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Post by theravenking on Oct 18, 2023 12:44:09 GMT
I often have dreams about people turning into animals or vice versa, or animals turning into other species. It happened for real last Saturday morning in Southern Israel. Animals wouldn't behave like that. Only evil mutants would.
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Post by slowcomingwarbird on Oct 19, 2023 5:03:34 GMT
Interesting dream and so realistic, thanks.
What I dreamed last night has a backstory.
In the 1800's there was a house called Thistle Hill that still stands today. A woman named Electra lived there with her husband, however, one Autumn night she attended a dance festival at the cultural center that was made almost entirely of wood and woven straw, and was lighted with kerosene lamps.
It being the fire hazard it was it caught on fire half way through the dance festivities, almost nobody escaped.
The tragic event of Electra burning to death publicly turned her into a revenant because she could never return to her home on Thistle Hill. With no place else to go Electra decided to haunt her favorite swimming spot the Trinity River, and later became a vampire who still drowns her victims in the Trinity River to this day.
Appearing as a blond woman in a long white dress wading in the water in broad daylight pretending to be unable to get back out of the river, pretending to be in distress. As she lures her victims down into the water with her eyes so that she can drown them and drink their soul.
Hollywood likes to portray that vampires cannot be active during the day, that vampires require soil from their native land. Those may be limitations of vampires of the earthen soil but it doesn't make any difference night or day to a vampire of the water that can go anywhere there are bodies of water such as rivers or lakes.
To be summoned to meet her to be made into a vampire of the air is to be the most powerful there is able to go anywhere there is air without any other limitations.
Creepy in that when you awake from such a dream you are unsure if it was just a dream or how real it might actually be.
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Post by Hnefahogg on Oct 19, 2023 10:26:16 GMT
On the rare occasion, I do remember my dream. This night I was playing and trying to beat a weird ROM hack of Super Mario 64. Unsure if I could consider it a nightmare.
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Post by 99999 on Oct 21, 2023 18:04:01 GMT
Looking for a non-existent parking spot.
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Post by Nalkarj on Oct 21, 2023 18:12:51 GMT
I had a dream that I was playing the villain in a movie, opposite Nicole Kidman and Pierce Brosnan as the heroes. At one point I looked at myself in a mirror and saw a short, scarred, middle-aged, bald fellow who looked nothing like I actually do. Makeup, except that in the dream I was shocked by my appearance and then started wondering if I really were in a movie and, if I weren’t, why I’m doing these villainous things.
It was kinda like that Twilight Zone episode where the guy finds out his world’s not real and he’s just an actor playing the part of himself, except in reverse (I had thought I was an actor and was horrified to realize that the world might be real).
Creepy one. Might make for a good story, though.
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Post by theravenking on Oct 25, 2023 10:59:18 GMT
I dreamed that I discovered a secret passage at home, leading from the living room to the kitchen. Now, considering, that the living room is right next to the kitchen, this was not as sensational as it might sound.
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Post by ayatollah on Oct 31, 2023 2:33:23 GMT
I had a dream I was being attacked by birds, at first normal birds with feathers, but then they became featherless naked birds, then they were crispy and fried looking. Everywhere I ran they chased me, pecking at my face.
It was fucking horrifying, it woke me up and I screamed. My hair was wet from all the sweating I had done.
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Post by fugazi on Oct 31, 2023 2:45:20 GMT
Most of my dreams this year involve my dead parents, unfortunately. The last one, and a lot of the ones I have about them involve them coming back from the dead, but not in a hooey, zombie movie way, but sometimes, they're not all there. Really makes me think of that line from Pet Sematary "Sometimes dead is better".
I think it was because I was at my mom's side in her last hours and while she wasn't suffering, her lucidity was declining, and she was getting agitated. Part of me wanted to give her a lethal dose of the morphine because I wanted her to be at peace.
Apart from that, many of my dreams are Lynchian. Kind of a mix of mundane and surreal. Kind of a weird coincidence about that is before Twin Peaks: The Return, I had a dream about the vortexes seen in the series. Behaved the same way too.
