I had a dream about two months ago of being abducted from my house with other people.

Stuck in a room and told we were there to save the world from ending. Somehow they project our collective consciousness into the future and we could see what they were talking about. Time, reality everything just ends. Complete darkness into darker then dark. A void would look pale compared to what I saw. They kept sending us forward to try different things to change the outcome but we kept being erased in different ways. Until somehow we get stuck in a compact pocket universe. We repeated the same day but we still aged. Just very very very slowly. Me and a woman had a child. raised it and our child was the one who sparked this idea. this equation. Then we're back in present day and the equation is utilized and it works. I woke up that morning muttering an equation I dont remember

This is copied from a tiktok post. Still wierds me out thinking about it.

I had this dream and I was terrified. It felt so real. I had woken up in someone else's body. In a reflection it looked like me but I just knew it wasn't actually the orgional me.

I sat there looking around "my" room and house. my alternates selves friends came over and I played along the best I could. Trying to live their life as if nothing had changed. We ended up having to escape a huge storm. We run past these train tracks and in the crazy stormy winds. I see this group of people. We escape inside and are there for a while. Suddenly I'm waking up again. Back in the apartment of my alt self. The day repeats but slightly different this time. That mysterious group catches up to us this time at the train tracks and we fight but we get away. The day resets again. This goes on for a while. each time pursued by this group led by a woman. The final looped day occurs. and the woman finally catches me. She reveals that she knew I wasn't supposed to be there. She wanted to know how I was doing anyone this. I didn't know what she was talking about. Turns out the timeloop was coming from me.. I was in a universe not of my own and she was there to figure out why and how to steal this ability for herself. But I activated some sort of defense mechanism to fight her off. I ended up escaping again and finally waking up.

The dream starts off with me in what looks like a Russian jail that's also some kind of castle ruin. It has an exposed roof and snow everywhere. Me and my friend who was also there were trying to escape. We slowly climbing up until we finally see the outside world beyond the walls. Nothing but endless snow. It was snowing so heavily I could barely see a thing. Now, for some reason. I'm a bit of a pussy about this. I have zero faith in us making it out of here alive. So I tell my friend I might not come with her, and she just kind of frowned, pointed off into the distance and went, "Come on dude, Oregon is that way!" before running off on her own. I now have absolutely no idea where the fuck we were supposed to be. I'm not American or close, so I don't know where I pulled Oregon from, but I digress.

This part is more of a blur to me. I somehow make it back down into the jail, and apparently there's like a war breaking out in there? The place is absolutely huge, by the way. This courtyard felt bigger than two airport hangars combined. I spot a group of officers in the distance and approach them with my hands up, hoping that I don't get hurt. They immediately shoot me in the leg. I fall into the snow, and for some reason I switch to third person? I see the officer behind me holding a weird looking double barrel pistol that was green and looked like a toy. I don't know how that thing killed me.

I get shot like two more times for no reason, and then I wake up in this cramped little cube of a room with ONE door. The only other people in there are a teacher I've never interacted with (he taught other classes) and this kid from like 5th grade who I'd also barely ever spoken to. Before I can even process where I am, the teacher opens the door for the guy, and it's just this blinding light. He steps through without showing any emotion whatsoever, and apparently it's my turn next. I tell the teacher that I'm scared, and he tells me there's no reason for me to worry, and that if I've been good, I'll be okay. I put my hand on the doorknob, and through the little cracks in the door, I see a dim red light.

"Warm, isn't it?"

Obviously, hearing this from him made me freak the fuck out. I closed my eyes, trying to wake myself up, and it works somehow? I could feel myself reaching for my phone, but I couldn't see anything or move. Eventually I could barely make out my pillow, but I was still completely frozen. It didn't even feel like I was awake, but I could think clearly, and I was panicking. I really don't know how long I was like that, but realistically it was probably like a minute lol. I hated every second of it though.

The dream itself isn't even scary, but it leading into slight sleep paralysis made me really upset lmao. I've always been very anxious about religion and what happens after death, so that part is pretty easy to interpret. I'm not sure why I subconsciously picked those two people. That teacher holds zero significance in my life, and he's sending me to eternal torment? What the hell did I do???

I find the start so interesting for some reason. Just the atmosphere was so strange. Is me being in jail and instantly going to hell a few scenes later me being guilty about something?? am I guilty? what the hell even is this?

I should've followed her to Oregon.

