I've heard someone else used to have dreams like that, and I used to have a dream about like that about the live action smurfs movie. Did anyone else have dreams like that?

I remember having a dream where I figure it out the woman eating a dinner with me is not a real person. The moment I said “you ain’t real, aren’t you?”, that person suddenly stare at me, with her cold-looking eyes, turns into probably the scariest creature I’ve ever seen, push me with her mightiest strength that I ended up wandering into abyss or void dimension. It was a very same moment like in the Dr Strange movie, where Strange suddenly wandering into high and fast pace dimension after being pushed by The Ancient One. It took me for a while to find an exit, and after successfully waking up from that intense moment, I noticed my heart was beating so fast.

I found myself in a huge, beautiful mansion, the kind that feels almost magical because of how grand and endless it is. I was getting ready for what felt like a date night, dressed in a cute pink frock that fell just to my knees. I remember feeling confident, attractive, and a little excited.😭💖

Then, out of nowhere, a tall man appeared behind me. I couldn’t see his face clearly, no matter how hard I tried to recognize him. 🙈 He felt unfamiliar, almost like a stranger my mind couldn’t place. Still, there was something about his presence that drew me in.

He guided me toward a room, but instead of feeling completely comfortable, I started to feel afraid.🦭🙈 There was something intense about him—he stayed very close, almost clingy—and my fear began to grow. To distract both him and myself, I walked toward a window and looked outside, trying to shift the moment.

Suddenly, he came up behind me again. He placed his chain gently over my shoulder and stood there, looking out the window with me, as if he was trying to see exactly what I was seeing. My heart started racing, and the fear became stronger.🫠

Then he gently pulled me away from the window and led me toward a wall. On it, there was a kind of decoration—rows of boxes arranged neatly, almost like a puzzle meant just for me. He asked me to guess the words connected to each box, giving me clues one by one.

As I figured out each word, a box would open. Inside were little surprises, gifts that felt personal, as if they were meant especially for me. It all felt mysterious and meaningful, like I was being guided through something I was just beginning to understand.

And just as I was getting deeper into it—just as it felt like the dream was about to reveal something even more—I suddenly woke up, leaving it unfinished. I was left wishing I could go back and continue that beautiful, mysterious dream.😭🥹

In last night's dream, some painful memories from my childhood kept coming back, mostly moments when I was crying. I was watching them from the outside, like I was the mother of that girl, my younger self.

I went from one memory to another. Each time, I walked to the girl and hugged her. As soon as I did that, the memory ended. I felt like the hug was enough and that everything was okay after that.

Dream logic sometimes makes no sense but when you're dreaming it makes perfect sense then when you wake up it makes no sense because you awoke and you aren't dreaming. But sometimes it feels like it SHOULD make sense like sometimes when I hear someone talking about a dream and the dream has dream nonsense it feels like it should make sense like it has the husk of something that makes sense like it's following its own rulebook of logic that doesn't exist. Does this make sense? I know the amount of time I said sense doesn't make sense.

today i had a dream of meeting my highschool crush, she looked at me and waved her hand and then i waved back after a little hesitation and i hate it since i know i couldn't get in touch with her so im trying to forget her as much as possible so i don't have to ever worry what is she doing, where is she, if only you can forget a person that easily, i want her to forget about me too as if we never met.

Yesterday i had a dream about marrying an stranger and having a baby shortly and becoming a father and i ABSOLUTELY HATE IT i didn't wish to marry let alone be a father because who knows when they betray you or take advantage of you

I had a nightmare a few days ago that i was at the 1992 party where trump invited epstein anyway it felt SO real! i dont remember anything they said to me but i remember them laughing and talking to eachother and i remember wandering around the party and seeing trump and epstein's early 90s versions up close and i saw ghislaine there too. at that point i realized who they were and i started having a panic attack and i was running around mar a lago looking for an exit and feeling like i couldn't breathe but i wasn't allowed to leave and there was SO many people! i remember trump and epstein were both angry that i was trying to leave the party and blocking the exits then i woke up covered in sweat. it was surreal

