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No. 69373
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back with a vengeance
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No. 69375
I dreamt I had gotten in contact with a Finnish girl I spoke to on the internet several years ago(1). We arrange for me to go visit her, when I arrive in Helsinki (by train, for some reason) I collect a package she left for me in the train station several years ago.
I take a bus to her home, carrying this big bulky mysterious package on my lap. I get to her home, she takes the package. I ask her what's in it, she says it's a series of explosives and a gun. Looking back, it makes sense given the sort of talks we had and I leave it at that.
She takes me to the supermarket where she works, a place called Ösi. After meeting her coworkers, we got back to her place where she says I should also take a job in the supermarket and go live with her. We could split the rent.
I tell her this isn't a feasible idea, it's cold in Finland, I'll never learn the language and I can't just uproot myself over night. I walk out of her apartment, stroll through some snowy and beautiful residential area and wake up.

(1) I had never talked to her and in retrospect I can see she is just a composite sketch of several women I know.

The strangest thing is that it seems my dream self is far more rational than my awake self, given that immediately upon waking up I wished I could indeed move to Finland with this imaginary girl and lead a humble and happy life.
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No. 69439
When I was a kid in the nineties, I watched cartoons for an entire day. Then, I had the strangest dream ever. I dreamt I was the hero in a jump'n'run, and it was like a bugs-bunny-super-Mario-crossover where super bunny smashed the opponents with karate-moves, street-fighter style. There also was a water level like there is commander keen 4, and I had to dive.

One power-up was a bottle of fanta pink grapefruit.

Also, about around that time, I dreamt I was a fireman and had to extinguish a fire. When I woke up, I woke up in a puddle of puke.
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No. 69450
>>69439
>I dreamt I was a fireman and had to extinguish a fire. When I woke up, I woke up in a puddle of puke.

Can't help but laugh, what a punchline.

The game dream reminds me of an event some 10 years ago when I took MDMA and went to sleep in the morning, I don't know if I slept or not by now, but closing my eyes for sure, I was trapped in a 2D jump'n'run whose world was unfolding "in front" of the protagonist of that game, there was no sense, only the movement.
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No. 69451
I had a very unpleasant dream this night.

I was in some shady, derelict building with weird, probably criminal people.
One guy showed me around.
Eventually we came to some kind of arena. Then they threw a toddler in there, in some cages there were aggressive dogs and I thought they were letting those dogs loose on the baby.
The toddler however managed to get into some alcove to "safety".
That guy who showed me around then brought me to that alcove. It was a small room where you could stand, but not even properly extend your arms, so also couldn't lay down.
Soon I saw everything through the kid's eyes.
The peculiar thing here was that the "furniture", which consisted of a mirror, a radiator, a towel and some other simple appliances, was alive. Everything had a little face and a little maw with teeth and they all didn't seem to be fond of their new "guest". Soon, it was explained, everyone who lived in such an alcove would also turn into a thing. The last thing I remember was that kid (may or may not have been me) turning into a vase, but with arms and legs sticking out.
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No. 69526
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I dreamed that I went out to the kitchen, and poured vegeta from a small bag into the vegeta container we use for storing it, but the container was almost full when I finished, and I panicked a bit that it might overflow.

What an amazingly mundane dream.
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No. 69574 Kontra
I had this weird dream about an interview a boyfriend of a female actor gave who died during the shooting of a snuff-film in the Austrian township of Wittgenstein during this weird horror scene where she was bayonet-charged by three dwarf demons in a church.
But she asked for it, and was buried on the spot in an old, open air crypt of sorts with the blood still on it and the thing was vandalized a few times since then.

The dude said he regrets getting her into it and got totally shitfaced when she never returned from the shooting, to the point that he got hit by a water-canon, but because of how secretive everything was, the police didn't even do anything.
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No. 69650
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I saw a movie which was partially captured in color, partially black-and-white, partially in sepia and so on. Type of capture dependent on epoch to which the captured object belonged. Even one frame could have multiple segments of different type.
For example, there is an econom-class train, and some passengers are black-and-white soviet people, and some are multicolor modern guys.
This movie featured Pahomov from "Green elephant".
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No. 69706
Today I had a dream where diverse groups of Russians and Ukrainians in Moscow were taking each other hostage, surrendering to each other and liberating each other until it became actually impossible to determine who's who.
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No. 69708
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>>69706
Madness, terminal even