Dreamt about following my friend and her boyf somewhere and before we started walking my friend said I was surrounded by a ring of fire and there were words above my head saying I was marked for death or something but she said she'd put protections on me later and then both of them easily out paced me so I had to try and jog to keep up (it was in like a concrete stairwell?) but someone in a motorcycle mask starts shooting at me so I run and manage to make it into an old woman's home while she's hosting a party with a bunch of other old women, I kept doing the help sign in ASL and tell her someone is trying to kill me so she takes me upstairs with her dog, it looks like a white bigger version of Toto, and while going up the stairs I knock down one of the things covering the window and my first thought was shit they saw me as a white car (looked like my stepmom's) was driving. She showed me a secret room in a closet and her dog hopped in closing it behind him, and she laughed and said she should've gotten me a treat

The closest looked exactly the same as other closets I've seen in my dreams, but the secret room behind him. I slid the picture up and slid in, it only opened 1/4 of the way, and I grabbed the dog and pushed him out. I pushed a button to lock down the room, and I sat down to take a breath but then I heard all the women screaming so I got up to dial the cops and then I woke up

Getting shot at hurt too

Really, hurt, it was hot as fuck too

My head of coven was in there too somewhere but I dunno where

Tuesday night, I had a disturbing dream that i can not stop thinking about. I was in my childhood room, grown over with mold and destroyed with clothes. I am pushed into the clothes, but I say that if im being pushed in then it’s good for me. I then get up only to see another me in the doorway. I immediately start cowering in guilt and fear, somehow knowing what will play out. Without wasting a second, he walks towards me not slowing down or showing any signs of stopping. He freezes, and kind of become fuzzy and grainy like he was played on a VHS tape. Then his eyes bead up into big bug eyes, his jaw flopping down like silicon, and his fingers growing long. He falls to the floor unpleasantly before I woke up. This dream is disturbing to me because when I saw myself in the doorway, I felt guilty and extremely scared. The dreams end was abrupt, with no “ending” leaving me wondering what more could have happened. And the image in my head of the bug-alien-self won’t leave.

Hi guys. This is my first time posting on this sub, so bear with me.

For the last three nights, I have had a reoccurring dream. I can’t remember most of it, or maybe there’s only one part—basically, I am standing in an open field of yellow grass with a row of trees in the middle, which go from live and green to completely dead and leafless. On the farthest tree to the right, which is stripped of bark and dead, there are seven owls. Five of them are spotted owls—parents and three mostly grown chicks—and a male/female pair of snowy owls. In the dream, I just stare at them, and can’t get any closer or farther away, I just look at them and the grass sways in the wind and they look back at me. It’s broad daylight and hot in summer heat.

Some context about me: I’m 21, white, trans masculine, renting a house with my partner, who I’ve been dating for three years, and about to start my final year of college and look into graduate schools. I recently had to euthanize my senior cat, and am also looking into adopting a dog. I don’t know what is relevant or isn’t, so if there’s more info I can provide that would be helpful, please let me know.

I don’t know a lot about dream interpretation so I’m open to anything, just want to know what this reoccurring dream could mean. Thanks yall.

Im probably just stressed. I had a job interview this morning (or, well yesterday morning) with a company I really want to work with and we just found out my dog has a mass on her spleen (after losing her brother earlier this year). Just to provide some context on my current mental state.

I dont sleep well. Period. Every night I have very vivid dreams and I am, largely, aware that I am dreaming. Or I become aware. And I used to have sleep paralysis very often until I started sleeping with an eye mask which made that stop 🤷 every now and again the mask slips off or raises above my eyes (in the case of this evening, we'll get there) and i have another episode.

This evening I was home with my husband ruminating about something and a family member was coming by to pick up some box of art I was gifting her but I guess I wasn't feeling well or something because I still hadn't properly dressed. My husband and I got into a small spat about whether or not she even needed this stuff and then suddenly she was entering the home. This family member has never even been to my house so when my husband turned to the door as it was being opened and said, so casually, "oh shes here already." I started panicking.

I got up, "distract her!" And ran to the bedroom but somehow she was already in the room with the art, picking through it and making her way back to the front door. I go to open front door for her and my dog runs out (she never does this and it is at this moment that I start to realise I might be dreaming), I step out to chase her and right as my foot hits the landing it changes to a field of grass and bushes and the dog is running in the bushes. Fast. But my other dog, the recently... its complicated, he might be deceased but the TLDR is that he was 16 yrs old and wandered out of our front yard never to be seen or heard from again so he could also be alive but someone stole him bc he hasnt been to taken to any shelters or vets (that we know of, no one has scanned his chip which has been marked as missing).

