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AHHHH! Real Monsters!

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 No.12405

>lets get some oc up in here

>be me

>3ish
>have nightmares
>spooks inbound
>be on bed
>spooky skeleton man approaches
>featureless, in retrospect looks like a mummy
>walks towards me from open door
>light pours in
>can't move, whole body asleep
>pins and needles
>tries to move
>man walking slowly
>[spook intensifies]
>touches me
>wakes up sweaty
>almost crying

these dreams happened a couple times

 No.12460

>in some kind of dream/nightmare
>driving normally but the view was sort of on the road
>suddenly I teleport outside, I'm stuck to the ground and can't move
>there's some cereal boxes next to me, on the other side is some completely black shadowy figure slowly creeping towards me

That was it, pretty shitty dream now that I think about it.

 No.12461

ive forgotten to do lucid dreams, ill have to get back into them

 No.12484

>be on a bridge, small river under it
>complete darkness, turn on flashlight and point it at the water
>nothing here, just water
>turn flashlight off, after some time turn on again
>fucking black human like figure standing in the water
>wake up spooked like hell

>be me, 6 yo when this happened

>walk down the stairs in some high building
>2 doors at every level
>keep going down
>boots standing near door
>come closer and look at them
>they fucking started howling and jumping around
>wake up crying and screaming
My life was never the same

Sorry if shitty english

 No.12500

>go through the motions of a recurring dream I have about meeting old friends from highschool
>once that's over I'm at the bottom of a hill in a crevice, somewhere that looks like isolated countryside
>there's a river running down into a cave that's behind me
>there are a bunch of scattered giant stones that are turned on their side everywhere
>can see little children playing up the hill
>suddenly I see a giant salamander like monster creeping up on one of the kids
>I point at him and shout "you, boy, what is your name?"
>he replies that his name is Jimmy
>I tell Jimmy he needs to run for his life because "it" is here
>Jimmy bolts off just in time, with the power of 1000 startled gazelles
>salamander monster looks displeased that I've scared away his meal
>he starts down the hill after me, and the fucker is fast
>no time to start running up the hill and off in either direction so I go into the cave, where I presume salamander monster lives
>stoopid mistake
>motherfucker is chasing me through the cave and it feels like he's always one step away from nabbing me
>I find a hole that I could climb up through that salamander monster is too fat to follow me through
>don't know if I'll be trapped or it's an exit but fuck it, climb up through the hole
>contains numerous disgusting insects and slime on the walls
>push on
>reach the top and look out cautiously through a street grid
>I can see people in an urban street, and it's night-time now (was daytime before)
>I mustn't be in England anymore if that's where I was, because there are no pakis
>I suddenly realise that I'm not human
>I'm a barbie doll and I have a plastic gun
>I point my gun at one of the guys in the street I feel I have to assassinate
>won't do it for some reason, maybe because my plastic gun has no bullets
>a car drives over the grid and comes to a stop
>perfect time to climb up without it being seen I came from the ground
>there's a hole in the bottom of the car
>climb inside and the hole shuts behind me, and I feel like I'm human once again
>there's some weeb shit playing really loudly that I don't recognise
>nobody else is inside
>think the car must have been driving itself and it came to pick me up on purpose
>start driving it
>come to a stop
>switch the music off
>relax
>someone opens the passenger door (which is on the right so maybe I'm in burger land) and climbs in
>it's a minor internet celeb girl I've never met but fancy a lot
>she's got a box of cigars she wants to share with me
>she says they're illegal Cuban cigars
>she places the box down and opens it in front of me
>all the cigars are wrapped up and you have to slide them out of some paper wrapped around them
>she slides one out and starts lighting up
>says "it's okay, they've already been cut"
>I try sliding one out and it seems way too long to have fit in the box
>it just keeps going and going and then falls apart and I get tobacco over myself
>she laughs at me in a playful way
>I get nervous and say something about Jewish physics being responsible
>she laughs more awkwardly, like she's putting it on because I'm being a sperg and she's embarrassed by me
>wake up

 No.12502

>>12405
>be an ork
>have two friends
>that's all that's different
>run a snake tail selling ring with pals
>sell snake tails to other orks so they can surgicaly attach them to themselves
>get word that the police are coming from some guy/pal/spirit
>grab my warhammer boxes and ditch my dealer friends
>stand around in the backyard of my house, panicking for a while
>jump on large wall, then onto neighbour's roof
(I live in a hilly area)
>change mind and turn around
>slip and smack my face into the wall
>climb up
I think I actually escaped after that, maybe.
>hustling along the coastline to make good of my escape
>meet up with some other ork
>as we're escaping, we get attacked by somebody on a motorbike
>It's an ork with a snake tail
>kill him with muh slugga
>fall over
>die

I love sleeping.

 No.12515

>>12405
Not good with green text so I'll try to type it out in paragraph format instead. Please forgive.

A week ago I had this dream. I've been meaning to post it here. It started out in medias res. It may possibly be that the rest was for filling in the details of my confusion. I was outside with people dressed in nice wool suits and robes. Very classy stuff. They were burring a man alive. He was blond, with curly hair, and very nice musculature for someone that doesn't lift. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, a handsome man (no homo). He was nude and relatively dirty. I was there as well, but wasn't taking part in the rite or whatever it is they were doing.

They started lowering the man into the earth with ropes. The man had seemed afraid before they hammered it shut, but otherwise didn't resist, and the people there seemed to be having not a happy time, but no anger or malice appeared to be there. It looked like they were doing a very careful job. Sort of like what you do with an animal when you slaughter it.

I looked the other way, and the dream started from the past. The blond man walked in, barefoot and obviously undressed. Everyone was there in the very early morning. This is the first time I noticed we were in the dark, and it wouldn't be sunrise for a few hours. Somehow I knew this. I seemed to be there just to witness what was happening. Nobody talked to me and nobody approached me. I wasn't afraid. It just seemed that it was my job to see this happen. Dreams work weird that way.

The party drew lots and they picked a group to go through a maze after the man. No women were in the group. The maze was made of stone and bushes. They seemed impassable, but somehow I made my way to the top of an observation platform. There were several chambers on the way out, much bigger than the rest of the maze. They chased the man through them, and there did not seem to be confusion as to where the right path was. Not once did they stray. However, at every chamber, one of the participants, except the blond man would be eliminated by some kind of death.

I remember the first one was an alligator. The man passed right by it, but the rest of the group had to negotiate with it by touching it on the nose. The alligator then picked one and killed him, then paid no attention to the rest of the group who was now free to pass. This same format was followed for every chamber. The second one that I remember, close to last, was a room with heavy bushes. The group held hands and walked abreast. A panther leaped out and consumed one, then the two left the room.

After they had passed the maze, the last man in the group chased the blond man. When he caught him, he tackled him to the ground, and the rest of the attendees went up to assist him. This is when the rest of the dream started again. The man was again bound, and gagged, and placed naked into the coffin. It had no decorative symbols or anything. It was just plain wood. Once in, he did not struggle, but I can remember seeing fear in his eyes. I could somehow hear screaming, but not really hearing it. Like his mind was screaming.

Once lowered into the ground, I watched as they buried him up again. Then everyone got in their cars and left. I stood there until I woke up.

 No.12517

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I hardly ever remember my dreams these days, but there are some that have stuck for ages.

Age ~5
>setting is some sort of an abandoned boardwalk
>late afternoon, early evening, almost apocalyptic vibe to it
>sitting on my moms lap
>some weird ass black thing approaches
>cross between a decaying seahorse and an extremely niggardly nigger
>it takes my mom into the ocean
>wake up

7-8
>looking into an operating room
>two people in scrubs
>one is clearly a young female, other is fucking ELMO
>Elmo lays down on the table
>Doctor woman proceeds to decapitate the man-puppet
>he is still alive
>the head and body are attached to separate life support devices
</end memory>

I can't recall anything worthwhile up until high school

Junior year
>semi lucid
>wake up, got to school, wear face mask for some reason
>everyone is dying of tuberculosis
>go through a normal schoolday with classmates periodically coughing up blood
>have to go to a funeral later
>things get progressively worse
>rotting and dried out bodies strewn about the halls
</end>

 No.12544

>Last night
>Dreamed I had moved to the jungle with my family
>Explored with long time friend, find strange empty spots with tire swings
>Look out over cliff I find
>Huge view of the forest
>Go back home
>Later go up hill while telling friend how much I love the rain forest, climb metal fence on top of a hill covered in small rocks
>See bear
>Oh shit, climb back over fence
>Suddenly giant dark silloutted bear appears, standing upright, taller than the treeline, with long dangling arms and a long neck.
>Birds scatter as it emerges from the trees, point out to friend
>Wake up

 No.12548

>>12517
>elmo starts to say "Kill me.."

>he's interrupted: "Later."

 No.12813

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>be me

>around 10

>dream that I'm by the town pool

>UFO shows up out of nowhere and abducts me

>me and a whole bunch of random people are stuck here with the white aliens (they looked like in pic)

>see red lever

>pulled that shit like there's no tomorrow

>hear weird sounds

>shits exploding behind me

>start running

>jump out of conveniently placed open hatch

>all of the aliens and people are probably dying back there but I didn't care because I was 10

>fuck now I'm falling

>small plane comes out of nowhere and saves me on the wing Sonic 2 style

>piloting the plane was a boy my age with metallic colored hair making a "fuck yeah man!" kind of face

>also he looked like a stereotypical nerd with glasses and everything

same kid appeared in many dreams since then always around the same age as me. It's pretty spooky


 No.12815

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>Be 16

>Having trouble sleeping for a few nights

>I keep waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, no matter what was covering me

>Not stressed and not having nightmares, so I think nothing of it

>After about a week I wake up after a nightmare where a shiny demon was sitting on me and I was unable to move

>Unable to move upon waking

>I look over as far as my eyes can and see shiny demon just sitting on me, like from dream

>Suddenly start shaking more and more as if I were under a jackhammer

>Shaking stops and I fall asleep

I stopped waking up in the middle of the night after that, still have no idea what happened.


