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No. 49280
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Here's a thread where Ernsts may share their dreams.

Mines are mostly boring, mildly erotic where a girl that I used to know or not rejects me before or after sex. But I have the luck to dream a lot, so sometimes there are strange pearls.
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No. 49281
I've had some unreal vivid dreams about 10 years ago, just before my life changed drastically. And it's happening again the last year, dreams where I don't feel alone like another presence is there that isn't my own subconscious.

Even had a lucid dream in the last month where I full control of what I was doing in it, and I could see the landscape where I live except it had layers of time to it, with buildings that used to be there existing in parallel to buildings that are there now.

I've had a vivid dream about visiting heaven and it was like no other dream I ever had.

I had a vivid dream where a voice talked to me about my future and lots of other weird shit in the last year.
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No. 49282
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I rarely remember my dreams. When I do, I mostly remember random stuff, often with people I know, but they act out of character and I can't make sense out of it. I also very rarely dream of girls, which is strange, since like probably most males I think a lot about girls while I'm awake. The dream I remember most is a bad dream I had repeatedly as a child. It was always the same: It was some dark setting in my bedroom, then a scary music I knew from TV started playing, one of the doors of the bedroom wardrobe would violently open and slam shut exactly two times, and then I was pulled in and was immobilized. Then I woke up, scared shitless. At some point in my adolescence, the dream stopped, but the memory is still vivid.
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No. 49283
>>49282
I think I never had music in any of my dreams. Is it common to have that?
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No. 49284
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>>49282
When I was a junge I had a constant recurring nightmare of being kidnapped into a white van and would wake up scared shitless

I haven't thought about that in probably 10 years
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No. 49285
>>49283
I don't know I never had either. Apart maybe for an ambient buzzing noise in some nightmares. It's really strange because you can't tell if it's an emotion or a sound. Most of my terrifying nightmares had this sound.

Also when I was a child, I could imagine a song in bed and it would start to play in my head. The drums were always too loud and woke me up from my meditation.
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No. 49286
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When I think about it I also remember a recurring dream about being able to fly, and running down a hill and taking off, but immediatly realizing there are the wires from a power line in my way and I can't go on. Never hit them though, because I woke up right after noticing them and realizing that I can't make it past them. Also this one wasn't half as bad as the before mentioned dream. It only felt mildly unsettling, and not threatening.

>>49283
>Is it common to have that?
Not sure about that, couldn't say so for the other dreams I had that I can remember. Also it wasn't really music, it was just a few seconds of sound.

>>49285
>It's really strange because you can't tell if it's an emotion or a sound
Since sounds can evoke emotions or be very closely tied to them, I can see why it would be difficult to tell them apart.
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No. 49291
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As a small child I had this one strange dream multiple times. I'm standing in my bedroom and look out the window to see a number of cyclists passing at eye level. Then I look down and realize that I'm on the 2nd floor. The bicycles have weird extended frames and the riders are sitting 15 feet off the ground.

At that point I would wake, terrified. I don't know why men on tall bicycles were scary. I never had a bad fall while learning to ride, but maybe I still had anxiety over it. Pic related.

>>49283
>Is it common to have that?
I don't normally notice, but a few years ago one dream had very clear and distinct music. After waking I was able to recall the tune, but it quickly faded from my memory.
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No. 49292
Had an unusual for me nightmare last week. In it, I consumed some drug and went on a killing spree induced by it. I murdered everyone without distinction — old people, women, children — and I couldn't be stopped, because the drug gave me some sort of super strength. Then the drug's effect gradually starts to wear off, and I realize just how fucked up is that what I'm doing, but I still cannot stop, because the drug still compels me to murder people. Finally, the effect vanishes completely, and I fall on the ground because of over-exertion. I get apprehended by the militia and brought before a court. I try to defend myself by saying that the drug made me do it. The judge ignores my plead and gives me the death penalty. The nightmare ends when I'm being lead to be executed.

