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 No.38

depression haunts all my dreams

 No.41

>>38
That's life, kid.

 No.42

i'll sing you a song on the world's tiniest violin.

 No.60

do dogs even dream?

 No.67

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>>38
I have the opposite issue anon.
I'll have dreams built of terror just to shock or murder me, Dream of finding the love of my life and being happy, Of waking up continuously dream from dream in my room waking up in panic then waking up again.
The worst is when I stop dreaming and realize the dream world I inhabit is where things actually happen / death, love, intriguing story lines etc.
And I'm just stuck back into my life of sadness.

 No.70

I had a dream that I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but whenever I tried to smoke one something would happen that would make me have to put it out. The cigarettes also took like 20 minutes to burn and were super delicious. I didn't think I was addicted, but I don't know why else I would have a dream like that. I haven't smoked in over a week though and I have no intention of buying a new pack for a few days so I couldn't be addicted right?

 No.73

>>70
>drugs

 No.76

>>70
I use to have drug dreams after getting clean. you're addicted liz

 No.102

i dream

 No.103

>>102
about what…

finish your post

 No.104

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>>102
i dream
i scheme
i daydream
i cream - reptilian 2k17

 No.134

>>104
sleeping, procrastinating, idling, beating off. sounds like your average lizards day

 No.187

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I die so often in my dreams I've memorized the feeling I get when when I start to slip away. I've started to have a fear that when I die I'll just wake up in my bed in some alternate reality. And In my mind it's like there's a 2nd layer over my vision with a very transparent opacity that I can imagine intricate creatures or traps playing out in my fov.
I wonder what god meant by this.

 No.190

>>187
>I've started to have a fear that when I die I'll just wake up in my bed in some alternate reality.

You shouldn't even worry about this. Wherever you'll go it'll still probably be better than this reality (unless you get transported into a reality with even more shitskins).

 No.204

bullies haunt all my dreams

 No.209

>>190
Yea I just hope it's less limited in the afterlife - I think it's because of this hope for something more that fear occurs.
Not to say there's not any cool things in this life but it can be hell on earth if your a schizoid male.
>>204
Jokes on them! for just being figments of your minds imagination that is.
I also have dreams like this, make me very anxious.

 No.215

>>209
>it can be hell on earth if your a schizoid male

ugh yeah. or if you're a phocomelia or born in a third world country or something

 No.219

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Haven't been having dreams lately and kinda miss my night terrors.
>>215
Damn I didn't know what phocomelia was, future vr might be a good thing for suffers imo - Yea I could live billions of african lives just treating it like a dystopian rpg every respawn, if reality wasn't nearly as painful physically and mentally that is. Reincarnation terrifies me.

 No.220

>>219
>african lives
>rpg

 No.221

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>>220
>You'll never make thousands of dollars with your 17 african children running a large elephant farm
Is this the end game of all feels?

 No.249

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op here still depressed

 No.250

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>>249
Suicide is always an option.

 No.251

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>>249
same tbh at least my inner monologue keeps me entertained and kinda sane
>>250
No it's just programmed in the simulation for the player characters (you) to be able to feel like you have the choice, our alien gods are sick bastards.

 No.847

This is still the dream thread right?

My first one I was recording this old foggy abandoned town with a grey bearded man with a rifle.
There were pig pens with slaughtered & rotting carcasses.
He was looking around on a motorcycle as I found a kitten in a corner who looked scared, 5 more popped out and started jumping on me for attention. I left the house to look for my partner but instead heard screams as a lady covered in fire drunkenly stumbled towards his crashed motorcycle. No clue where that story went.

Next I was traversing a crypt and came to a large metal door which locked me in and vacuum sealed the area. I saw a three story glass house with a 60's nuclear family inside blissfully unaware. I was thrown below it left with a puzzle to get in but I couldn't even comprehend it. eventually my time ran out and it slowly crushed me until I woke up slightly panicked.

Kinda weird but I love dreams that entertain me like that. /blog

 No.850

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>>847
I had a dream once that I still vividly remember, even 10+ years later.