 No.13109

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>December 9th 2014

>heard about this Touhou thing but never really cared

>have dream

>standing in what appears to be a huge puddle of blood

>look forward and see her there

>she looks at me with a face that says "You're gonna die you little bitch"

>Get spooked but suddenly realize that I'm dreaming

>Now that I realize that I'm dreaming I try imagining that shes not there

>keep on trying to imagine myself safe

>nothing working

>feel spooked because I'm starting to believe that I may be in the presence of a superior being

>begin feeling weird cryptic messages enter my mind

>'She knows' 'She is aware' were the only ones I remember but I'm sure there were others

>oh shit when did she get so close!

>chest hurts and vision blurs

>even though shes in front of me her hand was sticking out of my chest

>remember how dreams can be escaped from

>forcefully wake up

>grip the area where she impaled me and it hurts

Then I got up and took one of my old school notebooks which would later become my dream journal and wrote about what happened.


 No.13110

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Part 2

27th of December 2014

>dreaming again

>find myself on a unfamiliar road

>it's fucking dark I can't see anything besides the road that I'm walking on

>eyes adjust to dark

>see figure far away

>umbrella and hat gave it away

>run back

>road splits to 3 in a cross like fashion

>didn't remember it being like this but what ever

>go down one of them (yes, I can't remember which)

>shes there

>try the other paths

>you guessed it

>oh shit, shes getting closer

>Cryptic messages again

>'She has come to clam what is hers' pops up

>realize that I'm in a dream

>this time I know what to do

>wake up smiling that I managed to escape


 No.13111

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Part 3

7th of January 2015

>dreaming yet again

>find myself on the floor in the kitchen/dining room of my house

>sitting there as if I was just thrown from somewhere

>everything seems quiet

>suddenly hear the sound of a drawer opening

>The one with 49 written on it was opening on it's own

>49 wasn't written on it

>something is climbing out of there

>her head emerged out and stared at me

>realty is becoming unstable

>where 49 was written letters are starting to float about

>'contact' I felt

>letters start spelling something

>"She has …."

>woke up

Sometime later I claimed Yukari Yakumo as my waifu


 No.13129

>be me, 5 years old

>be dreaming about me flushing the toilet

>go to sink, ready to turn on faucet

>turn it on, and look up

>my shower's right above me

>ohshit.jpg

>shower sprays cold water on me

>mfw i hate cold showers

>i go out of the bathroom

>the shower doesn't leave me alone

>i go into my town, the shower is still there

>jump cut to later, the shower has gone

>i go back to bathroom

>the shower has been replaced by a bag of Maltesers

>mfw


 No.13136

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couple of months ago, right after almost landing in jail for being busted with a kg of weed

>me in a postapocalyptic, cyberpunk dystopia with a giant tower of sauron on the middle

>everything is shitty

>after a typical survival adventure, a well dressed, clean secretary comes to me

>"Hes ready for you"

>never heard who she was, but i assumed it was the one who set the universe in motion

>follow her to the base of the tower, my current companions say goodbye to me

>get into an elevator that starts rising to the very top of the tower, it starts gettin nicer on the way up

>when i reach the very top, it transformed into a glass box elevator with golden details, it looked exectuve

>i stepped outside into a large living room with a second room besides it, it was like a balcony on areneas but for very reach people

>on the other side of the window was a nascar track

>on it is a middle aged man with a suit

>tells me he is what is understood as god

>"don't worry man, you're doing good"

>"what happened was something that needed to happen, you needed to learn"

>"in the end, everything will be accounted for, everything will be settled, and everything will turn out all right, one way or another"

>never asked him anything, just assumed he knew why i wanted to talk to him

>suddenly, there's an accident on the track and we both go down to help

>when everything is patched up, he just smiles at me

>wake up relaxed for the first time since my detention

>since then, i said fuck it, now have a stable job, a great startup, i'm earning money, things are looking up, and left behind cancer people


 No.13137

>>13136

had at another time a nightmare that was the first time i dreamt gore

>dreamt i was at a mansion near a lake, i seemed to understand it was scotland

>was with family

>start going around, its gloomy and there were stones with signs everywhere

>shit seems too much like a movie

>people start disappearing

>in the end, just me and my brother

>suddenly find what is causing the dissappearances

>its like a small child-sized wooden doll with metal pins and rebarb sticking on its outside, it had no other features and always had thin puppet like cables trailing somewhere, manipulating it

>its chest is open with hooks and there is a mess there, unrecognizable organs and shit

>starts chasing us, it has a hook on a chain (ever seen dota's puge? seems like a pretty good inspiration)

>it gets my brother

>i start runing, get to the stones with signs, realize its stonehedge-like

>there, on the foot of a stone, it gets to me

>it starts hacking away, opening my arms and legs, and then my stomach

>it doesn't hurt (obviously, it's a dream) but im freaked out as shit, think its magic why it doesn't hurt

>takes out all my organs and just starts to toss em and scramble them

>wake up wanting to see a horror flick

>that was a good nightmare


 No.13138

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>>13137

have another one, this one was around 14, where i could pretty easily lucid dream

>i'm dreaming that i'm in a river

>tangerine trees and marmalade skies, seriously, colors were trippy as fuck

>for some reason i'm drifting inside a lotus flower as if it were a floating dougnut

>realize i'm dreaming, and more flowers start drifting through

>think about fucking (duh, first thing you lucid dream bout)

>suddenly, this hot nurse clad girl starts drifting through my line of vision on a lilipad

>has a disgruntled face, she looks like she is tired of something

>starts unbuttoning her bra as she goes past and i realize she doesn't want to be there

>inb4 beta in dreams, yes i was a real beta for not fucking my dream

>she st arts scolding me for being a perv and i think "man, fu ck that shit" she just drifts by and i stay there, drifting on the river

that was actually quite soothing


 No.13139

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>>13138

this isn't actually a dream, but it was in my head, and i've always wondered what it was… any help /x/?

>taking like 4 hits of acid

>having fun, was listening to classical music and smoking cigarettes

>feel like i'm on top of the world

>close my eyes to blink, and suddenly they seal shut, like i can't control them

>a FUCKING BILLION images start flashing by my eyes

>like, every seen 1000 images in half a second? something like that

>like that for like 6 seconds

>the last image that was completely burned into my mind and eyes (if i closed them i could still see the sillhouete) was as follows

>me on the base of some stairs

>all is dark

>only a square of green light is showing from the top of the stairs

>on the top of the stairs is a figure, like a man

>everything seems to be on fire

>that was it , just that image

someone told me it was past life regressions triggered by the acid, but i nuno


 No.13140

>>13139

no stopping the dream train, have one that really confuesed my sexuality (nohomo) when i was 13

>dreamt that i was at a department store

>start getting hella horny

>walk outside and see some trucks

>need to go there for some reason

>middle of the way, look up and realize there was a walkway above me, where a woman in a skirt was passing through

>see her panties

>sohawt.png

>wake up

>have massive boner

>touch penis and biggest orgasm ever

that was fucking weird, for a while i thought it was the trucks until i remembered the girl, still weird though


 No.13141

>>13140

also, for some reason, i've nevered dreamt that i can fly. the closest i've gotten is to dream to be able to jump like 500 meters into the air and jump as much as i want mid air


 No.13142

>>13141

ohhhh, j ust rememebered the worst fucking nightmare i ever had

>10 years old

>just saw temple of doom and a special of the angry beavers on billy the kid, guy who killed you by smilling

>somehow, in my dream, they team up

>get to my house and temple of doom guy gets to work on my family, billy the kid sees me and starts walking towards me

>i run upstairs and hide, they find me of course

>for some reason, billy the kid turns on temple of doom guy

>was waaay more horrified of guy that kills you with smiles than temple of doom guy

>he turns towards me

>smiles

>i wake up

>thought for a while i was dead

man, fuck that cartoon.. i think it wasn't even angry beavers, but i couldn't sleep for a while


 No.13143

>>13142

since i used to be quite a junkie, i also regularly dream of being high on something and i start panicking since i start imagining people everywhere that know im high. reason i stopped doing that shit.

>dream i am shrooms

>with my family

>on christmas

>everyone having a good time

>im in the corner, tripping as fuck, feel sleepy (i'm asleep, duh)

>force myself to pay attention, accidentaly wake up

shieeet


 No.13475

I was in elementary school when I had this dream

>be me

>looking around the school building

>supposedly looking for everyone else to go to PE

>our gym was on the top floor (kind've what you'd consider the roof of the building)

(Some schools in my country are 4 store buildings)

>Some of my classmates were sitting on the stairs around a dog

>Husky.jpg

>doge was asleep, maybe dead, it wasn't moving

>Classmates stand up and look at me

>one of them takes some sort of chopsticks out of her pocket

>I try to run but they corner me downstairs

>they take my eyes out using those chopsticks

>I black out for a bit and when I open my eyes again Everything seems different

(Very desaturated colours or something like that)

>I see doge walking happily downstairs and out

>I go upstairs, finally into the gym

>see classmates sitting by the corner smiling at me for a second then start chatting with each other

>"You saved the dog!"

>"I told you that changing their eyes would work"

>I walk around looking for a mirror while touching my face then looking at my hands

>no blood on my skin but some on my clothes

>"is this for real?"

then I woke up. I'm 21 now and I often find myself thinking about that dream


 No.13508

>>12484

your english is fine


 No.13519

Happened a few days ago

>notice that I'm wearing all black in an edgy way

>right by me there is a tall creature

>he looked like a completely white slenderman with a spooky face

>I'm walking somewhere and hes walking right by me like a comrade

>walk into store

>lady at the cashier doesn't see us

>me and tall dude walk right by her

>think to myself "Dafuq, is she blind or something"

>hide by the fridges

>this mofo is just standing there completely out of place

>try making sound so that the lady comes

>"is she fucking deaf?"

>march towards her

>kill the bitch

What does this mean?


 No.13525

i remember some dreams i had when i was a kid

>standing inside house for no reason.

