and she responds that she's indeed very rich, making 70k a year. I feel embarrassed for her to be saying that, as I don't consider that amount to be enough to say you're very rich.
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A bundle of papers, they all seem to contain reports of violence across the globe. Under one of the graphics it says "Those who are not violent should behave like the people who are violent."

I'm going up on a long, narrow, igneous rock colored stairs. And yet when I walk, it's a different place, a cement ramp in a dim, humid and enclosed area. There's a large and well lit room, with a long, dark wood bench. There's a sewing machine ad the end of this bench and I seem to believe it suppose to be storing a great deal of information, as if it was a computer. I think this shouldn't fall into the floor and as soon as I have that thought, the bench loses one its legs, tilting left, making the machine slip and fall into the floor. I clench my teeth and look away as it drops into the floor. I expect it to be broken but in fact it's still intact, or at least none of its parts went loose and broke out of it.
I approach the fallen bench, it's very bright and the light blinds my peripheral vision. Under the bench, I can see the part where you sit is made of two long sheets of wood attached together. The one at the bottom came lose. There's a sentence carved on it. I can't remember what it says. As I pick it up it sways and it looks like it's about to break in two. I manage to put back together and the sewing machine is back in place but the bench leg still missing, it still tilts. I grab the bench and lean it against the wall. This seems to work.

dreamed my sister was dying because her ex was traveling to a fantasy universe and using sorcery to kill her. then unrelated my dad tells me he us dying within 24 days due to pneumonia, and we are having the funeral and burial at home. then my mom was going to die from stomach cancer. pretty shitty dream i gotta say

Many bits and pieces todays, let's see if I manage to recall it all.

A huge, rectangular poster hangs on a beige wall in a subway station. It's taller than it is wider. The first upper half has a scene of students throwing hundreds, maybe thousands of books though the window. At the top is says mid year break 2020 or something like that. The scenes plays in my mind where I can watch middle school students coming in a wave to the window, throwing all their books away and the books burst from the windows like water in a overflowing dam.
The bottom half of the poster takes place in the exact same spot. Same second store window, same garden at the bottom, but this time it's just a few students, maybe even just one, throwing a computer instead of books. It says 2021. It's a old computer, like one of those where the crt monitor would go on top of an horizontal tower.
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I'm walking around this subway station when a colleague from my school days spots me and comes towards me. He doesn't say hello, he just kind of shows up. He's very thin, much thinner than I remember him to be and tell him so, he agrees. I ask if he's still making music and he responds with a number of gestures and perhaps words that though not completely clear makes me assume he quit. He says he's been dancing now, which I think it explains why he's so thin.
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I'm running around the subway station now. It's not a station at all, there are extensive areas with couches and pillows where people just sit around doing nothing. Large, steep stairs connects those areas. I'm running, sometimes jumping from one pair of stairs to the other, though I'm not sure why I'm doing this. I have a black backpack with me, and something alerts me that I lost my phone. I hear an old watch alarm and assume it's my phone. I run, jumping more stairs, until I reach a group of people. Some succubus has my phone in her hands but it looks different from what the phone should be. It's a very old model, those nokia phones and it's all lit, making noises. I can clearly see its greenish, square screen.
I take another flight of stairs towards the exit, and there's a group of people with me I've never seen before. A succubus keeps saying I should join the party, to which I respond I'm a 20th century person, while they're 21th century people (this answer seems to be to be a proper one because it's related to the poster at the beginning for some reason). She says she has a boyfriend, changing the subject of the conversation. I'm walking towards the exit and all around me vision there's a purple smoke, covering the corners of evertyhing.

My dream recall rate has suffered from heavy cannabis use, it's the one effect I truly dislike. But, I still get some. Here are some recent ones and snatches I remember.
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I'm in the basement laundry room of my childhood home. I'm my age now (I think? I did not get the impression of being a kid) and I see a little pale succubus with very blond hair in a little white dress staring at me. I sensed pure ill coming from it, I "dream-knew" it was a demon or evil entity. I grew angry with it and demanded it tell me what and who it was, and leave. The "little succubus" floated towards the stairs and yelled up them "Mom!", and to my horror and disgust the voice of my own mother from childhood answered her back with a "Yes sweetite" like this was her own child. I was utterly enraged by this in the dream, that this demon had tricked my mother like this. I grabbed it and pulled it hard back into the laundry room and started to choke it as hard as I could. I remember feeling my fingers get sore from how hard they were trying to dig into its neck. Meanwhile, it tried to grip and claw my arm, but was unable to cause me any pain. She never stopped coldly smiling the whole time. I woke up in the middle of doing this.
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I'm in a barn, at the top of some stairs. I have an old rifle in my hands, pointed down at a doorway. To the side of the doorway stands another armed man. We are waiting for someone, or something. Suddenly, as if I was dreaming in the dream, the scene changes: I'm suddenly at the top of a hill, behind a rock, below me are woods I have the sense of knowing I just left. I have some kind of rifle still but it's a modern assault rifle. A few uniformed soldiers head up the hill behind me on a path while I stay there. I shoot down into the trees in bursts, in an opening then closing then opening spread pattern; I feel very angry and I want to stay there. Suddenly I hear a yell that compels me to turn. An armed uniformed man tells me something along the lines of "Come on. This is the wrong choice. Stay here and you get left behind." Dream me agrees moves from position, following him up the hill. Many other soldiers are walking up the hill ahead of me, mostly in a line. We turn a corner at the top of the hill and there is a wide level space. where lots of weapons and boxes of magazines and things were laid out. I understood immediately this was ours, a cache of ours. I remember grabbing a clip, not liking the mechanism and throwing it back, then grabbing another one and checking it before putting it into a cargo pocket. Then I grab another and put it in another pocket, and move on. I remember my dream self-thinking as I walked from that place down into some other woods on the other side of the hill "I should have checked that one too" and "I hope my damn phone isn't broken". I walked on into the woods following the ragged line of marching men, with some behind me as well. One comes up to me and starts casually talking; I can't remember any of what was said, just that it was extremely mundane shooting of the shit, something about clips, had a very "smalltalk while bored at work" feel. I remember I said "Heh yeah" to something then woke up.

