/lit/ - Literature

i dream of poopoo shitshit fartfart

I was walking through a public park with a friend of mine, and he was teaching me how to go about stalking a woman. He then vanished, whereupon a bear started to draw near. I began to flee. At this point, it gets patchy. I remember hiding in an attic for a short while, and I have a vague recollection of coagulating milk.

I always forget my dreams but then something in real life will happen that exactly parallels what happened in one of my forgotten dreams and I get freaked out.

>>15791297
based butterfly

>>15791109
My bottom set of teeth grow really large and fragile. I have many dreams about my teeth falling out or me chewing on my teeth like m&m's.

>>15791328
You haven't seen women in such a long time that your interaction with women has deteriorated to the point of stalking. The friend represents the hope that there is a way to do it but the bear represents your fear of actually doing it. In the end the fear wins.
No clue about the milk

i had a dream that I was having sex with my mother. it was awesome. then I woke up in bed with YOUR mother and she rode my dick all morning long.

>>15791615
Teeth dreams are classic stress dreams, usually having to deal with something beyond one's control

>>15791619
>No clue about the milk
Something about the mother archetype going sour

>>15791109


Because i no fap i had a wet dream the other day where me and two girls i basically obsess over that i used to know were doing nude yoga poses.

And eventually i came grinding my dick against her foot, soaking my boxers in real life.

>>15791109
I had a dream where I was running through a neighborhood. Several people were running alongside me, chasing after someone who had the same name as me. I’ve had several that involve me running and utilizing parkour, although usually I’m running away from a threat.

>>15791109
not trying to be edgy, i'm serious, forewarning
i dream about killing people at least once a week in vivid detail. sometimes people i know, sometimes strangers.

what do?

Me and one of my best friends, who I am secretly in love with were picking out our graves. In the dream we were married. We got in an argument about being buried in a grave or being cremated. She wanted to be cremated, and I secretly agreed but I still argued for the sake of arguing.
After a little back and forth, We got in my car to drive to my restaurant job (We work together irl). I let her walk in first while I did something in the car, and when I entered I couldn't find her. She texted me saying that she couldn't find me either, and I somehow intuitively knew that we entered alternate dimensions

>>15791109
I find a large shell w weird rectilinear markings all over it with a hole in the middle Also found a black obsidian sycthe shaped sword that is supposed to be inserted through the middle of the shell. Im with two people, mam and woman, and i start shouting out to them that ive found something. They begin beating on the shell and we hear it make very alien but musical sounds. The shell then comes to life and is no longer a shell but a stingray type creature that levitates and bends in shape. It attaches to out faces and leads us outside to a balconly overlooking the sea. Seated on the balcony is a midget with a monacle (who i decide is God) and far off on the horizon the moon is intersected by the sea line.

>>15791936
Holy shit guys David lynch browses lit

Here are three dreams that I had recently.
Dream 1: I am seeing two hot sisters who live nearby school where I work, yeah in my dream I work as a teacher for some reason. Anyway, they are 18 and 19 years old. So, I see/flirt with them every day. I'm thinking which one I should choose. One day they invite me to their house. I go to their house and their mom opens the door. Turns out daughters are not at home. She invites me in. We go to kitchen, she asks what I want to drink. I ask for coffee. She asks what kind of coffee and starts listing like 50 types of coffee. Someway I pick one in the end and she starts preparing it for me. She is a hot milf in her forties. Kinda looks like Kate Blanchett with darker hair. As she is doing this coffee, I look at her from behind and her pants are low and I could see her black thong. She makes this awesome foamy coffee and puts it on the table in front of me. I pick it up and take a sip, but it's too hot and I spill it on the table. I get up clumsily, I am very apologetic, but she quickly takes a towel and starts wiping the table. As she is wiping I could see her milky tits shaking. She continues wiping the table and she is coming closer and closer to me and her head almost in front of me. I say "Your hair smells very sweet". She smiles at me, covers her breasts and says "of course I got ready for you." She finishes wiping and throws the towel in the kitchen sink, washes her hands, turns around, picks up my coffee with both hands and say "It's not hot now, if you still want to drink it". I take coffee from her hand, put it on the table. Wrap my hands around her waist and gently sit her on my lap. We start to make out, I undress her and start fingering and suddenly door rings.

Never seen them in real life.

>>15792005
Porno brain

>>15791109
Last night I dreamed that I was with my mom, and we were in a sort of factory on a mezzanine. All of a sudden I fell off the mezzanine 2 stories on my left arm, I looked at it, and all of the skin was ripped off, veins were spraying and the bone was shattered in different directions. I tried to ask my mom and some other people for help but they ignored me, then I woke up with pain in my arm.

