No.900
I was in my hometown, bought alcohol for teenage girls and played basketball with them. It was easy because I'm much taller. Also we were supposed to meet with my friend, but he was arrested for something.
No.901
Had a strange dream recently where I was on some kind of vacation in a bus driving to our target location, and suddenly the bus stopped at the bottom of a hill, it was said that we now arrived at Himalaya (which suspiciously looked like hills in Germany), and everyone went out, because from now on we had to go by bike to reach our target, and I seemingly was the only one who didn't know that. Since I had no intention of doing this, I decided to go the opposite direction and found a roadside shop where I tried to explain the people there that I need to go to the next big city. I remember more strange stuff happening there, but I forgot, it didn't seem threatening though, more like inconvenient.
>>900Had a good laugh because it subverted my expectations:
>bought alcohol for teenage girlsHow will the story go from there? Prediction: "And then I tried to hit on them"
>and played basketball with them.OK, getting physical with the now drunk teenage girls, ok, what's next: "And then I tried to have segs with them!"
>It was easy because I'm much tallerspede.jpg
No.902
I'd like to be… no wait, I guess you mean the other kind of dream.
In that case, question: How do you even know? When I sleep I sleep. I don't know what my brain does then.
No.903 KONTRA
Was scaling up the facade of a tall building in Ukraine during a heavy snow storm. Some of my old schoolmates were there, but they were grown up and everyone had military gear on. Saw two other people climbing up as well, maybe 20 meters away and the visibility was poor. A bit later I was sure that they were Russians, but no one seemed to agree. Started to hurry up, and kept almost falling off over and over again. Got to the roof and waited for the rest to come up. Then finally when everyone including the Russians got up, they started acting all sus. Then someone confirmed my suspicions so I shot them.
We went inside the building. On the other side of the windows there was a lush jungle, while the building itself was freezing and full of snow and ice. Two black men appeared in the jungle and rigged up a zipline using bows and arrows between the jungle and indoors, so we could trade with them. When I was about to collect some weapons from the zipline, suddenly one of the men stood right outside then window and tried to stab me with a mosin that had a bayonet attached. I took cover right under the window as he had tough time hitting me there due to the ergonomics. One of my buddies just stood behind me and was asking what the hell I was doing, and not helping or reacting in any other way. Woke up when the bayonet grazed my spine.
Don't think I've ever had dreams in which I kill people. But during a year I've had two. And in both cases it was Russian soldiers. Don't like it.
>>902>When I sleep I sleep.How do you know you sleep? Perhaps you're only ceding the control of your body to a Japanese salaryman for a couple of hours.
No.905
>>903> Perhaps you're only ceding the control of your body to a Japanese salarymanPicrelated is how the average Japanese person would feel in my body.
t. tall
No.918
A few days ago I had a strange dream where I went out into the garden to clear a small patch of rocks for cultivation between two large rocks that were full of holes. It looked like as if mongooses inhabited them.
On the side of the patch there were fresh green onions blooming.
No.975
Ernst often dreams of being left behind by his peers, for example having to be or wanting to meet some place, and then he can't get there for various reasons, because he's late, he can't find the way or he can only move in slomo, whatever. Then everybody goes along fine without Ernst. Not sure if this is fear of abandonment or something more subtle.
>>965>Then a steady stream of women kept coming into the pool and talking with meAnother regular day for the average Ernst #justErnstThings
No.985
I picked up my tanned Balkan gf and I drove us to eat at some sort of big Currywurst restaurant outside of town. I ordered a Currywurst with fries and extra fries but the guy wouldn't sell the extra fries to me and mocked me: "what do you need extra fries for, there's already fries with the Currywurst?"
The gf didn't seem to mind and was weirdly non-bitchy and supportive despite her stereotype looks. Then I met my parents and her parents and assorted friends and people from my past there whom I wasn't so eager to meet: A former friend who behaved erratically and I ended up cutting contact with and I feel a bit guilty about it. A girl from school whom I groped when she danced with me at a party. A school bully with whom I didn't really have contact, he who was wearing a police uniform and congratulated me on my current studies. Gave me his hand and I noticed he had really dirty fingernails but I ended up reluctantly shaking his hand because he seemed to be an acquaintance of the Balkan gf.
No.998 KONTRA
>>975>Ernst often dreams of being left behind by his peersThere must be something going if you have dreams with reoccurring themes.
>Another regular day for the average Ernst #justErnstThingsTrue... True...
>>986Nice try, but mods don't dream.
>"trans rights are human rights" which i am not a big fan of.Wow, what a bigot. With this attitude among the management we'll never reach gender quotas on EC.
No.1003
I remember a recurring bad dream I had as a child: I was usually alone at our flat, and it was dark. Then a scary music (which I picked up from TV) started playing, the door of our cupboard started menacingly banging open and close 2 times, and then it would forcibly pull me in and keep me suspended inside for a few seconds until I woke up. The physical sensations of being pulled in and being stuck were VERY real back then, but this dream faded away in my adolescence, I can't remember when I had it the last time.
>>998>There must be something going if you have dreams with reoccurring themes.I'd say it's the single most prominent topic of my dreams these days, even if the majority I remember is just random shite. The feel it induces is also always the same, a feeling of light desparation for not being able to keep up with the peer group, yet not because of ability or something, but mainly because of missing crucial informations, like where or when to meet, or how to arrive there on time. So I assume it's an expression of not fitting into my peer group and being left out of the loop.
No.1062 KONTRA
>>1003Had another similar one tonight. For whatever reason I was at a carnival street party and wanted to go home by train, but all the ticket vending machines were either out of business or screwed up all my inputs, so I had to start over and over again, until the train arrived and left without me, while everyone else just boarded the train, no idea if they all had ticekts or just didn't give a fuck, since they were pissed up carnivalists.
No.1158
Several months ago I had a dream that was initially percieved as a documentary film about someone else, but as the dream went on I identified with the character more and more. The key moment was a scene where the character/me was in a sort of a gothic/Blade Runnerish circular room, alone. He/I was alone, depressed, dissatisfied with everything in his life. As he/I was reflecting on his/my existence, he/I started licking and pushing around numbers within his/my mouth. Basically, the numbers just appeared as physical objects, and I played with them with my tongue. At the end, I realised just how much power over my life I have, I knew I have total awareness of the responsibility and control over every part of my being and of my future history. Everything will be shaped as I desire. In the moment of realisation, I crushed a number 5 with my teeth.
I woke up. I will never fix my life.
No.1159
>>998>There must be something going if you have dreams with reoccurring themes.I frequently dream about discovering some valuable phenomenon, usually pertaining to literature or linguistics, somewhere online or in an old book. Something clicks in my mind at that point, and the feeling is ecstatic, I want to teach it to other people, or use it myself, new horizons of knowledge seem to form.
But every time I wake up there's a crash of disappointment when I realise it was empty knowledge, and I forget it all within moments.
I started fearing that moment even during the dream. As I start feeling I'm about to wake up, I think of the knowledge even harder, trying to etch it into my brain, hoping that somehow I'll take it with myself back into the real world.
What does this dream mean, herr Freud?
No.1166 KONTRA
In my parents house, there was a decked out tuning car complete with a large spoiler and blue undercarriage neon lights. The car was driving around the backyard and I walk outside from my old room to see what's going on, two women emerge from the car and begin threatening me and they succeed for a moment, I start walking back inside until I think "it's only two girls". Turning back to the car, there are now 4 men behind them holding rifles. They don't explain why they're there, but I now notice both the women are wearing Sheriff Tiraspol shirts. I go back inside and have to explain to my parents that my online shenanigans led to armed Transnistrian militants showing up in their backyard. I wake up during the apex of the shame.
No.1176 KONTRA
For the last couple of times I've woken up and thought "what the fuck was that" and forgotten the dream immediately. Annoying.
>>1159It means that you think your mother considers you a failure. Whatever you succeed in is not good enough.
>>1166Ebin dream, why the shame?
No.1227
>>1158>depressed, dissatisfied with everything in his life>At the end, I realised just how much power over my life I haveThat is a good thing. Realizing that oneself is responsible for most things that go wrong with life is empowering, because that means those things can be fixed by oneself. It's human nature (and a very common trait on imageboards) to blame failure on others (parents, women, jews, whatever), because no one likes to accept responsibility for things that went wrong. But blaming others is also a lazy choice, because it relieves the person of any pressure to try and change something. That doesn't mean that everyone should always self-improve until they drop, some failures simply can be accepted, while others might be worth fixing. But at least the choice should be available.
No.1423
I had two dreams. In one I was doing some shit tier work for a company and then they suddenly decided to hire me to star in a documentary and they would have paid me 20 million HUF to do it. After a bit of thinking I said yes.
The other dream was me and a group of friends going to a small German bar in the summer, it was above an ice rink. The owner would make discriminatory remarks about us using his place only to cool down, so I started delivering a heartfelt speech to convince him to be nicer, all in German, except for a few words which I could not remember, and the few seconds wherw English kept slipping through.
I don’t think I ended up convincing him though. He went off to do something else and even if I convinced him, my friends remained hostile and were intent on pranking him.
No.2410 KONTRA
>>2392I used to crack eggs beautifully with one hand. But a catastrophic failure just once broke my mind and I cannot do it anymore. And now cracking eggs open is a stressful event every time. This suffering is too much to bear.
I feel like I've heard about your superhero egg-destroyer of a grandfather before. Very cool regardless.