I stumbled into an old attic, after being dared by someone I couldn't see clearly. For some reason, my vision was very blurry, as if I had been flash-banged or something. The attic was totally empty, but the dream was in black and white, so it was hard to tell if there might have been furniture in the corner. As I walked around, I started to go blind, and my hearing became muffled. A creature appeared from behind and attic beam, it looked exactly like the tar man. It came forward, and I could not move away, and I was going more blind. I could see a window, and the moon outside, and I had this desire to jump to my death. The creature was playing music, I heard music, and as it got closer it bit my finger off. I could see the bone, even feel it "missing."

I remember being shocked because of how vivid it was, I "felt" things, and because it was as if I stepped into a '50s horror movie for real.

 No.851

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>>850
Attics or basements SHOULD NOT EXIST.
Literal murder hot spots, more dangerous than guns.

Mostly all my dreams feel real right until I die, then I close my eyes and feel nothing except slight panic until i awake.
Scary dreams are fun though too me for sure.

 No.852

>>851
I think I NEETed so long that most of my dreams now are just me walking, or me sitting in a chair; pretty mundane things.

I prefer not to have dreams, only because they are a form of escapism that I cannot control adequately. I've had dreams of walking through a beautiful forest, only to awaken in the middle of a snowy winter. It's depressing to know that most things from childhood, dreams included, die as you get older and have to wageslave or argue with normals.

 No.947

I had a dream where something happened to the sun so that the whole world south of like 60N became uninhabitable, so we (my family) booked it to a town, but I wanted to go off and live in the wilderness and hunt my own food and shit. I found a companion at some point to go with me, but then it turned out that my parents were so against me leaving that they were planning to bludgeon me to death if I insisted on going. So we fled on a sled, but at some point it broke, so we lodged in a hotel for a few hours to relax, but my parents caught up with us too quickly, so we jumped out of a window and…
>I woke up
It was such a promising dream too.

 No.1043

Well guys, I think I'm gay and a normalfag.

Had a dream where god was essentially roasting me for being one of his worst creations, and then this tan brunette Swedish "girl" came up to me and started genuinely complementing me and flirting. Somehow "she" started strip teasing me while i was crotch level and a pillar, the mark of man invaded my vision.
However "she" was still "goddess" status in my mind. Anyways we end up at this cool 2 story apartment and our personalities match so well I'm essentially a happier and more inventive version of myself.
Then she started shooting me for fun like we were in a video game, and then I respawned and stabbed "her" to death and had the most genuine laugh at "her" scream which made me wake up.

Did my mind just seduce me with a 3dpd dick having mascot? What did it mean by this? Is this the closest I'll get to a perfect relationship? Why are dicks more aesthetic than axe wounds?
Really made me think. I'm going to grab a cigar and try and forget my own mind seduced and then killed me for fun.

 No.1044

>>852
Mine aren't mundane they're usually just terrifying and involve me dying or rarely are happy and make me sad when I wake up.
Yea dreams can really control the mood of a day and are as unpredictable as the next page in a mystery novel. Dreams don't die though anon you just find it harder to remember them, hope you're doing well took me awhile to see this reply.
>>947
That sounded interesting, are you a neet anon? Maybe it's a manifestation of a fear of leaving your family. Or the opposite. Apocalyptic dreams are always the most fun.

 No.1046

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>>1043
>I think I'm gay and a normalfag
>Why are dicks more aesthetic

don't take your dreams so literally

 No.1047

>>1046
hehe may have thrown in some bait, but it was a weird dream

 No.1048

>>1043
faggot

 No.1049

>>1048
nice try shame-anon EVERYBODY would go queer mode for their own minds Swedish Hermaphroditus embodiment.

 No.1056

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I only ever feel whole in dreams. I can't ever remember them though. I just know that the moment before I Wake up feels right, and the moment I am awake everything begins to turn horrible again.

 No.1067

>>1056
Wow I kinda feel the same way, like i'm more mentally conscious with less inhibitions, and my vision is usually vivid a bit like the edges are watercolored and dream like yet I just feel non complete.
Nice picture didn't see this post.

 No.1069

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>>1056
With me it's the opposite. Everything feels more horrible in my dreams.

 No.1070

Anyone else have really mundane or boring dreams? I find when I do dream, it's something incredibly dull and uninteresting.