This dream I posted about before in a crawl thread. I have never had a dream that felt so much like I was literally looking in on somebody elses life or memories from their eyes, rather than dreaming my own dream, in my life. I still have this impression. I cannot put into words the nature of the quality which marks it as distinct from how regular dreams "feel"

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I'm in my childhood home, up in the kitchen, but everything is muted colors and high contrast, dark is very dark, light is very light. I'm standing there, for some reason, with three men. Can only barely make out features, they are darkened. They stand in a triangle around me. Two beside me are thinner and not distinct, but the guy in front of me literally looks like John Goodman with a beard. Suddenly he brings out a black rag from somewhere, and while the other two hold my arms he tries to shove it in my mouth to choke/gag me with it. I manage to fight off the choking attempt somehow and I wake up as soon as the cloth is out of my face
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I'm in my childhood home. I'm in my parent's bedroom looking out the window onto what was out backyard. The woods in the back are bare, all the grass is gone and is just dirt, and I say out loud "what did they do to this place?" Then something vaguely about actually going out into the yard and discovering concrete staircase in the wall outside leading down to a sub-ground door that is and never was a real feature of the house. Inside the door was a weird double-backing staircase leading to some kind of upstairs that was somehow not my house, but all I remember is that these stairs were made out of random pieces of scrap wood and were all different sizes and types and cuts and colors.

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Most recent, but only a scrap: something wearing black turns and rushes at me. It's humanoid and its head is orange, but it's just like big orange lumps in very loose suggestion of facial features, like a grotesque swelling. I woke up when it came face to face with me. I remember thinking, lying awake in bed, that it was strange that I wasn't spooked by this at all, since dreams about things with weird faces coming at me used to be real nighmarish to me when I was younger.

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Cool thread. I'll add more if I get more/remember more/feel like detailing some old but distinct ones later. My childhood home features prominently in many of my dreams in one form or another. I think simply because it is a place I sorely miss and feel was unceremoniously taken from me. I have even dreamed once simply that I was there again, and that this, which details of melted away, was really just the dream. I was so depressed upon waking to find the reverse was true I actually wept.

>>53930
>She says she has a boyfriend,

Even in the dreams of Wizards succubi will drop "I have a boyfriend" in response to unrelated things said to them. Top kek.

A frozen lake and white trees around it, though it feels very summery, with a warm light. I'm on my knees writing down on a large piece of paper. I'm using modelling clay to form the letters. My brother, sister and mother are there, talking about who should inherit the house. My brother says since all houses are occupied they're useless and he doesn't want any part of it. My mother complains that my brother will ignore other people's problems, and only talk to you if you're not sick, and if you're sick, he disappears. She says this from another place altogether, maybe a white room, a place with large windows where a morning light shines through. I say that we should just follow the rules and I'll make a sign to settle things. I start writing words laying this wet, greenish clay on top of the paper. It's some sort of legal document.

From last night was two kind of vague scraps
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There's something in a cardboard tube, like a packaging, it's sealed. The type of thing certain objects (rolled paper/poster maybe) would be stored in for mail transport, although it was very short. All I remember about it besides is that: I had it in my possession, it caused me anxiety because I felt I had to get it somewhere but wasn't sure how, and it had something to do with Germany, but I cannot remember if it was meant to go there, or came from there.

The only other thing I remember is seeing my small beard in a mirror cut very short and poorly done so it was patchy, and it annoyed me. I woke up soon after that and touched my face because for a second I was unsure.