No.2430 KONTRA
>>2410>I feel like I've heard about your superhero egg-destroyer of a grandfather beforeIt's possible. I know I've written about him before, but RAC has also written of his family- and much more eloquently. Either way, my grandfather divorced my grandmother and moved west before I was born, but my mother talked about him often enough that I know more about him than I do about my paternal grandfather who lived a few miles away. With brick posting about mortality, it strikes me that we are all just that in the end: stories. But those stories, and the characters in them, settle into memory and are recalled as easily- are as real, if you will- as those memories about events we actually experienced.
No.2431 KONTRA
>>2430>But those stories, and the characters in them, settle into memory and are recalled as easily- are as real, if you will- as those memories about events we actually experienced.Indeed, indeed... Perhaps why some people have a habit of taking dreams very seriously.
No.2459 KONTRA
I had to run away from somebody in a rather familiar place. Woke up with a racing heart, nice.
No.2659
I had a dream that a guy was feeding nacho chips to a group of hamserts to get them to breed, only to find out after months of expensive chips-feeding from the guy that sold the hamsters to him that they are sterile.
No.2945
Had a dream that I was getting a blowjob from Adriana Chechik (irl I don't find her interesting at all), who was sucking around and constantly taking photos and spraying fake cum on herself.
After a while she just stopped. I was eager to continue, but she was avoiding me until I realized she just needed a prop for her pictures and was never actually going to suck me off until the end. Rused again!
That's all I really remember from that dream, apart from it taking place in some parterre apartment where the curtains weren't even properly closed, and I think in that dream it was in Amsterdam.
No.2954
>>2945>Had a dream that I was getting a blowjob from Adriana ChechikOne of the biggest mysteries about my dreams is my
usually unfulfilled obsession with women's bodies while awake, and the lack of sexual dreams I experience. I would expect dreaming of bobs and vagene almost every night, but it is actually very rare. Maybe my mind is already saturated on that topic.
No.2969
>>2954Funny enough sex dreams have become more frequent in the past years when my actual daydreaming about sex decreased.
It's probably the age and the realization that while sex is fun, it's not the most important thing in the world. Then again this realization could be due to changing hormone levels.
No.3030
>>3029Would you say that it's difficult for you to describe your emotions beyond naming them?
And how many emotions can you distinguish from anger, fear and joy when you feel them?
No.3033
I had a (in retrospective) funny dream tonight where I was intoxicated and felt bad, and while I was walking up the stairway to my flat (which had nothing to do with where I really live, but I knew a similar house from my childhood), I suddenly felt the urge to take a dump. For reasons that only make sense in a dream, the toilet was on the staircase on the top floor, where also my apartment was, but it was out in the open, and for another totally sane reason I knew I had to carry the toilet around for a few steps to be able to use it. So I carried it to a place still on the stairwell, but which was somehow better suited for toilet use. I took a much needed dump, but then I also had to puke, so I turned around, and while staring down the toilet I noticed that I could look through the bottom of the toilet to the very bottom o the staircase, where all my shit now was located. I went like: Oh noes, and I just moved in here a while ago, now everybody thinks I'm a staircase pooper™, I have to do something. Then I got cleaning utensils and ran down the staircase, only to notice on arrival that this was a different bottom of the staircase now, so there was nothing to clean up, which made me panic because I knew I still had to clean up. Then I woke up.
tl;dr
>Germans
>dream of shit
No.3044
>>3030>Would you say that it's difficult for you to describe your emotions beyond naming them?No. Although it's often unnecessary, I could elaborate on a given emotional state with a combination of metaphor, a description of any physical phenomena which may manifest, and my own internal analysis of whatever action triggered my reaction and why it did so.
>how many emotions can you distinguish from anger, fear and joy when you feel them?Off the top of my head: Curiosity, pride, indignation, confusion, desire....too many, tbh.
No.3050
>>3044>ernst on couch.jpgFuggen saved!
>>3029It feels like a joke how our brain makes us repeat boring stuff of all things in the night instead of allowing some fun. Maybe it is mocking us.
No.3053
In dream I was Hungarian Ernst and solved Japanese crosswords as part of Oriental Studies homework. How many of them have you solved btw (you can see the number in your profile)?
In another I was in ancient underground tomb within a crowd, observing a debate between a conspiracy theorist and an africanist. First claimed that culture of African countries was made up by Europeans colonists. He wrote words in Sanskrit (also fake and invented in London) and proved that African languages were made with exactly the same pattern. Africanist mostly appealed to authority (trust the soyence!) and appeared really weak.
No.3054 KONTRA
>>3053Maybe that's why I had such a hard time falling asleep yesterday.
I've solved 574 of these btw.
No.3056 KONTRA
>>3054Epic, I solve them at every occasion and still have 300 so far.
This was few days ago, yesterday was yet another dream where I was going to war.
No.3057 KONTRA
>>3056My latest dream was that Ukraine declared war on us and I was sorting out what to take with me when fleeing. Stuff like tools, books and electronics.
No.3087
At a bar/night club, some chubby looking character was very rude towards me and I left through the tunnel that leads directly to my house. Halfway through I change my mind and decide to surface - I do so in Lisbon. There were all sorts of marches ongoing and I meet a group of tall Chinese men all wearing shiny suits. I speak to them, but a few exchanges in one of them says I speak "like a communist" and they all turn their backs towards me. At this point, some Asian girl begins following me. She appears to be into me, and says her only deal breaker is people who spend too much time indoors. I tell her that's not the case even in my dreams, I lie to women and we begin heading towards the train station so I can take her home and bed her. Once there, I'm confused as to what subway exactly I'm supposed to take, I remember they built a new train station but I'm not sure if the subway is operational yet Dream manufactured information, the closest subway stop to my house is 25km away and there is no new train station. As I start to ponder the best route, the train station gets more and more chaotic, with big crowds of people queueing up to the tellers and the girl seems to be bored and increasingly restless. My anxiety begins racing, I worry I'm gonna lose this chance to bed a mysterious oriental. More and more people swarm the train station, it's impossible to interact with the tellers given how many people are in front of us. I try to think of the optimal route but the girl seems even more restless and ready to jump ship so I need to think of something fast. The trains board and a new mob of people descend onto the already packed boarding station.
The alarm takes me out of this anxiety inducing situation.
I'm sure I've dreamt about this ghost train station previously, as when trying to think of where it was located I was reminded of another dream from a few years ago that involved trains going to and from Lisbon but some ending up in France. It was a very high tech looking station.
No.3092
First I was diving for a treasure in a river:
The creator of something (I think he *did* build rivers) went crazy and jumped into a river from a windmill with a silver atache case in his arms that contained a bunch of money.
So I went diving with an ugly woman that was substantially older than me and we did indeed find the case.
Then I apparently went to Japan and had this case, or at least a similar one, with me. I got out at the airport, but it was all pretty derelict and apparently there were nothing but betting stations for an unknown kind of "race" there, where funny looking people were betting.
Now, instead of heading straight to the baggage claim, I went outside and found the whole area to be pretty derelict. In fact, it looked like Berlin, one of those spots with abandoned factory/company building that can now either house some hipster web design company, band practice rooms or are just occupied by squatters.
I went around there, there were hallways stuffed with building materials, both new and old. I got kinda lost and didn't find my way back to the airport building. I took out the ancient flashlight that had belonged to my grandma, so I could see anything.
Eventually I found my way to the familiar rooms with people and the door that led me through the room that went back to the airport.
Then the alarm rang.
No.3100
>>3095He sounds like a nice guy, you should go running with him.
No.3146
My dream is to post on kacey against, rangebans are a cruel and unusual punishment.
No.3148
I had a dream in which my sister was the main person. I was just a minor person and only made an appearance at the end.
First, my sister travelled to Vils in Austria to some apartment she had rented with friends. The weather was foggy, cold, wet and rainy. A water pipe broke, and the whole apartment was under water. So they called the landlord. It was weekend and none of the local plumbers was willing to fix the damage. The landlord called her plumber friend who agreed to fix the pipe on the weekend, but he wasn't too happy to do it, and then he had to travel to Magdeburg for work. He had done a shitty job, and the pipe broke again as soon as he left, so my sister and her friends all piled into a first generation Fiat Panda with a folding roof and drove to Italy. Torrential downpours started in Brescia, and the folding roof leaked. My sister got on a Cisalpino in Brescia, and I picked her up in Stuttgart, in my mom's blue golf IV.
No.3152 KONTRA
Had a dream the other night in whcih I took something which killed me by turning my whole body into something else, like I turned "sour". It felt like I had a very bitter taste on my tongue, woke up while my body chemically changed or decomposed into whatever that was. Not very nice. Now I wonder what dying feels like. Oh yeah I forgot that in that dream it also felt kinda pathetic that I died like that.
No.3268
I dreamt I was in my boring daily meeting at work. The same boring daily meeting that happened this morning. Thanks, brain, for making me experience this twice.
No.3507
Dreamt that there was a large spider-like thing in the room where I slept during some trip. Tried to kill it with a vacuum cleaner but the fight was real.
Then was told that it was "one of those" that lays eggs in your ear canal while you sleep and that some of the babys may turn the wrong way when hatching and end up living in your skull and eating your brain.
Woke up with a lot of sweat. Felt a bad need for a comforting hug for a while after getting up :<
No.3508 KONTRA
>>3507Just to make sure: You do know that's bullshit, right?