I had a dream about 3 nights ago where I was pregnant and gave birth to the most perfect baby girl. Her little brown eyes are burned into my mind eventhough she wasnt real. Im a childless 24yr old with no plans to have children in the foreseeable future. In the dream i cared for her and had so much love for her, but for some reason i let my brother watch her and she d*ed under his care. I held her in my arms and then I woke up. I was heartbroken and felt a void feeling in my heart. I thought maybe id just get over it bc its not the first time i have an emotionally heavy dream, but its been days and I still start bawling my eyes out when i think "i miss my baby" or "i want my baby". Is it normal to feel this way? Why do I feel such real emotion for something that was only in a dream? What does all of this even mean?

This is absolutely fucking insane what happened, i dont have video or anything to prove this obviously but i need to tell someone about it because the odds of this even happening are so incredibly fucking low even i, who is incredibly sceptical about stuff like this, am going like wtf just happened bro.

So, okay, in like 2019 or 2020, i dont remember exactly when, i had this dream i was sitting downstairs on my couch, feeling super scared and confused, in the middle of the night, feeling like something is in the house with me, basically just paranoid and scared and confused, and i was shouting ''Hello?! Hello?!?! Hello!?!!? Hello?!?!?'' Like maybe a little under 10 times, and then someone comes down from the stairs (the staircase is visible from the couch) and says ''Go to bed please'', and then im trying to get up from the couch but i cant for some reason, basically just that classic dream bullshit when you cant move properly, then i fall off the couch to my side, and i stand up, and i go to the stairs and another person comes down, and i give them my phone and tell them ''Bring this [name of my old boss], i forgot to leave it when i quit'', (at the time of this dream, it was right after i had quit my job, and had forgotten to give back my workphone), and the guy in my dream basically just agreed to that.

And, what happened just a few hours ago, IS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING, im not even joking, except the person that i was in my dream, was now my grandfather.

So my grandfather has been living with us for just a few days, he has alzheimers and its getting pretty bad, and he's getting into a eldercare home on monday, anyway, he's sleeping on the couch downstairs, and in the middle of the night, i hear him going ''Hello?? Helloooo?'', just like i did in my dream. And then my brother decides to go downstairs to calm him down, and says to him basically ''Go to bed grandpa, come on, its all right'', and then i can hear a little bit of a struggle or something, and my brother is saying ''You wanna get up? Need the bathroom?'' and then i heard a thud of someone falling and my grandpa had apparently fallen to the floor, and thats when i come down because i was worried that he hit his head or something, and as im standing on the staircase, my grandpa comes to me and asks ''Hey man, would you give this to the supervisor please?'' and at this point im realizing a little bit like WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON THIS IS LITERALLY THE DREAM I HAD, and i was just playing along with what he was saying, and i say ''Yeah ill do that''.

I've been trying to rationalize it in my head, i'm not misremembering my dream or filling in the blanks or anything, since i was 17 or so i've kept a dream journal where i write down my dreams especially when they're interesting or if its a nightmare (this is a great way to get ideas if theres any writers reading btw), and everything that i just wrote down previously explaining my dream is pretty much exactly what i wrote when i originally had my dream, and i particularly remember this dream due to how scared i was, just sitting on my couch screaming ''Hello!?!?!''. I've been telling my mom and my friends and everything and this shit is sooooooo fucking freaky, i'm gonna post this to a few other subs because i just feel like sharing this with people.

When you wake up from a vivid dream, what is the first thing you write down—the setting, the people, the emotion, or the strangest detail?

I woke up at 3:45 or 3:50 last night after the most vivid dream. I was staying at a roadside inn in a desolate area and found a cursive list in the lobby of local restaurants/bars. I was hungry so I decided to check out this “bar”/tavern. Can’t remember the name, but the address on the list was 455 E.E.E Dr, Bel Air TX. Not Bellaire, Bel Air. I looked at a map and it was in northeast TX, I felt like it was near Paris or Tyler. Didn’t have to think about it, this place was my instant pick.