No dreams these past nights, I look forward to what stupid things my monkey brain will play for me, but I come back with nothing. anna anteekesi ;_;
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No. 69865
Had a dream where I chased a young man through a snowy mountain with a read.
My read could slide upward with nearly no base velocity.
When I caught the man I huged him.
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No. 69880 Kontra
I dreamed I took LSD by mistake in a student flat-sharing. I had to come back home not knowing what was really here and was just a projection of my mind. Turns out everything was in my mind.
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No. 69889
All these war news made me have a dream where I was in a war. I don't recall much but I was trying to get from point A to point B in a city while being shot at at times. Also some people from work where there too and at one point I was in a tram wagon. It was more like a world war twoish atmosphere than a war in modern times however.
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No. 69890
>>69889
Grim. It's crazy how much this war affects the Germans unlike any other wars since WW2.
Beyond that constant lingering melancholy that comes with living next to one of the high priority nuclear targets in Germany and constantly flipflopping between making plans how to survive if it happens and being fatalistic about dying for sure, I am actually sleeping rather well, apart from my piece of shit upstairs neighbor constantly trampling, throwing stuff on the ground and blasting music loud enough in the morning that I could probably make out the song if I listened to radio music.

Although this night I had a dream that Peste Noire (french BM band) were getting crazier and wearing disguises, like some steampunkish Daft Punk, coupled with the news that Famine got married; everyone was smiling.
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No. 69893
>>69890
>Grim
In theme, yes. But it was not a nightmare, actually my "dream self" was rather calm.
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No. 69908
>>69880
Have you ever taken LSD?
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No. 69923
>>69908
No, I took shrooms and truffles though and if the effects are somewhat similar to LSD I’m conscious that I didn’t dream the actual effects of said drug.
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No. 69929
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>>69923
I wasn't aware that truffles were hallucinogenic, they're just overpriced mushrooms (which taste great though). Never took shrooms though (hadn't had the chance and I don't know where to get them), though I ordered 150 blotters of 1cp-LSD before it became illegal on the Jermoney.

It's... not for everyone. A great experience overall though, but you should be absolutely sure to be able to stomach it since there's always the possibility of having a bad trip. Everything becomes more intense. Everything. Colours, sounds, tactile sensations, thoughts. Your mind is racing, you can't calm down. Unfortunately, it's more like a toddler full of caffeine, full of energy, ready to go anywhere without really knowing where exactly. You think and think and think, in your mind it makes sense, but for everyone else... not so much. You can't put down your thoughts in writing, either. Sleeping is near impossible. Take it from me, any unresolved issues that you've been brooding on for a long time can -and will- resurface and dominate your thinking. My first few trips were mainly revolving about a lost love (the big one, what could have been...) and bad life decisions, which where objectively horrendous, but LSD catapulted them into my consciousness again, forced me to think long and hard about them and finally come to terms with them. More recent trips have been much more pleasant though. Set and setting is everything and whereas bad trips are something less desirable, at least they've helped me personally to overcome some long-held issues. Overall, I think it's made me better.

Still my favourite drug in the world. Alcohol makes you depressed and kills you slowly and weed makes you lazy as fuck. Meth and opiates downright kill you (haven't tried them and don't want to).
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No. 69942
>>69929
>I wasn't aware that truffles were hallucinogenic
The ones you eat for taste aren't the same type of truffle you eat to get high, they both grow underground tho
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No. 70030
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Aside from dreaming of my job (which tends to turn into minor nightmares), I had a curiuous dream with an interesting and rather intellectual teenage sci-fi book series, something resembling Alisa's adventures by Kir Bulychev.
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No. 70054
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I just want to remind Ernst that I was told to tell you about the 25 Aug 2022

>>67882
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No. 70178
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No. 70872
Had a wild night, figuratively speaking. Summer time really fucked me up this year, I wish they would just abolish it.

First I was with people I went to elementary school with. We sat at small coffee tables and talked and drank. My gf was also there, but she didn't behave like it.
Then my alarm clock rang. I had set it to 8:30, but it was 6:25 and the sun was just coming out from behind the houses. I was also in my old room in my parents' house. I was really confused and tired and just wanted to sleep some more, so I turned around and feel asleep.
Right at that moment my alarm clock rang, this time the real one. This is not part of the dream anymore, but just to finish the story: I hit snooze a few times, then even dialed it back to get another half hour or so before I really had to get up and frankly, I feel like shit. I could sleep for another hour or two, at the very least.
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No. 70941
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I had a dream with a video game where my platoon of 5 tanks had to fight 4 invading Polish tanks. It all seemed easy, but then the same Polish tanks were about to invade my apartment, so I started to place pieces of wooden planks on the floor to stop them. Apparently I had a grenade, and I also was told that my smartphone had likely turned into MP-38, but I failed to find it, and the tanks were already approaching from the direction of the toilet room.
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No. 70943
It felt like I have dreamed of a similar sequence before, it is only a sequence, never remember much:
I'm in a sort of sewer system but it is clean like big underground water storage. There are also large direction signs with arrows that display destinations left and right for every tube and it has the style and color of German Autobahn directional signs.