No.3509
>>3508I know it was a dream, yeah. And I don't know anything about such spiders existing. Tge dream still felt like shit, though.
No.3511
>>3509>I don't know anything about such spiders existingI am quite certain that there are no spiders that lay eggs in human ears. If you want to be grossed out about parasites, you should become obsessed with bot flies or tape worms, like normal people.
No.3512
>>3511>If you want to be grossed out>wantIt wasn't a choice, it happened in a dream :<
No.3521
The only part of this movie that stuck with me. Bullshit, yeah, but not that far off from real insect terrors:
Dirty Horror: The Believers - Spider Scene (1987)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJgUhl3YiB8 No.3605
I had a dream about drafting the application. And then I dreamed that there was a pepper plant in the garden with a big, green, unripe pepper on it.
I was very pleased with it.
No.4309
Had a weird dream that I was the groom at a wedding.
Not a real one, just some kind of photo-op or someting, because the "bride" was not my gf, but actress Saoirse Ronan. She wore a shoulder-free dress with one of those tit-pushing breastpieces, and a veil that went down the back of her head.
I joked with her and told her that if I didn't already have a gf I would marry her in an instant.
That was all about the wedding in that dream because then I was in some kind of gambling hall where I put coins into the machines.
A friend whom I haven't seen in years came to me and told me that his secret was playing several machines at once, and I observed him pushing five buttons on five machines in sequence, but not winning anything.
I then put 1- and 2-Cent coins into the machines, but of course it didn't accept them, however, it accepted some kind of plastic discs. Then Pierce Brosnan came to me and talked to me about gambling and drinking.
I continued to gamble and eventually won a bunch of 5 Euro coins, to which he remarked that those are great for laundry automats.
I played a bit more and had a game where I had to throw specific coins into specific slots inside the machine, and when I managed to do that there was a game that was a bit like pinball where a small toy car or something drove around the machine and I had to maneuver it into some hole or something.
In the two seconds the game lasted, I didn't manage to understand how it worked.
Then I found myself in a parking garage participating in persona in a game where I had to burn stacks of leaflets, but I didn't really want to because the fires could have hurt other people, but I think something big was at stake, so I ran around looking for those leaflets, because there were other stacks of paper that were not those leaflets.
No.4458
I had this weird dream where I was listening to Shostakovich's 2nd Symphony and it slowly turned into coughing. Female coughing.
It wasn't even something like the instruments becoming differently pitched coughing. It was just the coughing starting in the background until regular but otherwise arrhythmic coughing would make the orchestra stop as it increased in volume.
No.4477 KONTRA
I had a dream that I was invited to join a Hungarian writer’s circle. It was the cream de la creme, including some dead people. (Esterházy was still dead though.)
It was a dimly lit dining room, people were smoking and food was served.
Since it was my initiation I wasn’t served anything besides pure gin with ice and I was the constant victim of practival jokes and banter.
There was also a screen on which media was shown with the point being that you needed to be witty and make jokes based on the content. I remember there was a meme about Arabs in Schottish towns and I joked that well it’s how it’s gonna be like anyway soon.
It was all a bit boomer. Everyone was old. They poured a bunch of toothpicks in my drink, which was somehow related to Esterházy and I dubbed it the Esterházy-cocktail and everyone was impressed by my great wit. Then my alarm rang.
No.4478
I had a dream where I filled in for someone to perform something on a very small stage (in fact it was basically one of those old-timey circus wagons they used to carry animals and freaks in, sans bars).
For lack of anything I grabbed a blanket or something, which then turned out to be a monkey costume (kind of like the ones the Bloodhound Gang wore in the Bad Touch video, just not as overalls), so I went on stage to an audience of like five people and started eeking and ooking and telling monkey jokes like "who rules this country? A bunch of apes!" and stuff like that, and then people were asking "quiz" questions to which I also replied in a monkey manner.
Then a friend of mine whom I haven't seen in years stepped in and told me that I am doing it wrong, because those are legit quiz questions for an actual quiz, until he was explained that this is a monkey act.
Curiously, this dream was part of another dream where I was basically commanding a RTS army and outposts against bugs, and once I even saw an NPC unit storming the bug base, plus it was snowy.
No.4495
>>4475You should sell that dream to Hollywood.
No.4676
I had a dream of a garden in which musicians played, in tandem I was reading from a book which narrated their story. The musicians failed to agree on a proper political line, so order broke down among them and this caused Stalin to descend and recreate order at the expense of taking away their freedom. The closing remark from the book was that “Stalin has succeeded where Shostakovich failed, he himself managed to become agitprop and survive.” Stalin then went into the house as the garden was now quiet, with a bunch of trees felled.
Had this dream in the middle of the day because my afternoon nap was interrupted.
No.4690
I had a dream today where I was a new player on some nameless pro football club, and I seemingly was a big shot and everyone had high hopes in me. But I felt bad, because deep down I knew I was already washed up and wouldn't be able to deliver, and how horrible it would be to inevitably disappoint everyone, and getting kicked out of the team. I then remember being in the dressing room with everybody else preparing for a game or maybe training, and then going out onto the field, desperately trying to keep up and hide the fact that I basically was a fraud.
>>4676>and this caused Stalin to descendEpic, didn't see that coming.
>>4592>I will now ignore this manifestation of unconscious anxiety and continue to procrastinate making any real financial decisions.Probably the best financial protip for everyone. Also: HODL!
No.4957
I had this quasi-nightmare that I was warned with my family that our hours will be air-striked so we prepared to take a lot of stuff down to the basement. I was hastily selecting books and putting my teacups and the like in their boxes as valuables I’d like to preserve. We went out for a few hours for more supplies I think and as we were coming back by ship on a river, they struck the house. I wasn’t allowed to look through the ruins on top, only make selections from the basement’s inventory. We were heading to an inner-city house where we were less likely to get struck.
One of the tea-pourers crumbled in my hand as I was packing it away. After the strike there was a cutaway where Super Mario was inside a house and he ate the skin off the spine of the house to gain its strenght in revenge.
I usually have a good idea what provokes a dream. This time, I have no idea.
No.4958 KONTRA
>>4957>I have no ideaMaybe you fear American henchmen "NATO" will bomb Hungary like they bombed Serbia? Just because they can't deal with based leader Orbán Victor being so based?
No.4969
I finally have to write it off my soul, as this dream is still ingrained with many details which is uncommon.
Also slight occultism ahead, if anybody is more into Hinduism, feel free to give me further details, would be very much appreciated.
A little background for more context:
It all happened over a few days about a week into my last Thailand vacation, now about a month ago.
One night out I walked between bars, looking for ladyboys. One cheering in my direction very eagerly made me curious, so I stopped by for a a few drinks for us and it wouldn't be Thailand if this intermezzo wouldn't have ended in my hotel room just an hour later.
Some incredible sex later, she excused herself, as she claimed to have to leave early, because there's some praying to be done early in the morning. At this time I took it for granted, as Buddhists there can be quite into their believes.
So I went to bed at about midnight, alone, that's when the dream happened.
(The post gets discarded for having a "too long body", continued in the next post.)
No.4970 KONTRA
>>4969I found myself to be a soldier of some kind, with the final order to retreat from an relentlessly advancing enemy. A whole bunch of other soldiers and a few civilians where on our loosing side, ready to pull out into some evac zone where we would be picked up.
So we withdrew, slowly getting under fire from behind as we basically just ran away while doing pot shots in the rough direction of the enemy.
One by one my brothers-in-arms would be picked off, civilians got hit, most notably a girls head exploded right in front of me.
Just a short distance further, I took a bullet myself, fell and all went dark.
Ready to "wake up" from my dream, I instead found myself at the beginning of my dream again, same situation, same orders, same people around me, same futile retreat, same girl that took a bullet to her cranium, same death that slowly clouded my vision, just to wake up at the beginning once again.
With every iteration I tried and tried again to fulfill my orders to no avail, it always ended with everyone dead.
At the point at which I essentially was about to give up, something changed.
Retreating under fire once again, I saw a silhouette coming at my direction, seeing it carrying a weapon I was shocked for a moment until I noticed it being a soldier running past me into the direction of the enemy and engaging into combat relentlessly.
More "allied" soldiers started to appear, halting the enemies advance somewhat.
Still taking losses from our group, I spurred them to continue their retreat, thinking I'd be finally able to save at least some of them, save that girl I saw die so many times already.
Then I noticed a slight change on the friendly warriors engaging the enemy, the uniforms and gear rushing past me changed, first just slightly, then it started to resemble WW2 gear, then I saw the first Pickelhauben as well as more and more rustic rifles along them.
Looking around, I noticed that the soldiers of my group already bit the dust. I grabbed the girl *peng* her head was gone, again. Did nothing change after all?
I threw away my weapon, unbuckled my vest and just started to run, run past those ghastly soldiers advancing at the enemy, them now being equipped with muskets and swords.
Horse-mounted cavalry rushed past me, throwing themselves against the enemy. Arrows flew overhead, raining down behind me. More and more ancient fighters started to appear while I just ran towards the evac zone, unable to think to much about it, mostly expecting the biting pain that would strike me down into the dirt.
Yet, nothing. Nobody was in front of me anymore, nothing was to be heard from the back, calm until the muffled sound of a truck broke the silence.
I reached the evac zone, alone, one moment I closed my eyes, wished to go back once more, thinking to be able to save at least the girl this time, but it didn't happen.