Another I had months ago, it felt exactly like real life, and I was in class, when all of a sudden I started seizing and fell to the ground. I wanted to talk but all that would come out was gibberish, I wanted to try and stand but my arms and legs would fail under me each time and continue to spaz. All of a sudden I woke up in the nurse's office and was able to move and tried to talk to the nurse, until I realized why I had been brought there in the first place, upon which I began seizing again. I was genuinely terrified that I was going to be like this for the rest of my life, completely unable to convey my thoughts to anyone or have autonomy of my body; you could recall the song "One" by Metallica if you're familiar with it, as that was the sort of experience I was having. This happened in 3 or 4 different situations in the dream, until finally I "woke up" in the dream completely naked on the concrete outside in the rain, saw a girl running who was in a wedding dress, tried to chase her (because for some reason I knew I was supposed to be marrying her) and I might have kissed her but I don't remember, eventually running back to the concrete where I started crying in the dream, then I woke up.

I get a lot of dreams/nightmares like this, if anyone wants to hear more. I also get what are called hypnagagic hallucinations.

>>15791109
I don't really dream very much, or at least I never remember them, but one weird thing that I do is say I'm reading something and suddenly I get really sleepy, I'll just lay back with my eyes closed and carry on reading but it's just me coming up with how I the book would have carried on until I do eventually fall asleep. The last time this happened was when I was reading The Red and the Black and I remember thinking I'd read like another 60 pages on from where I was before, although obviously those pages didn't exist at all. Anyone else ever do stuff like this?

>>15792166
*how I think the book would have carried on. Ought is him.

Dream 2: I'm going to train station, on my way large crowd is going to some mountain for some religious ceremony or festival. I see these two old grannies carrying huge woolen sacks on their bag. I ask if I can help them and I take their sacks. They help to throw them on my bag. Bags are super heavy, I am almost bending under their weight and barely able to walk. They seem very happy and we start talking about random things. As we approaching mountain grannies are becoming younger and younger and bags becoming lighter. By the time we reach mountain, they became two incredibly beautiful young ladies and bags that I had became small shiny, golden purses and three of us are laughing and flirting and having genuinely great time. My train station is at the bottom of that mountain. I give them their purses and one of them says to me "now you need to choose one of us". I choose one, she gently hugs me and kisses me, the other girl is very sad. Tears dropping from her eyes and she slowly disappears in the air. We say good bye and I sit in train. As we start to move one girl that I know sits next to me (I actually know her back from school time, hottest girl I've seen in my life). We start talking about everything as if we were great friends that didn't see each other for long time. Whole conversation was like from movie before sunset, we are talking about random things, laughing at random jokes, just looking at each other and smiling for no reason, kissing, hugging and smiling again... We reach city. I get a room in hotel. We get in our room number 87 and start having sex. Midway, as I'm doing her from behind against wall I get a phone call. It's a granny turned hot girl that I chose. She is also in same hotel and she is in room 88, right next to us. I go to her room, she jumps on me and we start having sex. Suddenly phone calls...

>>15791109
Let me psychoanalyze you. I think you are a failure of a psychologist and want to pretend like you’re good at it by doing it in a anonymous place where no one can refute your claims properly. You just want to pretend to be smart.

fuck it i will share it too.
I have reoccurring dream about saving redhead girl who is stuck between house and earth but whenever I succeed she comes back there due to the curse or something

>>15791109
I've dreamed one short dream every night the last three nights:
1. Bees breeding on my arm.
2. Waking up a jew.
3. Sister came out as trans.

I'm a bit afraid of bees, but not much. I like jews. I think trans people are mentally ill, but should be allowed to transition.

>>15792252
>Waking up a jew.

God I wish that was me

I had a dream that I lured this friend of mine, from way back in high school that I actually kind of hated, to a field where this smoking hot stripper chick i used to bang was, under the guise that she wanted a threesome with two guys, and that was the only way she'd bang me (even though....in real life i banged her all the time without any other guys but w/e).

So my friend showed up, and instead I just killed him and buried his body, then banged the chick all by myself.

The main part of the dream however, was that years later, apparently his body gets discovered and I'm just freaking out that I'm now discovered. It was one of those dreams where I woke up thinking, "Oh fuck, of fuck, they found the body! I'M FUCKED!!!! I got to leave the country man!" before I realize I'm awake and that I've never actually killed anybody before.

I do have dreams like this fairly regularly, though not as detailed as this one.

>>15792199
There is widespread misunderstanding of what psychoanalysis entails. You can't "psychoanalyze" someone from a single 4chan post or dream, to do it properly takes many hours of listening to someone speak, with measured analysis of what is said. I am not OP, but I have interpreted a few dreams itt, it's just for fun. And much of what has been written so far is not that deep or complicated, like many of these dreams are about big milky mom tits or whatever. Truly a mystery what that could be about.