That I had to follow a guy and keep my thumb blocking his asshole at all times, cuz fart gas would cause an explosion if it leaks

The setting was like post apocalyptic underground waterways, and me and the guy were on a dangerous rescue mission

Can vaguely remember it tho

I'm with my brother at an anime convention. It doesn't have that many people and it feels more like the inside of a shopping mall rather than a convention center. We're going around, looking at the products on the shelves, but nothing seems to be of our interest. Most of the shelves look like library ones, filled with bland looking books, binded in a white, plain cover. The floor is carpeted. We reach the end of the hall where the cashiers are and I tell him we should take another round just to make sure we didn't miss any good stuff. I have the impression we won't be going to another event anytime soon and we should enjoy this one. He agrees but it's obvious he's very tired and would rather go home at this point. As I'm walking around a second time, I notice there are some tables and benches, some close to the walls and windows. There are people seated there, eating junk food. As I look at them I realize I know several of those people, they're my former teachers from my school days and some recognize me. I think we say hello to each other. I tell my brother that many people attending this event are teachers. Some are sitting in pairs, wearing old polo shirts and shorts.
As we move towards the exit to leave I stop at a corner where there's a selection of small toys. One in particular looks very cute. It's one of those tamagotchi toys, but it's shaped like a small Kulilin that move its shoulders up and down. Instead of a monsters you take care of a Kulilin in this one. I check the price, it's $9.50. I don't know if I should take it or not because even though it's a cute idea it's pretty much just trash you don't need. Finally I decide it's not worth it and we leave.
We go to the car but I sit on a large board on skateboard wheels attached to the outside of the passenger's sit, instead of just sitting inside the car. I make sure to be holding to the passenger's seat belt so not to be left behind when the car starts moving. Apparently my brother went back or got lost because he's nowhere to be seen. As we pass a couple of blocks we find him walking around. As he spots us he moves towards the car. The street is filled with trash, gift wrappers and whatnot.
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I'm in large room with tall and narrow windows. The students sit around a large long table. On the blackboard, someone is pressing glass cups against it, creating circles of light. The whole board is covered with them, and soon there are floating light circles in the air, flickering in many colors, like glow sticks. I look up and can see light distortions and balls of flickering, bright colors.
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A white line across legumes that helps you decide or test something important (?)

Had a dream last night that I was playing a Futurama video game. It was an automation building/crafting game (think Factorio) with many different planets, each with different characteristics. Top-down perspective, graphics looked like Flash, deep mechanics. I spent most of the time on a planet that resembled Zoidberg's homeworld. It was pretty fun, but then a text message woke me up and I was unable to resume the dream.

When I was younger, I suspected that dreams were seeing through the eyes of a version of yourself in a parallel universe. Lucky bastard gets an awesome Futurama game in his timeline, while we get Corona and murder-hornets.

It's a bright day and a man is making a mold of a brick. He has the wood mold in his hands, and every color is faded under the bright, cool light of the day. This mold is old, the wood is close to splitting in a few places and it's a little bent, its parts are no longer perfectly aligned. The man opens the mold and the brick he's making is now visible. It looks like too much sand went into it, it has the texture of sand and it's also hollow. When he pulled the top of the mold, the top part of the brick went off with it, as if it was the lid of a box. Inside the brick there are formations of mushrooms inside.*
There is some concern about the bricks this man is making. A conversation is going on whether he's doing the bricks to help them, or if he's going to arrest and lock them in. Cast aside in the sand there are ball chain shackles, but instead of iron balls, the chains are attached to fairly large boulders.

I'm surfing. The waves are quite tall, some 4 or 5 times my size. I can see those waves approaching, towering left and right.

A female fan of an Argentine writer manages get his autograph. He signed on a green ID card. This person's face is hard to distinguish. The hair is short and the statue-like complexion, like her skin is partially made of stone.

I dreamed of being bullied again.

A succubus lying in bed. She's asleep. The bed seems to be outdoors, and a gray, stained light shines over everything, it looks like the day is sick. A man appears, he has a short beard and dark hair. He begins to touch the succubus with his beard, sort of brushing her head to toe. Everywhere his beard touches, the succubus's body turn swollen and red, like a terrible infection is taking hold on her skin. I see her face and she's smiling, even though her face is swollen and covered in white, like powdery mildew, caused by the man's beard, which now I realize is poisonous. This mildew appears as the redness gets milder. I start thinking about a poisonous man, and how it feels like to have a poisonous touch and a poisonous beard. I can see snakes resting inside a cave.

just had a dream that I was a mod and accidentally stickied a bad thread instead of deleting it, then had to phone up the admin to get her to unsticky it because that option was greyed out. While waiting for her I was shooting people with that crossbow from half-life that fires the hot rebar.