Soldiers of my forces grabbed me and helped me on the back of the truck which would immediately drive off.
For one moment I saw the skull of a rotten soldier passing by in the blurred landscape.
This damn skull would morph into what I intuitively identified as Kali, despite knowing essentially nothing about her.
She whispered something in my direction, but with the sound of the truck and the short moment we passed the cadaver, I was unable to understand what the fuck she could have possibly told me.
No.4971 KONTRA
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>>4970That's when I woke up, first breaking into tears thinking about the girl I was unable to save so many times, despite knowing nothing of it was real.
Then I read a little into Kali on Wikipedia, as most of my knowledge prior was just the Indiana Jones movie of all things, not too representative as I found out.
2 days later I'd got into contact with that ladyboy from that night again, we spent a few days and she invited me back to her condo for some swimming at a nice rooftop pool.
Arriving at her flat however, I made a rather surprising discovery, her Buddhist shrine didn't just include your typical Buddhist trinkets, amulets and statues, a whole row of that bookshelf was dedicated for Kali, featuring two large statues of her, retching her tongue into my direction and glaring at me.
My host was rather surprised when I asked her about her unusual Kali worshiping, telling her that I read into this goddess just a few days ago by... pure chance.
She assured me that Kali brings luck.
Lucky me, I guess.
No.5015 KONTRA
In dream I was Ukrainian cuddling with a femboy in dormitory while neighbors were listening to boring lecture about Biblical studies. Then we were hiding from recruitment officers patrolling floors. Eventually we decided to pretend to be recruitment ourselves, because then we won't be asked questions.
The courtyard was empty, only some fat kid was training for a TV show similar to "America got talents", you know the thing. It was obvious that only shame awaits him.
Sometimes I have nightmares about academia where I have to do something and missing deadlines. Can't say that it was much different from wörk but still feeling relief when I wake up.
No.5021
I was in some kind of castle or villa or manor. It was on a hill, surrounded by trees and with a large gate.
I think I was there with someone.
I went in and found it to be some kind of barracks of the british army, who were recruiting right at this instant.
I just stepped in line because they apparently weren't actually signing people up, so my plan was to do some basic stuff and do some shooting and then fuck off, although I didn't get proper gear, so I went there in my underwear with a piece of soap that someone had taken a bite of.
I tried to find the showers, but I can't remember anyone if I actually did shower.
Then it was time to eat. Basically the whole mess was a supermarket. There were tables in the aisles, and I saw some asian family eat a large pizza. They had all kinds of stuff there, from very british food to regular fast food to all kinds of candy and whatnot.
In a queue I was then approached by a woman who apparently knew me, but I didn't know her and spent the remainder of the dream wondering about where I could possibly know her from. One of my cousins was also sitting on the tables.
Also, there was the Don Draper guy in some weird supermarket uniform apparently as some kind of overseer.
Anyhow, somehow everyone was already done eating while I was still roaming around, not being able to decide on what to eat.
When I finally sat down, it was already pretty empty. Since I realized that I didn't have any vacation days right now and that tomorrow they would expect me at my regular place, I decided to leave. I took my bag and wanted to leave (I passed the making of a Spielberg film).
What I forgot to mention is that at this point it was clear that this wasn't just some regular barracks, but the british army was actually recruiting extraterrestrials.
I went back to get my bag, but the cleaning personnell told me that eating time is over. I begged them for a bit to have a very annoying Don Draper guy lead me in there, but I remembered that I had already gotten my bag, so I excused myself and left.
Then I found myself on the other side of the hill, with dry grass, old stone walls and gates. I met a gardener or caretaker of some sort there who then told me something and led me out.
Right before passing a gate, along with a bunch of different aliens, one wearing a cowboy hat was passing the gate, which activated some kind of fireworks alarm and celebration. For being the 1000th alien to pass that gate, he/it was instantly promoted to some kind of officer.
At the same time I saw a bunch of UFOs rise up into and vanish from the sky.
Before I could finish that storyline my alarm went off.
No.5616
Had a dream where my desktop computer had gotten a virus while I was sleeping. When I woke up (in the dream) and turned it on, it booted into Windows XP, and when I tried shutting it off it just exited to Windows 95. All my files were gone.
Second dream had me cleaning my keyboard by simply pouring a glass of water on it. Computer shut down, but booted fine when I unplugged the keyboard.
Such cases.
No.5722
Freud knew something...
t. had a nightmare with symbolic of fear of castration
No.5725 KONTRA
I had a dream where a German woman lectured me on the subject of porn addiction in a school setting.
No.5727
>>5725Yeah, I think I've seen that one, too.
No.5737
>>5727Unlikely, I didn't see you in that dream.
No.5738
>>5737You did, in my dream I was the lecturer woman.
No.5816
I had a dream that I was in a Chinese store. It sold groceries. Like freak peppers, but it was also full of used books. But everything was western. Like I saw a multivolume box-set of that now common Oppenheimer biography in English (for 11k Yuan).
But everything else was turn of the century obscure/uninteresting western stuff. I tried finding all the classics but I just couldn’t. They also sold glue. Lot’s of different glues, but none would make me high when I sniffed them so I didn’t buy any.
No.7027
I had a dream that I was in a bar and the Chinese students one table over made fun of my pronounciation. Especially of zh.
I went over to tell them it’s not very nice of them ot make fun of me but they didn’t quite get it and just laughed harder at me.
Turns out this was some grave transgression on my part, because authority figures told me I can’t do stuff like this, even though I didn’t feel like I did anything wrong.
This all took place in a rural town. But it’s not the countryside I usually visit. It was in the lush forests alongside a small river. It had a mill. I arrived on foot with my family, though I took a shortcut by going through the treetops and feeling very free in the process as I jumped from one branch to the other.
I also had a second dream about the grant application, dreaming that they published the recipients’ list, and I wasn’t on it under “Oriental studie”, so then I went down to philosophy and I wasn’t there either and neither were I under “Sino-Philosophy”. Then I woke up.
No.7107
>>7090are you referring to the lightning?
it looks like me as if moon-reflection-light is getting defused/scattered by the cloud pointed at by your green arrow.
i cannot see a fuck up. or am i missing something?
No.7121
>>7107>are you referring to the lightning?yes. shouldn't the light touch the moon from somewhere "below" - green arrow as opposed to from a side where the sun isn't - red arrow?
No.7123
>>7121Ugh..now I can't unsee it. Artist dun goofed.
No.7124
>>7121ah, now i see it as well.
i assumed the sun was coming from the bottom left area and the horizon got darker towards the left because of the clouds.
looking closer at the horizon, it doesn't look that way anymore.
No.7187
I had an odd dream that I went to a bath with friends from university. We went at night, so I had to get a flashlight from atop a ladder. It was weird.
Suddenly my family was there too. The pool had a whirlpool part and we used that a lot. It also heated the water, but they periodically turned the heating off to save on energy, and it was pretty funny because you’d see that all the elderly would instantly leave the pool if the heating wasn’t on.
We decided to go home and took the metro, and some sicko copped a feel of my mother’s hair so I ran him down. He got on a different metro but I followed him. He wore a tweet jacket and looked pretty anxious. Some dude told me he won’t get away so I shoulnd’t worry but nobody else tried stopping the guy so I went on. He tried to transfer to a bus, but that’s where I caught up to the cunt and I beat him to a bloody pulp. The fucker. Then I realised this will have consequences and I woke up.
No.7202
Had a dream that traffic signals were all broken- showing white instead of green or red- and the only way to fix them was to solve this riddle: Who can put his shoes on in any order?
The answer was found in the lyrics to
Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse which, in my sleep-addled brain, included the name Oliver. I'm guessing this was due to the forced meme singer Oliver Anthony who now appears in every Youtube sidebar.
Never clicked, don't care. Everything returned to normal.
Edison Lighthouse - Love Growshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sy--R2_T4EE No.7393
I now can’t have a boner in my dreams when having imaginary dream sex.
No.7477
Anxiety filled dreams all night. Disconnected vignettes. Me at work and things going wrong. Fighting with my brother. Being chased by a hornet. My roommate leaving the door open and my two horses getting out.
I have neither a roommate nor horses.
No.7542 KONTRA
She said I should drop by and we could watch TV together or sth. That's when I realized it was a dream since zoomers don't know about TV.
No.8027
I dreamt I was skateboarding in NY but then my board fell deep into the Hudson
No.8043
I dreamed that I was totally drunk at some public city festival in my home town. As part of the festival there was some kind of jazz/snob music event in the museum at the market square.
Despite knowing that I should have gone home long ago I sat down in the audience. It was hard to follow what was going on because I was so drunk and at the end of the night I got up and realized that I had pissed in my pants and the chair was wet.
On my way home I found out that the handle bar and saddle of my bike had been stolen. A local resident noticed my struggle opened his door and offered me to sell me a new handle bar that he just happened to have left.
At that point I woke up
No.8067
>>8043>a new handle bar that he just happened to have left.Dude stole your handlebar.
Is it common to drink/be drunk in dreams?
I never have, likely because I don't drink, although numerous other things I don't do still pop up in my unconscious mind. But never alcohol.
No.8098
My boss and his daughter where knocking on the door. They demanded something or other and complained, because the whole place smelled like noodles. They wanted me to give them noodles or make the smell go away, arguing it was impolite of me to have the house smell like noodles and not give them any. I didn't let them in and left the chain in front of the door.