That is it.
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No. 71007 Kontra
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>>70943
I have another one from just a few minutes ago.

I was walking across a bigger piazza, so I was in Italy, the houses lining it looked like it. Went straight for a pastry shop, I wanted something savory but also something sweet inb4 Fetternst. My Italian is basically non-existent, it would be enough to order in a very broken manner though as long as I'd know the name of the pastry. But I only knew I wanted Panettone (sweet). Anyway, I just stood at the window front and look inside and somebody was cutting pastry, but it wasn't pastry a closer look but something different (a bombe glacée with lots of berries and berry juice, at that moment in the dream I couldn't get the name). The woman behind the counter came outside to me and was able to speak a bit of English after she found it my Italian was non-existent but just before I could order I was woken up by my alarm.
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No. 71039
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I dreamt that a Spanish invasion force began crossing the border and that soon enough the entire country was mobilizing and preparing for the worst.
In a Spanish command center, the officers in charge of firing off the various missiles, refused to do so because the software didn't have a Spanish language option. The invasion was called off and the Spanish returned back across the border. Portuguese independence was secured for another century.
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No. 71042
I dreamed I was in a chinese childbirth party with chinese friends. A lot of pregnant women (not all of them were Chinese) kept giving birth to chinese babies who were then put on singular square 50cm^2 tables. I then had to weight the babies by hands, some were super heavy, like rocks. At the end I discussed of the rock babies with the mothers and they told me they were just fat.
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No. 71047
In the last dream I (apparently) was a teenage Russian girl who had emigrated to Finland in the early 90s. Before she emigrated Finland was a pretty much normal country, but after that it went totally insane (as a result, it seems).
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No. 71110
The Ukrainians are marching on Volgograd and despite my Ukrainophile tendencies, they went too far this time. I enlist in the Russian armed forces and arrive on the outskirts of Stalingrad. There are two Mercedes G wagons parked, out of one jump out 3 muscular slavs with shaved heads and they say they're going to hunt ducks. Of the other wagon, a man exits and starts talking about how hunting is sick and so on. I follow him and he takes me to his house. A multi million euro home, inside there are all sorts of girls. I join some table and began making small talk with a few of them. I can't remember why exactly, but my attempts at wooing these girls are cut short and I have to flee the mansion.
I enter the hostel I booked, two friends of mine are there - also ready to do their part in defending Russia. I tell them I left my computer at the oligarch's house so I must retrieve it. It's early morning and I'm outside said house, making phone calls and trying to contact the girl who I left my bag with. I realize the owner of the house is some mafia figure and after several missed calls, I decide it's best to start walking towards the city before it falls. It's too late though, on a cliff overlooking the river I can see Ukrainian jets carpetbomb the area. I didn't have sex with some oligarch's daughter, I didn't save the city and I lost my computer. Absolute failure.
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No. 71347
I dreamt that I was in some politics class surrounded by women who argued that you can lead a country with feeling, but I argued that you cannot lead a country with feels, because you need calculation for that.
Then I woke up but I did feel quite controversial.
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No. 71354
>>71347
If you didn't specifically state that it was a dream I would have asked if you missed the Today thread.
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No. 71363
Dreamt I was in a forest practice firing a WWII era anti-tank cannon. The barrel’s elevation always dropped lower after a shot. With rapid fire the impacts were walking their way towards me as the elevation kept going lower and lower. Got pretty close until someone yelled me to stop and woke me up.
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No. 71442
Finally had my first war-related dream.
I arrived at something that looked like an old school or uni, with other people, complete in green/camo clothes. I arrived with some big burly slavs and had my regular everyday backpack with me, which contained salami slices I had put into a plastic tube.
When we arrived at the shooting range/armory some other guy said something like "fuck that shit I'm out" over and over again. Then I noticed I wasn't wearing my pants anymore (still had my boots on) and noticed another guy had the same thing happening to him.
Then it kinda fast-forwarded because it seemed to have been at least a day later and apparently we had already had conducted an operation.
I had pants again; I sat at a table where also some girls sat (they apparently weren't fighting) and when I tried to get my salami out of my backpack I noticed that the plastic tube had opened and the slices spilled everywhere in the compartment. I managed to fish some of them out, but they had lint and unidentifiable crumbs on them.
We also got some kind of wallet with pictures of ukraine, an ukrainian passport and some orange document and either the document or some official said something like "THE PRESIDENT ONLY ASKS YOU FOR ONE BUG". This was repeated a few times and I still have no idea what kind of bug he meant.
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No. 71453 Kontra
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More Ernsts having war dreams.
Psyop complete, returning to base.
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No. 71457
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>>71453
I had a dream where I spied for foreign intelligence, then deserted from army and then surrendered to Ukrainians.
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No. 71548
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Had a dream I was watching someone try out Beats headphones to compare their sound quality to Bose. He said Beats were better.