>everyone is running panicked

>everyone is also naked, including me

>they're too scared of something to notice

>look up

>the sun is coming towards us

>run like hell futilely

>sun is now a couple of inches above my head

>suddenly a limo stops in front of me

>back door opens

>dad is inside

"SON GET IN HERE"

>jump in limo

>i get a view of the city getting destroyed by the sun

"we're gonna be alright now…"

and then i wake up


 No.13526

>>13525

now that i remember.

anyone have those dreams where you' are affected by low gravity?

i keep having dreams like that, i can speed past cars by adding more and more momentum.

its kind of like semi-flying

the real terryfing shit happens on the dreams where i am being chased, and the low gravity makes it hard to grip the ground when running.


 No.13534

today I dreamed the yakuza opened my head and took chunks of my brain, I stayed alive tough, not even related I just tought it was cool.


 No.13565

>>13526

Whenever I gain lucidity in a dream and actually give enough of a damn to do anything with it, I try to fly sometimes. But I can't actually fly, so I just wind up manipulating how I'm affected by gravity and sort of float towards things. Sometimes I get a lot of momentum and try to not hit whatever too hard.


 No.13587

>>12405

>be a couple months ago

>talking with normie acquaintance on ride back from work

>talking about dreams, mentions he died in a dream

>"I've never died in my dreams, I always wake up before hand"

>go to sleep and dream deeply as I usually do

>I'm in the Airforce so some of my dreams take a more military course

>military folks are gathered around me in a big circle and I get the feeling I've done something wrong

>SSgt from my shop hands me some winter hunting jacket, tells me it blends in better than ABU's

>its winter all of a sudden?

>put it on and book it through a snowy forest

>taking huge strides but I feel like I'm in slow motion

>apparently I'm outrunning everyone like mad however

>get inside a hanger and proceed to knock over scaffolding and other stuff in front of the entrance

>there are four dudes in blue long sleeves and ABU pants just standing there looking at me

>they start attacking me and I disarm one

>they had these thin SIG like pistols

>I'm about to plug one when I notice he's a dude from my flight in basic

>Anon! Anon! You gotta help me they think I-

>four shots into the left side of my chest

>as I fall I shoot him in the stomach

>laying there fading in and out of consciousness this detective lady runs up to me

>ask her to hold my hand

>Why?

>because I was a fucking loser all my life and I haven't felt the touch of a woman in so long

>holds my hand as I fade into death

>death is cold and peaceful, I felt happy

I woke up in a cold sweat and decided to watch a movie; I put on Aeon Flux and I came to the seen where the dude got capped in the chest and the chick was holding him.

I mentally noped pretty hard


 No.13599

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> earlier today

> having weird headaches and some sort of dull, pulsating pain on my left side for the past hour or so

> reach church and wait outside the sanctuary

> without warning my head begins to feel lighter than usual and I pass out

> see a brief vision of blood running down a shower wall

> wake up feeling somewhat weirded out

> takes off shoes on a whim

> mfw it actually makes my lightheadedness go away

Maybe I need to wear properly-fitted shoes or something.


 No.13604

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>be me

>try to evoke Moloch

>fizzle.nothing. well that was a waste of effort.

>goto sleep

>"wake up" on a stone alter in some sort of fiery bullshit place

>horrible howling wind

>stench of death and brimstone

>and there he stands, the most terrifying and horrible thing I've ever seen

>a hundred feet high, grotesque in ways I can't even fucking put into words

>two heads, big head on skinny side of body, skinny head on fat side of body

>looks strait into my soul

>starts speaking

>The words are… for a lack of better terms, in the "shadow tongue" or whatever

>each syllable tears through me like a white-hot poker connected to an arc welder

>sanity roll failure, scream uncontrollably

>wake up for real puking my guts out with blood streaming from my eyes, nose, and ears

>white streaks in my hair, white patches in my beard

That fucking guy doesn't fuck around.


 No.13608

Heres a dream I had once

>dream starts in the backseat of a car

>dark parking lot, tall fence (20ft) on far side

>brick building in middle of parking lot

>door swings open with a crash

>curious me opens car door, peeks in door of building

>see steel table bolted to floor, person on the table

>see doctor with mask and scalpel

>person has been skinned alive and had their skin reattatched upside down or somthing

>their skin is pasty white, long fingers, no facial features bc wrong skin is on the face

>person is constantly screaming and thrashing

>doctor stares at me

>thing jumps up from table and runs toward door

>i run the fuck away, get back in car

>hear electrical zapping sounds from building

>look back at door, see thing walking out

>its slowly shuffling toward car

>i wake up

>scarred shitless


 No.13676

>>13604

Are you serious, skellington??


 No.13684

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>>12500

>jewish physics


 No.13685

Do you guys think demons can attack you in dreams?


 No.13686

>>13136

I love those dreams about God. I've never felt more content.


 No.13696

I have this weird reoccurring one where I am in my old house and I have two heads and my mother comes in and cuts off the second one with a hacksaw


 No.13865

>>12517

>>some weird ass black thing approaches

>>cross between a decaying seahorse and an extremely niggardly nigger

>>it takes my mom into the ocean

lmao ur dad got cucked by a seahorse faggit


 No.13866

>>12813

Have you fucked him?


 No.13874

>abstract hanging out

>talk to something young and female

>odly anatomical

>hard to get details

>moving

>wake up

>sitting on chair

>get up

>brother's friends there, he's visibly annoyed

>I was acting "wierdly"

>sure its nothing

>talk to friends

>was acting wierdly

>shit there's a video

>wasn't alone, but can't make out faces

>I was clearly the joke though, not looking too good

>made to do dumb shit

>too active to be rophynol, maybe scolopamine?

>continue wandering

>see room

>looks familiar

>no.

>whats in there?

>no.

>just a peek

>no.

>there's a girl

>no.

>13, 14

>no…

>putting her clothes back on

>shit

wake up.


 No.13904

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Not green texted, but here ya go spooky skeletons.

Going to post my latest dream for your enjoyment. Also it helps get this shit out of my head.

I'm walking around an old decrepit home, it looks as if it was built in the 1800's. Odd thing is the home has no windows and no doors. As I am exploring the upper story I notice the walls are starting to breath in and out. Almost as if the house is a living creature.

After a bit I find a room covered in symbols and runes I can't understand. The walls, floors, and ceiling are covered in them. All drawn on with a thick white chalk. Curiosity soon gets the best of me and I walk over and touch one, that's when things get really freaky. The walls, ceiling, and floor start to bleed. Drop by drop a pool forms in the center of the room, a blood chilling scream breaks the silence.

The blood reacting to the scream goes rushing out the door like a snake. I run after it, it goes room to room looking for something. Soon I'm standing at the stair case, the blood rushes down the stairs. I chase after it until i reach the last step. The blood is now a pool again at the bottom of the stairs…

My flash light is piercing the darkness and I notice a thin mist starting to form around the pool. My flashlight then starts to flicker on and off, but now the room is lighting up and blacking out with my flash light. It's almost like a strobe light now, it's hard to see as the sudden shift from light to dark is hurting my eyes. All of a sudden all lights go out including my flashlight. Another blood curdling scream, my flashlight suddenly comes back on. Suddenly a chill runs down my spine.

The mist is now much thicker, there is now a thin layer of ice on everything including myself. The room is now ice cold, almost like being out in a blizzard naked, cold. Now something is happening to the mist it is taking shape of something. The light from the flashlight helps me see what form the mist is taking, it's that of a little girl.

Except this little girl is like nothing I have ever seen. She is clearly a ghost, but she is also not a ghost. She is made of the thick mist, so she is see through, but also appears to be solid. Like if I could reach out and touch her, she would be solid. Her eyes slowly come into being they are fire red and brighter than my flashlight. She slowly grins at me, the grin turns into a smile. Her teeth, I can now see her teeth! They are pointy and in rows, much like a shark.

Her head suddenly snaps to the left and then just as suddenly and erratic, it snaps to the right. This action slowly speeds up until she lets out another scream! My light goes out… All I can see now are those eyes, those soulless red glowing eyes. The eyes are getting closer, she must be moving towards me now. Suddenly my flashlight clicks back on, she is much closer now her head still clicking left and right, now i notice all of her.

She is in a thin white gown. Her hands and forearms are made of a thick black goop, with long sickly nails growing out from her hands. Her legs are broken backwards like a goat. She is lurching forward with each step, a sickening sound erupts from her every step. The best way to compare the sound is like when you fight with a chicken leg when pulling it from the thigh.

Her screaming has yet to stop, it keeps getting louder and louder. It's almost maddening now, I want the screaming to stop. Yet it doesn't as she keeps getting closer and closer. She is nearly at the base of the stairs now. She slowly lifts her hand, it's reaching for my face. I try to run but the ice has frozen me to the floor. She is at me now, her hand inches from my face. All the lights go out, the screaming suddenly stops. I can see her eyes inches from mine, her sharky grin now visible in the dark. The flashlight suddenly snaps back on! A scream echoes out from this monster into the deepest bits of my soul. Her hand millimeters from my face now…

"I… Finally, Have You Now!"

I snap awake in a cold sweat, chills running down my body and I see those eyes for just a split second more.


 No.13940

>be in my bed

>sleeping

>suddenly i open my eyes but can't move

>a thing crawls up to me

>i remember a collar i dont actually remember how i got but i've been wearing for 4 years

>i use the collar and put it in the things head

>it lets a scream and i can move


 No.13971

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>be me at a party at a some weird place

>i start to drink heavily

>a girl younger than me comes up we start to talk

>we start having shots then for some reason

>she pours JD on a table and asks me to drink it

>i'm like fuck yeah and tip the table so that it funnels into my mouth

>she says to me "lets go somewhere else"

>"alright"

walking down a corridor with her over my shoulder

>"i feel sick"

>"o-oh alright there's a toilet up ahead"

>walk in she starts vomiting and i start taking a piss

>she walks up behind me grabs my dick midstream

>"oh hello"

>me the virgin doesn't know what to do

>hornyness takes over i pick her up

>>take her to the nearest sink and start fucking her

>she looks like pic related

>some urge to all of a sudden pull her hair

>but i'm drunk and so the first thing i do is pull on her fringe

>somehow she likes this and smiles at me

>black out

>wake up ? hours/mins later

>chuck another piss

>an indian security guard walks in

>shakes his head i look over to the sink and see my bag

>with cum stains on it

>dawns on me i was fucking my bag and it was my bag the whole time feel some major shame coming on

>he says "you need to get out and your centrelink payment will be postponed"

>shakes his head as he walks out

>i walk back to my room with my bag on my back

>every room i walk past has people fucking in it

>at my room

>two african black people laying naked on the and an indian guy playing atari on the floor

>black guy says "hahahah he's not even ripped"

>his girlfriend nods

>pull black guy off bed and start beating him

>yelling "my natty potential hasn't been reached yet while tears streaming down my face"

dream ends

What does it mean


 No.14155

I get recurring dreams about running/crawling on all fours.