No.8329
>>8041I love "Die Jäger im Schnee", not only because of the actual painting itself but also because it made me realize that ice skates were invented a few centuries earlier than I had assumed and how this is quite telling about my lack of grasp when it comes to imagine real medevial lifestyles.
No.8340
In dream I came up with idea of a novel. It's about humans (technically developed somewhere at level of middle ages) fighting horrific lovecraftian monsters.
The plot twist is that monsters have developed civilization and (not material) culture while humans turn out to be biological weapon, invasive species released by third party which they worship as deity.
No.8342 KONTRA
>>8329>it made me realize that ice skates were invented a few centuries earlier than I had assumedIce skates still were invented a few millenia before you asume.
No.8344 KONTRA
>>8342I am talking about real ice skates not proto ice skates.
No.8346 KONTRA
>>8344>hurrdurr not real skatesYou're also talking about the "real" middle-ages, right? Those that lasted until 1560?
No.8513
Was on a lakeside with FDF guys. We opened up a small dam to lower the water level of the lake. As the water level got low enough we started moving gravel on to the lake-bed to build roadways that would come up close to the normal water level. The idea was that the roads would be hidden under the water, providing unexpected and fast flanking routes for vehicles. After completing the construction we had a good time racing Leo 2s on the roads, going too fast and flying off and crashing hard.
>>7592Ebin :DD
No.9119
My uni had found out that I had not taken an exam and they asked me to re-take it or hand in my degrees. Then, during the exam, they found out that I wasn't even entitled to take it, since I hadn't done the coursework during the semester. Then, the exam was an entrance exam, and everyone around me was 17 year old highschoolers laughing at me for being such an old loser.
My highschool send in a demand for compensation, since a Software I had written as a highschooler during class would not work on windows 10. They demanded something along the lines of 56000€ and had added a fascicle that included all my wrong-doings as a pupil. They had been unable to find my current address, and they had included their attempts to locate me. There was a hand-written reply from dinner veteran association in German cursive (as opposed to the common latin cursive) that read
1.) We certainly do not know about that low-life.
2.) It is obvious that he lives somewhere unregistered to sell his criminally insufficient software tax-free and without losses.
3.) Hopefully, he will be hung.
Of course, I am registered at my current address and have been for six years.
They mailed it to my mom instead.
My sister had arranged a meeting between me an Ephraim Kishon. He was very proud to have been a member of a so-called 'Hungarian resistance' during WWII and claimed to have thrown the Germans out of Hungary single-handedly. To change the topic, I tried to ask him how common low grade factory-made cigars were in early Israel. He declined to discuss the matter. A downpour started. For some reason, I needed to get my jacket from the wardrobe, and that took ages, including me totally undressing in front of the female wardrobe-clerk. When I came back, the great author had left.
No.9168
I had multiple dreams. One was where a guy was berating me for calling the internet a 事 instead of a 东西 and I hated him for correcting me and we argued if it’s material or immaterial.
He had a square face and sunken in blue eyes.
The second one involved travel. We brought the dog with us to some dark church with lot of other tourists in it. The dog ran away and it returned a bit later. It has grown to twice its size, but remained proportional. It refused to associate with us and kept its head turned sideways so it could see the paintings on the cealing with the least amount of effort.
For the third one, I was in the l library, working on something and I saw at the other table the Japanologist girl study with one of her friends. She later had to excuse herself and went out the door and I thought about her for a bit, only for her to suddenly return and kiss me before running off again.
No.9207 KONTRA
I dreamed I had drunken sex with Marilyn Monroe. Then people tried to kill me because I wasn't supposed to have sex with her.
No.9249
How often do you see dreams in 1-st person, with yourself as a character (maybe different from real life)? And how often do you watch them as movies or as spectator mode in CS?
No.9253
>>9249I think always first person, but I rarely remember my dreams anyway.
That said, I heard people dream differently because movies as media exist for example. Not sure what to think of it.
No.9327
>>9249Also always 1st person I think, couldn't remember any dream where I saw myself as a spectator. I think I'd find it weird if I did, in the same way I find it weird to see pictures and videos of me, or hear my own recorded voice.
No.9356
>>9327"Cinema type" dream doesn't imply that you're present in that dream. In my case it's mutually exclusive.
No.9405
I was in a faraway town and wanted to go home. I couldn't decide if I take my car or the train to go home, ignoring the fact that if my car was even there, I probably need to take it, otherwise it would be left behind. I chose to go by train, but at the station all trains only went to little villages I didn't even know the names of. I was getting anxious because I wouldn't know how to buy a ticket or find the correct train, if it even existed. I also vaguely remeber things happening before in the city, something like a festival where I didn't really want to be, but still had to for some reason, but I already forgot about the details.
>>9356Now that you say it: I couldn't remember any dream that I wasn't present in either.
No.9409 KONTRA
>>9408no signs of dream-walking, btw.
If I would have found just the slightest sign of dream-walking, I would have stopped all testenings in that direction - even as a child.
No.9410
Today I realized that I'm in dream and started debating it.
-- You're not a real human. Or at least there is a more real version of you IRL.
-- That's not true.
-- Then why don't I remember how I commuted to Serbia?
-- But I thought that we're in Kyrgyzstan.
-- You don't even know where you are, how could you be real human?
-- OK, maybe I'm not a human.
And then companion turns into a piggy. Don't remember what did I say or do, but I managed to reverse this process. It didn't worked properly though and he turned into an abomination: yellow as Simpsons and bloated as drowned.
No.9411 KONTRA
>>9408Since just thinking about it again, maybe some more details. I don't know how much of that I actually dreamed and how much of it my current memory super imposes on it, because it got influenced too much by media and entertainment ever since.
There was some form of chronological progress within these/this dream.
At first, I was first person and always woke up.
I managed to get to 3rd person in other dreams, and tested it in this dream. It worked surprisingly well. The disconnection between body and the idea of a floating viewpoint helped the mind to disassociate with physical rules.
I enjoyed this for quite a while, until I wasn't satisfied anymore. I wanted to fly in 1st person.
So I started my training again, from the very beginning.
I woke up again and again.
After a while I actually managed to do some matrix-style ground-bending in order to not splash and wake up. After the first time I managed to do that, my pure honest first thought:
> fff...uck!> now I need to walk all the way back to the roof topAnd I insta-teleported back to the roof. Nice!
After a while I even managed to program some form of "reset"-button I used whenever I noticed "welp, dis be another fail." which Instantly reset the scenario to where I stood at the roof top with my lane for acceleration; a little jumpy-humpy at the end of this lane was created as well, even if reality wasn't like that.
Once I tried a different approach and just pushed the ground away for as far as I could. That was a mistake. I panicked and didn't find the reset button. I fell to my death, waking up once again.
As far as I can remember, I never actually managed flying in 1st person.
No.9413 KONTRA
>>9411while debugging, I found the reason the reset-button didn't work. There was a conditional, that read as follows:
> Come on! Where is the point? I've fallen enough times from this height, that we both know how it will end. Instead of splashy splashy I'll make the ground wobbly doddly and teleport back, once we both confirmed I survived that. Sure, maybe not 100%, but is there anything that is 100% ? Even reality isn't ever 100%, if you look close enough. You should be satisfied with my current ratio including the tendencies in order to agree that wasting additional resources on the scenario is just a waste.> from this height> this
> Waking LifeAbout the
film/
movie:
Ernst recommends this audio-book. The visuals can be very trippy, like shown
- and there are even more trippy art-styles !! each ever-changing style only has a few mins of air-time, than another one follows. and one more trippy as the other. head hurtenings muchy muchy !! but the audio-book is a gem.
No.9509
I had a long dream where an asian woman left her husband to marry me after we found jesus at the bottom of the water with the help of Adolf Hitler (my dream was happening in 1943 in Nazi occupied France). After she married me I decided to move to her homeland with her, it was a tropical islands paradise with oil money transforming the entire island into somekind of native only resort. But there were several ethnicities on the small islands and she belonged to the dominated ethnic group. She told me she was a "Yucatan" and the "Maoris" were the dominant ethnic group. Maoris were calling the yucatan half-orcs and refused to look at them in the eyes. I got angry and started a liberation war, the islands were deestroyed in the process.
the end
No.9589
>>9509Wish I had dreams that in retrospect reads like a film pitch.
No.9614
>>9413>Waking LifeI don't really remember the movie but rather have a memory of me watching the movie on some crappy streaming or video site in like 2007 or so. I also really liked A Scanner Darkly, I recall I watched it at a movie night with friends. I really miss movie nights honestly. Also maybe I should reread The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch...
No.9663
>>9614>miss movie nightsI do not. Watching idiotic movies with idiots sucked, 90% of movies are crap.
No.9813
Had a dream I cut my hair. It looked good, didn't fall into my eyes, and was easy to manage.
Still not going to do it.
No.9859
In dream I was composing poems. Maybe I should try it irl.
No.9865 KONTRA
I dreamt that my mother was going to get her spleen checked out by a doctor who has died a few years ago.
I found the family bread knife in my old bed at the old place.
No.10176
A church crumbled over everyone I loved after an earthquake caused by a huge quantity of explosive set off by a bunch of retards and I had to check if everyone was alright.
No.10282 KONTRA
>>10176>caused by a huge quantity of explosive set off by a bunch of retardsAny data centers nearby?
No.10873
I was at Our Capital in dream.
At first I was detained and took to some underground NSA facility for being a Russian hacker. "Should I delete memes about hohols from phone while I have opportunity?"