I said that it's unusual because the plot was too logical (my nightmares are weird and surreal more often than not) and because I wasn't the one being terrified but rather I was the most terrifying thing myself.
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No. 49293
I had a bad nightmare last night. My little brother and mother were separated from me and attended some kind of meeting. Me and my grandmother waited for them. But they didn't arrive at the point of time we arranged. So we waited and waited. But they never came. Naturally my grandmother got mad and we went to the location of their meeting, but nobody was there. Not a single soul. So we as also other people besides us wondered where everyone went. I think later in the day news spread out that a certain madman had kidnapped the attendees of the meeting and might kill them. Shortly after this we saw my mother who went to the toilet before the kidnapping. But still my little brother was in the hands of the kidnapper. I was very sad and frightened. In the end, my brother emerged from the darkness and I ran and hugged him with tears flowing down my face. I was so scared that something bad happened to him, but at the same time so relieved. That was a horrific nightmare indeed.
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No. 49300
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I just made the happiest dream of my life. Me and my family were in a futuristic home that was apparently ours. And my mother was coming back from the maternity with tree litle brothers. The babies had black hair and were smiling to us. The first one had teeths. We asked why had he theets and he repeted "teeth". Then, I asked mom if he knew how to talk and the baby responded "ye I'an talk" and smiled to us and we all cheered. I though at the time we only had one new brother but I saw tree chairs on the dinning table. And two new babies arrived. One looked like the first and the thurd was very small and we could raise it with only one hand. We sat on our beautiful dinning table, with a lakeview from right and left and beautiful paintings on the wall. Somehow I forgot my mom was expecting. I closed my eyes and cried out of pure joice.

But my mom won't make little brothers anymore.
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No. 49308
I often hear (especially from older people) that colored dreams are supposed to be uncommon. It always baffled me, because all the dreams I see are colored; the closest I got to a black-and-white dream is a sepia-colored one. I wonder if that has something to do with the fact that the media consumed by older folks (like movies and TV) was monochrome, so it influenced their dreams. Does anyone here actually see black-and-white dreams?
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No. 49311
Mine have not been vivid or coherent enough to be memorable lately, but my God when i do have them they are bewildering and amazing.
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No. 49312
That guy here tweets about his dreams:

https://mstdn.social/@dream_journal

Well it's not tweet but mastodon. But there are some fun ones:

>I dreamed about producing drugs. But we were all manipulated by this genius person who controlled everything. And there were ghosts and monsters and exorcisms
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No. 49401
I dreamt of a party where I came late and everybody was already smashed. No one would talk to me and I had to drink as quickly as possible.
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No. 49406
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>>49401
Being too late, not knowing the way and missing crucial transports are also common themes in my dreams. It usually revolves around missing group activities because I didn't find the meeting point or couldn't find/make the ride, and desperately trying to keep up, but it always falls apart due to either my shortcomings or bad luck.
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No. 49462
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I was dreaming how El Camino was a Heist-movie with Jessie and Walter as main characters and how they robbed Meth from all the Cartels big time.
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No. 49498
Had a dream in which i attempted intercourse with a south east asian looking woman who had rug like pubic hair on her groin area. It looked like the matted fur of some animal.
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No. 49499
Tbh my dreams are fugged. It doesnt happen often and when it does, I lucid dream in hexes and counters. Rate.
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No. 49501 Kontra
I was digging a grave between a really early morning high school and a normal college class for my for my father’s urn. I think it was an assignment. A really old friend from elementary school was there.
I asked him how he handles the current situation and he said “I just don’t think about it”.
I dug the grave on the beach instead of digging it where every other kid did.
We were also handed some ornaments, but they were really cheaply made from some kind of paper mache.
The whole hole was really small, I used a small gardening shovel to dig it.
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No. 49505
I was in a car with Community's Abed, he was driving. He wanted to do cool stuff. Sadly we had a fwd and it was snowing, so when he tried to drift, we hit a snow bank. For some reason I kinda warped out of the car to find it buried in the snow and him in front of the car in the snow. The windshield was intact and he didn't seem to have any injuries, however, he seemed like under shock, so I put him on a bench nearby and instructed a passerby to call the ambulance. Then he tried climbing some chimney construction, but his weird pimp shoes prevented him from getting a proper grip. It was like looking after a small child that thinks it's the dude from Fearless.
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No. 49506 Kontra
>>49501
You know even though this dream sounds horrifying in a sense, I envy you people for remembering those dreams. I only remember dreams when I wake up and then fall asleep again, even these fade quickly. I know this morning I had a dream but I can't remember anything.
I only remember one dream I had years ago only by memory and that are hundreds of people pestering me, many of them known to me with scornful faces on the central square of my old town.
Dreams are kafkaesque like yours and I think that is fascinating.
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No. 49566
I did two nightmares last night.
I only remember that one of them was
about a nazi experiment on Jews with
swines.
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No. 49628
>>49566
Hilarity ensues. Now I'm curious whose perspective you had, or if you were an uninvolved onlooker like that stereotype of Switzerland watching the genocide from the comfort of their gold mountains.
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No. 49637
I normally don't dream anymore but had a weird one where a sibling was absent. I was also taken back to that one hellscape. Everything was overgrown with vines and weeds, some brutalist government building. Rubble. I often go to the same places, which may or may not antecedents in this reality. They typically feel like I'm inhabiting the body of my fleeting self in another reality while he's awake, possibly zoning out. I wonder if any of them dream of me, and simply see me in a pandemic, writing it off as just another weird dream. I know that one place I sometimes visit is a nearby city now, but what I knew before is some catastrophe basically knocked out power, logistics, civilization. Might've been some war earlier. We were hiding and surviving at that point. It is eerie how cities look in the middle of a warm sunny day, and quiet, and deserted. But what made this visit unique was a surreal sense of one person in particular being absent, not in just a "not there" type of sense, but like a total void absense. It's hard to explain and the more bizarre thing it felt like a crossover to here, like I was there, but became consciously aware of the absence in this place, on the other side of the dream world.

While some are occasionally bizarre and clearly dreams the majority of them are like places. In one I am in prison. I think earlier I'd killed somebody. There was another, where I'd gone to a different college. It is interesting to think that out of context something like flying a prop plane looks totally like a dream alone, whereas in context of a reality it would just be normal, and I have done many things which would look weird here out of context.

Anyway I'm somewhat glad I don't dream anymore, and rarely bothered with prophecy or attempted precognition except for the pandemic in January. All my dreams are either disappointments when I wake up or nightmares, and it's been a few years since I woke up screaming. I used to dream a lot but at some point a decade and half ago I figured out how to unparalyze my vocal chords from the other side and it usually startled anyone who wasn't used to me yet.
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No. 49638 Kontra
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Had a short dream sequence this morning in which EC was turned into an old style internet forum with that vBulletin design the forum had I used to frequent in the mid to late 2000s had. I don't know my username anymore. I was annoyed that I was only half anonymous anymore and that different threads where scattered across the forum and I had to search for them.
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No. 49639 Kontra
>>49628
As always in my recent nightmares, I was witnessing the horror but never taking part in it. But I can't tell if I, myself was a jew or nazi however I remember I had a role.
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No. 49694
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Ive been doing No Fap and abstaining from visual pornographic stimuli, ive noticed that when i do so for a few days or more that i do not dream. But when i look at porn before bed and break my streak i start dreaming again, and not sex related dreams entirely either. Just normal, weird dreams. I remember when i was a frequent pot smoker i would not dream also, i wonder what the correlation could be if there even is one.
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No. 49695
>>49694
>I remember when i was a frequent pot smoker i would not dream also, i wonder what the correlation could be if there even is one.

Between pot and porn or between pot and not dreaming? The latter is known phenomenon to me as well as for friends.
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No. 49699
>>49695
Pot and not dreaming. Any smoker ive known has said the same thing also, they don't dream.
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No. 49753
> Mines are mostly boring, mildly erotic where a girl that I used to know or not rejects me

I did one like that again.