t.Never heard either
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No. 71885
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Had a dream that I was walking around and talking to people and every single time the dialog window from Disco Elysium appeared, complete with inner monologue shit and all that.
For some reason it was extremely exhausting communicating like that with people.
In another, possibly unrelated part of the dream I had actual sex (with I usually don't have in my dreams) with Dee Williams, proper pornstar style with shoving all kinds of fingers in all kinds of holes, standing, one leg up, lingerie, the full Brazzers program. I can even remember what her pussy lips looked like.
No idea why her exactly and why now, because I have had a lot of sex the past days.
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No. 71957
earlier this week, i had this dream, and remember waking in such a stress and writing it on my phone

I was shopping in book-store with gf, and found a "book" black folder type of thing with kafka written as author, but impossible to decipher inside (maybe partial to the dream). I remember complaining about my inability to read anything, or find the book within this folder to my gf. She was off looking at art books, around the corner from myself.

Then, I remember an ex (it wasn't really, it was a brief few week thing - who I got horribly emotionally attached to / sad when it didn't work, several years ago now), came into the store and said hey or something like that, and tried to talk. I was very confused, not initially recognising her, and my gf was very upset at this whole thing. The ex then said she wishes we never met several times, and got upset/angry. I'm still very confused, and had nothing to say. I remember thinking, I didn't regret it, even if it hurt me - but I said nothing. I remember barely being able to recognise the ex - in reality, she was Asian/black hair, with many tattoos, and an american/international accent. In the dream, she had blonde hair (but not bleached - it looked like european hair? wig?), and no accent. I only recognised from the tattoos. Something happened, and everyone left. Gf was stressed out.

Second part of the dream, we bumped into ex, and her new partner, and they asked if we wanted to hang out with them or something? It was weird. I remember saying 'absolutely no', and gf was happy. We laughed about it later in dream. Again, I remember double-taking, and only recognising due to the very distinctive tattoos.

I'm not sure what to make of this. That same person from several years ago appears in dreams from time to time, despite it only being a relatively brief thing. No-one else from my past does. Every time, it brings on very strong feels upon awaking.
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No. 72074
I'm not sure what I was dreaming but apparently I was dreaming about the history and concepts I'm wrestling with and what felt like a profound insight made me wake up, I immediately got my laptop and opened up my notepad. But everything was lost beyond vague themes
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No. 72118
>>71548
Sennheiser mogs both Beats and Bose.

t. Headphones pro
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No. 72406
I was in a hospital bed, waking up to Rachel and Joey (the Friends characters) sitting next to it.
I wasn't sick or anything, I just seemed to have slept in a hospital bed.
We were talking a bit as I noticed it was five minutes before work started. Gladly I am working from home, so I only had to jump up from the bed and run to my desk (since obviously the door to my bedroom led to a hospital room).
Then I woke up for real, probably at least two hours before my actual alarm and tried to remember the name of the actor who played Joey.
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No. 72414
>>72118
Sennheiser sold their name for consumer grade stuff a while ago. So it's not really Sennheiser anymore.
I currently own a pair of Sennheiser headphones and they're great but my next ones are probably going to be Beyerdynamic
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No. 72449
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>>72414
Sennheiser made consumer-grade headphones in the 1980s. See photograph. What do you think those open headphones are? Studio-equipment?
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No. 73255
I've finally confirmed that with poor sleep I get the best/most dreams. Days upon days of waking up every couple of hours and dozing off again I'm seeing the most vivid and strange stuff during the night. Can hardly remember anything if I sleep well.
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No. 73324
>>73255
Hey, sames here. I can trigger dreams rather predictably by having a cup of strong coffee before going to bed, which results in very light sleep out of which I wake up often and which doesn't last very long. Same if I take other stimulants like MPH or LDX too late in the day (both of which I got from my doctor, in case you were wondering).