In elevator I forgot the plot and now it was Google's office. It was like our office but better. Had billiard and Vietnamese canteen. "They commute to it 2 hours by car" - I coped.
Met some Russian migrants. Thought "So this is there programmers go when they are 30 years old". They told that there is a lot of bureaucracy and meetings. "Maybe you should have gone to a smaller American company?"
There were a lot of "pronouns people" with dyed hair but elevator had two buttons: "turn off/on light for men" and "turn off/on light for women". It's very high tech that a room can be illuminated for some people and dark for others.
No.10874
Had a debate with a professor. He argued that Carthage was fascist and that we had to thank the Romans for the destruction of the fascists. I banged his had against the murals from 'a clockwork orange' until it bled, but he would not repeal.
No.10885
>>10874And that teacher's name? Cato the Elder.
No.11037 KONTRA
I had a dream that I was invited to a royal banquet. I got to talk with the princess and then with the king during dinner. Our topic of conversation was literature and a prophecy about misfortune befalling the king in a forest. I argued against the validity of it by referring back to Chinese philosophy being dismissive of fortune telling in favour of planning.
No.11077
>>11039I suggest complaining to that vendor. It's idiotic to send hornets in a paper box, of course they will jew their way out.
Why do you need hornets, anyway? For pest control?
No.11091
>>11039Just a dream, but fun fact: we had a yellow jacket nest inside a wall of the house. Did I post about that? Can't remember. Anyway, this was about two months ago- or at least that's when we noticed it. Kept finding bees in a room- some dead, some alive. Called an exterminator to wipe it out. He located the hive with infrared and drilled into the center to spray poison. This was another thing the landlord should have technically been responsible for, but we never told him. Don't want to remind him that owning an old house requires these types of expenses. He might decide to sell the place.
No.11182
Dreamed I had sex with a very old woman helped by a few friends in some kind of ecological penthouse with cool vegetals. I then proceeded to have sex with her grand-daughter on the balcony. It was cringe...
No.11194
It was summer. I lived at my mom's again and had a new job. At the job, they had a big open floor office. For some reason, they used ICQ to chat at that job and I chatted with a female colleague ten desks away. She mistook me for a mechanical engineer, but I'm a programmer.
Then, it was time for lunch break and someone told me that I needed to tag out with an rfid-tag. I remembered the rfid yeah it's at home in my room, so I got on my bicycle and cycled home as quickly as I could, it was 10 km uphill. I got home, tried to get the tag, but there was a problem with two pickups with trailers trying to pass each other in the narrow road in front of the house. I went out to see what the fools were doing and locked myself out, had to go to the neighbors and borrow a ladder so I could get in through the roof window. They scolded me for leaving the house and leaving the roof windows open because it would draw burglars. Somehow, they assumed I had gone shopping, in a shop that has been closed for decades. I got in, found the tag, got on my bicycle, cycled through town, got to my job. The female co-worker had sent me a list of technical terms, cryptic numbers and something something about aluminum and angles. I had no idea what it was about. When I tried to get some noodle soup in the cafeteria, I was fired. I tried to cycle home, but one street was blocked due to construction. I had to make a right turn. A bus (VÖV 1, ancient west-German standard appeared) appeared left of me and forced me into another right turn before cutting in front of me. I hit the bus, bent my front wheel and was sent to jail.
Jail was surprisingly OK, the cells were all brand new an sparkling clean. Me and my cellmate had some wodka in a water bottle for Christmas, and a razor. No idea what we planned on doing with the razor, but it was very important for some reason. Then, we heard a loud bang and voices, a cell five doors down the hallway was searched. We knew the wodka and the razor had to disappear. I tried to push the razor into the plaster outside the window, but I failed. We tried hiding the Wodka somewhere in our beds, but that didn't work. So we just put it into a closet and left it there. Then they banged on our cell door and then they were in and found the wodka.
That's when I woke up, completely disoriented. I wondered whether the noises were real and searched the house, but found nothing.
No.11294
I dreamed I was the wills wonka style inheritor of the Mark Zuckerberg empire. He invited me to his family house to give me a speech about the future, it was some kind of of upper middle class house and his family was very numerous. Everything made me uneasy during this meeting, I saw that everyone in the house was somewhat disfunctional and very disconnected from one another. We talked shortly about the impending doom of the earth and the current power structure of the world, he seemed uneasy about that too he didn’t deny though and proposed some kind of cyberpunk hyper connectivity as an alternative to collapse, but also seemed to insinuate that would make everyone miserable. After 30ish minutes he told me I could leave and that he would recontact me in the coming months. I thought he was pathetic and felt depressed.
No.11677
had a dream where aussie came to visit me in kazakhstan, and he turned out to be a massive prick IRL 🤔
No.11682 KONTRA
>>11677I have this type of dream but Aussie is Adolf Hitler Führer of Germany and instead of being a dick he is chill af
No.11787
I dreamed that I was in a very large lecture hall, reminiscent of an old gothic church. It was so big that it functioned as multiple classrooms at the same time. The “rooms” were partitioned by bookshelves and above the rows were signs denoting what they taught there. My goal was to get to the “Beloved language” row, where I was supposed to learn Greek. I went as close to the lecturer as possible. He was an elderly man. Looked a bit like Dennis Prager. He threw me a question and it was at that moment I realised that I left my textbook at home and I broke down crying, because his question was so simple, so well meaning. The kind of question you ask someone who is struggling with a subject to motivate them as positive reinforcement, and yet I was unworthy even of this act of sympathy.
I ran off to find a textbook and ended up in the huge grocery-store in the back. I was looking at the breads and a kid was there. I think the kid somehow belonged to me. He picked up a pretzel and said that it’s a “Funny bread” and then I told him that this is no bread. Funny bread is no bread. It reminded me of the white-horse dialogue so I tried to see if the kid would grasp the idea.
I then went back, to class, pushing a shopping cart. It had some groceries in it. On my way I had to manouver around two foreign, POC employees who were very loud and I felt hatred.
I reached the rows again and I started going down to my original position. A girl looked at me and I said don’t worry, but that also made me feel hatred, because I didn’t want her pity.
Then I woke up and remembered I don’t study Greek any more and was a bit relieved. I also remembered where my textbook was.
No.11835
In dream I was in Michel Houellebecq's book. Not some specific book, just rural France, and there was a church vandalized by migrants. Also I met the author himself and wanted to show him funny globohomo poster I've seen:it recommended to maintain 5 meters distance and use gloryhole while committing anorectal violence in order to avoid Covid-19. In the end there was an earthquake, and the only bridge, uniting this land with rest of the land collapsed.
No.12005 KONTRA
I had a dream that I was back studying at a high school level. The institution itself was still specialised in Eastern stuff. It was really like a mix between highschool and university. I still had to “sign up” for classes, but using different forms.
One part of me felt at ease because it was easier, another felt totally out of place because I could hold 45 minute long lectures on topics.
But as it turns out this was some hyper-elite place because they told me not to fret only getting 43% on my first test, because that’s the equivalent of a 95% at other schools.
No.12048
Countries where I've been to in my dreams: Thailand, France, Israel, USA, Serbia, Ukraine.
Countries where I've actually been to among mentioned: France.
t. dream-traveler
I've almost forgot dream about Israel but it was at New Year so there were fireworks IRL and in dream their sound turned into HAMAS missiles.
No.12679
I had this absolutely weird dream wherein a girl I used to know turned out to be trans. We shared some muffins made out of millett and honey. Though I remember that she had severe allergies to basically every thing on earth.
We were in the college workshop room.
The most chudish dream of my life. Except for the part that I was genuinely inquisitive about her (his?) experiences in life.
No.12681 KONTRA
Dreamt I was a stoker in the boiler room of a steamer. It was unbearably hot and there was constant banging noises and yelling. Then I woke up and it was unbearably hour and there was constant banging and noises and yelling.
Neighbor is working shifts, she had her boyfriend to visit, who is working shifts, and they love to turn up the heating to the max, smoke a fuckton of weed and have extremely loud sex.
This is what you get for being a wage-cuck and a rent-cuck and a loser. Children should be taught in school that all the bullied victims will live like this instead of being taught lies like 'grades matter'.
No.12923 KONTRA
I dreamed that I'm still in university, and there is Marxist circle on faculty. It was run by an American women.
At meeting we watched a movie about Georgian economy declining after collapse of USSR.
No.12946
>>12944That actually sounds like a very accurate description of what happens to a lot of people who buy a house largely on loan.
No.13243
The only thing I remember is two people jumping from an apartment building opposite from my parents place. I don't observe how they hit the ground, that is actually cut out from that dream. Maybe I did not watch enough live leak in my youth so that my brain can accurately simulate it when I sleep.
No.13246
I was teaching a history class. My old elementary school teacher was supervising me. I put up a map of the Pacific Ocean. She was on the phone while I was talking. Since the map missed all the Islands I used black chalk to draw in Japan and Taiwan. I think Hainan was missing too. She put down the phone and threw something at me and told me to never ever draw on a map again. I got so mad that I jumped her and beat her to a pulp. Slapped her so hard my hand got bloody.
No.13259 KONTRA
>>13246Btw this post was mine, I just keep forgetting about my vpn on the phone.