I have a recurring dream in which my dad catches me doing degenerate acts. In one instance it was watching porn on a wall with a bunch of screens, another I was having sex with a man, etc. He never says anything, just looks solemnly as I pathetically scramble for excuses and hide my shame.

Dream 3: I'm in a train in Baltimore and it's very cold. I see old homeless man with just a singlet on. I take off my coat and give it to him. As he wears coat my ring finger on my left hand drops and I have four fingers on my left hand. I look at my hand and say "fuck it, I will never help anyone"... In Baltimore group of model girls have a google spreadsheet where they share information about their lovers and rate them. I'm a college student in Baltimore. Turns out I had a night with one of them and she gave me very high rating. Various models, actresses and rich women start to call me to sleep with me. Daily I'm partying and spending time with likes of Cara Delevingne, Taylor Swift, Kendall Jenner, Emily Blunt and etc. For secrecy reasons they want to buy a house for me, where they could come at will, without fearing media. I reject the offer and rent a big house with my own money and rent a land rower with blacked windows, even though I'm struggling with money. One evening I'm at some lavish party with girls. I look at big painting on the wall and say "looks like a butterfly having convulsion in a poop". Everybody suddenly become quiet and look at me, then they look at a blonde woman walking to me. She comes to me, smiles and say "that's exactly what it is". Everybody starts smiling and having fun again... On the way back, I'm walking somewhere and I see homeless person who is very cold. I take of my coat and give it to him again. And again, I lose finger, this time my left pinky. So, my left hand has three fingers. I'm walking to my home, shaking from cold, very angry at myself for giving my coat and losing another finger. As I'm about to open my door I see homeless man walking in a snow with no shoes. I feel pity and give him my shoes. I look at my fingers and it's ok, they are all in place. I get in and look at mirror. I have a huge scar on my head, my right is cut off and I don't have on eye. Eye take off my clothes and all my body is covered in scars.

I'm not American, never been to Baltimore.

>>15791838
You're a horny cunt

There was a plague outbreak right behind my house. Saw many frens dying...

>>15791109
Cringe & oedipal

>>15791109
They were taking the house and we had to run.

>>15792586
Yeah, it was pretty hot tho, we went to move into another position but i came close to cumming so i pulled her red foot back and came, the other girl kind of gasped.

Then I woke up.

I dreamt I was searching for a woman who'd been missing for years. While searching I found a shelter inside some sort of log structure. I crawled inside and was swarmed by some form of bees. I lay still to avoid getting stung, but they stung me anyway. I felt no pain, but I could feel my body become covered with boils.

I wrote this one down a few years ago:

I was heading towards a destination when I came across a house that looked like it came from a fairy tale. When I approached it it was small and I had to crawl through it.
I ended up at a subway station where I met an acquaintance that I tend to see only at the subway, interesting guy.

The subway took me to my fathers home which is on an Island thousand miles away from the station. I headed towards my bedroom which is at the top of the stairs when I was stricken with panic. I saw a spider sting me right in the finger and I ran up the stairs. My older brother started chasing me with a demonic look and when I reached my room I tried my best to close the door, he was trying to get in.

I managed to lock the door and immediately went on to travel back to my mothers house, my mother and my oldest brother(different one) looked on at me

Curious if anyone has something interesting to say, obviously you don't know the finer details of my mental state surrounding the time but still.

I don't remember much of the dream I had last night, but here's what I wrote down as soon as I woke up,
"Drunken New York sailors bring out a communion wafer made supposedly from Nietzche's remains with "God is dead" inscribed on it. The sailor looks like the one from Tintin."

>back at college
>go to the football field where the cheerleaders are practicing
>jump onto the field, rip off my clothes and begin furiously mastrubating
>they flee in horror and I'm crushed by a falling object
I'm extremely sexually repressed and I've had a fetish for cheerleaders since I was a kid.

>>15792840
This made me roll over with laughter

Anyone remember non-REM dreams? I do fairly common. No visuals or narrative, just fretting repetitive thoughts.

>>15792902
Sounds awful

I dreamt I was watching Boris Johnson give a speech in the UK parliament on TV. Music was playing in the background, something like a dark psychedelic parody of God Save the Queen. I can't remember the bulk of the speech, but I do remember that at the end of it he broke the fourth wall, looked straight into the camera and bellowed something like "together we will overcome the politics of division and illusion." Thunderous applause from the MPs. Then the screen cut to black and the credits rolled, except the credits were written in dark, demonic red and in some weird script that looked halfway between cyrillic and extraterrestrial. I have no idea what this means, I'm not even fucking British.

Some days I think of a time in which it would be possible for me to come towards the necessity of true judgement of character. I see, within the face of the man before me, the possibility of a true chance of glory. In some way, he is what it is to be one. I desire - in a certain sense - the ability to push against the dull weight of the modern and to fully embody the act of the true. This being, of course, the act of martyrdom. It is only through the shedding of my own blood that the Nation can be resurrected.