Do you have any explanation for why light/bad sleep gives us more dreams (or lets us remember them more)?
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No. 73362
I can remember that I was placing shooting points on the roofs of apartment buildings in some urban warfare scenario, and then was firing from a KPV (on an old wheeled carriage) myself, trying hard not to be located and killed in process. First the enemy were Ukrainians, but then it were just terrorists, who tried to approach me in a car; at first I was shooting at its radiator to no effect, but shortly before reaching me the car span out, allowing me to make a neat row of bullet holes in its side.
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No. 73365
I dreamed that I had to take care of a Japanese baby. I went from Tokyo to Portugal in some strange motorized stroller. All the dream felt like the end of a long vacation. I don’t know why I dream of East-Asian babies lately.
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No. 73546
In dream I realized that it's already July 18 and more than half of summer passed.
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No. 73558
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I dreamed I saw my ex in the village I grew up in. We were both as old as we were in 2018, but in the dream, it was the 1990s or early 2000s, on a sunny summer day.

I was on my way to my grandparent's home through narrow streets lined with ancient timber framed houses, when I saw her, refilling a bubble gum machine. She closed the machine, went around the corner and was gone. I tried to catch up with her and ask her what she thinks is wrong with me and why I am not good enough for her, so I followed her to the next bubble gum machine, and the next, and the next, but whenever I got to the next machine, she was either already gone or she would just shake her head and tell me that she could not say.

Finally, I ended up in front of the church. It was now night and quite stormy. Wind tore the leaves from the linden- and chestnut trees in the churchyard. Clouds were driven across a full moon, darkness and white moonlight alternated at random intervals. On the church organ, somebody played a dissonant music that was constantly crescending.

I knew she was inside and I tried to get in, but I could not open the door. It would not open. I pushed harder and harder. The more I pushed, the taller the church doors grew, they grew to 12m in height. Finally, my pushing broke the lower hinge. The door opened. But it swung open like it was now hinged at the top instead of at the side. The door swung back and forth, with the collecting tin and some notes and leaflets still attached. It resonated in the wind, oscillating ever stronger.

I knew I was in trouble for disturbing the service and for breaking the church door. I tried to flee, but old pietists stormed out of the church, trying to catch me and beat me. They were lead by the ancient deaconess.

Waking up saved me, but the dream disturbed me very much and I was upset for all of Thursday.

In case someone wants explanations:
Pietists are an independent community within lutheran/reformed churches in Germany. They emphasize a life of frugality, morality, piety, restraint and humility. Deaconesses ... well, the easiest explanation I can think of is a protestant nun. In this particular village, the deaconess was sent from her mother-house to run the kindergarten and to do sextant's service in the church. When I was a child, she still lived there, but had long retired. I think the pietists contrast to bubble gum machines, which offered children the guilty pleasure of buying bubble gum for 30 Pfennig.
Photograph not an actual bubble gum machine in that village, but that's what they looked like. Not actual pietists from that village, neither the new photo nor the old. Not the actual deaconess from that village, but that was what she looked like. Only even older, much sterner and very angry. She was not a pleasant woman. Neither were the pietists pleasant. Some of the old women had a habit of stopping small children in the streets and saying things like "Grüß Gott, tust du auch immer brav zum Herrgott beten?"--hard to translate. Imagine "Hello there", with a religious subtext, "do you always pray to our Lord like a good child should?"
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No. 73561
>>73558
I bought bubble gum (colored balls) from such a machine in the late 1990s or early 2000s. They have a distinct taste. Similar to bubble gum you could get a Kiosks that also had these sweet boxes from which you could piece an make a "bunte Tüte"

Anyway, interesting dream, nice details. Especially the bubble gum + ex part.
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No. 73562
>>73561
>I bought bubble gum (colored balls) from such a machine in the late 1990s or early 2000s.
Weirdly enough, I rarely did that, I can only remember two times. My mother and aunt did not approve of it, I think. Partially for hygienic reasons. Maybe it just did not fit their mentality.