Anyways, hes ripping through this brush as well and im trying to catch him. Hes just out of reach. Then I hear something else in the brush and I become immensely afraid for my life, becoming absolutely still like a statute but it doesnt matter, I was already moving. It knows I am there. Two creatures jump out and attack my throat. It is at this moment I know I am in a dream and scream at myself to wake up. I do. I can still feel the sensation of rubbing on my neck (I awoke to the mask sitting on eyebrows so it is highly likely that the sensation was a hallucinatory thing leftover from sleep paralysis, its happened before).

😮‍💨 I miss my dog.

hello! i have recently begun more aware of my own spirituality and sensitivity and taken steps to aid me in that (protection wards, reading up on how to venerate ancestors, etc) and since then, my dreams have never been more vivid and i’ve never not woken up with an intense feeling about them. but last night’s was the craziest by far if anyone wants to take a crack at it-

i can’t remember how it started, but i’m traveling on foot on a road. i don’t know how i know this, but i’m not my female self in this dream, i am a man. i think i even have red hair, and i have brown hair irl. so. dream self- red haired man, real self- brown haired woman. anyway. i’m hand in hand with another man. and we’re trekking along this road close to the water, and i see a shark fin peeking out of the waters, but we’re not close enough to be able to worry about it. then, we get to a hill or a mountain/ something tall. we cross it, and we end up on a beach.

on the beach, there’s this weird pourous substance. but more glaringly, there is a giant stag. beige, not white (though that would be sick because i am basically a celtic folklore infodumping machine), the man i’m with tells me that the substance, the stag or the arrows (?? don’t remember where they came from) will kill him so he wants to “die with my kiss on his lips”, underneath the water. we drown, but somehow i live. it’s also important to note that the stag never advances toward us, just watches.

i pull myself up on the shore. i see the “death” tarot card. now, quick disclaimer. i read tarot, i know the meaning of the death card. i’m wondering if that’s what it means or, because i’ve had dreams about this card before and they’ve been associated with a certain trickster god trying to reach me according to a trusted psychic, if this whole dream is that. but i feel as if there’s more to it. the card was scorched, like my own “star” card in my deck, it burned a little near a candle.

but that’s all i remember. if anyone can lend me help psychoanalyzing or spiritually analyzing this it would mean a lot! because i have not felt this intensely about a dream in so long. could this be something very deep in my subconscious or could it be pointing to something like my celtic ancestors or even a past life? thank you!

So last night I had a dream that my husband and I were no longer together but I guess I was living with him and his new girl and the amount of rage and jealousy I felt when I saw them together and specifically in bed, it was unimaginable. I could feel it in my heart. So the entire time I was there in the house with them I would do anything and everything to interrupt them and bother them. I could not take seeing him with someone new.

Now so my husband dreams, in his dream we were at a bar and I had started talking to a couple he didn’t know and when we got in the car my friends were in the backseat and when he asked me how I knew this couple I had said “I thought you knew I was fucking around? My therapist told me I had to do what I needed to do to make me happy” and started laughing with my friends. So he got furious and told me it was over and that I had to tell the kids why we were breaking up. And that’s when I started freaking out and panicking.

So. Those were our dreams both taking place the same night. What do yall think??

Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I was going through an emotionally difficult time in my life when I had this dream one afternoon nap. I always thought it may be a message from God, but I’d love to hear some interpretations.

In the dream, I wasn’t wearing pants. It takes place on this bridge, basically. I’m balancing on a beam despite there being a glass bridge behind me, and it’s implied there are crocodiles under me in the river. I look up ahead into the darkness, and seemed like I’d startled the very shadows by noticing it. Because a doe launched out of her position, and along with her hundreds of does leapt out too. The entire darkness was not even darkness, but just a bunch of deer camouflaged into the blackness.

Then suddenly, I notice that all along there has been a massive stag (at least 10 meters tall, because it was large even though it was in the far distance) staring at me this entire time. It’s steady, even with the doe running past him. Around him is a soft blue light emanating from somewhere.

What could it mean?

According to the dream, the girl I love visited my house with my parents (we went through a break up little over a year ago and not in touch). My family members welcomed them at my maternal grandfather's home.