Also once had a dream where I literally lived like an entire lifetime. Met guy from highschool, dated, got married, had kids, bought house/car, kids got older, etc etc. When the dream ended I was devastated at "losing" "my" husband and children, and actually wept.

That dream fucked me up and I still get rustled thinking about it.


 No.14157

>>14155

>be 7ish, I was young

>Enter dream, running away with a group of people in the streets sort of like in those monster movies

>run into building

>we all are stuck against a wall

>Suddenly the ceiling is ripped open by a giant baby

>the baby is cooing and grabbing people.

>I manage to escape and run away

Thats all I remember from when I was a kid.


 No.14900

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bumped

I was in a crowd full of people, pic related and me were having some kind of gunfight with old fashioned hand guns that never seemed to run out of bullets. What the flying fuck?


 No.14907

Fresh from my mind, lads. This morning I woke up remembering some dream I had, possibly the first one in months or years.

>first thing I remember was being in a house

>then I see John Carmack

>yes, id software john carmack. I greet him with enthusiasm

>he invites me to go downstairs to what appears to be the basement, walls are covered in posters, but their content isn't clear, never saw the basement itself

>next scenario

>I find myself next to a pool, with a guy that appears to be naked, tan, and blonde.

>can't remeber much else. we're suddenly talking about motivation or some shit, and he makes me repeat some mantra.

>by the way, I'm naked as well.

>I ask him what would be a nice beverage to down some plastic pieces that I ate earlier, don't ask

>he tells me that beer should do it.

>so I look for it in a fridge inside the house

>I see someone, so I try and hide

>the naked tan guy tells me I shouldn't be ashamed

>then I snap to the house's doorstep, there are a few more people around

>fortunately, this time around I'm dressed

>I sight some chicks eyeing me, and a friend of mine, Alex.

That's about everything I remember.


 No.15023

>Be in bros basement with his and my gf

>Me and bro fighting with metal pipes like they're swords

>decide to stop after he smacks me on the neck, leaving a bruise

>take the pipes into the laundry room

>suddenly sharp pain in my foot

>some fucking weird ass red and black spider bit me

>world starts to shift, gf is now gone

>tell bro and his gf Im gonna call an ambulance

>look at my hands, they're pruning and unpruning rapidly

>run upstairs to get a phone

>suddenly lose all pretense of sanity, bring my arms up so they're "t-rexing", let out a bleat and charge towards the front door, as the world blurs

>wake up, gf freaking out about whatever the fuck that noise I made in my dream was (apparently i actually made it).


 No.15463

bumped


 No.15487

>last night

>having a very lucid dream

>be riding my bike, keep seeing something out of the corner of my eye

>shrug it off and keep riding

>suddenly sees a little girl with one arm

>stops before i hit her and say hello

>little girl just smiles at me

>little girls face distorts

>becomes some sort of demon

>suddenly coming towards me

>nope

>tackled on the ground

>demon tries to stick some sort of needle in me

>wake up confused


 No.15531

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>11 years old

>Lucid dreaming before I know what it is.

>Most of dream is irrelevant

>Mom shows up with some guy attacking her

>Save her via pushing the guy in front of a car.

>Mom smiles sadly, we hang out for a bit but overall dream is just… limbo-y. Vaguely happy, but bittersweet feeling.

>Just before waking up she hugs me tight.

>"This is a dream you know."

>Say "I know."

>Stop hugging Mom and she still looks really sad for some reason.

>About to say 'I love you' but I'm pulled away by some force and there is nothing. Can still see myself, talk and move but there is literally nothing.

>"Hear Mom's voice from really far away:

>"I'm sorry and I love you too."

>woke up bawling eyes out

My mom was never nice to me in real life. Very abusive and bitter after a failed marriage left her broken and penniless.


 No.15533

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>aunt brings me single malt from Scotland

>have nightmares about having friends over and one of them drinks the whole bottle without me knowing

>Scotland declares war on USA

>WWIII starts over this bottle of scotch

>mfw apocalypse happens and I'm out of scotch


 No.15536

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>last night

>fall asleep, have this dream

>dreaming I wake up from my bed to hear little grunts and ooks

>take the black bat from beside our bedroom door and open the door into darkness, still very drowsy

>It's barely morning so I can faintly see outlines of human shapes against the blackness

>I creep into the living room slowly and look around me to see around 12 pitch black niggers just fucking sulking standing around my living room

>they reek of Cheetos(?)

>although drowsy I resolve to take on the subhuman menace

>they don't seem to notice me

>I raise my bat toward one of the dindus, say "Ooga Booga, Where The White Women At?" In the slowest voice I can, and swing

>I'm too slow from sleep and they kindof phase out of the way of my bat

>I continue to ook and eek as I attempt to affirm my dominance over the non mobile ultra nigger spectres

And then it faded to black and I woke up.


 No.15553

Okay this was last night.

>go to summer camp with friends

>not actually a summer camp, it's a stadium with tall platforms and those foam gymnastics mats

>we're supplied with razor blades and needles to throw at each other

>don't want to hurt my friends or get hurt myself so I just ball up on the ground

>feel hundreds of needles pierce my skin

>they stop

>look around, there are needles and they come out easily

>most of them are fucking fishhooks

>suddenly we're in the car ready to go home

>I'm driving

>look at my hands

>on my right hand I'm missing my index finger, my ring finger, part of the flesh from my middle finger, most of my pinky finger

>put head in hands and cry

>can feel all my fingers

>look again

>configuration has changed but I don't notice

>chalk up feeling fingers as my brain adapting to the trauma

>wonder how I'm gonna vidya

>friend (who doesn't exist IRL) shows me his hands

>he's missing all ten fingers

>ask why

>keep asking why

>over and over

>get out of car to go back inside and confront whoever is running this horrible establishment

>trip

>there are yet more fish hooks in my feet and legs

>pull them out and keep stumbling toward the building

>wake up

>realize it was a dream

>check fingers

>cry tears of joy


 No.15554

>>15553

Oh right, also at one point a few of those tall stacks of foam fell on me and a few others along with a bunch of scaffolding. I got crushed and I think that's how I lost my fingers. None of the weapons were big enough to actually cause any long term damage aside from scars or I guess blinding on their own.


 No.15648

>>15553

Thinking back on this one I like to sleep on my stomach with my arm under the pillow. Maybe my arm fell asleep and my brain interpreted the lack of input as damage.


 No.15658

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>>12405

I've been having prophetic dreams for the last few years, some of them have come true, and they're big

First on that came true:

some years back I had this one

>be asleep

>dream that I'm on the balcony

>look out into the ocean to see ships ablaze

>look over my shoulder to see someone, but I can't make out who it is

>"the sailor will survive"

>be me

>few days ago

>decide to go on vacation to Galveston

>fucking place is identical to the dream

>See ships creating a bunch of smoke in the distance

>flashback to the dream

>turn on TV

>4 marines gunned down by Islamic terrorist in the USA

>then I hear: "there is also a critically wounded sailor among the injured, but she will

survive."

Now /x/, the next prophetic dream is fucking spooky, but I don't doubt it will happen

>hear sirens

>we all start panicking, like we knew it would happen, but we kept brushing it off like it wouldn't.

>I'm in a hole, a deep one at that

>hear the blasts

>we think it's over, so we leave the hole

>we head back to my home where we get out of the car and stand in the parking lot of what I guess is my future home, since it appears i have the keys to get inside.

>stand there and just watch the mushroom clouds begin to form in the distance.

>suddenly, everyone including myself starts to run in circles, I hear a voice, and then the dream ends.


 No.15661

This dream happened 4 or so years ago, and I don't have the greatest memory so I don't remember much.

>got a huge ass box of movies from someone

>going through them, I think either a parent or my younger brother was helping me go through them

>find one I can't remember anything about that's sitting in the box and instantly reference the fact that I had a nightmare many years previously related to it out loud to myself

>dream jumps to me sitting in a car with mom, brother and uncle, (I think this was in the original nightmare, because it struck me that it was odd that I was the age I was having the dream after waking up)

Don't remember much else from that, and the nightmare I had was when I was ~6 or 7, and I think it was due to a horror movie that I had watched but all I remember from that is having to deal with maggots and a really creepy face from the movie being put on a huge screen when being told how me and all of the other kids there were stuck at some water park forever.

Only other thing I have is remembering that I saw a ghost in a really shitty basement of some building I never entered and heard what sounded like me screaming in real life, but nobody said anything about it that day.


 No.15690

>>15658

>be asleep

>dream that I'm on the balcony

>look out into the ocean to see ships ablaze

I shit you not, that's exactly how my first lucid dream started. I just opened my balcony expecting to see everything flooded and found out a beach with ships ablaze in the distance.

Anyway, talking about prophetic dreams, I once had one that made me shit my pants.

>be 16-17

>dream of a hardcore train wreckage in the village where my aunt lives

>aunt died in that accident along many other passengers

>wake up

>hear from my grandmother that there has been a train accident in the village where my aunt lives

>shit_brix.png

Luckily, unlike in my dream, nobody died and there were just a few injured travellers.

I've also had a dream this night about what I remember as a series of events leading to what it seemed like a coup d'etat. The first country that came to mind was Russia, I think, but I don't have it very clear.