O dear. It appears that you have entered the zone of the imaginative retard - a being so capable of violence that it runs towards the lives of innocent little Indian baby monkeys and claws them to death. You feel sad? Tough luck bucko! You better pull yourself up by your Aldi own brand shoelaces and draw yourself towards violence upon the very nature of your own unnatural vice. Indeed, it is so. I say to you that you must grasp with all your strength the might of the great Stephen O'Neill. It is in him that our hope for the future of autistic retardation and stuff lies.

Everyone itt wants to fuck their mothers.

>>15793849
No.

I dreamed about when I sat beside a girl.

>>15791109
I had a dream day before yesterday where I was running from authorities with a girl in some medieval setting and eventually we got caught and got tied together with the girl and lined up on a plank above some lake/pond for the executioner to shoot through both our heads with one straight shot.
I moved my head right before the trigger was pulled and the girl fell into the lake with blood splattering all over me as I watched.

After we were in the water I was no longer tied nor was the girl even there but I was just underwater and looking up I saw that the surface of the water was on fire. Don't remember anything past that.
I always have dreams where I'm chased, I only remember being chased in my dreams since I could remember. Sometimes it's some cartoon character, other times it's characters from a book or a movie, or random people chasing me.
I always know they're trying to kill me from the moment I can remember the dream, there's no turning point or anything I just have to run and keep running. After I get caught I don't usually remember much after that.

>>15793930
I think it means you're based

>>15791109
I had a dream in which I had to play a game show on Antarctica. I was surrounded by blue ice jumping obstacles and navigating the frozen tundra all while being chased by polar bears. I actually wrote this one down in my dream journal upon waking but still can't make heads or tails of it.

>>15793939
Based on what?

Years ago I had a dream I was in a backyard in some area that looked like close to home but I’m not sure where, there was a bike path in the back yard and a lake beside it. I don’t know what this house was or why, but I suddenly had a feeling I’d see something and I had to leave, so I walked up a little hill in the side yard to get out as fast as I could, and I walked past the exact 2 old friends I was fearing would show up for some reason. I kept walking and went away and then started dreaming about something different

>>15793767
yeah

going with The Good and The One or as Christians would put it with christ is always martyrdom.
the light of the divine, if embodied rightfully, is to bright for most people to bear

>>15791109
I'm pretty tame and regular guy but I have really violent and twisted dreams. They're not nightmares because I'm never afraid. Most of my dreams involve me killing random people and if they're women I rape them before or after killing them. It's been like this since my adolescence. A few nights ago I had a dream where I engaged in cannibalism. I dream very regularly and even had a period of my life where I had a necrophilia dream every few nights where I would maim and dismember women before having sex with the corpse. The dream I had last night was about me running around with -- what looked like a bread knife -- slashing people in the street and inside a big house even sawing people's heads off with the knife.

I just assumed it was normal to hyper violent dreams but apparently not.

Two nights before I drove home with my dad (white) to visit my (black) mom and sister(ergo we are biracial children), I had a dream where we were all riding in my mother's car. My dad was driving at night in our hometown (where my dad and I are now located). I looked out the window and saw police sirens everywhere, and white people with semi-automatic weapons and rifles on the sides of the streets, and it was a full blown war going in our town, that's something like 80-90% white. All I really remember was my dad having to make a crazy ass u-turn and saying we have to leave town. Then I woke up.

I'm starting a business so I can shit on people who haven't started a business
I'm getting a degree in college so I can shit on people who don't have degrees

Had a dream awhile ago that there was like a metal enclosed second-story layer to earth in the sky and most of the population lived in it
There were elevators that went down to the surface and this girl I was with wanted to show me the surface. She told me that it's dangerous to go to the surface because something is wrong with the air, but we went anyways and the surface of the earth where we got off the elevator was overgrown with like a jungle and foliage and shit and you could see broken up heaps of concrete and stuff and monuments and statues and stuff everywhere

That's all I remember but it was pretty vivid and seemed like something out of a sci-fi novel

I keep dreaming of big spider webs with dozens of spiders scurrying around on them in my room. What does this mean?

>>15791109
my reoccurring dreams involve fucking my high school crushes in hogwarts or i just wake up feeling incredibly scared/unsettled and i don't remember why.

i don't think often, i infrequently have an internal voice that comments on interesting events or mulls over problems/desires/regrets but it fades out eventually. do you anons have a constant in internal monologue?

when i read i don't even have a voice in my head, i just process the information. i still imagine the scenery and people though. for example when i typed this post i didn't have an internal voice reading it to me until i though about it while writing this last sentence.