 No.1071

>>1070
Yeah, the last time I had a dream was back in highschool. The dream was just me making dinner and I kept fucking it up somehow, like spilling the ingredients or things like that, and in the end it tasted like plastic. Not sure why I had that dream, or why I haven't had a dream since. Any one else notice that as they get older the amount of dreams they have decreases? Maybe it has something to do with understanding the world better.

 No.1072

>>1070
Dreaming for me is like taking a massive hit of acid and having an incredibly bad trip. My dreams are full of all kinds of weird symbolic messages about how much I've fucked up in life.

I love it when I sleep and don't dream at all.

 No.1073

I have a huge variety of dreams but a returning theme is pretty juvenile. I'm back in middle school and it quickly starts making me crazy, I was mainly a mute tard so it's not other kid issues, it's that I just get driven mad by the monotony, It feels like a fucked up prison complex and I always just walk away at some point or go monkey brain mode and start destroying things.

 No.1090

>>1073
Back in school dreams are the worst. I'll actually panic myself awake when they occur, they're that upsetting to me.

 No.1092

>>1090
Yea it stirs up some real anxieties.
Now i'm just depressive and less anxious, so the resurrection of those previous feels is discerning. I never dream about it for long either, becomes overwhelming amplified by my child like subconscious who takes the wheel during most dreams.

 No.1095

>>1092
I dropped out of both high school and college so my school dreams mostly involve older me having to be back there to complete my degree. Just thinking about that kind of scenario upsets me.

 No.1098

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just had a real spooker, was assigned to this winter zone like in stalker. every time i'd die i'd start back at the beginning helicopter. eventually I was defending myself by this pond, it kept filling and i had a few friends helping me. the first few bodies were rando bandits, and then this huge clawed bird. the bodies were in a form of near stasis and the water was super see through. eventually one of my dream friends turned on us and we had to push him in. started getting a little more conscious fearing for my life. it twiddled down to 3 of us and i'd started shaking in engagements, and the body filled pond was bugging me out. we lost the other friend and wandered towards the pond.
our first betrayal friend was closest to the edge disturbingly. and then i saw our other friend with that fucking wide eyed grudge stare standing on the bottom of the pond at me, then i got shot in the back and fell in.
had to play a tard video the silence when i woke up scared me thinking i was still dreaming.
>>1095
I dropped out in middle school so it's always back then. yea school dreams are the true horror experience. are you neet now?

 No.1099

>>1098
>are you neet now?

no, I'm a low-paid wagie unfortunately

 No.1100

>>1099
My condolences, I'll probably stray down that path too, was just curious, and wondering if school dreams were more common for neets.
Hope you have a comfy winter lizanon.

 No.1101

>>1100
>wondering if school dreams were more common for neets

A lot of dreams are just your subconscious trying to tell you something in a story like form. I guess I haven't gotten over the fact that I dropped out twice and now I keep getting these horrible dreams of awkward old me back in a classroom with teenagers.

>comfy winter


Winters are always more comfy. I was made for this weather.

 No.1102

Speaking of spooky dreams, I had either this dream or nightmare the other night, I still can't quite decide just yet. But I had died and was greeted by a stranger in the dark. The voice said: "Greetings, traveller. You have died. Do you know where you are headed?"
Startled, I said sarcastically with an honest sigh: "Oh, I am going to hell, aren't I?"
There was then a chuckle that echoed yet felt close.
"Well, it goes by many names. Do you know why you are headed there?"
"Because I have done many wrongs in life?" A brief pause followed my uncertain response, and then suddenly the voice whispered quietly as if it got even closer. "Was it worth it?" it said.
I started sweating and repeated the question, "Was it worth it?" before I found myself having awoken in the night, profusely sweating and heart rapidly beating. "Was it worth it?" I feebly echoed one last time in the night, alert and awake as if drenched in cold water. Was it worth it…

Spooky stuff, lizbros.

 No.1105

>>1102
>subconscious tells you you're going to hell
>you wake up

Sorry to say this liz, but boy your life must suck.

 No.1106

>>1102
> "Was it worth it?"
what the fuck have you done anon??
How many seals have you clubbed to death?

 No.1107

>>1102
It was nice knowing you, liz. Good luck.

 No.1363

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Bout to lose my shit if I don't rant about what just happened.
Though the situation was the scary part, less so the dreams themselves.

