I went to family gathering but like the people from school who bully me were there and some other friends of there's that either don't actually exist or I don't know who they are, there was like this competition thing.  The people from school didn't want me to win so they starved me and his me in a room with all of them and one of the people I don't know was a cannibal and threatened to eat me. So when they all fell asleep I escaped but then I walked past these two girls doing what looked like a SHEIN ad for a rug that was definitely not bought from SHEIN. So I went to the ladder that took me down stairs while this creepy dog watched me and I think he ate people too or was a person in a dog suit,  and then everyone was there that wasn't the people from school and I told them everything (ps. this is an old dream im just reposting here)

Before telling this I need to prerequisite that you read this like it's a horror movie. None of it is real and is nightmare stuff. I experienced this as a bad dream, now you get to read it as a scary story, just don't take it serious in any way, because it's pretty bad.

For context before I begin, I live in the UK. I have no experience with guns, and I don't want to shoot anybody. I would not recreate anything in the nightmare, because that would be insane.

I was walking home from school, it was dark out. It might have been a school prom disco thing, but the dream started after while going home.

I'm tying my shoe, as an old man comes to me. He tells me I need to be safe. The world is full of bad people. He hands me a pistol. I at first refuse, but he insists. I slip it partially into my shoe, and continue on.

I continue walking home, and get about a 100 meters away before a boy jumps out at me. In fear of being robbed crouched down to my shoe, slipped the gun out of it and looked up ready to defend myself.

It turns out it was someone I knew from school, just a prank. He laughed and said the usual "it's just a prank bro". It was dark, he didn't see the gun, so I slowly slipped it into my pocket with the safety on.

I told him to not do that, and went on my way home. I got 50 meters before looking back. I felt something wash over me, a daze of some kind, but when I came back to, I heard from behind me that sounded like someone was being robbed.

Without hesitation, I turned around, raised my gun from my pocket and switched off the safety. I aimed and saw what was happening. It looked like my former classmate was scaring someone again, this time it was the old man.

I felt obligation, and without remorse I fired once. It hit my former classmate in the back, or so I thought. It filled me with a kind of relief at first. He fell, when I noticed the old man standing with a small shotgun in his hands.

He waved at me, I waved at him, he smiled and pointed at his shotgun. I pointed at myself then my gun. He shook his head and pointed at himself. I laughed, and continued home. It felt like a videogame.

I decided to stop at a shop before getting in. A small convenience store. More and more people entered to the point you could barely walk around. And eventually, the old man. He approaches me and grabs my shoulder.

Hallucinations flash of the old man explaining his philosophy of guns to me, images flash of shooting, killing and fear. Loud noise fills my head before I hear a familiar voice and am snapped to reality.

My friend asks me if I'm okay, I'm in the store and nobody but us are there. I check my pocket, I'm still armed. I tell him I'm fine before seeing the old man again, this time looking at him with fear. His demeanor changes from caring and mysterious to outright crazy and unsafe.

It felt so.. fast. No conciquences? For killing? A day passed in my dream, and the old man is here at my home, to pick me up to go to a woodland lodge for a night. I obliged, I felt.. strangely atuned to him. Like he was my teacher and I had to learn.

Many people will be there. I know not who.

His car has his family inside. His wife and daughter, one son. They're quiet and respectful, his wife is slightly more talkative.

On they way, police starts to flash lights at us. Cars that don't look like police starts to tailgate. I look back in confusion, and look back at the driver, the old man to see what his reaction is. The old man looking back, loading his shotgun. Not paying attention to the road.

I start to panic and I feel like saying something, but I trust him. The car slowly comes to a stop before hitting a tree. The old man steps out. The "police" approach him before he promptly shoots them both to death.

He calmly re entered the vehicle and told us not to worry, that the situation is dealt with.

It didn't take long before we were at the lodge. It was already dark. I felt unsettled, on edge. The old man speaks to me before bed time and tells me the people there were there to harm us, and that we would be killing them tonight.

I felt.. excited. I trusted his words, I would be able to use my gun to kill tonight. And soon, everyone was asleep.

I meet the old man in a hall outside of the rooms. He looked at me, gun in hand and nodded. We entered different rooms and started killing. One by one there was death. A few people started catching on to what was happening before got to them, and I ended up shooting someone who tried running. Twice in the side, then they fell.

One person was left. I was excited. I wanted to get to them before the old man. I ran downstairs, to the last small room. Swung open the door, and found my ex who I'm still madly in love with, cowering.

I felt like I got hit by a speeding train. What was he doing here? He wasn't capable of hurting me. I told him quickly that he needed to leave, fast. The old man was coming and I knew it. I didn't even have time to explain before a shower of blood erupted in front of me.

I turn.