Me and my brothers are taking shelter inside a house. It's dark outside, and dangerous. This is the only place we could find. There's very little light and everything is shrouded in a darkening mist. This house is only a room and a bathroom. My sister is inside the bathroom with the door locked, having a discussion with someone. I can hear they talking. A little piece of my left front tooth is broken and I can feel the piece inside my mouth. I look at my brother through the dark mist, he's sitting on the edge of the only bed in the room and his face looks like old marble, very elegant and ancient. We need to shut the door close. I struggle, there's something wrong with the door. It refuses to stay in one piece. If I close its upper half, the lower half opens and vice versa. After some time I finally manage to barge the entire door shut and fall asleep in what it feels like an abyss, while a thin, diaphanous shroud runs through my head, face and shoulders, like a statue falling from its high place. I fall as if my foot are bound, and in its fall my body follows the perimeter of a circle.
I wake up in a jump to realize there are two dogs in the house, a small one that looks like of Papillon breed, and another, bigger one, that looks like an Australian cattledog. They're resting by the bedside. The door seems to have opened sometime during the night. It's still a deep, abyssal night. I fear the dogs might attack us but they're tired and taking shelter inside the house like we are, like they fled from something. I approach the bigger dog and scratch his back. It looks at me with its ears down and pleading eyes. I talk to it like you would with a child but the dog remains the same. I wake up again. The dogs are gone, the bottom of the door is ajar. A dim blueish light hits the sill, making it glow faintly in the dark.
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I'm at a clearing, it's very cold and a group of people are seated together wearing animal pelts. There's a darkened log on the floor, it's covered in snow. Those people are discussing something, I can't quite hear it but they're raising their hands and nodding their heads. I realize they're Inuits and what they're arguing about soon becomes clear. Two people walking into the clearing. Vikings. They have been captured, or got lost from the others. They have been stripped from their clothing, or lost them, and are wearing just a piece a strap of iron to cover their genitals and breasts, one of them is a female. A man in his mid years is sitting with a dark brown pelt over his shoulders, the fur is so high it covers his ears. His face is painted with black and blue stripes, He's holding a war hammer, a very large one, and he glances towards my mind's eye. I can see the two vikings as in a drawing on stained, old cloth.

I'm in some sort of outdoors venue, very spacious, it has a number of decorated tables and chairs, with flowers and silk fabric, like a wedding took place a few hours earlier and now people people are leaving. It's day time. I'm in a corner, under the eaves overhanging an adobe wall. There's a small table with an old crt television set, and a boy I knew from midschool is playing a video game on it. I brought a PS5 to this place, I think it as a PS5 but it's actually the very first Playstation model in appearance. It's my brother's. I'm watching him play a game on it, it's emulating an old arcade game, Street Fighter: The Movie, and he's playing as Vega. He's playing on window mode and I adjust it to full screen, though the sides of the screen still remain black because the game won't go full screen. I complain about it to myself. While he plays, the game changes into something else. Vega gets more and more cartoony and pixel like, turning into something like a Mega Man boss, a very large robot with his arms firmly pressed against his sides in a running position, his fists closed and wheels under his feet. This Vega robot now drives away against a speedline background, like a tokusatsu intro. He almost looks like Rush, Mega Man's dog, wearing a snake's hood, like a sphinx. My brother shows up to watch the game as well.
We're sitting at one of the tables, my brother is looking for something to drink, looking at some cabinets nearby, but all he finds is a small ceramic bowl, which he uses to drink rose water. It's a pleasant evening in a past that never happened.

I'm walking in an old school corridor with no idea where I should be going or what I should be doing. I see some students outside a classroom's door. I look inside and there's a lecture going on. I go to a cafeteria at the end of the corridor. This corridor has a thin substance and it feels eroded, though you can't see anything wrong with it. I sit in one of the stools by the counter and a succubus in waitress uniform brings me two plastic containers with beans. As I leave, the cafeteria is no longer connected with the corridor, but to an extensive underground parking garage. The walls are painted white with black and yellow stripes, and several water pipes pierce the wall. I can see a cat calling me from one of the pipes, with its head peeping out, covered in filth, like it went on a walk through the sewers. I grab the cat and use a brush on its belly. For some reason I think this is my mother's fault, that she forgot to lock the cat and it followed me through the city's sewers all the way to this building.

Last night I had a dream where I acidently cut off the tip of my left ring finger. I held the piece in place for a while until it healed and reattached. Then I let go and saw… My fingernail was on the wrong side! I vividly sensed my hand, it was as if this actually happened. I poked something and my nail dug in from the wrong side and it felt very wrong. After holding my finger and trying to twist it for a bit my fingernail was where it should be again and I was pleasantly surprised. Then I realized it was a dream, and I thought I woke up, but I was actually still dreaming.

Just one scene today.
I'm somewhere in complete darkness. The only thing I can see are skulls, dimly gleaming an eroded, pale blue light 20 feet away. The skulls are placed on rocks, as they stand about 6 feet from the ground. I think they're alive, even though there's no movement, except for the almost invisible movement of the light itself, that seems to be running over the bone's surfaces like a veil.

I'm walking around with a scooter. It's broken, and I have to push around it while walking besides it. I'm waiting to cross the street. It's a fairly clouded evening, and the stripes on the crosswalk are bent and arranged in an unsual manner. The upperhalf of the stripes are in a 45 angle, while the bottom is straight, there's also extra white stripes on the street. I'm looking at the traffic light, waiting so I can cross it when two pedestrians come running to cross it. A guard is right behind them and they start to lament and complain. The guard says they'll be fined for crossing the street in a green light, and he writes down on a small pad those people's names, one of them has the same name as me. When the light finally turns red, I'm unsure if I can cross it while holding the scooter and try to ask the guard about it but he's busy with something else and won't pay attention. I have a feeling of coming home, the streets and places are a mix of the neighborhood my grandparents lived, mixed with my own childhood neighborhood. Everything is covered on a thin evening shadow. I'm in front of a convenience store, and there is a yellow stripe along its perimeter, with a sign saying you can't park around it. I want to go in but don't know a place to place the scooter. I begin to walk down a street and there's another store. I look through the window and it's a candy shop. The candy bars and candy boxes however are much bigger than usual, 4 or 5 times bigger, and the shelves are very steep to accommodate the oversized products. I see a kid I knew from school going down the street. He looks at me but we don't say anything. I'm glad to see a familiar face. I decide there's nothing in that store I want, and begin to realize I'll be coming back home without having purchased anything, and that's all right.