I dreamt about my ex gf the other night. Very unpleasant dream. I was in her house for som reasons but it was not her IRL house, parts of it were like a twisted play area. I didn’t want to be there. First I talked with her family, she wasn’t there already and it was really tense cause they didn’t know we had been going out. Her father and uncles kept making jokes about how simple and uncool I was and I had to laugh for not make them feel insulted. They had young children for some reason and they were creepy in an Adams Family tear way. One of the was badly burnt and had makeup. Then my ex came, she had a light blue dress and there were light behind her.
She ignored me and I had to cope again with her father and uncles.
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No. 49779
I dreamt that a tooth of my fell out and it dangled from my gums on three glowing orange threads, and the more I pulled the longer the thread got.
In the end, I cut it off with a pair of scissors.
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No. 49781
I am not quite sure if I am dreaming or not, it's all a blur at the moment...
Preface: I have a (chronic?) epididymitis and my doctor says "ah just wait it out", but it hurts often and I have always been a little bit of a hypochondriac and expect cancer all the time.
Now just this morning I was in bed in aforementioned weird semi-lucid state and for some reason I went the road of terminal cancer, not much more time to live and how I should end it all. I own guns and a car, and was making up ways of killing myself that are both efficient and not all too taxing on whoever finds me, also the contents of my farewell note, then I woke up properly but it's still unpleasant. I go to bed with unpleasant thoughts and wake up with unpleasant thoughts and if I dream it's usually also unpleasant, but I can't just drink myself to sleep every night.
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No. 49869
>>49779
Teeth falling out is associated with guilt or shame, iirc
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No. 50670
I dreamt a friend that I don't see anymore was building and giant undeground network of strange grottoes. He made me and my other friends visit the strange underground. There were a small pale yellow roman ruins on the outside (looked a bit like the stones used for that giant roman city in Libya). The interior of the cave was very small, moist and clostrophobic. None of the room were clean and it looked liked a mildly floded century old dwarf mine. But in the deep end of the strutcure layed a giant old drakkar's warehouse. All the boats looked like old sleeping monsters.

Very Lovecraftian would dream it again if I could.
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No. 50672
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I dreamt I was in Kiev, in some family's apartment playing a game like scrabble. It involved letter pieces and pictures, it was somewhat confusing. At some point I accidentally drop my letters and they fall off the table. Some cop emerges from the kitchen and begins examining the letters I dropped. He seems to believe it's some sort of spy code and he'll have me arrested until he can get to the bottom of this. I try to leave but he locks me in the bathroom. I make my exit via the fire escape and prepare to jump onto a snow bank below.

I wake up at 5am. And then had to explain this autistic dream to my girlfriend
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No. 50673
Haven't been remembering my dreams too much lately, but I had an interesting one lately where I traveled through some sort of mountainous tropical forest full of ruins with a group of vagabonds.
From time to time we would meet other groups and exchange information and goods with them, which we mostly got from looting the ruins. The crux was that there were some sort of invisible giant birds that would hunt and kidnap people from time to time and we couldn't do much against it except try to anticipate their attacks and hide.
Seems like a cute setting for some manga à la Attack on Titan or some such story.
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No. 50699
I have 2 dreams I remember most durinng the last decade.

For once I had my cats for a very short time and both gave me a hard time keeping up with cleaning around them and I felt like I'm not really sure whether I am up to the task or not.
Then I had a dream in which I explored an apartment my mother used to rent during our childhood, long abandoned and empty, but I found both of my cats inside. They looked very dirty, thin and scared, abandoned and forgotten.
Seeing that made me wake up in tears, go check on my cats and ever since then I cared for them like they would be my children.
But maybe all was just an toxoplasmosis-induced psychosis... who knows, the dream really bound me to my furry mates.

Second was in a very unspecific setting, but all I remembered was enough to keep it in my memory ever since.
Basically I was in an romantic and sexual relationship with my sister that died 10 years ago... Waking up from that dream had me contemplating quiet a bit, as I'm now sure that an incestuous relationship could have worked out. Maybe. We always were very close and even shared a flat for some time... before she left.