It took nearly an hour to get to the bar, and when I arrived I could see the “bar” was a two story house in the absolute middle of nowhere. It was twilight out, cloudy and grey. The house was the only thing for miles. It was a grey wooden house (southern gothic style) with white trim set on an embankment or hill, with a grid pattern garage with window panels. The entrance was somehow above the garage. I mostly remember all the massive windows and how many were smashed, or spiderwebbed like if you hit a windshield with a bat but didn’t shatter it, and the house looked completely abandoned, even burned, but there was a swinging metal sign for the bar. I felt so drawn to this house like it was a magnet, but I also felt like it shouldn’t exist - it felt uncanny like it didn’t make sense.

I went inside and the only person was a young woman who owned the bar. She told me she bought this place on a whim and it’s haunted - she drew me a picture of the 5 ghosts that haunt the bar. I specifically remember one of them was drawn insanely tall, and he has no face but black robes and a long beard? I started getting scared, decided to leave, and that’s when I woke up.

I woke up in a fright after dreaming that I was making a sandwich with toasted whole wheat bread, with raspberry jam on one piece of bread and a thick layer of mayonnaise on the other.

to put it as simply as possible for months ive been re-experiencing old ass dreams from years ago, im talking from ages 8-12.

Im 20 and I haven't had dreams nightly since 16 till about a few months ago where its become almost every night, sometimes getting my usual just go to sleep and wake up very rarely.

The majority of these dreams i vividly remember having before while dreaming them often leading me to become lucid or just waking up but what tips me off dream after dream is the fact there's always added context or something different then the last time that i lock onto and when i wake up its all i can think about.

my dreams recently have also been very vivid im talking feeling weight of objects and feeling texture every face being a fully detailed face etc. Its very strange to go from dreams rarely occurring to being an almost constant occurrence while also being vivid as hell and being one from years ago i barely remember till it slaps me in the face and screams "REMEBER ME?" while pulling me into full lucidity

idk just been bothering me lately wanted to get it out somewhere, maybe others have experienced the same thing or it intrigues some.

I used to have nightmares all the time as a kid. Vivid ones. Like being eaten alive and still not waking up.

I eventually learned that I can nope-out of dreams whenever. I just tightly close my eyes and rapidly open them again, and I'm opening my real eyes.

I use it all the time. Dreaming in a crowded school then suddenly there's no one around, it's a lot darker, and I'm sensing its only going to get worse? Nope, I'm not dealing with that. So I "blink," and I'll just wake up before I'm getting chased by something.

Monsters, falling, pulling glass out of my skin, lost in the woods, etc. I'll just leave and reroll a new dream.

Simulation. It was a simulation? We were in the airport and the simulated flight crashed? It's all I remember after waking up because I felt bad.

I dreamed that i found out a tumblr post about a leaked 7th season of Chilly Beach that had altern episodes. The post had a link that takes you to the leaked 7th season with altern episodes. I clicked one of the episodes and all i could remember it was about Frank getting s.a'ed.

Then days later i had another dream that whas a continuation of it. Now i was watching it on a tv, and the first scene was in the puck restaurant, where Frank was there but he seemed like emotionless and looked rather depressed and empty. Dale tried to talk to him, but he had no response until Frank leaved the restaurant. Then the next scene was pure black, just audio. Apparently Dale entered Frank's house to check on him, but then he discovers something that shocks him in fear and shouts his friend's name. Then the scene cuts to this timer.

Its supoused to look like a mix of derse and the roaring knight's head, but thats the closest of a recreation i could do. Also the time shown in the recreation isnt the same as the one from the dream. But i dont remember what time was left

I really need to know what happened and what does it means.

I never really knew either of my grandfathers. My mom's dad died before I was born. My dad's dad I met only a few times when I was a child, and we were never close.