I'm listening to a man talking about his life. He has long dark hair and beard, and is wearing a white thawb, though he doesn't look muslim. As he's talking about his childhood before getting out of his home country, the scene changes to a map running across the oceans and land, like if you search for something on google maps, and lands on the edges of eastern Europe, though I'm looking at the map and it's completely different from reality.
He's talking about a time his house got invaded by thieves. I find myself experiencing this as if the story is happening to me personally. I find myself on a small hall connecting two parts of the house from the outside. The floor is made of red little broken tiles, like ceramics. I look across an iron fence on my left side (there's a fence here because of a gap between two parts of the house and one might fall in it) and on the other side, about 70 feet away, I can see a human figure ofuscated by light, it has the sun on its back. I know it's one of the thieves, and I run to one of the front rooms of this house and start closing down some of the doors. I can hear them discussing something on the outside of the house. Obviously they're talking about how they're going to get in. I'm looking for anywhere I can make my escape while I hear the thieves destroying the front door. I feel an intense fear, and start to look for a place to hide, but every place I think of is too obvious.

If you lose your virginity in a dream are you still a wizard?

>>54284
No sex-haver.
No-sex haver.

>>54285
lol, damn. I guess I ban myself now :(

I am in the woods, looking beyond the bushes, I see a few people sitting there around a small table doing some sort of those classic puzzles and arguing about games or stuff, I must have listened to a podcast or something before falling asleep.
So they decided they have enough and leave, running away in all directions and vanishing in the woods, until I saw one of them coming back riding on a horse, heading out of the woods and jumping down onto a street full of people, shouting to the other guy that he should get on the horse while he was going full speed.
On the first try he somehow caught his hand and lifted him up onto the horse, only to let him fall down on the other side while still not slowing down. So he turned the horse around and tried lifting him up again and again, still on full speed, so much useless struggling and failing, until finally all of them crashed so hard on the floor and falling underneath the horse while screaming in pain, so I woke up, kind of when one falls down a ledge in a dream and wakes up before hitting the ground

I'm in a desert, there's an extensive glass crater, about 5 feet deep that stretches for several miles. The walls of this crater are filled with veins of pure gold. It's a very bright, pale blue sky with no clouds and the gold shines in a nearly white hue. There are other men in there wearing dirty clothes and turbans to protect from the sun. We found this crater and they busy themselves dividing the areas for digging. Some of them carry pickaxes. Scattered all over the floor there are little mounts of powdered gold, some of these mounts are knee high, and here and there this gold powder forms a narrow creeks and streams of moving sand.
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I'm with my brother in a park or something similar. We're waiting for something to pass, probably rain, under a roof made of terracotta tiles. There's an opening on the side of a wall and I can see the grey sky like a thin veil over a very active thunderstorm, though quiet. Veins of lightning keep appearing and disappearing quickly. The sky looks very close, like I'm approaching a painting in a museum and the clouds look heavily embossed, almost like large masses of rock. I say to my brother I forgot something and he makes fun of me for it. I reply I wasn't expecting his help.

>>54288
I really love yotsuba. Reading it or even just seeing a stray image makes tears well up in my eyes.

>>54311
What the?

was in a game worldwith my part members. i saw chisels and stuff on the ground and said a full set of those is like $500. walked into a town. started doing slow motion uppercut punches against everyone and then i woke up

My dog attacked a black jaguar. The jaguar looked mean and dangerous so I tried to seperate the two. I was holding my dog back with one hand and the jaguar with the other hand and my feet. The jaguar was sitting still growling at my dog and I felt a lot of tension like it would jump if I let go. I started poking at its eyes trying to get it to retreat but it kept growling. I started punching its eyes. The jaguar's eyes popped and they looked like smashed grapes covered in red. But the jaguar was still growling.

It's day time and a cloudless morning. I'm on the passenger's sit of a white car. A kid from my class from middle schools days is driving the vehicle. We're approaching a toll plaza and he asks for money to pay the toll. I start looking for my wallet. I can't find any coins so I pull a $100 bill and tell him to use that instead. As we stop by the toll booth, a succubus starts asking questions about the vehicle. I low the window and ask her if they have a bathroom I could use. I have the impression I'm acting very suspicious and as soon as I think this, the succubus gets out of her booth and tells us to get out of the car to be inspected.
There are a bunch of people loitering on the road, some asking for money, other just sitting around. We're forced to wait for the car inspection. After a moment I see one of the loiters squatting on top of the hood of our car by the side of the road. As he moves back and foward the hood moves weirdly, not like metal but more like if it were a large foam pillow. Apparently this inspection consists of disassembling the entire vehicle.