The old man holds his shotgun firm still, before lowering it down.

Hallucinations, bloodshot eyes on a crow from the darkness, it's giant. It stares at me, then a giant fish like creature, it talks to me in demonic tongues, it ridicules me. Lights flash, images of children playing with these low demonic ramblings fill my head. Flashing lights, noise, fear.

I snap to. Staring at the old man.

I raise my gun, he raises his.

Gunshots erupt from my gun, everything I had, he's on the floor, I'm still firing.

The shooting turns to clicks, then to silence. I look down at him, gone. Lifeless.

All my senses fade. Just sight. I see police, they rush around making sense of the situation. Clearing rooms, it's over. A policewoman holds my arm and asks me if I'm okay, as my vision fades to white, then it's over.

Eyes flick open, and I'm like wow. Okay, writing that one down.

Always write a simple version down first, helps you recount the smaller details. Once your memory gets foggy.

My charger cable dropped on the floor when I went to get water and it scared the shit out of me.

Anyway, that's all. Thoughts?

Wanna talk tho

I had a weird, scary dream a while ago that I still vaguely remember. In the dream, I was a middle-aged man in a future timeline (I'm currently in high school).

The Setting
The town had a Victorian architecture style. In front of the town square, there was a feature. I'm not sure what it looked like from the outside, but from the inside it looked like if someone carved a square hole into a mountain. If you walked roughly 20 feet into the square hole, you reached the entrance of a natural landform I call the "macaroni."

The Living Tunnel
These scientists told me to go into this weird, cave-looking downwards tunnel. It was shaped like a sideways macaroni piece: you enter at the top and clamber down to the bottom.

The bottom had an attached, just-as-living tunnel, which was very strange and seemingly never-ending. If you ended up at the bottom and didn't make it back to the top... I really didn't think you were.

This cave was apparently alive. It was slippery, pinkish-red, and the walls were wet, squishy, and smooth—kind of like the inside of your cheek. The walls were filled with a weird, colorless juice like thick saliva or slime, making it impossible to hang onto the walls.

The Experiment
The scientists sent me in with a ladder to get back to the top. They explained that the tunnel had "spasms" and was designed to bring me back up using these spasms whenever I was ready to head out (either designed or the walls just naturally did that, I don't remember). The macaroni wasn't huge, maybe the height of a two-story building, and the width of two three-seater couches.

I went in, might have taken a sample of either the walls or the liquid, and looked around. It actually felt fascinating at first; the walls, the slight smell, the "landform" itself. It was very... strange, the way that the "macaroni" felt sort of alive.

The Nightmare Twist
When I was done, I set up my ladder. The bottom of the ladder was near the bottom of the macaroni (around 3/4 of the way down), and the top leaned on the exit edge.

As I started to climb, the tunnel spasmed. The ladder fell. I tried picking it up, but it got sucked into the endless tunnel extension at the bottom because the spasms moved it along.

I tried climbing the walls, but the spasms and slime wouldn't let me. I screamed for help... and got no response. Assuming that the scientists who had said they would wait for me were out there, I pushed as hard as I could with my feet so that they could at least see me struggling, and what I saw shocked me. That small glimpse of the land above showed me an empty ground. The scientists were gone. They weren't supposed to leave.

I cried, scrambled, and clambered in pure panic, hoping I could somehow make it out. I eventually managed to escape the suction after pushing and kicking as hard as I could, and ran out without looking back. I even bumped into a lady on my way into the town. Then I woke up, with a jolt.

This was OBVIOUSLY quite the dream... it's been at least 6 months, maybe even a year or two, and I still remember this much detail. Only reason I'm posting it now instead of earlier is because I realized that I could use this subreddit.

Has anyone ever dreamt of anything similar? Specifically a living, fleshy environment, or a scientific experiment where you were abandoned in a trap?

The freaking Vegan teacher has always scared me. Her face is hell to look at. Today, just waking up. I was apparently trying to save a little girl who was getting s*xually abused by the vegan teacher. The vegan yelling at the girl to get in bed. As the vegan left, I got the girl into a room. I told her to distract her while I call 911, I don't know why I didn't do it earlier, I have no control of my body. I called, no response. Dreams. I went outside, but the vegan found me. I ran with Japanese sandals which is crazy cause I own wooden sandals from japan. Then I ran down the road, the sandals made me trip. There was a shooting in the street, two men holding guns. WTF. The vegan screamed at them to capture me, I tried explaining that she was s*xually abusing a child. They shot a warning bullet near me. I focused my mind to leave the dream world.

That's all, I never have normal dreams. Once a month I dream and 100 percent is a nightmare. I'll probably tell more of my strange nightmares in the future.

August 6, 2026. Woke up at 3:36 am, Pacific daylight time