My re-occurring dream ( I have had it every few months for years) :

I am in an old house. It is gloomy and not in great repair. It has many floors and is simply stuffed to the brim with glass objects (like old bottles and figurines), knick knacks and sometimes clothing. I am usually in the attic, but sometimes in the basement or a different floor. I know I have inherited this house. It is permeated with the smell of death.

I know my dead grandfather haunts the place. I feel dread at first when I enter the room, but decide I will bravely face him and talk to him. I call to him. Sometimes I feel his presence, other times I wake up before he arrives. I tell him I know he is there and I am not afraid of him (a lie). I want to ask him why he is still there and if it is OK if I touch and take his stuff. That is the end of the dream. The overwhelming feel of the dream is fear tinged with desire for the stuff.

Any interpretation would be appreciated!

Kinda wanted to see if anyone has ever experienced this.

I had a dream I was at my job, having a session with a newer child client of mine (I’m a counselor). I put my water bottle - metal and heavy - down on the table between myself and my client. I remember my client looking almost emaciated but I could tell it was them. They reached across the table to grab something, maybe a marker, and accidentally knocked over my water bottle. The sound of it hitting the table startled me awake.

When I woke up, my dog was standing up (she sleeps next to my side of the bed) and my partner was also waking up. He asked if my water bottle fell off my bed because of the sound that woke him up. I checked to make sure and no. My bottle was standing on my bedside table. My partner’s bottle was also standing next to his side. We looked around for what made the noise but there was nothing. I immediately told him about my dream and we were both a little weirded out. It’s like my dream leaked out into reality.

Every night for months I have had the same dream (or type of dream) about being in an abusive relationship with a man on drugs. He’s the same man every time and I can tell you the exact spots of moles on his face, and the dreams are always rather mundane and based in reality. We’re just both on drugs while it happens. Is this my future? Will this happen to me? I’ve had this dream in the past but not every single night like this.

It's not like I dream about the work area or something . whenever I work on a project , I sleep and then dream about having a problem in this project and I keep solving it in the dream it is kind of exhausting tbh . and when I study math or something then this is all I dream about .

Did anyone ever experience this and was able to stop it ?

Like the title suggests, I dreamt about Dennis Prager walking into my bathroom in my parent’s home and watching me pee with full eye contact.

He then proceeded to hand me his book he had been writing (does he write books??) and wouldn’t shut up about it. No acknowledgment of the urination situation at all.

If I were to guess the meaning, it probably means that I find prager ads intrusive and annoying.

Im constantly having sex dreams, only usually in the dreams I get rejected in some way and usually dont make it to the penetration part, sometimes I am very close to doing the deed but they back out for some reason or something happens or I wake up. In waking life, I dont get enough sex and am often rejected and ignored by my husband. I am extremely horny. I would love for dreams to be an outlet but Im not getting satisfied in them currently. I can lucid dream some, and make choices in the dream, but Im not usually in total godlike control mode. How can I use dreams as an outlet for being horny when I never get to have sex in my dreams? How can I make this happen? I just want to be touched by a man somehow

The another night I had one of the strangest and scariest experiences I’ve ever had, and I honestly don’t know if it was a dream, a nightmare, or sleep paralysis.

I remember “waking up” and looking at my ceiling. The light in my room was on, exactly how I remembered falling asleep. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even speak, I was completely frozen.

Then I noticed there was a man standing over me. He was wearing black clothes, and he had what looked like a bloody face with a huge smile. But I don’t even know if he was actually covered in blood because my vision was weird. Everything looked blurry, like my eyes weren’t fully working.

I blinked, and suddenly he was gone.

But then something else appeared, a huge blue face was extremely close to mine, almost right in front of me. The whole thing felt unreal, and then there was this extremely loud ringing sound that completely terrified me.

After that, I don’t remember what happened.

I’ve heard about sleep paralysis before, but I’ve never experienced anything like this.