The dictator was wearing a black suit, and talking in front of a great audience, inside what seemed like a theatre. All I can remember about what he said is that it was horrible enough to wake me up violently.


 No.15699

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>>12405

>be asleep

>in some kind of desert

>3 amigos with me, we're talking about some shit

>a cool-grey stone with the size of a watermelon slowly hovers diagonally downward behind their head

>disappears behind the horizon

>chills down my spine

>itshappening.jpg

>nope?

>ground starts to rumble subtly

>NOPE

>thin yellowish line appears on horizon

>starts growing

>NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

>turn and see our house

>shoddy white-walled hut

>if only I can make it behind it (as if that would help)

>bolt out

>sand makes me run slow

>hot wind blows

>almost reach edge

>tide of blaze throws me against the front wall

>good half second of burning

>brief thought of how it's alright anyway

>wake up

>10/10 would live through again

>tfw the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had


 No.15705

>end of the world, parents talking about it

>go to 2nd floor

>look at the sky

>sun goes black then a red moon shows up

>red moon gets hotter or something, I can't remember. Maybe it's actually the Wormwood star or a nuke

>dread

>it gets hotter and hotter, I can feel it. It's like I'm dying

>see multiple sets of gears, like clockwork going up and down. The vision has the lights and the colors of the 21st Century Fox logo, like they were in a golden stadium or platform. I still don't know what they mean, maybe it's supposed to show how God is in control and everything is set in stone

>wake up terrified still feeling like it's hot

>google it up, convert and never 4get


 No.15921

>>15661

Had dreams about elevators the past two nights.

First one

>have to go to college at some really fancy Greek style building that seems more like it's a government building than a college building

>with a group of people that gets on an elevator

>me and some other guy get on, and a third stays off and is fucking with me and the other guy

>someone goes to hit the controls and the door closes

>instead of going up/down normally, the elevator starts falling and the dream ends almost right after

Second one isn't nearly as bad.

>at a hotel with friends I don't have and I think family was there as well

>was going to an elevator to go up to visit a room or something

>decide to go to a different one by going down a hallway and get on it

>elevator is built in such a way that it can support holding cars for some reason

>end up getting stuck on it for ages because the controls are wildly different from what they normally are

>eventually get to a garage level where someone I know asks me about getting somewhere and then I wake up

Anyone have any ideas what they could mean? Only thing I can think of is that I feel like I've lost control over my life.


 No.15926

>recurring dream

>had it once or twice a year from when I was 10 to when I was about 15

>be me

>be in an unfamiliar, suburban town

>nobody on the streets

>no doors or windows on the houses

>billboards everywhere, but they're all blank

>get an uncontrollable urge to start running

>something is behind me

>try to turn and look

>my neck can't move

>all i can do is run

>just run

>run until i find the one house with a door

>go inside

>first floor is just one big dull blue room

>everything is blue

>all sorts of shit piled up everywhere

>i distinctly remember a bike in the corner for some reason

>fucking spiderwebs everywhere too

>don't spend much time taking in the scenery

>continue to the next floor

>feel it closing in on me

>this was where i woke up first

>unable to dream for a week

>waking in a cold sweat every night

>next time i had the dream, i made it to the second floor

>everything was yellow

>there were lots of boxes and drawers

>the ceiling was lower here

>i had to crawl, which slowed me down a lot

>i made it here faster this time, so I was able to keep going

>the next floor was red

>i couldn't clearly see what was in here

>a strange sound gave me a headache

>like two styrofoam blocks rubbing each other from every direction

>this is where I woke up most times

>but the last time I had this dream i kept going

>i somehow lifted the ceiling in the red room so i could keep moving

>next floor was an empty green floor, made of trees

>i remembered it, and feared that room more than whatever was behind me for some reason

>didn't remember why

>reached the roof

>suddenly in a white cube

>turn around

>i was being chased by myself

>hug the me that was chasing me

>wake up

>feel better about life in general


 No.15960

>be me

>asleep

>wake up

>trip

>fall

>wake up

wat


 No.16348


 No.16368

i had a genereic dream about dumb things

But near the end i see this group of 4 or 5 people surrounding a girl with some weird Blue tunic/gown

>A woman cleans a pair of shiny silver/chromed scissors and handle them to the girl

>A man with a suit and a weird neckpiece gives the girla bluish hat/headpiece

>Tells her she failed to become Lilith but now she must become "Ra…." (cannot comprehend the full Word)

>girl nods and walks away into a deeper darker room

It felt too depp.ish for my standard shitpost tier dreams


 No.16395

Dream Land adventures

1/?

>before fully conscious of actions

>going down fleshy elevator

>can't move

sudden timeskip

>sitting at cart in a grocery store

>everything is blue

>pet section

>see people

>realize that everything is blue because x-ray vision

>skeltals everywhere

>spooked

after that i was suddenly aware of what i was doing. I was 3 and asking what a steak was.

2/?

>in forest

>10 foot cliff

>ladder

>descend ladder in to green oblivion

>why am i wearing wario's clothes?

3/?

fast forward to high school

>laptop in bed

>strange hypnosis video

>thisgonbegood.gif

>sit through boring video

>near end

>his finger snaps can put me in sleep paralysis and back

>he won't stop snapping

>at video's mercy

>regret watching video

4/?

>be me

>at water park

>everything midget sized

>ride anyway

>spiral slide

>whee

>too fast

>go right over

>land on ass

>hurts but play anyways

>found people to play with

>Fatso, Max, Skinny

>we all head under the slides

>found a fuse box

>Fatso: there's a little voice in head that's saying this is a bad idea

>Max turns everything off anyways

>Max: it's not like anyone's gonna know it was us

>Skinny's voice comes from our right

>Skinny: except for maybe this camera

>realize he was staring at the camera probably since we got here

>red flashing lights and klaxon

>RUNYOUFOOLS.mp3

>uniformed park people and the owner comes out

>everyone is fighting

>I run

>dodge some uniformed lackeys

>jump the fence onto a race track

>car coming at me

>jump off hood

>escape into the forest

5/5

>live in comfy home

>parents leave me to babysit little sister

>never had little sister, but loli imouto was a cute

>went to sleep cuddling loli

>wake up on an inflatable raft

>middle of ocean

>typhoon

>2 helium filled balloons tied to raft

>have a pie tin

>taking on water

>i miss my loli


 No.16430

>be me

>be around 12 or 13

>be able to lucid dream

>always make myself a bad ass action hero

>be banging misty from Pokemon because I was fucking 12 or 13

>one night go to bed like normal

>decide I wanted to lucid dream, did not know that's what it was at the time

>always had a way to wake my self up, would shut my eyes really tight, take a deep breath, swallow the air and hold it in my chest and I would wake up.

>dream starts at my friends house, perfect rendition of it.

>dream starts off cool, we are playing halo on their projector TV, his mom made us beagle bites. Was cool.

>his parents go to bed, we keep playing video games.

>look outside the windows, it's getting dark, darker then normal, I tell him.

>we get scared, decide to wake his parents.

>on the way to his parents room hear thunder and see flash of red.

>run screaming into his parents room, notice this strange wooden box thing to the right as soon as we go into their room.

>start shaking their parents to wake them, they roll over and are rotting corpses.

>he tells me to grab his dad's gun from the night stand, I do.

>we run back to the living room.

>on the way back earthquake, floor splits open and friend falls in.

>nothing but blackness, faint dark red hue coming from the bottom, growing brighter and brighter.

>I fall back, scooting away from the pit, scared shirtless

>up rises a being of fire, large oval head, dark flaming eyes.

> I shoot the gun I had, it did nothing.

>thing looks at me, I get on my knees and try to wake my self up, closing my eyes and holding my breath.

>can't wake up, begin slamming gun on the floor shouting to wake up.

>thing spoke to me in a dee voice as his eyes narrowed.

>"this is no dream, for this is a prophecy of things to come."

>created a sword of flame and swig it at me

>woke up in cold sweat.

>tell no one, though it just a crazy dream out of control.

> go to said friends house to spend the night.

>go into his parents room, to the right is a large wooden box, I ask what it is, "it's a personal sauna anon."

>friend tells me how his dad just got a new gun and it's so fun to shoot, and they would take me out shooting some time

>never spent the night again after that.


 No.16630

bump


 No.16963

>in dreamland

>see an arcade

>head inside for tons-o-fun

>see lots of cute girls

>various ripoff arcade cabinets of irl games

>all look fun

>karaoke machine in very back corner catches my eye

>get the idea to sing to impress ladies B)

>walk over to machine

>cant see the screen clearly, something about it didnt look right

>guy dressed in 70s clothing butts in before i reach the machine

>puts in coins and starts singing "Don't stop me now"

>i wanted that song

>realize machine takes special tokens to play

>go to coin converter, get loaded

>friend i dont actually know signals me to go play another game

>decline and return focus back to karaoke machine

>70s man is finally done

>finally approach machine face to face

>baby blue tint, wide screen, blank gray display, microphone is rainbow colored, looked like it was made on a low res 3d program

>attempted to put in coins

>coins turned into small dark blue pills

>moderately pissed about all these mishaps

>starts shoving pills into coin slot

>determined to sing "Bohemian Rhapsody"

>background noises went silent

>big red button appeared out of nowhere

>assume its the start button

>push.jpg

>loud screech followed by "error 404" on display

>everything digitally corrupts and all i see is a common blue screen error

>wakes up with painful migraine

>realize my brain was trying to get me to avoid that

>still sad that i didnt get to sing


 No.16993

I had an interesting dream last night.

There wasn't really a whole lot to it. I was walking around in the neighborhood of my parents place, where I went to school. Anyways back in those days my best friend lived down the street from us, and while I was walking around I noticed someone I recognized, that is that my dream self recognized, as that same friend's younger sister. This didn't seem weird to dream-me at the time, but my friend never had a younger sister, just an older one.

We talked in the dream about what we were doing over the years while walking around the neighborhood. It was kinda weird though because she kept walking faster and urging me to walk faster too. That's the last thing I really remember happening.