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Post by theravenking on Oct 31, 2023 12:14:34 GMT
I had a dream I was being attacked by birds, at first normal birds with feathers, but then they became featherless naked birds, then they were crispy and fried looking. Everywhere I ran they chased me, pecking at my face. It was fucking horrifying, it woke me up and I screamed. My hair was wet from all the sweating I had done. Kentucky Frightening Chicken?
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Post by theravenking on Oct 31, 2023 12:26:00 GMT
I often have this recurring dream where I'm staying at a hotel, but I can't find the way to my room. The hotel tends to change from dream to dream. Last night it consisted of these weird, barnlike wooden buildings, rather high but with no doors and all windows shuttered. They seemed to be standing in the middle of nowhere. Outside there must've been a garden originally, but it was all grown over, so that I could barely make my way through the thicket. I kept looking for an entry, until eventually I became aware of some light in a window. When I got closer I realised it was actually a glass door leading onto a ground floor balcony. It was open, and when I stepped through there was a man sitting there. He looked like the actor John Rhys-Davis, but in my dream he was playing the role of some sort of shady merchant or smuggler. I knew this character from before with us having a history. I was going to negotiate with him, thinking he could help me to find my room, but I didn't have anything I could offer him in exchange. I don't remember the rest.
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Post by 99999 on Oct 31, 2023 18:24:30 GMT
Trying to purchase a Birthday card.
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Post by jeffersoncody on Nov 1, 2023 7:36:54 GMT
I had a dream where I was a donut and I was eating myself. Krispy Kreme. Mmmm nom nom I had a dream in which Jennifer Lawrence wanted me to go down on her, she was damp and dripping, but just as my tongue got tantalizing close to her clitoris I woke up. Life can be a bitch sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2023 23:22:29 GMT
I dreamed my ex and his wife wanted me to move in with them....yuck....
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Post by JHA Durant on Nov 5, 2023 7:27:25 GMT
I had an unusual dream... I don't think I physically featured in it, but I was watching everything that happened. Anyway it was about a very elderly couple living in a large cottage near a small town. They had been married for most of their lives or something, and the old woman found out she was dying from cancer. The old man was obsessed with Jenga, and he had thousands of Jenga pieces all about, and he was constantly building towers with the pieces. After a while, the woman went to a cupboard, opened a drawer and got out a flat-bladed screwdriver. She went over to a wall socket, stabbed the screwdriver into one of the sockets and fried herself in a massive flash of light. That's about where I woke up. The surroundings and the cottage seemed to look like somewhere in Britain, but the wall sockets were Australian standard. British wall socket: Australian wall socket:
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Post by Nalkarj on Nov 7, 2023 8:52:17 GMT
Just woke up from scary dream.
Originally I am in Providence, R.I., but the city quickly becomes one in a different country. It may be the Netherlands or Belgium—the accents sounded Dutch. Not a major city—the buildings are too low and too few.
I go into one building, which is old and historical, and a man grabs me and brings me to the basement, which is a photography studio. It’s called One Two Three Photography.
He tells me someone has paid him to kidnap me, and now he’s going to break every finger on my hands. He’s going to make me sit on a seat and stick my hand through a hole in a stone wall, where he’ll crush each finger with a hammer or something.
I try to keep my cool and get him talking, and he lets me talk for a surprisingly long time. At first he doesn’t seem to care that it’s taking him so long to get to the finger-crushing. I say something dumb like you never realize how much you need fingers until you’re about to lose them, or something like that? He just grunts.
Eventually he gets bored and wants to get on with it, and I say I have to use the bathroom. He walks me to a huge set of nicely decorated rooms, including a bathroom. I see a bedroom and an office, among other rooms. One is full of photographic work.
I grab the phone in the office and call 911. I say, “Is this the police? Do you speak English? I was kidnapped and am at One Two Three Photography. Thank you.” Why the calm “thank you,” I have no idea.
He must be able to see the phone is off the hook because he bursts into the bathroom and says something, furiously. i don’t know what because I attack him with a razor that was near the shower in the bathroom.
As I woke up, I saw images of myself running outside and the police pulling up, but I was wondering if they would believe him over me because he was their countryman. I was hoping that his finger-crushing tools were still there to confirm my story.
That’s all I remember. Forgive the typos here—it’s 4 a.m. where I am, the dream just woke me up and I wanted to get it down right away.
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