Other then that, it's astonishing how many nightmares leave me with an arsenal of weapons to fight back against a broad array of monsters. Games may have broadened my nightmares and cured them at the same time, the ones really scary are only those who don't let you fight back, like falling off a cliff endlessly without ever reaching the bottom. I still hate those, but mostly come to awareness after falling for a too obvious long amount of time.
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No. 50758 Kontra
>>50757
;_;
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No. 50782 Kontra
In my dream I was doing an exam, and the questions were nonsense like
>"If these three furry artists went to war what would they do?"
>A. Nothing B. Talk C. Report each other
As I was filling out the questionnaire I suddenly realised what I was reading is gibberish, because my time was up.
I got 13 out of 17 right.
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No. 50786
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I'll write about a dream that I had a few years back that really stuck with me. I remember waking up at 5am and furiously writing it down, I don't have the original writing but it went something along these lines:

It starts off with myself and my immediate family in a ship, sailing in the Tagus river. We see a navy vessel that has several groups of recruits trying to disembark via rubber dinghys, only for a lot of them to violent clash against the cliffs and rocky shores. My sister is horrified, but I attempt to give her comfort in telling her it's all necessary for training.

Now I find myself driving an old luxury car inside a shopping mall, I'm just trying to find the exit so I can enter the roadway again but people are understandably upset at me driving through the mall and they begin hurling things at me and shouting mean things. I gas it and begin honking as I attempt to make a desperate attempt at fleeing this nerve wrecking situation.

I now find myself parked outside of my old university and this old luxury car turns into the car I actually owned. There's someone in the passenger's seat I don't recognize but I know he's a friend of mine. There are two girls in the backseat but their faces keep changing, they all look like stereotypes of generic 20 year old girls in black leggings and brown jackets. This look was popular back in 2017 or whenever this was. Now the seating arrangements start changing around and there's a girl in the passenger seat and my 'friend' is in the backseat with another girl. They begin arguing about where we should go and being fed up with this bickering, I exit the car.

I walk towards my university entry building, as my friend and the girls yell things at me but it's all incomprehensible gibberish. On the other side of the road, on the opposing sidewalk there's Cartman and Stan from South Park. I only catch the end of their conversation, but it goes something like.
>"And because of Heisenberg's principle of uncertainty, life is ultimately meaningless - so what are you going to do with this information?" t. Cartman
>"Just live my life, I guess" t. Stan
Stan walks away, and Cartman turns into millions of small pieces of cut fabric and is blown away when the winds picks up.

I start to slowly levitate, first just a few inches off the ground but I rise higher and higher. I can see the train station, the buildings behind it. I slowly rise until I can see the entirety of Lisbon from the sky. It's beautiful and I feel at great peace, almost feeling like I'm going to cry at how beautiful it all is. I keep rising and rising, I look up to the perfectly blue clear sky and I see this arabesque door frame. (tried recreating it in pic rel) I realize I'm being pulled towards it and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I panic and I feel an intense dread washing over me. I'm slowly being pulled towards the door and I'm terrified at what's on the other side, only being able to see black.

I wake up in a panicked state, sweating all over.
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No. 50806
For the first time in my life i dreamed of having a child.
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No. 50807
Last night I had the first non-NATO symbology dream that I'd had in a long while. It was a nightmare where I was at work. Shit was lifelike as fug man. Goddamn terrifying.
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No. 50808
Have you ever tried counting something in a dream? It's not easy. I was sitting at a table with a stack of 20 dollar bills. I would count some and set them aside- only to have the pile disappear when I looked away. I would find it on the floor, or under some papers even though I hadn't touched it. It's like the act of counting- doing something orderly- was causing my logical brain to collide with the part me that just goes along with random dream changes. So I would think- "Okay, go slow and get this right". Then I would forget what number I was on and have to start over. Very frustrating.
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No. 50822
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>>50786
>driving an old luxury car inside a shopping mall
Who never dreamed of that ;_;
But overall it seems like a very normal, incoherent dream. What left you so jaded about it in detail?