Anyway it just seems weird to me cause my friend never had a younger sister, and his older sister had a different name. And why wouldn't my dream self know that?


 No.17000

>In an old wooden church

>storming outside

>existence is ending

>you know how most creation myths begin with the void? Imagine what came before the void.

>the nothing beyond nothing. A nonexistence total, absolute and universally pervasive throughout all planes of reality.

>that was coming

>obviously nonexistence didn't look like anything, but it's approach was represented by a massive 16-armed invisible star. It's "herald", if you will.

>so anyways, in church, packed with people

>and gods

>Jesus, Buddha, Vishnu, Thor, Dionysis, even fucking Godzilla

>countless gods from every pantheon ancient and modern, mixed in with the people like ordinary joes

>not much for them to be high and mighty over. They were going to end too, and their heavens.

>most had given up, gods and men alike, but some were planning

>option one: Jesus had prepped his realm, the christian heaven, to use as a bunker

>a small contingency of warrior gods would sacrifice themselves as a distraction so that all souls and every remaining god could be evacuated to christian heaven

>the heaven would be sealed off permanently from reality. Everything else, the earth, the physical universe, all other heavens, would be sacrificed. We would be trapped, but we would be safe. For now.

>but the nothing would find us eventually

>but there was another option: all-out assault

>every god pulling out every trick from every book. Gods fusion-dancing together into new creation. All of existence banding together to empower them like a universal spirit bomb.

>do this. It's glorious.

>but will it work?

>wake up

>fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-


 No.17032

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Oh have I got some sp00ky dreams for you anons. Something you should know is that when I have vivid dreams, they stick with me for some reason. I can remember years and years later the littlest details about the dreams and what happened after I woke up.

So let's start from the beginning.

>Be me, probably 6 years old

>be sleeping in the living room, because of a sweet, sweet wood stove located there

>It's winter, I was cold as fuck in my bed, wooden stove was so, so warm

>Quickly fall asleep

>have a nightmare about my house and my family

>The house is very distorted, all florescent colors and jagged angles

>Looks like Tim Burton's wet dream

>Know immediately something's wrong but don't realize it's a dream, get up and start searching for my family

>Turn down a corridor, the only corridor in the house mind you, and there they are, all four of my family members

>They'd been looking for me, they knew something was wrong too

>Start to run towards them but the house keeps them away

>Hallways actively stretching to keep them away from me, further and further they go like the house is elastic

>Monsters start climbing out of the wood work

>Like the classic monsters. Frankenstein, the mummy, etc.

>Which is strange because I wasn't allowed to watch scary movies as a young child. I have no idea where these images came from at my young age

>Suddenly the floor opens up and there's fire

>Family no longer in sight

>hecomes

>Mother fucking Satan rises up from out of the floor, red skin, horns, pitch fork the whole deal

>Says something about how I'll never see my family again in a deep, distorted voice

>Mfw speak of the devil

>Scream

>Wake up in a panic, sit up and look around trying to spot the devil and run

>Realize it was a nightmare, hot as fuck because of the wooden stove

>Scoot away from the stove and try to fall back asleep unsuccessfully, too scared of the devil.

>Eventually pass out from exhaustion close to sunrise.

That's the earliest nightmare I can remember. More to come, prepared to be spooked fuckers!


 No.17033

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Spooky dreams part 2, here we go

>Be somewhere between the ages of 7 and 8

>New house, not the same as the one I had the devil dream in

>Trying to fall asleep

>fucking bed time man

>Struggle for a long time, get up a couple of times to sneak a piece of left over pizza from the fridge

>Eventually start to fall asleep… but something's wrong

>Whole perspective starts to go fuzzy. My eyes are closed, but it looks like everything is just going grey and fuzzy

>Fuzzy feeling intensifies over my entire body

>Realize I can't move

>become very panicked as the fuzzy feeling only increases like I'm slowly falling into oblivion

I realize now that this was an episode of sleep paralysis. I've never had one before this as far as I'm aware and I haven't had one since, and it lead to one of the most depressing and yet horrifying nightmares of my life, continued below.

>Eventually fall into oblivion, only to be dropped off at the corner of nope street and Hell avenue

>Be dreaming

>Not me in the dream, no me in sight

>Instead I'm following someone like I'm a camera

>Shabby clothing, dirty and torn, no real colors to them anymore

>No real color to anything for that matter, just various shades of grey and black and nothing else

>Person is running but being quiet, jumping over rubble and broken pieces of building

>It's night time, they're in a city

>They're running from something, but I don't know what. They're just very frantic, afraid of being caught

>Don't ever see them turn around, even if they did their face would be obscured by the cloth wrapped around their head

>Eventually gets to a point where they stop, lean up against a wall and look out over the side

>They're trying to see something, or see if something can see them.

>A voice, someone calling the person's name.

>They look around, and there's another person in rags, bigger, broader, obviously a man even through the clothing that hides all features

>Person relaxes and steps away from the wall, stepping out into the open street.

>The two meet in the middle and share a hug. It's touching. Ash falls from the sky.

>They pull away from each other and immediately get back into action, ducking behind a building and crawling through rubble.

>Eventually they come out to an intersection. There's an old shop, just a small little thing compared to all the other builds that's mostly intact save for two walls.

>There's another person there, sitting cross legged in front of a fire

>The fire is the only source of light for miles. it's so small compared to the oppressive dark around it

>the two sit down by the fire and take off the rags around their heads, revealing the first to have been a woman with dirty, matted brown hair and the second to be a black man.

>They talk, about surviving, supplies, what made things as they are

>It wasn't war, it wasn't disease, it wasn't the Apocalypse

>It was Them. Whoever, whatever Them is.

>Any mention of Them begets a moment of silence so that the three of them can listen for any signs of Them, like they're omnipotent and can be summoned just by someone talking about them

>Woman asks if there's any hope

>Man at the fire says there never was.

And that's when I woke up in the early hours of the morning, just happy to be awake. I thought for sure that I was the woman in the dream, didn't even realize that I was just an observer. It was so frightening to think that there was something watching these people just around the corner in the darkness, and I knew there was too. They knew it as well, whoever those people were.

This particular dream is unique, because it's the first of three dreams I've had that take place in this dreary post apocalyptic setting. Each time I've had it it's always been the same three people, but each dream would be different fundamentally like they were episodes in a series. I'll write more about the other two dreams as they come chronologically, there's more spooks to be had before then!


 No.17035

Nightmare number three, let's keep it going.

>Be me, 11 or so now

>Sleeping over at my cousins house

>Been a long night, time to settle down and -

>Fall asleep before that sentence even gets finished

>Dream of my cousin's house, bit for bit. It's a pretty fucking sweet house.

>Me, my cousin, my sister, brother, and my other cousin all decide to go for a walk in the woods behind cousin's house

>We'reofftoseethewizardthewonderfulwizardofOz.gif

>Go exploring for a very long time

>Night falls

>Somehow get separated from the rest of the group

>Didn't know it was so dark until then

>But then it's not dark, there's lights coming from the trees

>Strange blue lights, like candles

>Feel like something's watching me, studying, scrutinizing

>See my Cousin, he's been looking for me

>Can't find the other three, is getting very worried about them

>No time to worry though, why?

>A motherfucking T-Rex in the motherfucking woods

>They say ten pounds of shit bricks were shat

>We ran, the T-rex chased

>Being small and agile and able to dodge trees, we got ahead of it

>That's when we noticed the oil

>Thick, dark pools of it are everywhere it seems, festering and bubbling. Pretty gross.

>Oil on the ground, oil in the trees

>Cousin says we can't be touched by it

>I wholeheartedly agree

>T-rex doesn't seem to notice though, continues it's advance

>We jump over pools of oil, trying to get to the tree line

>Hear the T-rex scream and look back, it's got lots of oil on it now dropped from trees, stepped in, etc

>Oil is eating away at the T-rex's flesh, buts and bone visible within seconds

>Turn back around and run for my life after my cousin who's cleared the trees

>Burst out into the back yard

>See the swing set my cousin has, except that it's melting

>Not from oil though, acid. Noxtious green acid

>Also my brother's there, in the acid, half melted and still alive

>Think about trying to save my brother but my cousin runs up and grabs me

>Too late anon, we have to go before it rains!

>Look up to see black clouds in the sky, darker than the night

>Block clouds of oil

>T-Rex bursts out of the woods as well

>extra incentive to run to the basement and get inside just as it started to rain

>Watch the oil rain drill through the T-rex like bullets

>T-rex falls, down and out

>Step away from the window and follow cousin upstairs

>No one's home, everyone's just up and vanished

>No sign of sister or other cousin, really starting to flip shit over that fact

>Cousin goes and gets a couple of his dad's guns, gives me one

>We step outside onto his porch that wraps around his house and is protected by the roof, looking and calling for anyone

>World is gone, all is black with oil that continues to rain..

>Look out over the railing towards where the basement door is while cousin goes to the opposite side of the porch

>Acid pit seems immune to the oil, jumps out and latches onto the melted T-rex's bones

>Then I see the demons.

>Horrible, black oily things with fierce yellow eyes all climbing up from out of the oil

>Flip shit and run to go get my cousin

>Demons on the porch, coming in from all sides

>Have to get inside, forget about cousin

>Go inside and slam the door, holding the gun and wondering what use it'll be against such a supernatural horde

Then I woke up. What's very, very strange about this dream in particular is that it was a shared dream. My cousin dreamed almost the exact same thing. He dreamed we all went out into the woods together and went exploring, only to have me get separated from everyone else. Some trees ate his brother and my sister, like straight up tore them to shreds. That's when he went to find me, my brother had run off and ended up in the pool of acid. He mentioned the oil but not much after that, not the T-rex, not the demons and not his missing parents. I can only assume he forgot more of his nightmare than I did, but it's still one of the most dreadful dreams I've ever had.


 No.17036

Number four and five baby, spootacular!