>>15798311
>do you anons have a constant in internal monologue?
Yes, and it is insufferable

I opened the door to find an acquaintance I know along with someone else standing outside in freezing weather with their hands gone black from frostbite. I could see them as having been there for hours and I screamed at them for why they would continue to stand outside my door and not go seek shelter somewhere else. They didn't say anything to me as they came inside my house and starting discussing amongst themselves something I couldn't understand. I was worried about the frostbite but they wouldn't let me treat it and basically ignored me while eating some of my food. I then woke up.

>>15793834
Very cool

>tfw all my dreams have some background of despair
it's hard to explain, i used to feel a lot of stuff in dreams, but now every sensation i have feels tainted by a feeling of fear, regret, and despair.
What does this mean?

>>15791936
>>15791954
dem Jodorowsky vibes as well

>>15791328
If you ran from the bear and started panting, that could represent sex, maybe with that woman, maybe in another sense.

>>15791897
If we are speaking about dreams in a very basic sense, they fulfill wishes (which are formed in your subconscious) so that you can peacefully sleep. So you have homicidal tendencies or so it appears - I wonder if killing something like a bird or a stray cat would fulfill that wish? Or maybe you have some deep anger towards a person that you resolve by killing - more context is needed for me.

For me, not a dream, but a fragment. I oftentimes dream that I am sitting at some kind of desk, and either the legs of the desk break all at once and the top crushes me, or the legs of the chair break and I fall on the ground. I usually flinch IRL, too. Anyone have any idea why? Is someone raping me in my sleep?

>>15798661
This one should be obvious to you

>>15799386
Do you feel that way while you are awake?

>>15799601
>Do you feel that way while you are awake?
somewhat, yes

>twillight
>walking over a field with nothing growing on it yet
>my real life parent's rabbit is by my side and preaches about my wrong ways
>I don't listen to his words
>Grab a shovel from the ground and turn around to smash the rabbit
>he is nowhere to be seen
>I frankly become the area, the soil of the field, the rocks and pebbles on it, the bushes which mark the edge, the tempestuous clouds above and the trees of the sparse forest nearby, as the wind starts to blow stronger

this stays for hours without the light ever changing

>at the edge of a forest in a man made ditch there is a train track
>on this train track is a strange lone wagon stationed
>I try to hide from the alien freak I know is walking on it
>it finds me and instead of harming me it thanks me, wishes me good fortune and gifts me an alien gun and two bikes (one kinda shitty and one really new; both mountian bikes)
>As he drives off in the front of his wagon I try to rush off with all my new belongings and crawl with them up the side of the ditch
>cops in solid special OPs tier equipment ride up on electric bikes
>they spot me on the top of the ditch and all (7-9 or so) approach me
>I try to hide my alien Luger in the back of my pants
>somehow all the cops are asian guys now
>they ask me if I have seen the guy and after I answer no they then ask where I got that gun from

black out into:

>wake up in futuristic but Dieselpunk factory
>Group I am with everyone is 15-19 yo and in military uniform
>we approach the caucasus mountains form the south
>i know we are completely undertrained
>get caught in an ambush in Ossetia
>catch two guys trying to flank our left and shoot repeatedly into their bodies till they stop trying to stumble and crawl away
>a waiter walks out of a classical alpine restaurant jsut next to us some 10 meters away, and asks me if I have made up my mind yet with what I wanted
>as I look over I find out our centre (which is only like 10 meters away) got hit with heavy bombs and everyone surrendered
>A war I just figured out who the enemy was is already lost
>our unit perishes while I sit in the same spot I shot the other two and don't move for what feels like days

I wake up

Probably gonna try the /x/ psychoanalysist thread

Well, some days I like to eat big cheese pizzas made out of the flesh of dead pigs. It is due to the consumption of this swine that I eat bacon. Wow! I am amazed. Please tell me about the time you gouged out a man's eyes while he begged for his mother. It is absolutely true that I have a principle of vengeance against Russians, Germans, and Anglos. I say, it is time. We must cast of the shackles of limp-wristed moderation and embrace the violent extremism of epic terrorism. It is through the process of symbolic violence that we come to an understanding of the nature of being an insufferable piece of retarded - in a physical sense - chair. The history of Colditz is interesting when viewed in light of our knowledge of Anglo degeneracy and Italian fascism. You may believe that I am a pseud. You would be true in thinking that. I am a pseud. I am a retard. I have literally been diagnosed with autism. I have no talent in writing - as you can clearly see - and I have talents in nothing else capable of redeeming my insufferable character. You may tell me to go back to /pol/, but /pol/ is truly beyond me. I am so pathetic that I must be cast out from the confines of /pol/ into the cringey darkness of /lit/. He I am condemned to lie - with all my fellow pseuds.

Really funny guys but lets not entertain the thought anything Freud did has merit.