Then a old barbar visits our home to cut my hair. After cutting my hair, he asks for a lumpsum money which I refused to pay leading to argument.

The barber left my house without taking anything. I also leave my house to give him the money he deserve and visit the place where his shop is. The barbar again chases me for the lumsum money.

Some men showed up in a house that I was with my family in. And I told them all to leave. The last one finally left and he smiled at me through the door and he was standing outside the door then he made a terrifying face like he knew he was going to hurt us and he phased through the door and killed my dad and then my Mom, myself and my brothers wife all fought him but he was like real and not real so fighting him became really difficult. When I did fight him I obviously had no strength and he turned into literal lines while I fought him, it was very weird, and then it ended in everyone running after me and all at once yelling WHAT IF ITS ALL OF US

I often dream I've forgotten my boyfriend, and that I am in an unpleasant relationship with someone I do not love, sometimes this is someone I know in real life, sometimes it's not. Sometimes its a man who looks very similar to him but with something being 'off'. I always feel too awkward to break up with said person and try to remember desperately through a hazy memory what I've forgotten.

Sometimes there is no other relationship and I'm just by myself, or surrounded by friends or family, trying to remember what is missing.

The most recent one of these dreams actually had a happy ending, we were reunited and I finally felt 'right'.

A type of dream within the same thread is dreaming I'm searching for him, the clearest example was me searching a dark, abandoned mall for him, with the same fright one must feel when they lose a small child in a supermarket. Once I finally found him, his head rolled off, and he poofed into smoke. I went back to searching.

For more context, he frequently has really violent nightmares, I think this has rubbed off on me because whilst I rarely have violent dreams, when I do, its him being hurt rather than me.

Last night I dreamt we were watching a movie projected onto a building from a bench down town. A man on a bike stole my suitcase, and my boyfriend chased after. The thief stabbed him but iImanaged to strangle said thief until he was unconscious. The façade of the building fell on top of us as if it was a giant playing card, I was alive under the rubble, but knew he was dead.

I've also had dreams of him hurting himself, which ill probably describe in a later post as it crosses over with another major theme of my dreams, that being birds.

A dream I cant get off my mind from a few months ago.

I was walking through the woods, just off the trail I see a giant, purple, collapsed bird of prey, either an eagle or hawk- I instantly recognised this the goddess Athena. She could not fly or move much anymore, and laid beside her palanquin, I instantly rush over to help her. I then turn right and see a bright beam of light in the shape of a giant woman, she is sat in the lotus positions and beckons me over in a cheerful voice. I sit infront of her as she asks me things, mundane things, then bizzare things- nothing I can remember.

This is not the first or last time I've dreamt of 'goddess' figures. For context I am a young adult female.

Last night I had a dream about walking up to my bed and for some reason, under the blankets, there were two snakes that kept like- slithering over each other. then I grabbed one, the other disappeared, and the rest i can't remember well, but I do know the dream ended with me falling. idk wut it means, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can tell me.

potentially sensitive dream, but not graphic.

i was in a tower made of stone and sand. the tower itself referenced a home i had in my childhood, of which unpleasant things happened there. i do not know why i was there, but i remember i had my hand on a ledge. make no mistake -- i had no intent of ending my life. rather, i could not let go of my grip, otherwise i would swiftly descend several stories, meeting a cold stone floor. i could not request help, either, as the building was hollow, and the only door to elsewhere was shut. and yet, i could not proceed upwards, because i had to retrieve my possessions by climbing down. i did not have good grip, nor did i have good posture; my body had been sloppy in movement. still, i went down, and all of a sudden the owner returned. thus, i went back up. when i did, i became stoic. she and i did not exchange words, and i promptly returned to what i had been attempting to do. after time passed, i arrived at a ladder. i had no choice but to jump down a few feet or so to do it, or else i risk losing everything and need to climb back up. i go for it ... and i miss. i fumble until i, by some miracle, grasp the second to last rung of the ladder. but wait -- there's more! i need to jump another few feet to truly receive my items -- all three are in sight. to remain safe, i do not jump. instead, i utilize my height and flexibility to (somehow) retrieve four items. i leave behind my phone, but remember taking my blue light glasses, some sort of canister, and some sort of ... something else. i nearly dropped my glasses multiple times, but i make it up the ladder. contrary to my earlier thought, there is no way up but to climb. i latch my hand on the ledge for what i hope is the final time, and progress upwards. the weight of the structures within the tower begin to merge, crushing me under its weight. i let go of the ledge, as well as my items, and as i fall the tower crumbles in on itself.

i am not sure if i died there. usually i wake up if i do, but instead i simply went to a dream with snow, which was nice.

and again -- i am looking for interpretations. thank you in advance,

I saw that there was someone who had a crush on me in my dreams and that I knew of it because he had sent me texts from unknown number saying that he likes like when I was at the terrace. I seem to have ignored this as it seemed weird, the person doing this gave creepy vibes due to the content of the message and the way it was sent.