>Be sleeping

>All is darkness. Nothing but black

>Then out of the darkness, a monkey

>That evil fucking money

>The kind with the big eyes and the yellow vest

>Symbols in it's grubby monkey paws, clanging together

>Big fucking teeth pulled back in a not-so-smile, more like a grimace

>You know what I mean, it's a famous fucking toy

>Monkey just bashes his symbols together in the dark

>Playmonkeyplay

>That's it, that is the dream

For some reason, that dream in particular freaked me out when I was young, probably because I had no idea what was going on. Now this next one might not have been a dream. I honestly can't remember, I just know that it happened and oooooooh fuck, if it's not a dream it's easily the scariest thing that's happened to me ever.

>Be 13

>Out on the living room couch because my brother refuses to go to bed on time on a school night and is staying up playing video games when I'm trying to sleep

>Fucking prick

>Quick lay out of the living room

>It's a trailer, so it's the first room you walk into

>Sister has her own bed in the living room against the wall

>She's asleep. Above her is a mirror

>The clown mirror

>Let me explain

>My dad had a very ironic look on clowns

>He "hated" them, in the sense that he knew they were all evil spawns of hell sent to steal our flesh and wear it as their own

>Used to tell stories about evil clowns all the time, they were pretty scary but mostly we just laughed because of how he told him

>Back to the mirror

>This thing is covered in clowns. Little clown figurines, little clown shaped bottles, clown posters

>It was a fucking shrine of evil clowns

>One was more evil than the rest

>This clown was a bobble head of some kind, the head could be detached though

>Clown wore very little make up, just green around his lips which were drawn back in a hideous smile with big sharp teeth

>Piercing red eyes, little hat on top his red hair

>Icecream in one hand, bloody axe in the other

>We have no idea where this thing came from. We honestly don't. Dad doesn't remember buying it, none of us remember finding it

>It was just… there one day.

>Back to the dream/maybe not a dream

>I'm laying on the living room couch, sister is fast asleep

>Room is pitch dark, but most of all quiet

>Out of the quiet, I hear a noise like something was moving

>Roll over and call out my sister's name

>No response. Try again with brother, dad and step mom

>None at all. All is quiet.

>Roll back over, try to get back to sleep.

>Roll over again after some time and there it is

>That fucking evil clown, laying on the couch next to me facing my way

>Ice cream in one hand, bloody axe in the other.

>Grab it and throw it across the living room

>Now this is what makes me think it might have been a dream

>Wake up some time later sitting bolt upright

>get up and go turn on the living room light, look to the clown mirror

>There is he, just like he was when I came in there to sleep. None of them have moved.

>What I saw is still fresh in my mind, but I hear a distinct lack of noise coming from my room

>So I go back in there to sleep, just in case.

Not long after that, that evil clown's head came up missing. We don't know where it went, it just up and vanished one day. I'm pretty sure I still have it's body in a box in my closet somewhere. It's not done anything spooky since then.


 No.17037

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Nightmare number 6, the return of apocalypse now.

>Fall asleep and dream

>It's them, the three people sitting around the fire

>It's like they never moved… but they have.

>The building is different, the fire is smaller and there's a fourth person there now

>Can't make out their features, too far away from the fire

>I'm again absent from the scene, just an onlooker

>Feeling of utter dread returns. It's like I never left this dark and dreary world

>Know through dream logic that it's day time, and yet everything is still so dark

>everyone around the fire is pretty quiet, not saying much and when they do they keep their voices down

>Can't let Them hear and come to their location after all

>The dream goes on like this, the four of them quietly talking about their circumstances and debating what to do next

>Then I see Them

>Oh god, I can see Them.

>They're horrifying, not human, not demons, not aliens

>Something lovecraftian, spawns of Cthulhu

>StraightOuttaR'lyeh.movie

>Kind of remind of of the monsters from Cloverfield now that I think about them

>They blend right in with the colorless rubble. If they weren't moving I wouldn't have noticed them

>Try to call out to the people and warn them, tell them to put out the fire

>They're here, they're going to get them!

>I'm silent. I don't make a sound. I'm not there, I'm just an observer, powerless to help or intervene.

>This isn't my dream, it's a reality that I have no control over. They rule here.

>This is the feeling I got watching these things creep closer to the fire, clinging to walls and scraping along broken streets while the only four living beings I'd ever seen were clueless to their advance.

It ended with Them being right up on them, just outside of the light of the fire. When next I dreamed about this world, it was about two years ago.

>Dream of the woman, running towards me.

>Black man isn't too far behind, catching up quickly

>There's screams. Lots of screams. Not all of them human.

>The two split up, saying something about finding one another again.

>They follow.

>The fire is put out, all is dark and grey.

>No colors, no hope. Only Them.

>Follow the woman, because she's been the most familiar person in this dreamscape. She was the first I'd seen, and she'd be the last if this was the end of this trilogy.

>It's like the first dream again, she's ducking around corners and climbing over rubble except this time They are actively pursuing her.

>Never get a very good look at Them, always just out of sight for both me and the woman

>Despite being right behind her the entire time, when she looks back she doesn't see me.

>Just running, always running.

>Eventually she skids behind a door and presses up against the wall, sitting on the floor and holding her breath

>They rush past, apparently not seeing her go through

>Never noticed how quiet They were until that moment, or at least how quiet They were while moving

>Like fog moving over the ground if you've ever heard that before

>She pokes her head out of the door then ducks back in

>Quickly finds a window and opens it

>Makes sure none of Them are around before stepping out of the window, hanging from it for a second, then jumping

>A couple of stories below

>Lands in a crumpled heap but is fine, she gets up and starts to move again

>This is life here. Constantly running an avoiding Them, trying to keep in contact with people but only being able to maintain it for so long

>This must be what Limbo is like. No hope, no sunshine, only Them.

I woke up feeling dazed and just stared for a little bit before realizing I was awake again. This was when I really started to notice that I'd been having this reoccurring dream, or rather a reoccurring setting. I've never heard of this kind of reoccurring dream before, so I have to assume that it's unique to me. Or maybe it is a recurring dream and I've only been able to remember parts of it at a time. I don't know. I haven't had that dream setting in a while now, but I'm always going to remember the depressing, doomed vibe that I get from it.


 No.17039

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Last one for now, I promise. This I dreamed about last night.

>Be me, last night, sleeping

>dreaming of Metal Gear Solid

>Fuck yeah Snake

>For some reason I'm in an auditorium

>Like the kind at your local high school

>Lots of people are there, no idea what the occasion is

>Too busy fighting Metal Gear

>Something's wrong though

>The game's not being right, something's off about it

>Can't tell what it is though

>Suddenly the lights go out and there's a siren

>SilentHill.jpg

>Everyone starts to panic, trying to find loved ones in the dark

>I stumble about for a bit and come across some friends

>One of these friends is standing next to a book

>I pick it up, have a look

>"The Necronomicon"

>Oh fuck.

>Suddenly I recognize what was wrong with MGS

>The game was projecting signs about the Necronomicon

>The Elder Sign, enemies acting crazy for no reason, etc.

>Know instantly what's inside that book

>Knowledge of the elder evils, how to summon the apocoalypse, etc.

>Know that no mortal should ever read these words

>Keep a close fucking watch on it from then on, hugging it to my chest and everything and wondering if someone had already read it.

>One of the older adults, a teacher or something, speaks up over the panicked shouts and asks people to get into small groups so they could do a headcount

>I find my way to a group when there's a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder

>The light from the lightning never leaves the room though, at least not entirely. It keeps the auditorium lit up in an eerie glow

>At least we can see again

>Sit next to a friend of mine named Eric, and beside him is a mutual friend of ours Nikita

>She tries to reassure us that it's nothing serious but I know better considering the book I have a hold of

>Another friend of mine from another group named Jordan suddenly starts saying he knows what's causing all of this

>Says he had a vision of North Korea

>The capital city

>He pulls out a deck of cards and builds a few paper houses to illustrate

>He said that one moment everything was normal, then a great terrible shadow loomed over the city

>he said it was responsible for what was happening here

>"We're all doomed."

>TimesEnd.mp3

>Decide that I'd had enough of that and offer to go sit over by a far wall with Eric

>He agrees and we move away from the group. Then it starts to rain indoors

>No clouds, no warning, just sheets of rain.

>We get to the wall and sit down. A little girl asks her mom what the Elder Evils were

>Eric and I both explained to her that they were beings as old as the creation of the universe, or older, or perhaps from another universe entirely

>We explained that they were beyond our comprehension, that they weren't meant for humans to know about

>We tell her that they're responsible for what's happening

>"He comes."

And that's about where the dream ended. I've got to say, the trilogy might have the most hopelessness of any nightmare I've ever had, but no dream has ever just been filled with a sense of unstoppable doom as last night's dream was.

Anyways, I can't remember anymore of my nightmares right now so I'm going to stop posting. Enjoy my spooky stories you fuckbois. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn


 No.17075

>Lightbulb

>nothing else

>it would flicker on and off

>each time it was off it felt as if I couldn't breathe

>eventually it didn't turn on

>physically feel as though I'm suffocating

>wake up

not very scary, but that dream has stuck with me for years and years


 No.17114

File: 1439747888526.png (9.64 KB, 302x473, 302:473, spooky.png)

Not exactly scary:

>be in dark building

>going through rooms and hallways beating humanoid monsters with a flashlight, pic related

>teen girl suddenly appears and tackles one

>the girl follows me but no more monsters appear

>at the end of the dream I look into a utility closet with a ladder going up

>I tell her not to go into the closet, but she does anyways

>wake up

The weirdest part is that I have never felt any attraction towards other people, but I felt like I wanted to cuddle that dream girl


 No.17127

i have kept a dream journal, so i have some.

last one i had:

>be hiking with friends in forrest

>keep noticing it's absolutely beautiful

>walk through a meadow which follows a dried up river

>fast forward

>we are not in a 'deserted' town, at night.

>smoking a cig outside while sleeping buddy sleeps.

>suddenly feeling of danger of something monsterous wanting to kill hikingteam.

>while backing up (still outside) in a corner, see fucking wherewolf dashing into my view

>sees me

>oh shit

>intense fear activates, fear of dying, fear of dying painfully

>stumble on something stupid while backing away while WW is hunt-walking to me.