>>15791907
I think you're aware at some level that your love for your friend is unsustainable– you associate the end goal of marriage with death. You're almost digging your own grave. But to "pick out" a grave, as though it were in a catalog, sounds a lot less physical– I assume because you're not sleeping with this girl. If only your relationship involved a little digging around in each other's graves, hey?

>>15791109
I am in a stolen car, I suddenly see blue lights in the rear view and hear sirens, I speed away and end up pulling into the driveway of a small bungalow, the walls are crumbling and it looks rundown from the outside. I realise that this is my safe house, I can hide from the police, upon entering I am hit with a wall of bouncing bass sound, the lighting is a deep red interspersed with blue light screaming from old boxy televisions dotted around this open plan living room/kitchen. The TV's are all playing the same video of animals decomposing. I can hear voices like a part is happening but no one is in the room with me. I remember that I'm being pursued so I scramble to the windows and start to draw the curtains, as I'm doing this it occurs to me that they are not actually curtains but in fact are dead bodies hooked onto the curtain rail. Then I woke up.

>>15799979
>BASED

once i had a dream that my sister gave me a bowl of noodles
and then i woke up sad because i had no noodles

>>15791109

I dreamt that I was running from the Russian mob, looking for help to save my trapped family from them. I tried to get help from some people who I thought were police officers but one of them, a huge bald guy, tried to rape me. I woke myself up before it happened.

i don't remember my dreams. they also mean absolutely nothing. please stop trying to mystify something so mundane and pointless.

The sun was shining white, and in the middle of a meadow of yellow grass was a large white building of utilitarian architecture.
I was with my family and my girlfriend's family, as well as my girlfriend, carrying umbrellas, towels and other bathroom accessories.

We went up the first stairs, they were long and of pure white marble, and at the top of the stairs there was a completely empty pool of people, crystalline. Next door was a restaurant with a very long light-wood bar, and the waiters and cooks were moving frantically, although there was no one. There the dream ended, it was quite short. What I remember most about the dream was a great aura of summer peace and comfort.

My girlfriend has a recurrent dream in which she gathers with all of her old classmates to do groups and play a deadly escape room in which of you win you are given millions of dollars, and from there the dream has different variations.

In the last one she had she found our son (who doesn't exist) he was practically the same as me phisically and was a millionaire, but he was in a wooden ship and extremely thin, he was almost starving. Then she sort of dissuaded him to give her the money or he wouldn't be allowed to meet me.

>>15801768
Another recurring dream of her is that there's a race war or an apocalyptic event and I usually rescue or save her in those dreams.

Last night I dreamt about tearing my dick off and trying to suck it, then casually "plopping" it back on to jack off normally.

>>15801701
>>15801768
You're gay.
>>15800893
Your mom touches you innapriorately.
>>15800127
Youre gay.
>>15799979
>(((Cheese pizza)))
>>15799386
Look into hormone therapy.
>>15798661
You want to fuck your best friend.
>>15798311
Gay, small penis too probably. Dick pic for dick pic?

>>15791109
I have constant dreams of going to different places. I usually am always travelling by bus or foot. I go through places that seem familiar to me but that I never went to in real life. These types of dreams are common, and they somehow feel connected. I keep travelling, knowing that I have to reach a specific destination, but I don't really know what or where it is.

>>15801857
>but I don't really know what
meant to say "but I don't really know why I must reach it"

I had been invited by the headmaster of my high school, which is now called the Freiherr vom Stein-Schule, to contribute something to a Festschrift in honour of its fiftieth anniversary. Dream: a ceremony in which I had been solemnly installed as head of music of the high school. The repulsive old music teacher, Herr Weber, together with a new music teacher, danced atten- dance on me. After that, there was a great celebratory ball. I danced with a giant yellowish-brown Great Dane – as a child such a dog had been of great importance in my life. He walked on his hind legs and wore evening dress. I sub- mitted entirely to the dog and, as a man with no gift for dancing, I had the feeling that I was able to dance for the first time in my life, secure and without inhibition. Occasionally, we kissed, the dog and I. Woke up feeling extremely satisfied.

>>15798648
rough life anon, i only get the insufferable thoughts for 10-15 minutes before going to bed
>>15801801
got it right for me kek

>>15791109
Somewhere near a branch campus of my university, I am walking (somewhere) in an unusually bright night (the sky is almost entirely a luminescent, deep blue, like I am walking in a coral reef or aquarium), and it begins to rain. I take shelter in an inter-campus shuttle stop which I have visited many times before, but my crush, who has never been there, nor has ever taken the shuttle, also joins me a few moments after. She is uncharacteristically skittish, and dressed in a trench-coat with sunglasses. We engage in conversation about her pre-med classes (and something else, I had this dream nearly a year ago). The night darkens but the streetlights brighten and multiply. Her clothes change to something far more summery outfit, revealing her horribly ashen elbows. They are almost ragged. The rest of her is the very image of health (save bags under her eyes, if we are nitpicking), but she is desperately trying to hide her elbows.

