Any interesting dreams?

[Fbr27]

I have to tell someone one of the dreams I had a while ago.


So I was walking through my neighbourhood one day and suddenly I spotted some bar that sold typical russian drinks (whatever that is).

Then I enter the bar, every one working on the bar is sort of blond and sort of tanned, all drinks are russian named. I see a small chubby white goth girl asking for a "kpof" and some bartender gave her a green slimy drink. I try to talk to some random dude in the bar and the guy goes "why are you touching me?" Then some russian guy goes on the balcony starts to play a russian song on a accordion and sing incredibly loud and I get out of the bar.

I enter the line of a bus stop to wait for a bus. Some guy says that the bus is coming already. I enter the bus, but then the bus starts into a different weird route and suddenly I don't know where I'm at.

I get scared and get out of the bus on the next stop and then I start walking around to go home and then I suddenly enter inside of this weird clinic/hospital building.

There are dozens of white corridors, inner patios, small gardens and stairs to walk and suddenly I'm lost. There are a bunch of women doctors going around in white coats but I'm too embarassed to interrupt them to ask where is the way out.

Then finally I find a reception where I can ask someone how to get out. The walls are of a warm white cream with fancy golden inlays like a palace. A tall white auburn hair receptionist guy on a t-shirt is at the reception and then I ask:

- Hey, I need to get out of here, do you know where is the elevator?

The guy doesn't seem to hear me and then I ask again:

- Dude, I need to get out. Do you know where is the elevator?

The guy sits up and out of his reception table to talk to me and he has a obvious physical deficiency that his legs are stiff and thin and he walks with a limp like he had some polio or something. He says then:

- I'm sorry. I've been recently through a breakup.

Then he passes right through me and directs me to this small space with a sort of circular structure on the ground and then I ask him:

- Where is the elevator?

Then the guy goes:

- This is the elevator. You have to use it through the power of Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ.

Then I say:

- I need a elevator man, I just want to get out of here.

Then I start to look around annoyed because I really want to get out of this damn place. Finally I found a elevator around and then the doors of the elevator open and suddenly I see Vishnu and Shiva as tall avatars with their blue and red skins and golden chains and bracelets together with Budda painted in gold waiting on the elevator for me.

I get scared of picking the elevator and then I wake up.

 

[Fbr27]

I have to tell someone one of the dreams I had a while ago.


So I was walking through my neighbourhood one day and suddenly I spotted some bar that sold typical russian drinks (whatever that is).

Then I enter the bar, every one working on the bar is sort of blond and sort of tanned, all drinks are russian named. I see a small chubby white goth girl asking for a "kpof" and some bartender gave her a green slimy drink. I try to talk to some random dude in the bar and the guy goes "why are you touching me?" Then some russian guy goes on the balcony starts to play a russian song on a accordion and sing incredibly loud and I get out of the bar.

I enter the line of a bus stop to wait for a bus. Some guy says that the bus is coming already. I enter the bus, but then the bus starts into a different weird route and suddenly I don't know where I'm at.

I get scared and get out of the bus on the next stop and then I start walking around to go home and then I suddenly enter inside of this weird clinic/hospital building.

There are dozens of white corridors, inner patios, small gardens and stairs to walk and suddenly I'm lost. There are a bunch of women doctors going around in white coats but I'm too embarassed to interrupt them to ask where is the way out.

Then finally I find a reception where I can ask someone how to get out. The walls are of a warm white cream with fancy golden inlays like a palace. A tall white auburn hair receptionist guy on a t-shirt is at the reception and then I ask:

- Hey, I need to get out of here, do you know where is the elevator?

The guy doesn't seem to hear me and then I ask again:

- Dude, I need to get out. Do you know where is the elevator?

The guy sits up and out of his reception table to talk to me and he has a obvious physical deficiency that his legs are stiff and thin and he walks with a limp like he had some polio or something. He says then:

- I'm sorry. I've been recently through a breakup.

Then he passes right through me and directs me to this small space with a sort of circular structure on the ground and then I ask him:

- Where is the elevator?

Then the guy goes:

- This is the elevator. You have to use it through the power of Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ.

Then I say:

- I need a elevator man, I just want to get out of here.