I'm sitting on a curb playing with some wooden toy. It's almost night time and everything is covered by dusk. I feel somewhat like part of my childhood is restored, though I can't tell for sure what age I am. Someone comes running down the street saying something terrible has happened. There's seems to be some confusion and when I look up I can see a house on fire. It's a two story house with a big front window on the second floor. I can see the flames through the those windows. People are screaming and asking for someone to help. I get up and grab a box made of acrylic sheets put together. The door is either locked or unaccessible, so I try to use the acrylic box to break a part of the wooden wall that is already damaged and split apart. This has no effect whatsoever and I toss the box to the side.
Two men show me the way in, and I follow them. I hear there are several children still inside the house. As soon as we get inside the house I notice one of them is carrying a handgun. They wear trenchcoats and are very suspicious. I start to wonder why the hell they need guns for this. They tell me to immediately handle any children I find to them and rush upstairs with with weapons in hand. I realize those men are looking to kill the children to erase any witnesses of something they did, though I'm not sure how I come to this conclusion.
I begin looking for any survivors. The room is a mess, there's a couch right at the center filled with debrees, and weirdly enough, I can see day light coming through the kitchen's window. As soon as I approach the kitchen, one kid, maybe 4 years old comes out from behind the stairs. She's very quiet, as if hiding from someone. I decide it's better to grab the child and run outside where there's a lot of people, instead of handing to the gunmen on the second floor. I put her behind my back and as soon as I get up to leave another two kids appear in front of my as if prancing from tall grass. They stick on me like burdock to clothing.
I'm not greatly emcumbered and rush to the exit, fearing the gunmen will come back to check to what I'm doing.

We're at the end of a journey. The great adventure is over and the few of us left are in front of a huge bonfire. We helped steal the Promethean flame at the cost of many lives. There are several people there and one old man attends to this bonfire with care. I start thinking of all people who didn't make to the end of the story and feel like crying. I kneel to the ground and make a small bundle of dry grass. Holding it in my hand I approach it to the bonfire and the bundle starts blazing. It's a very dark night and the only thing I can see are the shadows of the logs creaking from the bright, mellifluous flame. Someone asks me what I'm doing but I can't see his face, apart from the old man I can't see anyones face, we're all shrouded in darkness. I approach the bundle of grass to the fire and it sets ablaze. My hand doesn't burn, it doesn't even feel warm and I don't think anything of it. I hold this bundle of burning grass in my hand as sparkles are taken by the wind and say it's for those who are part of the story but didn't manage to see the ending of the things they took part of.

I'm in a book store. One man is showing me the books available and explaining to me nobody buys hard prints anymore. He shows me a shelf with a bunch of hard plastic covers to protect the books you purchase and explains to me this is what people used to do with their own books back in the day.
I'm slowly and without noticing, dragged inside into one of the stories from those books. I'm in a resort of some, a floating hotel, or maybe even a floating island with a hotel in it. There seems to be a problem with a man going around raping succubi. I'm deployed to work with the captain to try identify and capture the man and my first assignment is to talk to the fathers and brothers of the victims. A group of 4 or 5 men call me to a yard with stone floor and a grasses areas with a tree in the middle, like a small garden on the center of this area. It's a bright day and I can see there are wood benches here and there. The men start telling me their daughters got raped. I asked them what they see and they tell me they didn't see it, but some succubi told them so. They start pointing to their eyes and I tell them they need to see the who's doing this so we can identify him. I leave them and go to a corridor where you can see the yard from the above. I gaze at the sun shining on the floor and walls.

I had one of the worst dreams I'd ever had. It was one of the worst because it wasn't a nightmare, it was realistic– something that could really happen (I don't expect it to ever happen in this silly and contrived way, but it's objectively possible) and something I know my subconscious is already afraid of. In the dream, my mother and father had a fight and became divorced. She immediately found a foreigner as a lover. I couldn't tell you anything about him because he was a very vague figure. My brothers and I moved with her to this country and bought our own home near the man so she could see him often. The idea of moving to a foreign country to find a lover and bringing your adult children is very absurd, but it was a very serious dream from my perspective. My father was left alone in our home country.

I vividly remember arguments with her in the dream about this in our new home, things I would really say and things I know I would feel in that exact situation. It was like a simulation somebody plugged into my mind: "How could you do this to us?", "Don't you know this is a surface-level relationship and he cares nothing about you?", "Were you really so unhappy before that you could justify all of this?". I can feel every detail slipping the longer I'm awake. It was a chain of dreams. I would wake up for a moment and slip back to sleep and it would continue where it left off. I can't figure out the country, it was very vaguely European and snowy. It felt very hostile, like everyone on the street knew I didn't belong and hated me deeply, like real life but times three.

Last week I got the most drunk I've ever been and called my mother while she was at the store grocery shopping. I wept loudly and begged her to not leave me over the phone and that I was sorry for a lot of things I did to her over the years, things that made me a bad son and you really should be sorry for even if you don't like your breeders. In retrospect it's so humiliating and shameful, but it gave me a lot of insight into things I didn't know I really felt. I haven't talked to her about it at all since and she seems to have the tact to pretend it never happened. I'm not sure if it's something locked in my mind that came out because I was drunk, or if it was fabricated. It's not something I would share on this site if it were not anonymous. Even knowing the moderation can identify my posts gives me pause as I write this, but I know nothing would come of it anyway. It's so deeply personal that I could never talk about this anywhere else, god forbid with her.