I remember some kind of usual falling dream of mine, it became a little clearer while watching Neon Genesis Evangelion recently.
Basically there is this gigantic underground dome, just like that base in NGE, I never saw that anime before tho, so it's probably something different.
There I would climb around in some ventilation duct at the very top when suddenly the floor would gave up on my weight and I would start falling down this dome.
Basically falling and falling, until I realize that all that falling is completely nonsensical and that all this got to be a dream and I would wake up anyway before touching the ground painfully.
So I would wait for waking up while falling, still a little scared about hitting the floor, but less so.
At some point I would hit the ground in shock without waking up, but also without being hurt in the slightest.
From there on out the dream would take a turn back into a non-semi-lucid state or I would wake up confused about not waking up earlier.
Still, every time I have this strange dream again, it gets me the first few subjective dream time units of falling down that dome.
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No. 50829
This might be interesting for German speakers (or rather listeners in this case): A 1951 audio drama about (bad) dreams. Just found it today and haven't listened myself yet, but apparently it's somewhat a classic.

https://www.ardaudiothek.de/ndr-hoerspiel-box/traeume-hoerspiel-klassiker-von-guenter-eich/75420840

>>49282
>and then I was pulled in and was immobilized
So like sleep paralysis?
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No. 50853
>>50829
>So like sleep paralysis?
Only inside the dream. As soon as I woke up everything was normal again, except for feeling scared. Still, the sensation of being held in place felt pretty real. It was not the feeling of being trapped in a small room (despite this also being the case), but actually being unable to move. Think about it like having all of your muscles working at full force but not moving an inch, like a full body cramp.
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No. 50856
>>50808
Yes. Have you seen Inception? It's one of my spinning tops. Since I largely stopped dreaming years ago it hasn't been a problem but I used to dream vividly and always it was a race between the creative part defrauding me out of biological necessity and the other part swiftly realizing it was a fraud and exposing Santa Claus so to speak. One of the other big ones is reading in dreams. Because I would start counting to reality check there were other ones I developed like reading, that in turn I'd found out it's in some foreign language so it would logically make sense why the paragraph of words couldn't be followed. Mind altering chemicals tend to be another. These are all the sorts of things your dreaming brain can't reliably replicate and a lot safer than shooting yourself to check if reality is fake.
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No. 50902
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Tonight I watched popular comedian Didi Hallervorden being killed and eaten in a nearby lake by a crocodile.
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No. 50912
Today I had an anxiety attack over the fact that the world is so big, and there is so much media and content being produced, that any artistic efforts I could possibly muster will be a ripple in the water.
Later in the day I went for a nap, and seen a nightmare. In it, I was born from a fetus in outer space, surrounded with nothingness. I quickly developed into an adult human, let out a desperate scream that wasn't heard, and disintegrated into dust.
The camera panned back, and entering into view were countless, billions of dust clouds just what I'd become.

fuck that dream man
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No. 50927
I had a dream I was competing in a bicycle race on Teneriffa (I don't even bike normally).
Basically you went round the island and over the Pico del Teide.
However, there was a really steep hill and somehow I lacked the final strength to reach the path on top, so I started sliding downhill. It wasn't too bad, it had like 60° slope and I could push my feet into the soft volcanic soil, while some track marshal yelled at me to push my back into the hill and crawl up.
However, it didn't quite work out and I continued sliding downwards until I had reached basically vertical slope and I started getting worried.
Luckily I managed to jump to the side along some less steep spots and finally landed at the bottom, unharmed.
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No. 50967
This thread made me just realize I'm running on about an hour and a half of sleep. That can't be healthy. I don't dream, or don't remember then anyway, and am routinely getting sub-4 hour rests.
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No. 50989
>>50967
Have you noticed neurological effects?
I once had a period of about six weeks where I slept 4 hours at most and by the end of it I had basically no short-term memory anymore.
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No. 51040
I dreamt I made a sandwich with a really huge amount of sauce. Meanwhile psycho killers tried to catch me.