Kinda a normal dream to start out, I was stumbling around my old houses front yard like I was heavily drunk or something. I checked the drive way and nothing but a car I didn't recognize was there, except a dog I didn't know but seemed friendly. I tripped and the dog was in the way, and time slowed to a 1/20th as my face got near his and my vision stopped as he started snarling distortingly and presumably attacking my head. Then I woke up, I was in an expensive waiting room that had kind of a military sports channel playing and it started putting me off. It wasn't centered around political conflicts but was just 24/7 footage of people shooting each other for sport.
My grandfather was in-front of me so I patted his shoulder to ask him where we were but his face looked like it was mauled like mine would have had the dog got me. You could tell he was dead but his body still looked right at me and I remember yelling and everyone in the room at the same time getting out of there seat and sprinting at me. The last thing I remember was I was in a dark concrete room and someone had melted in front of me and I was digging through it for something.
Other than the difficulty waking up.

I woke up and got a glass of water and wrote that down because I've never had or remembered that many consecutive dreams/nightmares, and that was only what I could remember.

 No.1364

>>1363
So I slept again and groggily woke back up in my bed, though my computer was gone, the fan was nailed to the ceiling, and trash or clothes were flown about. I noticed someone was in the closet painted black and tried to yell, yet usually when a dream wants you to piss yourself you can't. I grabbed a knife and killed it but it didn't even fight back it just looked at me smirking. I went into the hall and the adjacent doors were locked or barricaded. There was a lady with black hair riding my grandmothers wheelchair around with a happy smile, and ready to stab her I creeped by but she didn't seem to notice me in a purely lit room. My grandmothers bed was crimson and there was a shovel pierced through it as well as her. I looked back at the lady and she stopped and was mouth agape at me like I was the strange one. She started getting up and I sprinted out of the house but as I did every other door of each house opened and my neighbors were sprinting like me but towards me.
I couldn't really run seeing how I was so terrified so I went face down in a ditch covering my head and closed my eyes like when I do when I'm about to die in nightmares. It became ridiculous how many times this was happening where I was aware I was still dreaming and couldn't stop.

For a few I'd walk around and ask people did they know they were in my dream, and they'd either ramble incoherently, stand still and stare at me, or never speak but do things like drink tea, watching for things to stare at etc.
The last one I woke up in an old hotel from a long while ago guessing by the lack of stable power and broken windows, I stepped into the hall and every rooms door was open with light coming from the occasional flickering hall light.

 No.1365

>>1364
I said no mentally and checked out my window to see I was on the top floor. I looked back at the door but from bottom to top they were covered in fingers like 14 people were about to poke their heads in and stare at me. I jumped out the window and was met with blackness yet still had to fight to wake up and yelled when I did.

I felt like I never slept though so after getting a drink I turned the light on and tried to at least rest.
Essentially the same happened but the only thing I remember is shattering frozen people with hammers because they were in my childhood house and I was alone and scared.

Over all I'd rate this blog, rouge-like, nightmare labyrinth an 8/10.
It convinced me that at least we're not at the bottom layer of hell and it's nice to have a routine that isn't being horrified all the time.
I had to knock a point off because I thought I literally died from not being able to wake up, and I woke up my grandpa with my sudden ability to make noises depicting terror.

 No.1377

Still having these dreams within dreams, I was in a pixelated china town, like my brain was struggling to process textures as well as the npcs. I watched two woman repeating superficial dialog, and then drop to the floor like their body physics was failing.
I've noticed my dreams are like prebuilt game campaigns, and if I become aware I'm dreaming it starts sabotaging me and gives up with much consistency.
I was chased out of my pitch black house when I realized I was dreaming and it was the brightest day ever, there were wolves and foxes all over my yard and I had to run past them as they bit at me.
And the roots of the trees started grabbing at me. Things started losing detail and I ran into five people that looked at me and joined them.
They were just dolls or place holders, they would do nothing.
Then I woke up, and accidently killed my cat.
Then I woke up and noticed the wall was decorated differently.
Then I woke up and realized there was a burning shredded goosebumps book in my mouth.

 No.1378

>>1377
Then I actually woke up from my cat batting at my face.
I kind of like this though, as having consistent nightmares makes me feel better being awake.
And they're not boring.



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