I was in my bed, and then I was in a swamp but it was mixed with a sewer, there were weird wines crawling the bricked walls on the sides and I was walking and I understood/felt that this was not how it was supposed to be. I heard something ahead and I basically said to my semi-conscious self: "fuck it, I'm out". I managed to turn back (the floor got a grip on my feet) and walk to the other end and I wanted to see better and suddenly there was light. I felt like I was powerful and jumped to the ceiling, I tore it.
I flew for some times and lost control over it, I have some very vague memories of the rest but I wasn't in control anymore.
One of my favourites is from sometime in my last couple years of highschool.
I was a girl named Jane, and I was living in a dormitory or boarding school or something, and I knew that I had previously been in trouble for "spending too much money and being a bad influence on the other girls." There was a woman in a sharp pink suit who was kind of following and keeping an eye on me throughout the dream, and if I was caught doing it again there was a vague implication I'd be arrested or involuntarily committed or something. Anyway, in highschool IRL there was a quiet girl named Marie that I kind of idolised and was too shy to talk to; here in the dream she had started talking to me and wanting to hang out. I was extremely excited to do so, and we went out to the mall together with a couple of friends. When we went to the food court and sat down to order food -- it was set up like barstools at a bar in front of each restaurant for some reason -- I suddenly realised I'd messed up. I was spending money, and I was in trouble. I felt extremely guilty and dumb for falling back into this habit I'd sworn I wouldn't do again --- but then Marie took out her wallet, a ratty cloth wallet covered with patches, and she took out money to pay for our meals. I can't describe how relieved I was.
Suddenly, the best way I know how to say it is that the dream switched to a 3rd-person view. I saw what Jane looked like for the first time, a tall blonde girl sitting there with Marie on one side and her two other friends on the other, with a couple of unrelated customers in the other seats. Then the view shifted, and I realised what I was seeing there was still Jane's perspective -- she was seeing those other people, but in reality, there was no Marie. There were empty seats where the two friends had been. There was just Jane, by herself, holding the ratty cloth wallet and pulling out money to pay the man. And while I watched, the lady in the sharp pink suit walked up and dragged Jane away, screaming.
And then I woke up!
I don't remember the most recent one, but I do remember one in which I shot a person ;v; It was a while ago.
It stuck to me, because it was a whole new experience.
I usually fought monsters and ghosts before, but this time, I was on that class trip, and there was that clingy girl that stayed by my side all the time. She was kinda annoying, and I tried to keep my distance from her, but she was persistant with tagging along. The class trip was to visit a theatre. But I had to leave before the play started, sneaked out, because I had some shady business to do at an abandoned place.
Long story short, the clingy girl followed me and witnessed something she shouldn't (I am vaguely remembering that part) and I had to kill her. And I did. With a gun. And the feeling is impossible to describe. I felt relieved that I got rid of a witness, one that was hella annoying at that, but then there was the adrenaline rush of terrible guilt overwhelming me.
I joined my class trip soon after and I decided to pretend that nothing happened.
When we got to the bus, the teacher asked me where's the girl? Since she was clinging to me, everyone thought we're best friends. I lied that I didn't know where she went. And from that moment I kept having that guilt feeling mixed with paranoia that someone will find out my crime and throw me in jail.
A group of my friends created a small detective group, and asked me to join it, to find the missing girl. Ironically I joined that group to monitor their progress and step in with false leads when they get close to the truth. I remember "investigating" with them. All the while laughing at them internally, that I was the criminal they were looking for. It felt like being Light from Death Note.
Look at this wall of text :'D
It was really super intense, I can still feel a taste of it. If you have that crushing feeling in your chest when you lie to someone, it was 10 times worse, I tell you. Soooo not worth it :'D
I have a lot of dreams to share, but not today as I am going to bed soon XD
I might drop by every now and then and tell you more ovo
I have weird dreams all the time. The funniest tho has to be the time where I realized I was dreaming, so I asked Deidara (from Naruto) to bring me two cute guys...because well you know . So he left and came back with one guy and I got pissed at him and said I wanted two. It wasn't until several weeks later when I realized Deidara was suppose to be the second guy.
I also once had a dream where I was in a train which fell off a cliff and we landed in North Korea.
Another where I as Lucky (from Lucky Charms) and I was driving a flying bus full of kids and there were no seats.
And my favorite...Hell broke loose and my high school (from the FUTURE) had to pull our souls out of our bodies (so more or less killing us) so that we could all go to heaven and Satan could not have our souls. The rest of the dream was about "heaven" and it was WEIRD.
That plot twist though, he just wanted some love x'D (I searched him up and he ain't that bad looking lolol)
How was NK like? hopefully it was a land of happiness and glitter and teddy bears :' D
It's the Magically Delicious School Bus (really hungry right now so I'm not really helping myself lmao)
That last dream sounds like a good story idea, though heaven sounds like a trippy place from how you described it x'D Hey at least you aren't burning in hell lol
First off, WELCOME TO TAPASTIC!! I think I speak for everyone when I say we're super mega glad you've joined our ranks and can't wait to see you around.
Next: I only remember like 2 or 3 dreams per year, and I've been having the same ones over and over for as long as I can remember. Also, they're all hyper violent and disturbing.
So! A sampling of the most recent ones:
☞ I wasn't in this dream. There was a pristine indoor marble pool. Instead of water, it was filled with the blood and feathers and chunks of fur. A beautiful woman did a perfect swan-dive in. The blood didn't ripple, and she never surfaced.
☞I was six or seven the first time I had this dream, and that's the age I am in it. My mother and I are at Wal-Mart, in the meat section. I'm looking at the clothing section, and that's when I see them— velociraptors, hiding in the clothes racks. I watch as they leap out at all the shoppers around me, silently drag them back behind the racks, and devour them.
☞A gang of old people tried to run over my students with an SUV so I tracked them down one-by-one and killed them very slowly by stabbing them in the spine with a knife sharpener. (I love my students, ok?)
☞And arguably the weirdest dream piece? There's this treehouse that recurs in many of my dreams. It's in the middle of a redwood forest, about the size of a trailer and built on top of four or five story tall poles. Whenever I run into this treehouse, I realize I'm in a dream and can control all the events of the dream. Sometimes I'll be running from monsters, sometimes I'll be chasing down bad guys, sometimes I'll just be walking through doors that all lead nowhere. I end up in this redwood forest, look up at the treehouse, and bam! I'm ready to become the dreamgod.