Then I start to look around annoyed because I really want to get out of this damn place. Finally I found a elevator around and then the doors of the elevator open and suddenly I see Vishnu and Shiva as tall avatars with their blue and red skins and golden chains and bracelets together with Budda painted in gold waiting on the elevator for me.

I get scared of picking the elevator and then I wake up.

 

[Fbr27]

I have to tell someone one of the dreams I had a while ago.


So I was walking through my neighbourhood one day and suddenly I spotted some bar that sold typical russian drinks (whatever that is).

Then I enter the bar, every one working on the bar is sort of blond and sort of tanned, all drinks are russian named. I see a small chubby white goth girl asking for a "kpof" and some bartender gave her a green slimy drink. I try to talk to some random dude in the bar and the guy goes "why are you touching me?" Then some russian guy goes on the balcony starts to play a russian song on a accordion and sing incredibly loud and I get out of the bar.

I enter the line of a bus stop to wait for a bus. Some guy says that the bus is coming already. I enter the bus, but then the bus starts into a different weird route and suddenly I don't know where I'm at.

I get scared and get out of the bus on the next stop and then I start walking around to go home and then I suddenly enter inside of this weird clinic/hospital building.

There are dozens of white corridors, inner patios, small gardens and stairs to walk and suddenly I'm lost. There are a bunch of women doctors going around in white coats but I'm too embarassed to interrupt them to ask where is the way out.

Then finally I find a reception where I can ask someone how to get out. The walls are of a warm white cream with fancy golden inlays like a palace. A tall white auburn hair receptionist guy on a t-shirt is at the reception and then I ask:

- Hey, I need to get out of here, do you know where is the elevator?

The guy doesn't seem to hear me and then I ask again:

- Dude, I need to get out. Do you know where is the elevator?

The guy sits up and out of his reception table to talk to me and he has a obvious physical deficiency that his legs are stiff and thin and he walks with a limp like he had some polio or something. He says then:

- I'm sorry. I've been recently through a breakup.

Then he passes right through me and directs me to this small space with a sort of circular structure on the ground and then I ask him:

- Where is the elevator?

Then the guy goes:

- This is the elevator. You have to use it through the power of Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ.

Then I say:

- I need a elevator man, I just want to get out of here.

Then I start to look around annoyed because I really want to get out of this damn place. Finally I found a elevator around and then the doors of the elevator open and suddenly I see Vishnu and Shiva as tall avatars with their blue and red skins and golden chains and bracelets together with Budda painted in gold waiting on the elevator for me.

I get scared of picking the elevator and then I wake up.

 

[Fbr27]

I have to tell someone one of the dreams I had a while ago.


So I was walking through my neighbourhood one day and suddenly I spotted some bar that sold typical russian drinks (whatever that is).

Then I enter the bar, every one working on the bar is sort of blond and sort of tanned, all drinks are russian named. I see a small chubby white goth girl asking for a "kpof" and some bartender gave her a green slimy drink. I try to talk to some random dude in the bar and the guy goes "why are you touching me?" Then some russian guy goes on the balcony starts to play a russian song on a accordion and sing incredibly loud and I get out of the bar.

I enter the line of a bus stop to wait for a bus. Some guy says that the bus is coming already. I enter the bus, but then the bus starts into a different weird route and suddenly I don't know where I'm at.

I get scared and get out of the bus on the next stop and then I start walking around to go home and then I suddenly enter inside of this weird clinic/hospital building.

There are dozens of white corridors, inner patios, small gardens and stairs to walk and suddenly I'm lost. There are a bunch of women doctors going around in white coats but I'm too embarassed to interrupt them to ask where is the way out.

Then finally I find a reception where I can ask someone how to get out. The walls are of a warm white cream with fancy golden inlays like a palace. A tall white auburn hair receptionist guy on a t-shirt is at the reception and then I ask:

- Hey, I need to get out of here, do you know where is the elevator?

The guy doesn't seem to hear me and then I ask again:

- Dude, I need to get out. Do you know where is the elevator?

The guy sits up and out of his reception table to talk to me and he has a obvious physical deficiency that his legs are stiff and thin and he walks with a limp like he had some polio or something. He says then:

- I'm sorry. I've been recently through a breakup.

Then he passes right through me and directs me to this small space with a sort of circular structure on the ground and then I ask him:

- Where is the elevator?

