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Quadramind posted:I meet an iridescent blackbird called Beautiful. She flies over from across a sunny field, calling out her name. A large metal sheet is raised and angled towards the sun so that when she lands in the centre, and splays her body out over a life-sized self portrait she has painted in ink there, sunlight bounces and refracts everywhere in shimmering rainbows. A stark difference to getting roped in to help with job, driving to a dark alley where there's a sketchy person and a huge pile of multicoloured human teeth. Questioning why there are so many teeth, where did they come from, seriously that is a disturbing amount of human teeth, and the sketchy person basically exuding "you're not here to ask questions, you're here to pick up the package" (the package is the human teeth, being shovelled into a bag) |
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I caught a giant 1ft long grasshopper (they like to play in the bush that tastes like worchestershire sauce) then I had to kidnap everyone in the area and move them 3 miles away bc they didn't believe a missile was coming (that one of them was responsible for calling the launch of at another while not having checked the blast radius)
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i had a dream last night that I was helping the police catch a serial killer through some bizarre scheme where we’d call him out to fix something in my house, meanwhile we’d break into his house and install a device in his toilet that causes it to overflow the next time he flushes. this would mean he’d have to call out a plumber to take a look at it, and then I’d go over there posing as the plumber and whilst I am there I would stumble upon evidence of his crimes which would give the police a legally sound reason to arrest him. also in the dream I had discovered that there was a secret 4th kid in the Simpsons who was older and had simply moved out of the Simpsons home. in the dream the 4th kid was a 20 year old woman who had gone off to college and there were clues through out the series that she existed but no one else had noticed it yet. she looked like the young Marge from flashback episodes except with brown hair. so whilst I’m participating in some elaborate scheme to catch a serial killer I’m also telling people about my Simpsons discovery and trying to get to the bottom of that mystery too. |
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My brother and sister discretely inform me that my trousers smell "a bit trousery" |
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Oh great. Another "I'm in my underwear at school" dream. My brain needs to come up with new material. |
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from the archive, dated 24/07/08 Last night I killed my mother. We fought with huge, heavy swords, her teaching me the postures necessary to attack and defend with such large and awkward blades. I cut her into six large pieces and ran home from the ditch to the summer barbecue. I told my dad and step-mom what had happened. They were sympathetic, but obviously did not approve. My girlfriend was so deeply unhappy with me. The next day I went back to the ditch and buried the pieces of my mother's body. |
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Last night I dreamt about working on a moon colony. I was on the exterior when my coworkers discovered that there was a missile silo and that this station was a military type of installation. They airlocked everyone who saw before launching the nuke. My other coworker had us move to a certain distance so that we would be instantly killed instead of dying from suffocating, radiation, or starving, and held my hands through the suit and told me that our souls would be bound together from the blast and we would never be alone again. I told her I loved her and she told me she knew and wish I told her before the moment we were going to die and I swear I woke up feeling the heat from the explosion
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I had a dream where a rich man asked me to kill him for the insurance money. Basically taking his gun and shooting him, claiming self defense, and suing his estate. He was on board except he didn't want to fight me or hurt me to make it look legit and he just wouldn't die no matter many times i shot him and at a certain point that doesnt look like self defense
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Everyone is on the lookout for The Merseyside Nazis and I've just seen them race by me, all piled up on a quad bike. |
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I put the shoelaces that detect clip art on the table. |
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In my dream last night, everything was stolen out of my apartment while I was in my bedroom sleeping so that the land lord could undo the paint job on the doors and I had to deal with some bullshit to get it back including walking through an active karate dojo
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They made a drive through grocery store where you rolled down your windows, and reached for the items then at the end you could fill up your gas. They did this because the economy was bad. Later there were aliens and robots
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Ominous Jazz posted:They made a drive through grocery store where you rolled down your windows, and reached for the items My friend: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQsNktD9zW4 |
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I had to find all the hidden potatoes outside, but kept picking up rocks by accident
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i work at a sandwich shop and i dreamt i opened the oven door which struck the handle of a knife causing it to flip in the air, and i caught it mid air by the blade and blood got on the sandwich |
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one time i dreamt i was being chased by this man... he was... all burnt and covered in scars... and he had this nasty old sweater and hat... but most of all he had these claws... and he scraped them against the wall as he walked towards me, covered in shadow. i reached out and woke up and that's when i realized i had his hat in my hands |
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xcheopis posted:The puffins are back at Seal Island, ME. Excellent chance to see "the greatest argument against Intelligent Design" and their glorious efforts at birding. watched some of this and put the AC on and fell asleep and it got too cold but I didn't want to get up to fix it so I dreamed even the puffins were chattering and shivering
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dreamt i was becoming homeless to run away from bad life situation (recurring dream concept for me idk why) friends decided to buy pcp to celebrate (????) me becoming homeless for some reason and we snorted it except instead of powder it was like loads of little needles but this didn't pose any issues.