No.13751
I had two dreams. In one I was running. It was a mediterranean street going up the hill with stores selling knick-knacks. And I ran. My entire body felt so light as I ran up this endless street full of people. It was a strange kind of run, the one you see on Greek vases where you essentially jump with one feet to go faster and faster as you’re basically flying. I eventually tired and went back, but I was disappointed that my endless running apparently only took a couple of minutes to undo when walking back to the beginning of the street.
The second one was visiting a horse ranch. I saw the owner who briefly explained that horses are very smart creatures, which is why they enjoy cucking. But it was a very luxurious place. Baroque interiors, multiple levels to the building, red carpets and very fancy end of the century elevators. I forget what it is that I was trying to achieve walking up and down the place. It felt like a puzzle. I was never alone. There were always other people who were visiting and walking through the place effortlessly. Eventually I reached some smaller room where I could rest, it had multiple tables, one of which had many screens, and sitting there an employee was repairing headphones. Next to me a small window opened and an older, moustached employee said something and the dream began to fall apart at this point. I don’t think I saw a single horse in this place.
No.13755
I was asked to write with a pen a word into a piece of tofu and it worked quite well. That is all I remember.
No.13782 KONTRA
I recently dreamt I was visiting Hungaryball's house. Don't remember much other than his mother and dog being there, but it's weird to think his family members are actual people. It's like they're basically characters in a novel to me.
No.13786
Today I had a dream about living in Germany, and it was extremely comfy. There was a district made of commieblocks (it was ripped from my sister's place), there was a lot of green plants on windowsills and between houses. I was lurking on German local forum. And observed neighbours. Wunderkind teenager with violin. And autistic comical boomer arguing with cashier at pharmacy.
After WWIII I'm going to visit Germany and see how much it matches my dreams.
>>13782I visualize them, so for me it's rather TV series.
No.13797
>>13786Besides the Wunderkind it sounds very German to me.
>so for me it's rather TV series.I briefly was wondering what it would look like in the style of Married with Children.
No.13810 KONTRA
I was in some repair shop where a guy worked on old TV's. I tested one of the TVs that didn't have its back on and was see-through and it zapped my left arm, and then the veins in it started painfully swelling and I woke up.
>>13782>>13786You know this is interesting to hear precisely because I sometimes lament how real life lacks a narrative structure. (And I don't mean the after the fact narrative rationalisation, but rather the conscious design to the story that happens in advance in a novel.)
Maybe I'm actually good at writing. Who knows?
No.13814
Had a dream where I had male pattern baldness. Pulled my hair back and had widow's peaks.
Joke's on the dream, I actually have female pattern baldness.
Had another dream that's more just like a resurfacing memory.
I used to have a book of mythological ceatures, with large, bautiful pictures.
It had a picture of an owl with huge eyes, and the description said it snatches kids. The picture always used to scare me as a kid.
Well, I saw the picture in a dream out of the blue, nothing else but the picture. I had completely forgotten about this book, strange how stuff that you've "forgotten" actually still exists somewhere in the recesses.
No.14170
>>14117This felt genuinely frightening to read
No.14270
Two guys in a car rolled up to me and showed me two contracts that i apparently signed.
It was just a bunch of weird pictures with completely different looking signatures next to them.
I made them aware, that only one of those signatures looks a tiny bit like mine and that i never signed any of those contracts. Then i bragged about how much money i have and that i can afford the best lawyers around.
Then i went to look for proof that i never had any use for their service. At that moment it got clear, that they wanted to charge me for a haircut that i never got.
So i looked for witnesses and found a prostitute in a casino that was cutting my hair the last few times and my mom. My mom could tell everyone that i usually cut my hair by myself.
One of those guys wasn't happy about all my witnesses so he came to the casino and startet shooting around, but there were superhero impersonators in the casino and together with their help i shot the guy with is own gun.
The End.
No.14272 KONTRA
>>14270Thought it was today thread again. Evil fucking dream thread.
No.14274
>>14272I would watch the short film made of that dream. It was quite a comedy.
Wish I would remember my dreams. Don't they say Kafka tapped into them as a source of his creativity?
No.14275
>>14274It’s far from unlikely.
I still loose my shit on a daily basis to this picture. I have completed my metamorphosis. It’s literally me
No.14278 KONTRA
>>14276Nah I’m a zoomer baby
No.14282
>>14276I hate Kafka.
>>14275>metamorphosisYou always wear like this. It would be a metamorphosis if you stopped being a loser.
No.14310 KONTRA
>>14282Before being a looser I was a kid. Kids can’t be looser
No.14351
I had a dream that telepathy was invented and humans learned to talk with horses. I started to hate horses since they are fucking stupid.
No.14388
>>14351I love this post. It's great.
No.14389 KONTRA
>>14310>kids can't be losersWrong. It's just hard(er) to recognize kid losers, because they are not far beyond the point of bifurcation. But they are beyond the point of bifurcation. Due to their innate traits, it is already determined who will be unfuckable and who will become Chad. Outsider at three, outsider for life. Winner at three, winner at life. The kids who take other boys toys away and use them to hit others on the head are destined to slay pussy and make fucktons of money.
No.14392
I dreamed that Erdogan was visiting our university. We were going by car and the street was full of people who came to see him so we couldn’t get to the building. The sun was shining and the sky was crystal clear. It was obviously summer. There were a lot of (very pretty) black women in the crowd. The light almost made their skin look reddish. Very smooth. But otherwise it wasn’t sexual.
No.14397
>>14393Fascist, but critical of AEF (Actually Existing Fascism)
:D
No.14424
Had a dream that a girl was standing next to one of those round Budapest advertising billboard and she was threateing to jump off. Of course it was comical because it was like a 30cm jumo. She jumped and then ranto the stairs where I was observing from and threatened to do it again, I walked over. By this point he turned into a suicidal man. The staircase still wasn’t that tall, but I still firmly put my hands on his shoulder and with determination told him that “If you do it like this it’ll take some time until you get to the top of the Empire State Building. You don’t want to get to the top of the Empire State Building. Tell your parents you want help with your alcoholism.”
He immediately reconsidered suicide and thanked me, but then asked me questions about my given name, which I answered and then I woke up.
Another dream I had was that I got a huge cabinet with a fridge in it. But the only place I could put it was the bed in the old house, and while at first glance it seemed stable, but actually wasn’t. There was some money in the upper part of the cabinet. I felt afraid that it was going to fall on me.
My father said that I could keep the money but only if I keep the cabinet too, and I was conflicted, because the money would have been good (It was a sum of 70 thousand) but I didn’t want to clutter up my life with an unstably placed cabinet and the fridge within that consumed electricity. This is where this dream ended .
No.14429 KONTRA
Bought a pack of cigarettes and chain-smoked through it all. Shit was so cash.
No.14881
It started out in a kind of foresty area, similar to a certain spot around my home village. I was doing stuff there and remembered I wanted to go to a party. I grabbed gf and went to something like a school or university where I met people from elementary school who reminded me that I had promised to go to another party with them that was on the same evening.
Then I went to a doctor to get something checked, but I also told her about my problem of having my brain full of fuck after a workday, so she sent me to a therapist.
Then I was in some kind of hospital hallway with several other people, including the ones I met earlier, but it was partly water and we were actually on a ship. It was one of those gigantic cruiser ships. The ship broke in half and the people were treading water. Two guys were kind of competing for "leadership" while I found a small sailboat with a bunch of floating devices, which I distributed to the people.
I then drove around with the boat and talked to the two guys in order to bring them together.
No.14907
I had a dream that I was riding in a train and met Russian EC schizo. He was still misanthropic and was reading Nietzsche. I wanted to tell him that I changed my political views but I didn't want to admit being wrong in front of such a smug person.
In next dream there was a civil war between vatniks patriots and liberals, and liberals were winning. I was shouting to them from apartments that Ukrainians hate all Russians, but especially they hate Ukraine-sympathizers, this is why they destroyed liberal headquarters with air strike. And also destroyed nearby hospital, what a morons. Liberals threw molotovs at my direction in response.
Asked grandpa if he has a gun, and he showed some agreement signed by NATO, and started to prove something. I replied that world order after 1991 and 1993 is not legitimate, so this document has no legal force.
Then I went downstairs and was roaming destroyed buildings. At this point I started suspecting that I'm dreaming. However I supposed that if I'm awake, I'm still in this place, I'll just meet hobos here instead of rebels.
No.14992
Dreamed that people are variables in Rust. And when they have sex, they transfer ownership. And if you are in a passive position (and the woman is on top), then it's your value which is going to be borrowed. And you can't do anything anymore because your value has been borrowed.
#safeProgrammingMonth
No.15047 KONTRA
>>14992Does this mean that sex with more than two participants is always unsafe?
No.15449
>>15067> it turned out to be a swampy hellscapeCurious dream by someone from Hellsingi :DD
No.15450 KONTRA
I keep having dreams about exotic women.
No.15452 KONTRA
I created this thread on xyz three years ago. Proud of this new institution
No.15453 KONTRA
four years ago!
No.15585
I dreamt that we were travelling the countryside by car. My mother mentioned that in the future we will be going to Tokyo but the “we” just meant her and my father.
I happened accross a group of students from my college. We were in a richly ornamented courtyard. They were putting on a play. Three characters dressed in 19th century clothing wrestling and then falling into the fountain.
As the play went by more and more people I know came and we discussed handing in the thesis. Some of them found the 500 characters long summary too hard to do and I told them it took me 10 minutes.
The crowd was mixed. People from elementary school, high school and college.