Then the guy goes:

- This is the elevator. You have to use it through the power of Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ.

Then I say:

- I need a elevator man, I just want to get out of here.

Then I start to look around annoyed because I really want to get out of this damn place. Finally I found a elevator around and then the doors of the elevator open and suddenly I see Vishnu and Shiva as tall avatars with their blue and red skins and golden chains and bracelets together with Budda painted in gold waiting on the elevator for me.

I get scared of picking the elevator and then I wake up.

 

[Unenthusiastic]

Yes.

I found myself biking towards a dead end. The setting was the kind of suburban residential neighborhood typical of the United States or Canada, midday, seemingly midsummer.

Nothing initially seemed amiss, aside from a quiet stillness uncharacteristic of such a summer day. It was absent the sounds of lawnmowers running, dogs barking and kids playing. In fact, the stillness should have been considered curious, but, being not entirely lucid at that point, I simply rode on towards the dead end, without any established purpose or concerns.

Several peculiar things stuck out to me when I reached the end of the road. Immediately beyond the dead end was a wall of trees which, while not appearing to be artificial, were both perfectly aligned in rows and manicured so well as to be totally identical. The end of the roadway, which seemed to terminate with laser precision, was totally devoid of the typical kinds of detritus - sticks, pebbles, mud - you'd associate with the edge of the road. Again, not bleing particularly lucid by that point, I simply turned around and made my way back.

The next road terminated exactly as the initial route. Same manicured stand of trees which, as it seemed, appeared to surround the neghborhood. Same uncharacteristically cleanly pavement, along with the aforementioned atom-perfect cut in the pavement.

Becoming more lucid by that point, I reasoned that such planting patterns were not unusual for tree farms and, with a new sense of unease becoming palpable, I turned around and made my way back to the longer "main" road and made another turn.

The next road ended just as the two before it. What's most notable at this point in the dream is the immense sense of fear or dread growing inside of me. I am normally a very emotionally blunted person, and this is reflected accurately, outwards, through an obvious flattened affect. In any case, dreams such as this are the only place I feel any kind of strong emotions of any kind. I hesitantly made my way back, once again, as I had before.

I found myself back at the long road, with only one more possible way out of the neighborhood. I made my way forward with a horrible sense of foreboding. My fear would soon be vindicated as I would find myself at yet another dead end, of the exact same sort.

At this point the fear reached a boiling point, as you'd likely imagine. Feeling an imminent sense of overhwelming dread I began to sesrch for a hiding spot. I looked towards a nearby house's attached garage as the dream ended.

 

[Fbr27]

So I was in this sort of garden in my childhood home talking with Charlie Harper and his brother (Two and a Half Men). I wanted to make a rap group with them and another guy. But first I felt like they needed "rap names".

I named Charlie Harper as "Mr. Charles" (he was supposed to be the main rapper) and Arthur Harper as "Wellington". Alan asked why he should change his name and I said "People who care about that are artists. They want to make art. We want to make money"

Then I was in this big dining room full of old ladies. They were eating chocolate cake and pizza. One of the old ladies started to laugh uncontrollably because Alan Harper made a joke and climbed upon the table.

Then I was about to taste some pizza when I wake up.

 

[Unenthusiastic]

So I was in this sort of garden in my childhood home talking with Charlie Harper and his brother (Two and a Half Men). I wanted to make a rap group with them and another guy. But first I felt like they needed "rap names".

I named Charlie Harper as "Mr. Charles" (he was supposed to be the main rapper) and Arthur Harper as "Wellington". Alan asked why he should change his name and I said "People who care about that are artists. They want to make art. We want to make money"

Then I was in this big dining room full of old ladies. They were eating chocolate cake and pizza. One of the old ladies started to laugh uncontrollably because Alan Harper made a joke and climbed upon the table.

Then I was about to taste some pizza when I wake up.

Your dreams tend to be pretty random, lol. How unpleasant can they get?

 

[Something.idk]

I wasn't sure where to put this thread so I chose The Coffee House. I would like this to be a thread where we share interesting dreams we've had.

Recently I had a dream I was a butterfly. Apparently this represents some kind of transformation or change in one's life.

Ive been having nightmares recently but i did have a dream where me and all my friends (even someone im no longer friends with) were swimming in pink-yellow clouds. It was a nice dream.