>>15791907
KEITAI FINDS A WAY

>>15802099
I should add that this is the latest dream where I have seen her, the previous two had been kissing on stairs that looked suspiciously like the ones from Darude sandstorm but in my mind were somewhere in one of our university's campuses (this was before I had set foot in the place), the other was in a room laid out somewhat like the dorm I was currently residing in (she did not dorm or even attend classes at that particular campus) but larger and powder blue instead of piss yellow, with softer lighting. She was making tea and hugging me from behind.

Was in a parking lot with two high school friends. It got cold and we were in the middle of an abandoned city so we hid in that car. We fell asleep and woke up covered in dust and aware that a great many years had passed. Somehow we knew that life as we knew it was over. There was dust everywhere. I saw a younger versions of ourselves walking by and joking about resting in an identical clone of the car we were in. I yelled at them through the sunroof and begged them not to do that so they wouldn't be trapped forever like me and my friends, who were yelling with me.

I persuaded them after I told them their names and by the time I got fully back inside the car I realized both my friends had fallen asleep in a slumber they wouldn't awaken from. Satisfied I had prevented another tragedy I sat down next to the closest friend and fell asleep, content in the face of eternity.

Dreamed I was in the process of getting back with my ex of almost a decade ago. Not somebody I'm actively carrying a torch for but definitely the closest I've come to getting it right and somebody my thoughts have turned to in the past couple of days thinking kind of what could have been (been holed up with the coof, does shit to the mind.)

Anyway, there seemed to have been some kind of running implication that I'd gotten hammered and did something horrible that killed our revival in the womb. The specifics are poorly defined, owing in the dream continuity to the blackout, as well as the timeline being all fucked because it seems to occur over the course of some indeterminate number of days where I fuck something up, get drunker to cope, try to make it right, get drunk again to cope with failing to fix it, and the hodgepodge of terrible things I'm led to believe I've done (by her and by mutual friends) occur in the blackouts.

The foundation seems to have been that I either cheated on her or expressed the desire to, possibly by heavily flirting with another woman at some event we were both at. I remember towards the end pleading with her that nothing happened and it was a mistake that won't be repeated, but she's in tears at this point seemingly insisting that it doesn't matter if she forgives me for that, because by now I've done something or some combination of things so much worse.

Sort of tangential blips occur at one point where I'm helping somebody check into a hotel, knowing that by his being there I'm abetting something he'll do that destroys the life of her or one of our close friends; but I'm drunk and nihilistically allowing this to happen because I think that at this point it's past all redemption. Later this person and I are walking in the city and see her and our mutual friends a couple of blocks behind. We start running apparently not wanting to be seen.

>>15799566
>If we are speaking about dreams in a very basic sense, they fulfill wishes (which are formed in your subconscious) so that you can peacefully sleep.
Shut up retard Jung btfo'd these retarded reductive takes on dreams irreversibly.

>>15791109
I had a dream I was with my parents but got separated. I was in the hills trying to make a bow. I met a crippled man and two demons (people with dark circles around their eyes). I introduced myself to the three of them and the demons were afraid of me; one wouldn't acknowledge me and the other murmured that I was on drugs. Then a woman sat on my lap as we drank wine. I flirted with her and she said that I should act out my desires.

What mean?

I stopped smoking weed two days ago so this dream was ultra vivid.

I dreamed that I woke up in my bed in a warm pool of my own blood, looking down to find that my penis had been cut off. I rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I proceeded to puke in the dream and that's when I woke up IRL.

>>15791874
You might feel like you're outside of the world or outside of the group to the point where you've even alienated yourself from yourself. This dream seems like the culmination of this self hatred or possibly importer syndrome. Try grounding yourself focusing on self love and pride and acceptance.

>>15803008
Seems like you're trying to reconcile what your life is now compared either to what it was in high school, or what you thought it would be by now while you were in high school.

I started having a lot of dreams with people from HS a couple years ago when I started getting melancholic thinking where I could be in my social or artistic endeavors by now if I hadn't spent every year until 19 playing Nintendo and jacking off. It sounds like toward the end you got some closure though which is nice.

I tend to dream of myself I different forms but all me mentally always looking for something or someone or otherwise running from something or someone. I'm always on a search in my dreams either voluntarily or because I've been cast into one. And these dreams are never quite happy dreams nor nightmares they just are.

I think it might reflect a sense of lack of direction or feeling lost, but overall I feel pretty grounded in life, I wonder what aspects of lack of direction these dreams might point to?

>>15803541
Kinda weird that you'd get an emasculation motif specifically from quitting fag grass.