>fuck it, if im dying, i'll just accept it, not cower like a bitch.

>get back up and close eyes waiting for it to kill me

>doesn't

>open eyes, see werewolf looking sad at me, like he felt ashamed or sorry, and it runs away

>follow it, he allows it, looking over it's shoulder to make sure i keep up.

>see same meadow while following, now covered in broken giant trees and loads of dead branches.

>wake up

this fucking dream was so vivid that i needed like 5 minutes to come back to reality.


 No.17134

Hey /x/ I keep on having recurring dreams where I can read people's thoughts and emotions through psychometry. What does this mean? Is this a normal dream thing? I never had this ability in dreams but it's become an increasingly big part of my dreams over the past few years.

Sorry for not contributing an interesting story, most of my dreams have been uninteresting aside from that lately.


 No.17135

>be 14

>go to bed horny as shit

>every time i have a nightmare it's lucid

>nightmare

>in king sized bed in a dark room

>fucking shit I need sum fuk

>see ghost girl with white dress/black hair

>8/10 asian chick

>get out of bed and fuck her there on the floor

>she jizzes ectoplasm

>mom comes in the room

>"get out mom, I'm fucking my ghost waifu"

>wake up next morning

>still horny

>mfw I didn't even bust a nut in the dream

>mfw my face doesn't exist


 No.17175

I want to know, how do I lucid dream about one of my kinks?


 No.17176

>>17114

>The weirdest part is that I have never felt any attraction towards other people

Yup, that's weird.


 No.17214

>>17000

>>17000

>nothing-herald had 16 arms

>post gets first trips of 17k block

The gods were triumphant, anon


 No.17215

>>17000

>>17000

>nothing-herald had 16 arms

>post gets first trips of 17k block

The gods were triumphant, anon


 No.17253

File: 1439961770192.jpg (335.73 KB, 1600x900, 16:9, 1391554206529.jpg)

>>12405

My mom just told me a really weirdly specific dream she had about my dead uncle last night. I won't get too detailed because it won't make sense to you guys but it was just…well…it just seemed too detailed for a dream.

I should preface this by saying my uncle's death was kind of ambiguous. He struggled with drug addiction and mental illness his whole life. He ended up dying in his 50s of an apparent overdose. So, my mom's dream:

>In a room that's completely dark, save for a TV that's on

>Some guy sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette

>"Who's there?"

>"It's me, your brother."

>"Tell me, did you kill yourself?"

>"Yeah. I took a whole bunch of pills in the morning."

>"Are you with Jesus?"

>"Oh yeah. But he's like 25 years younger than me."

>"Are you ever around?"

>"All the time."

>"Do I notice?"

>"No. I look like someone else."

And then she woke up.


 No.17263

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>Play FNAF one day, some time after the release of 3

>Go to bed

>Dream I'm a little kid in my room at night

>Nightmare versions of the Freddy's animatronics out to get me in a similar fashion to the games

>Wake up horrified, but relieved they'd never make a Freddy's game like that

>FNAF4 releases a month later, is exactly like my dream

>mfw


 No.17264

>>17253

>around, but doesn't look like himself

ITT:

ANON IS HIS OWN UNCLE


 No.17271

>>17263

They're real, and they're after you. The game didn't give you nightmares

YOUR NIGHTMARES ESCAPED AND BECAME THE GAME


 No.17316

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 No.17318

>>12484

>>they fucking started howling and jumping around

>boots

>howling and jumping around

>>my life was never the same

>my sides, oh man


 No.17508

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> Week ago

> Returned from music fest i worked at

> Tired as fuck, haven't slept for 40+ hrs

> Sitting on a chair chewing donut facing my bed

> I closed my eyes for a moment and immediatly fell asleep

> Find myself conscious in a dream where i'm sitting on exact same spot looking at my crumpled bed cover

> Bed cover starts to move as if some invisible force was squeezing it

> Feel creeps over my whole fucking body + fear+1 as i sit and watch this wtf

> Decide to stand up and go touch it to see if it's real

> I reach the bed and as i pull my hand to grab the cover it jumps away against the wall

> I wake up out of shock in the same spot i was

> Took a shower, went to sleep and had a dreamless night


 No.17516

>>17318

>my life was never the same


 No.17529

>>12405

>be me

>be 5 y old

>look at older brother's kindergarten photos

>one of them is my bro with santa

>santa is really fucking creepy

>few days pass

>wake up in the middle of the night

>doors open slowly, light slips into the room, someone standing in the corridor

>eyes adapt to light

>its the fucking santa

>he's thin, tall, super-old, looks like a fucking mummy

>i lie on the bed, can't move

>santa slowly walks into my room

>santa starts laughing

>i wake up for real, doors are open, light in the corridor, santa is gone

>i cry like a bitch


 No.19629

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>>15658

I had a very similar dream to the second one, usually i would " shrug it off " but it felt differently, much more intense.

I don't know what to make of it.

>TL;DR 3 dreams

Fighting in a chinese underground gladiator against animals while others eat my last victims

fight against snake with a crowbar. the snake is dead but i seem to get mad at the fact that it is bloated, a fellow visitor grabs my crowbar and pops it like a baloon,

I take it and roll it like everyones favorite mexican dish

next against a titanium fish. I kill him and ask for it to be cooked for me.

I eat it and get so engaged that my entire right became covered in scratches from the fish bonez

be handing out spoons in art class, wondering what I am doing, everyone seems to be happy taking one.

Friend (ruben) of mine calls outside I grab a tape on the wayout.

There is a casette audio player, I fumble around and put the tape in " this is the soundtrack of your life " it says generic apatheticism/ or apethetic genericsim.

He readjusts the player, puts a (vinyl) needle directly on the magnet tape, I am thinking " why did i not figure this out! "

The sounds coming out seem awfully familiar, the sound becomes more and more repulsive, I turn it off.

I asked myself " I wonder what the movie would look like " the narrarator asks me

" There are many movies, not all will be understood, that is not to say that they do not have meaning, what is yours? "

I tell the geezer " Just gimme something grandpa ".

Everything turns dark and there is only a pantomime looking directly at me, only his face.

In a 4/4 beat he would call an emotion and make a face with his makeup changed, I would, in turn feel that particular emotion he mentions. Like some warioware high speed theatrical act

Anger, violence, sadness etc.

My perception increased with every mention.

The last 4 were kind of weird though. 4th last was the pantomime having his makeup divided in two parts of the face, left and right and the sides were interacting with eachother

maybe fighting. The 3rd last was him having like a scaly (makeup?) face, just saying some words i couldn't understand or remember, the second last was asking me for obedience in turn for the final face

mercy

Thanks for sharing your dreams


 No.19630

Reposting and reworking this a bit from the weird dreams thread. I'm kinda spooked by all this, though it isn't much of a dream. Not too good at greentext, so bear with me here.

I'm deep into spiritual shit. Like, dream stones and other stuff. Since I had some extra money to blow off, I decided to buy some of these said dream stones off of the Earthbound Trading store. I dunno how popular it is, though, so in case ya'll don't know it, it's a pretty neat place with a ton of worldly stuff.

There were three types of stones in the small bag I bought. Now, I can't remember which one or ones they were or what I used, but what's important is what happened when I tried 'em out.

I had the damned best sleep of my life. But, as I was falling asleep, I had one clear image in my head that just suddenly came.

It was a rather healthy girl with nice, smooth skin, light-blue eyes, and long, smooth, pink hair, in nothing but a white bra. I was lying in her lap. She smiled at me and greeted me, and that was all I remember.

Later, as I was falling asleep again, I heard a voice in my head telling me 'Good night.' It sounded girly and childish like the one in my dream, so I… kinda thought-asked if she was the same girl? She said yes.

Since then, whatever the hell's been in my head has been like a little companion. A little source of encouragement. Whenever I cringed at remembering something stupid from year's past, it immediately blocked it out. If I was shy of doing something, I suddenly felt like I had to do it, even if it was something minor. If I got distracted, it suddenly snapped me back to attention.

But now, it's gotten a tad weird. Not bad, just… weird. Like, I'd think of something and she'd tell me it before I even thought of it for some reason. She also tells me that 'she wants to be real.' She even changed her 'form' to one of my really old DnD(?) characters, and I later had a sudden dream of fucking her. It wasn't vivid, but it was more than most of my other dreams. That's just some of the odd stuff it does.

So /x/, am I just going crazy and need mental help, or is this some kinda phenomenon, like a spirit guide? It says it wouldn't even dream of hurting me, and it has yet to even come close to – in fact, as I said before it's been helping me a lot, but I'm really curious. Hell, just me posting this worries it because it's afraid it'll have to go away.


 No.19657

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>young orthodox Christian boy

>go to church in 100 year old building that used to be synagogue

>have weird feelings around this room that is directly behind the altar.

>church lock in

>vivid dream about wandering down there alone

>see something that looks like pic related

>think nothing of it since it look similar to a mortal kombat character

>weird shit goes on back there a lot

>constant feeling of being watched

>light fixtures fall on and off out of nowhere overy the years

>be at my mom's college grad thing (celebrated at the church)

>1AM, time to leave, they send me to make sure the lights are shut off upstairs since we are the last people there

>halfway up the stairs see a shadow go across the hall

>all of my nope .gif

>feel the same presence as the dream

>run out, knowing lights are on upstairs and lie saying I checked, we leave.

To this day I still wonder what the hell sort of spiritual entity with four arms lives behind a Christian altar


 No.19659

>>19630

It's time for you to learn about tulpamancy, anon


 No.19664

>>19659

Well shit. To be honest, I never really wanted a tulpa because it'd take too much time to actually make and my housemates would send me to the nut house instantly… but I can't just let 'her' go.

I won't have to physically talk to her once I start imagining her into reality, right? If we could just keep thought-talking or some shit then that'd be great.


 No.19716

>2 nights ago

>dreamed I had 2 envelopes in my p.o box

>next day

>look in my p.o box

>2 envelopes

What fuck? I see the future?


 No.23423

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>dream of sex

>mfw




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