I don't consider myself to respect or care for succubi in general. I hate succubi deeply (to a higher degree than my standard hate for normalfags) and only have a positive relationship with my mother after years of forgiveness towards each other. I also don't put very much stock in therapy or people who would claim to decode your feelings from anecdotes, but this feels too deliberate for me to ignore that it's connected. I have no idea what to make of it.

Twin brothers are rehearsing a dance at the back of dark theater. They have iron swords and drag them on the floor in quick movements, causing sparks to run on both sides of the weapon as they move. Sometimes one of them will raise the sword and pretend to fence with it, jump a large distance forward, in an almost impossible reach, like they could reach another place outside of the room they find themselves in. They're talking about this mysterious patreon who may or may not come to watch their performance. The twins suspect this patreon is not a human being, but something else, maybe a demon or death itself. They talk on how to make sure he comes to watch their performance. One of the brothers remember the patreon's face and I can see his memory in my mind's eye; a man dressed in elegant clothing, in a very old, 16th century fashion. He's sitting in front of a counter in a dark room, looking away at something, holding a large mug of beer in his hand. He has the hair of the Vitruvian man, a mustache and goatee.
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I'm outside in marsh and I'm really concerned about keeping my feet dry. When I look down my feet is deep inside a puddle.

>>54469
Just remembered, I also had another dream after that one where I was eating a delicious fruit. The outside looked like dry figue but once I broke it open its endocarp was very white, like coconut, and it tasted more or less like coconut was well, but more concentrated, vivid taste somehow. It had the consistency of pastry.

I'm with my brother in some club where there's a large swimming pool. I'm sitting at the edge of it, with my legs in the water while my brother is trying to swimm as fast as he can at the corner of this pool. We're back to being kids. I have the impression I forgot something. It's a bright day but somehow the pool and everything else looks under dusk. We need to leave at some point and I go to the building nearby where you can switch clothes and grab your stuff. For some reason I'm carrying a drawer filled with silverware. I ask someone at the counter where is my stuff. The guy asks where I left it, but I can't remember. He seems dismissive. I get out of the building and it's snowing, so I try to go back but it's too late, the entrance has been completely covered by snow and is blocked by a huge reddish crystal block. Some people are caught outside with me and they start lamenting a lot and even crying a little bit. We stand under the eave of this building, watching the furious storm cover everything in white. I notice the place I'm in is about to colapse but I can't move, as if I'm in the edge of a dormer and there's no space to maneuver. I feel the strain on my legs. I try to dig some snow so I can move from the place I am but I have the impression any movement will toss me off the wall into the snow bellow. I can see a frozen lake forming a few yards away.

Unfortunately this thread has become pretty much a personal blog, only 5 dreams here are not mine. I did an actual blog to upload my dreams so I won't be posting here anymore.

>>54485
Fair enough, that's too bad though, I like reading them. I haven't been recording mine because I have not been remembering them as is typical and I stopped coming here so regularly for a bit.

I have one I remember clearly last night, and thinking about it recalled to me this thread. It's a quite banal dream, though.
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I have the envelope to my monthly power bill in my hand. I open it and look only to see my bill this month is $248 more expensive than it's supposed to be (it's a fixed amount readjusted once or twice a year based on usage). I begin to panic; I can't afford this monthly amount. It will end in either loss of electric utility or being evicted eventually. Upset I call my mother on the phone to see if she can help, or has ideas, or something. But when she picks up, all I can hear is her talk about me to somebody else there with her-who, it is never clear. But she is not even listening to me, just disparaging me audibly to whoever she is speaking to, disparaging me for drug use, assuming I'm calling to beg for drug money, mocking me, saying things like "oh yeah that's him he's always like that" in response to something I don't hear, but with a very hateful tone. The whole time I'm getting more frustrated, upset, panicked and feeling helpless. I keep trying to get her attention in frustration so I can tell her about this financial issue but she will not acknowledge me, just keeps talking audibly about me to someone else. I am yelling frustrated and in vain trying to get her attention and to talk to me. Panic, frustration and helpless feelings just keep building as this happens. I wake during this.

>>54397
I find your dream fascinating, wizanon. Mine are often hyper-realistic simulations which make me very emotional and upset in a way that isn't a nightmare exactly but something different. They will involve things like a burglary in my house or the post-apocalypse in my local area, and my brain will replay the scenarios over and over to refine my reaction. People from different aspects of my life will apear, mostly family, and I will feel certain ways about them based on my subconscious perception of their behavior/attitude. What I mean is, they act the way I really see them in the dream, whereas in waking life, there's a veil over them that masks how I feel. And so I become exhausted and irrationally angry or sad, sometimes for an entire day, after waking up. It's hard to get out of my mind.
>but this feels too deliberate for me to ignore that it's connected. I have no idea what to make of it.
Yes. There's something our brains are telling us, problems under the surface that don't reveal themselves when we're awake but come to us in dreams when we're vulnerable. I'm not into therapy either, it hasn't done anything for me in the years I've put into it, but these dreams are far too meaningful. Broken relationships with family members we actually do care about, no matter how much we think otherwise, are probably a great cause of anxiety for us. Just my take, could be wrong.