 

[Something.idk]

So I was in this sort of garden in my childhood home talking with Charlie Harper and his brother (Two and a Half Men). I wanted to make a rap group with them and another guy. But first I felt like they needed "rap names".

I named Charlie Harper as "Mr. Charles" (he was supposed to be the main rapper) and Arthur Harper as "Wellington". Alan asked why he should change his name and I said "People who care about that are artists. They want to make art. We want to make money"

Then I was in this big dining room full of old ladies. They were eating chocolate cake and pizza. One of the old ladies started to laugh uncontrollably because Alan Harper made a joke and climbed upon the table.

Then I was about to taste some pizza when I wake up.

The old lady had a lot of energy in her, lol. What was your rap name?

 

[Fbr27]

Your dreams tend to be pretty random, lol. How unpleasant can they get?

My dreaming habits are pretty strange.

I can remember most of my dreams. Sometimes I have this sort of thing where I'm tired and I close my eyes and I have this instant dream, as if I start to dream before I even sleep. (Or maybe I'm already sleeping at that time).

Sometimes I take a nap and I have this 2 minute dream that is sort of random. I dream that I'm in my bedroom sleeping when some cat or dog just give an insane screech/howl inside my bedroom.

Then I just wake up trying to see where the scream is at. I had a dream the other day where I saw a shadow below the door of my room, then I reach the door and my mother just kicks out the door furiously and holds me like some devil.

Sometimes I have dreams with the same themes for days. For 2 days I had this dream where I was walking into this metro track above the city at night then suddenly I'm at a buffet. I start to fill up my plate and when I'm ready to eat I wake up.

Some of my dreams are pretty grimy and violent (in a way that I can't really just tell to other people).

I dream a lot about food also, about having the house choke full of ice cream, panettone, pizza, all kinds of cookies and chocolate bars, and when I try to eat something, I wake up.

 

[Fbr27]

The old lady had a lot of energy in her, lol. What was your rap name?

I was the manager of the group (I was trying to make money).

But probably I would choose "Washington" as a name (I had a schoolmate with that name)

 

[Something.idk]

We all have to earn money somehow. I love how its a rap group yet all the names sound sophisticated or maybe that's just me. Did you like that schoolmate?

 

[Fbr27]

We all have to earn money somehow. I love how its a rap group yet all the names sound sophisticated or maybe that's just me. Did you like that schoolmate?

I didn't knew Washington that much. I think he went to my high school for only some 1-2 years in the 8th grade (?)

He was a very black guy (no offense), he was into conspiracy/time-travel Hitler books, he went to the Wesleyan Church (have no idea what that is), and he wanted to join the army and be a colonel or something, because they earned a lot of money (In my country, that is true).

 

[Something.idk]

I didn't knew Washington that much. I think he went to my high school for only some 1-2 years in the 8th grade (?)

He was a very black guy (no offense), he was into conspiracy/time-travel Hitler books, he went to the Wesleyan Church (have no idea what that is), and he wanted to join the army and be a colonel or something, because they earned a lot of money (In my country, that is true).

Maybe that's where the money idea came from, lol. You might have part two of your dream where you become a popular rap group, that could be fun.

 

[Fbr27]

Maybe that's where the money idea came from, lol. You might have part two of your dream where you become a popular rap group, that could be fun.

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Don't have the street cred

 

[Something.idk]

i cant see the attachment. Either way Mr Charles, Wellington and Washington sounds like a sick rap group in my opinion.

 

[Fbr27]

i cant see the attachment. Either way Mr Charles, Wellington and Washington sounds like a sick rap group in my opinion.

 

[Something.idk]

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thanks for the laugh dude

 

[Unenthusiastic]

I used to frequently dream of familiar neighborhoods being altered in random ways. They'd usually not be significantly different; there would be a road missing, for example.

In particular I recall the park behind my childhood grade school being replaced with a steep, heavily forested hill.

 

[Unenthusiastic]

I was the manager of the group (I was trying to make money).

But probably I would choose "Washington" as a name (I had a schoolmate with that name)

One key difference between our respective dreams is in the presence of people in them. My dreams almost never contain other humans, and when they do, they're essentially just blurred, lifeless props in the background with no active role of any sort.

What this suggests about me, I have no idea.