Final image. Looking down from the balcony of the house. There was an uncut patch of weeds, mostly dandelions that have grown around two metres tall but were otherwise proportionste. We were before a storm. I was alone.
No.15586
I was visiting the Islamic Republic of Iran, alongside with a group of friends that I've been engaging with in these past few months. We went out to nightclubs, but at some point I was quite bored of their shenanigans this part of the dream went on for a while, but there's not much of note, so I head over to some of arcade/movie theater. Inside, there are plain white stucco walls and a large projector screen. I ask the man behind the counter what's the deal and says that for a fee of 25€ I can select a movie. I look through his selection of strange titles, until I find one that purports to explain the 2008 economic crisis in Portugal. I also order some sort of elaborate ice cream and take my seat. Sitting behind me, a gigantic British man with a busted face makes small talk, seemed like a friendly sort. The movie itself was bizarre, it mentioned figures I couldn't recognize, confused the names of the political parties involved and gave some contrived explanation as to why the crisis occurred.
The movie ends, and the place begins closing up - I get up to leave and pay, I notice I had never gotten my icecream but it was being charged. The man behind the counter explains it was their mistake, but that they'd need to charge me for it still, as it they were nearing on completing this elaborate dessert, but couldn't deliver it because the place was closing down. Facing this unreasonable behavior, I decide to run out the door as fast as I can. Outside, there's a beach and a crowd is also rushing home, so I take off my sweater and join this crowd. I'd hear the man chasing after me and complain about my people being cheats, but he was unable to recognize me in the crowd. I spend the next few hours in great anxiety over being stopped and arrested, but I'm able to board the plane and go home - now a wanted criminal in Iran.
No.15613
We went to a restaurant with friends. I ordered a soup. The noodles in it were perfect but I forgot to pay after eating it and I felt really guilty. Though the taste otherwise just reminded me of just a mediocre sunday soup. It didn’t have enough fresh greens in it.
It was winter. We were discussing where to have breakfast.
No.15614
I wanked.
No.15623
Had a serious discussion with a toddler who could only respond by da or nah. But I somehow knew he got me.
No.15650
I dreamed that I was convicted of a crime and to escape prison I decided to emigrate to Canada. My parents took me to the airport and I entered the Canadian section. It was a room with a door to the right and two kiosks in front of me with a CRT monitor on it that they no longer conduct human searches or administration, but there were still two Chinese women sitting behind the desk doing some administrative labour. I asked an employee what I had to do if I had alcohol to declare, because I remembered I had a bottle of vodka in my bag. She told me to go to the side of the kiosk where an employee took note of the vodka and also the bottle of glühwein I had on me for some reason. I was thinking about what I'd do once I get there because I had no money or connections and my immediate thought was to just simply sell these bottles for some fast cash or something.
An old lady asked me if I were Hungarian and she talked about some WW2 connection she had to the country. I looked morosely into the distance and a cute female clerk asked me if I was sad or of I was going to cry and I said no, everything will be fine.
The dream ended with me remembering that I might have somewhere to stay if I can just connect with some distant quasi-relatives, so things would eventually be fine.
No.15746
I was building a log cabin to live in. My father helped a bit. I found a fragmented trilingual edition of the Lunyu while digging. Also an expired gift card for a bookstore. It’d have been s nice house.
Was at a rhetorics seminar held by the new opposition messiah. We were tasked with analysing quotes and pairing them up with WW2 personalities and modern Hungarian politicians. I was impressed.
No.15747 KONTRA
I forgot my dream, but I dreamt of her.
No.15805
had a dream where a lion and a parrot are sitting in the zoo. the parrot screeches "POLLY WANTS A CRACKER", and a zoogoer hands it a cracker. the lion says "I envy you, parrot, for as a lion, even if I could speak, humans could not understand me". And the parrot says "ah, but I am not speaking. I don't have the faintest idea of what I just said, I only know that if I make this sound, humans give me a cracker".
The lion thinks a bit, and yells out "POLLY WANTS A CRACKER". But to humans it only sounds like a mighty roar. Impressed, one of the zoogoers throws him a t-bone steak.
The lion looks at the steak, then at the zoogoer, and says: "That's not a cracker".
No.15806
then, half awake, I thought of a funny joke:
Why did Polly want a cracker?
Because it doesn't like the taste of Negro's Kisses.
No.15811 KONTRA
I hope it makes you all feel a bit better about yourself that at least you didn't have a wet dream tonight in which your grandmother asked you to pleasure her using an inflated condom.
No.15812
I had a dream about Michel Houellebecq's article called "Torture of beauty and torture by beauty". Its point was that meritocracy should be abolished because enormous resources are spent by people on proving their worth, and it isn't compensated by selecting best people. As an example, he showed a girl in high school (porn actress Valentina Nappi). On the one hand, she spends her best years on preparing for exams instead of learning something actually cool or useful. On the other hand, boys in her class are doing stupid things while competing for her attention.
Then I was a teacher rushing to teachers' meeting.
No.15891
In dream I saw boomer in "Stop making fun of old liberals"(written in English) t-shirt. I thought, wow, I should tell about it to EC.
>>15811What would Jung say about it?
No.15892 KONTRA
>>15812>preparing for exams instead of learning something actually cool or usefulLike sucking dick?
No.15894 KONTRA
I dreamed I was constantly failing to enter my name into a computer using a touchscreen that needed a pen to use and I got really mad because every single time I touched a key on the digital keyboard it made a misinput.
No.15895
Two of the kids from my grade school class were hired at the company where I work. They promptly went to work. One drilled big holes into all the walls, the other one patched them up really badly. I asked them what the duck they were doing. They told me the boss had told them to do this and they would finish the task.
No.16017
>>15894Sounds like using a Deutsche Bahn ticket machine from a few years back (they might till exist).
>>16015>THE smart device using person on EC>dreams about Zuckerberg and gift cards for a bike-sharing serviceThis is funny.
No.16025 KONTRA
>>16018Maybe amusing is more precise. Your dream reflects a cosmos I see your being situated in.
No.16026 KONTRA
>>16025>Your dream reflects a cosmos I see your being situated in.I don't think so. Zuckerberg is about as relevant to me as James May is (also a character from my dreams). Same applies to bike sharing. Never used, nor do I recall ever talking, reading or thinking about it. There are some city-bike stands near where I live, though.
No.16027
>>16026> I don't think so. [...] is about as relevant to me as [...] is (also a character from my dreams). Same applies to [...]. Never used, nor do I recall ever talking, reading or thinking about it. are you trolling, or do you really not see the elephant in the room?
>>16015> I need to lose some weightHint:
the elephant is you. No.16028 KONTRA
>>16027>i[...] re[...] t[...] a[...] r[...] t[...]Good post.
Also, losing weight was the least relevant part, so I didn't even think to bring it up. Man, these G*rmans couldn't make a coherent post to save their life.
No.16045
I saved a squirrel from an abandoned enclosure and took t to the doctor.
No.16072
>>16045I am proud of your dream self.
No.16076
I dreamed I was at a fancy international conference. Very expensive hotel, custom nametags etc. Security guard took me to a room full of printers to give me my tag but it was all fucked up. He also gave me a barela readable copy of a textbook printed in front of me.
No.16078 KONTRA
I had my first day at a German takeaway currywurst, burger, fries etc for minimum wage and I was overwhelmed with the cash register and registering orders. People left because I couldn't get it right. Bad omen for me entering the job market for real this time :DDD
No.16104 KONTRA
>>16099>he's best at inventing smart-sounding mouth-wordsthe best of all economic systems requires jobs like these and I am pretty thankful for that.
t. converter to economic realism
No.16263
I was walking in a small, idyllic town. It was in East Germany. Everything was lush and green. I stumbled into a bookstore and they had a great East Asian selection.
No.16264
I was killing angels.
Then people in some post-apocalyptic community (they were such a nice guys).
Then I attacked a military base and threw grenades all other it.
I also had cheat-codes on flying.
No.16417
I dreamed that we were building a house with my mother and a tornado was coming. But the work was very harmonious. We were sharing the work.
No.16450
I dreamed a guy paid for a girl to cut his penis off
No.16455
I had a dream that I wrote a zombie horror novel about my workplace. Or I was in that zombie horror, the boundary between fiction and reality was very fluid. Was chewing or shooting my colleagues, depending on different plots.
No.16471
I had this vivid dream about being in some railway cart and it was going through a large patch of sea, which had giant blocks of marble in it, but the marble-blocks, all towering in the distance were carved with elaborate sculptures, mostly faces. And the entire thing felt so great, I felt my self put my right hand out in front of me in an expressive, position, as if I was making some grandiose speech or channeling energy. And then the cart tumbled under the water and I wasn't sure it was intended or if we were going to drown.
That's where the dream ended. The colours were all very ideal. Sharp, not overly rich. Blues, whites, the cart was red. A cross between the tone of a heroic opera and a vaporwave cover.
No.16523
I was hired to compete in a football team, I think that for inexplicable reasons it was the North Korean national team, who was looking for players to perform for them. We were playing some opponent, and I was upset because instead of playing, most people were sitting around at tables on the pitch (don't ask, it doesn't make sense) and were drinking tea and eating cookies, even with their opponents. While I was not afraid of being beheaded by an angry regime, I still felt bad, because we didn't fulfill our end of the contract, and thought that we at least should put in some effort. I woke up before more nonsense happened.
Not sure if there are analogies to my real employment hidden there, I sure hope not.