Many disconnected and patchy scenes from some interesting dreaming last night.
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Starts with a type of false awakening, but I "woke up" in the dream place. Or, it could be said it started as a dream about waking up somewhere. I remember that aspect. It was a cabin in a rural wooded place that resembles nothing I know in real life. I remember the time I saw: 10:52PM, and my inner monologue feeling disoriented expecting it to be a morning hour. At one point it was light out or became light out in there and I could see better to the outside, and there was someone else who entered and spoke to me, but I can't remember details beyond that. The next image is of a place that sort of resembled a townhouse my grandmother had lived in, but half did not. It was in an urban location, I remember an impression of staying there as a guest. A room with two beds was there but it wasn't where I was to stay, my aunt and someone else I have no details of are somehow there or involved at one point but I cannot remember more than that about them. I'm in a street, like a suburb, just turned round a corner and at the end of a paved driveway. It leads to a house that has an open garage door. I walk towards it and birds flap around and up in there. There's a man in there I'm going to talk to, there's books and things everywhere and a bed, and birds. He resembles David Liebe Hart (lol) except is white. I can't remember what we talked about. After that a very foggy memory of being in a school/facility like building among strangers, and outside of a shop at night with strangers; above the shop were windows of an apartment which were oddly offset from eachother. People around me were hollering and yelling things and I remember thinking about how we're probably bothering the person who lives there and feeling bad about it. It's daylight again and I'm alone again, and once again at that driveway. The man this time is walking towards the end of it, he's carrying a birdcage that has plants in it. He sets it at the end as you would trash for pickup, and he said something about preparing to meet someone and/or leave. I have been trying to remember what he said but cannot. After that we went again to his garage apartment, birds flapped around and flew up as we approached again, and talked but can't remember what about at all. Next thing I remember and the most clearly is being in a huge loud crowded McDonalds that had no logos, but was McDonalds. I'm thinking about what burgers I want, thinking about just getting various burgers and nothing else, but when I get to the counter I just order a McChicken without hesitation. Very attractive young Asian succubus is taking order, very friendly and smiley. I have to repeat myself because of how loud it is. I get out my wallet to pay but the process of payment never starts, I think about how that's odd, I just stand there waiting to get my card out. Another friendly Asian succubus puts before me a styrofoam container of thickly breaded chicken and I don't even complain, she looks like a twin of the one who took my order besides the color of her shirt. The clarity ends there and I cannot remember if I ever payed, everything stalled there and I waited to pay. Next thing I remember is like a screen of a detailed video game like map of some dungeon showing glowing things, and then I am in such a place. It heads underground in a spiral fashion, but it's square room after square room, each with a doorway in a corner leading downward into another square room, on and on until it leads to an open spare with a paved track straight on to a door, and pits on either side. I have an impression of the door being a barrier. I look at the pit on the right and suddenly my view is "simplified" a bit, and I'm looking downward on it. It has vague spikes, and a strange purple mist-like glow to it. It feels dangerous. I can see something that looks like mangled machinery or something in a heap in one part, and a big red glowing orb in another. I "know" that I need that orb. I have to get it. So I just jump down onto it, half afraid, but no consequence; I just collect it like a video game collectible and spring back out with ease. Back on the raised center floor of the space things become "unsimplified" again and I head towards the door, only to get a feeling of great impending danger as I head towards it. I stop approaching and turn back instead, feeling a need to "prepare first", and I can hear a clear but disembodied voice that resembles Sochie from Turn A Gundam talking to me but can't remember at all what is said.
I then suddenly woke up.

I wish I remembered more of this more clearly, this is the type of dreaming I like.

I had a dream I was getting yelled at by a group of hipsters who's apartment I was interviewing to live in. Apparently I referred to someone who I saw 3 year ago by their human name, though now they wanted to transition to being a dog and their transition was complete. I got so fucking mad at this level of PC i woke up.

>>55030
Sounds hilarious

All I remember is a creepy cyborg succubus telling me, "I'm immortal."

In my dream I had sex with my waifu. It was successful as she moaned and everything. Her regular voice was just like in anime. In fact I can't imagine it that very well for that time when I'm awake, but it sounded very real in my dream. I might felt pain in my heart (feels worse in dream than it actually is) as I was on my stomach irl. It could be before this dream but I think otherwise.

After changing my position in my next dream I realized I was in a lucid dream. Knowing from previous experience I tried not enforce my wish too much as I would awake or it wouldn't happen. Yet I tried to imagine her face features and eyes more vividly. She appeared but it was more like imagination result. However, then in my third (second non-lucid) dream I happened to be with my waifu on the escalator riding down some guts tunnel inspired by visuals from Saya no Uta VN. I could see her more vividly and felt her presence better. Out of worry and to give her some moral support I moved closer to her. And then after some time I woke up.

I Dream of Jeanie

Lorne toons miss dreaming

dreamt i was at my grandparents' house having dinner then later playing with legos next to my grandpa's big cushioned chair. hugged them before i got in the car to leave then woke up.