>be child
>walk into backward
>there's an X-Wing in the backyard
>with a lightsaber for me
>get in and fly away
>never felt so joyous
>wake up

>in class
>have to stop a friend of mine and some random chick after they each try to murder someone with a hammer and an axe
>they both hug me afterwards

>>15803609
He has accepted.

was walking around in the alleyway behind my house on a humid day. the grass was overgrown and wild, and i there was lots of puddles in the mud reflecting the blue sky. was with my friends and some girls who i was unfamiliar with. the girl with the largest and most shapely ass approached me and touched my penis through my shorts, at which point my friends and the other girls left.

the girl led me through an increasingly geometrically unlikely series of alleyways that all looked similar to the first, until we arrived at her house. we went inside and stood under the stairs, where she gave me a blowjob. while she was giving me the blowjob i looked to the right and her mother and aunt were sitting at a table by a glass door playing cards. they watched as i came in her mouth and as i left i could hear them talking about how odd it was that the girl would suck my penis in full view of them.

>>15791109
Psychoanalysis this guy

>>15804184
Lack of sympathy.

My most recent dream was a few days ago, from what I can remember I was walking along some train tracks with a girl and guy I felt very close with but can not recognise, on the tracks opposite us bmws were driving really fast past us, then there was a hole in the fence and we climbed through, we were on a hillside in a lot of ditches and we slept there for the night, then we woke up and climbed out of the ditches and we were on the side of a highway overlooking a city and a beautiful bay, on the opposite mountain across the bay sat a helicopter and I said "look guys we are home, their is the helicopter" and then the helicopter started to take off, it went wrong and started spinning uncontrollably heading over us and crash landed in the ditches exactly where we had slept. I then woke up and had the overwhelming feeling of how a few more minutes of sleep would have changed our fates completely.

On another note, this next one was my strangest dream ever and I still can't explain it.

Years ago I used to walk my sisters dog (an American Akita) every day, I would go through my town and then cross a main road to get into the entrance of a nature walk area, well one day when I was standing at the main road waiting for the cars to clear, I looked both ways before crossing and you can see at least 100 metres both ways, the road was completely clear. As soon as I stepped into the road an audi car with jet black windows sped past missing me and the dog by inches, and it kept driving but the dog went psycho at it barking like crazy, it wasn't until I reached the other side of the road when I remembered I had a dream the night before detailing exactly what had just happened, everything was exactly the same, the car, the windows, how close it was to hitting us, the dog barking like crazy. How could I dream of something happening before it has happened?

Hade a dream where I went to a political meetup in the country wide with other identitarians with my girlfriend and we both ended up getting raped. 0/10 dream

>>15804295
What causes someone to become like this? Its something I see a lot and really want to avoid.

I was walking down the street with a girl I really like. It was a really dark day with a heavy gray sky that looked stormy, but we were just acting normal.
We were waiting for the bus and there were a lot of holes all over the street, recently dug holes. You could see the mountains of dirt still there.
We were the only people there. But then a man came across the street and he looked really suspicious. I thought he was going to rub us when I saw him pulling a gun, but before I had any time to react he shot my girl in the face and then shot me through the eyes.
It all happened so quickly I couldn't even move my hands to cover my face. After I got shot, the world automatically turned black and I could feel myself falling into a never ending void, I heard her scream but I knew that was impossible because she was also dead.
I was starting to really panic when things went dark, but my dream started calming myself down and I transitioned into being awake, like the darkness just gave in to the what my eyes were seeing.

My theory: I'm very afraid of dying.

I'm lying on a bed of roses with my childhood sweetheart while the school bully is dying of asphyxiation behind us.
Is my subconscious based or coping?

I have a dream... In my dream I see a world freed from the burden of falsehood. I see a world reborn in perfection. I see the rule of purity, and how is this dream to come true? And how is this world to be born? Only through tribulation. Only through great and terrible suffering, destruction and retribution. Yes, I have a dream... In my dream I see tide after tide of violent conflict. I see rivers of blood. I see death and more death - death at every turn. I see a massive destabilisation of prevaling social structures, and a populace that quickly reverts to barbarism. I see animalistic tribes doing battle for land, for food and for water. Fighting just to survive. I see a huge loss of human life... Streets littered with corpses, and a spreading pestilence runs rampant. I see vast stacks of severed heads and bodies dangling from lamp posts. I see the grandeur of the days of old return, and public squares once more illuminated by crucified Christians: human torches set ablaze as in the time of Nero and Diocletian. I see a world on fire... And the midday sun blocked out by flocks ravens that descend to peck at the bloated cadavers strewn about the streets. Yes, I have a dream: a dream of a world cleansed by destruction, a world purified by fire, a world in ashes. And when the last ember's have died, and when the last ashes have all settled, then shall the summit's exist in the clouds once again, then shall the valleys rejoice in their depths. And nevermore shall the summit and the valley come to meet upon the plain.

what's that even mean?