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I am reading about the ageing effects of exposure to direct sunlight. The sun causes an acceleration of ageing and the appearance of a death mask on the face, imprinting a grimace if a person is regularly unhappy, or a smiling skull if they habitually smile. I'm walking around Newcastle town centre and I realise that whenever I open my eyes, no matter which direction I look, in the same spot of my field of vision, there is the sun. I cannot see. I have effectively gone blind. I need to urinate and I make my way to the toilets in a shopping centre. There are four cubicles that I know are colour coded to signal which are for casual sex, where occupancy is an indication to enter, and which are for private use. I try to explain that I cannot see well enough to tell them apart, but am not trusted. I say, sorry can you tell me which of these is for pissing? I can't see the colours. Through squinted eyelids I see a giant ball of blinding, white light and a man awkwardly moving away from me into a cublice while he refuses me. I am not helped. Nobody will help me to piss. I hear the man moaning. I leave the shopping centre and outside I meet several of the people who had seen me in the toilet. I get into a heated debate with them and passers-by about trusting strangers, disability, and hypothetical moral dilemmas. The guy who wouldn't help me doesn't listen and backs away from me through a metal door, slowly shutting it in my face while I try to make myself understood. I get to the train station, trying to make my way back home to my mum's house and I get help from a stranger. It's been so long since I was here that I can't remember the station that I'm supposed to get off at. I ask to have the next stations read out to me, but when I hear them they all sound equally familiar. Any one of them could be right. I know that if I saw a map I could tell immediately where I needed to get off. I tell the man the name of the housing estate where my mum lives and he nods along, immediately proceeding to describe the wrong way to get there. I think, I could walk from here if only I could see. I struggle to crack my eyelids just enough to see my phone, but the sun immediately blinds me, no matter what I do. The train arrives and as we climb aboard we stop to allow an old man and his carers to board ahead of us. He needs much more help than I do. I can't barely see, but he can barely move. Once we're all on, we're told that the train is only fit to limp onwards at crawling pace. It might not be any time soon, but we will get where we're going. I find that, here in the shaded carriage, I can see a little. The sun is gone. irl When I woke up from this dream, I realised that the sun had been shining directly through my window and into my eyes. |
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Quadramind posted:I am reading about the ageing effects of exposure to direct sunlight. The sun causes an acceleration of ageing and the appearance of a death mask on the face, imprinting a grimace if a person is regularly unhappy, or a smiling skull if they habitually smile. I was surprised the dream could go on so long without forgetting about the sun thing then got to the end hah
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A little ramp that folds out of a regular sized ramp on a bus, specifically so cats can get on. (Courtesy of my half-asleep, common cold sick brain on the bus home from work) |
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like a week ago: guy who vaguely looks like Mark Wiens steals peoples' souls in the mall food court by making them take a selfie with him while he purses his lips and holds a mug that says, "KEEP PUMPING" last night: I delivered a weird alien baby (I am not a medical professional) with a flat head and no face but a mouth with a bunch of thin limbs I got worried about it, but it started crawling around like a bug, happy and healthy, and feeding like a little cleaner shrimp
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Posting in the Real Continuation BYOB dream thread because the vibes were off in the other one (and also this thread is mine Last night: My parents sent my brothers and I on a trip to India(?), ostensibly for a vacation but actually to work for Facebook, who were doing this “scam” project. I don't remember what the work actually was or how we knew it was a scam, it may not have been clear in the dream either. One of my brothers dipped as soon as he could, and I tried to do the same, but my mom and the Facebook project manager kept trying to distract and deflect. At one point a group of guinea pigs all jumped onto my shoulders and head, and the manager took a picture. I resented that because I knew it was going to be used to whitewash the Facebook scam. I had another dream a few nights ago that I can't remember most of, but it did involve a nuclear weapon hitting a nearby city and me feeling the heat and shock wave. This is the 5th or 6th dream that involved a nuke detonating and I was born after the Cold War?? |
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apologies for forgetting to update my djbyobd, but I have been dreaming lots and lots these days i dream of various scenarios in which things go a bit wrong and I don't feel OK about it classic dreams |
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I was in a city enclosed in an opaque cylinder. It was undergoing a COVID epidemic. I was teleported to an alternate version of the city run by a different, more corrupt mayor. Here the epidemic had evolved into “Clovid”, which was essentially airborne cholera. There was a giant screen in the main square that explained how the disease progressed, with it taking around 40 hours for symptoms to require hospitalization, and death soon afterwards, even with treatment. |
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When I posted my dreams thread I had forgotten that there was an already existent thread for dreams. Anyway, my dreams haven't been as memorable lately. Last night I don't remember exactly what was going on but I was in my room in the house I grew up in and I had tons of cash money stored in like every drawer and underneath everything for some reason. |
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My friend invented these microscopic, reproducing robots that became collectively smarter as they spread and absorbed more of the material surrounding them. They were fairly dumb at first, but they were fast becoming more and more intelligent. My friend was unable to switch them off, and they started interweaving into “reality” itself. Everything we saw and sensed was now controlled by them (which in the dream manifested in everything taking on a sickly grey tone). Somehow they were defeated (no idea) and my friend remade them but drastically cut their growth potential. Also, they were now distracted by repeatedly drinking a miniature cow into a gallon of milk. They thought it was funny. |
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I dreamed I was watching a show (at some points it was a TV show and at some points I was in it) about a sinister family who lived off in the woods who were actually 15th century peasants who could travel back and forth in time to the 15th century and the modern day. They were tormenting some lady who lived near them in the modern day who owned a yoga studio which they considered to be blasphemy. There were a lot of anachronisms in the dream, one of which was that there was a group of trouble makers at a 15th century fair who were stealing other people's moonshine liquor and pouring it into a hole in the ground that was lined with concrete for them to drink later. But what they didn't realize was that in the concrete vat somewhere there was a hole in time that lead to the sinister family's house and they were pouring it into a room in their house. The family didn't care, though, they were just kind of "boys will be boys" about it. The show was a viral success and celebrities such as Post Malone all wanted to have cameos on the show. |
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| # ? Dec 9, 2025 17:53 |
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I support tormenting yoga studio owners |
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