>They have a distinct taste.
True, I did not like it very much when I tried

>Similar to bubble gum you could get a Kiosks that also had these sweet boxes from which you could piece an make a "bunte Tüte"
No kiosks were I grew up. The bakery and the stationary-shop served a similar function for us, but they sold the standard Haribo-fare. Do you remember the white marshmallow-mice?
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No. 73572
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>>73562
>My mother and aunt did not approve of it, I think. Partially for hygienic reasons.

Mine neither. I guess the one on my way to school was more than once the aim of youth experimenting with firecrackers tbh. My grandma gave me some Pfennig for it to turn the wheel and receive a ball. They were rather tasteless, yet a certain kind of gum and taste nonetheless.

>The bakery

Yeah, now that many have been replaced by SB-Bäcker and other bakery chains you don't have that anymore and I guess the bunte Tüte also vanished from Kiosks mostly? I cannot remember when and where I last noticed the ability to get a bunte Tüte.

>Do you remember the white marshmallow-mice?

Of course! Also the watermelon gum.
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No. 73683
Had a dream that my mom died and I had to confront the abscence of her support and care that I take for granted.
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No. 74336
I was back in school and a guy started laughing at me with his friend. I got super upset and attacked him but it only made me look ridicule to all of my class and made him laugh even more. I was too weak to hurt the guy and he didn't even defend himself. The bullying continued for many in-dream days. At least the school had a really strange and cool architecture.

Additional info: I never got bullied in school, but was sometimes an outkast.
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No. 74378
I woke up laughing. There was a really funny exchange right before I woke up, I just can't remember what it was exactly.
I think someone bantered me and I bantered back.
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No. 74711
Had a dream that everything I planted in the garden shriveled up and died. But like even the stakes I put next to some of the plants wouldn’t stand up straight.
Told myself “I guess I don’t have a green thumb after all” in English.
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No. 74901 Kontra
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Me and a few of my old service buddies were garrisoned inside a large lakeside cabin. All was calm and nice until a situational awareness app (it was zoomer tier and it was on me dream, wtf) alerted that our area was now under Russian control. We agreed that it had to be a mistake as absolutely nothing was happening outside and no one was to be seen.

But just a while later two patrol boats approached from the lake so we tried to stay hidden. The boats docked nearby and around 30 Russians came ashore and started doing whatever in the surroundings unaware of any imminent threat. Some fat Russian Jonne soldiers eating popsicles entered the cabin. We emerged from our hiding spots and tried to make them surrender quietly, but two of them panicked and ran back towards the front door. So we started blasting. A firefight ensued but was over very quickly with no casualties on our side. We were in a real hurry to leave as not to get caught in an artillery barrage in case they managed to call one in. I woke up as we headed to the forest. Too bad.

In all of its details the dream felt very real. Other than fighting fat, popsicle eating Russian soldiers who were unable to mount any sort of resistance. On that front I hope to get more realistic scenarios for my nightly military training sessions.
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No. 74967
I visited a restaurant of Neolithic cuisine. It was stylized as cold dark cave and served a large slab of almost raw meat.
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No. 74968
>>74967
Surely you meant Palaeolithic?
The Neolithic is approximately the technological level of the Aztec "empire" (though definitions differ a bit depending on the school of archaeology; in the USSR/Russia it's been traditionally defined basing on the presence of pottery and advanced stone technologies, while in the West it normally presumes agriculture).
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No. 74969
>>74968
Perhaps, you're right. But I won't change my words, because Neolithic sounds cooler.
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No. 75371
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After some kind of criminal deal which I don't remember much of it, I had to leave my belongings behind and flee in a hurry with a suitcase full of money. I checked into some kind of German hotel. It had a shopping mall inside, but the stores were in different states of closing down.
After regaining my strength, purchasing new clothes and just generally relaxing for a while, I decide to pack my things and try to make my way to Portugal without my passport or any form of ID. The owner of the hotel approached me and spoke in sexual innuendo, I agreed to stay there a little while longer and followed her to her room.
Several POLIZEI cars arrived at the hotel and I woke up.
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No. 76484
I dreamed I moved to Iceland for a one year uni economy cursus that everyone was talking about. I was clueless about why I made that decision and didn’t understand a word of the courses because they were all in Icelandic.
The average attendees were mostly into serious outdoors sports and crypto-mining which made it hard for me to communicate with them. It was cool even though mid summer and an my ex was here.
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No. 76752
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I had a dream that my hair was long, and I was wearing a knitted cap.
t.Short hair haver