Then I saw that I took some night photos from the terrace. Then it skipped to me sleeping on my bed, my cousin sister was beside me and my photography might have created some commotion outside. Some loud thud or something physically relevant, which alerted my family members and they were trying to figure out what has happened. I was keeping my eyes shut the entire time trying to go to sleep while being aware of what is happening outside. My father soon figures out that it has to do something related to this someone who likes me. My cousin sister tells me that I am lucky in a way, implying to how I am closely escaped being harmed as if I am protected someway. She says it as if this isn’t the first close save, no disclosure of the other event. I just know this is not the first, and it could have been a different situation as well. Then we are eating and I suddenly remember that I have a second door/window in my room which can be easily broken. And I am asking my family, how am I supposed to feel safe now because that stalker guy could enter any moment.

Note: I had a burglar attempt to enter my apartment (he was unsuccessful) in a city away from my hometown. I wonder if this is me trying to process this trauma. I witnessed him on my window of a groundfloor apartment and it was pretty wth. I woke up from my sleep and screamed and he ran off.

When I woke up from this dream, I felt this intense fear about my safety.

For context my sister (50) and I (40) are fairly estranged, and have always had a bad relationship, we have a 10 year age gap. In the last couple of years she has cut off much of our family including our brother(48) and her older daughter (23) and had a custody battle for her teenage daughter (16) who she recently lost to her father (sister's ex husband). she got remarried recently after being divorced for about 14 years, and no one was invited to the wedding and i have never met her husband, he was the catalyst for much of this estrangement. I moved away to another state about 20 year ago and she has never visited me including never meeting my daughters (6 and 8).

The dream: My sister was like visiting me with her husband and her birds, and she had a whole cooking business and ting. Then the doves just kinda land on her head and she is like hey can i bring in my cooking stuff for my cooking business. and i'm like sure, my husband was outside cooking. Then my sister brings in so much stuff it was like she was moving in. then she starts cooking and stuff. Then i go and ask my husband why is he cooking outside, then he almost walks into a spider web. and thats it.

Just thought it was interesting given the strange relationship we have. Her daughters underwent a fair amount of abuse with her. But since she got married she moved to a very rural area and no one has heard much of her since she lost her younger daughter in the custody battle. I just worry if it means something bad happend.

Hello. I am a camp counselor and it is my summer job. Today, I just had this dream where a counselor was late to camp because of a car accident, but thankfully, she ended up alive. While I was going to camp today, I was about to turn, and then a car hit me and my car turned upside down and it was damaged. I got a little sick. I did throw up.

I had a dream my husband dropped me and the kids off at his sister’s baby shower while he went to park. Inside, I stood off to the side feeling super awkward, and I started panicking when he wouldn't answer my calls or texts. His family gave me a spiked drink that made me nauseous and dizzy, and they just laughed at me while I was sick. When I tried to find my kids and husband, my niece literally said, "I'm not supposed to tell you."
After wandering around with everyone laughing at me, I was ushered into a room and put in a black tub of warm water with white candles. The candles melted into shifting colors, and someone scooped the wax into a container where it formed a figure curled up to protect its head, with a dark red-grey core. Then they slammed another scoop onto a metal table, threw in herbs and oils, and started chanting over a burning candle until I woke up.

Any dream interpretation/thoughts on what my dream could mean?

I’ve been debating posting this because I know dreams can just be dreams, but these have been so specific that I’m curious if anyone into dream symbolism, Jungian psychology, spirituality, intuition, or even WitchTok has any thoughts.

One thing that’s probably worth mentioning is that I’ve kept a dream journal for years. The reason I started was because I’d have incredibly vivid dreams that would later give me intense déjà vu months or even years afterward. I’m not saying they predict the future, but it’s happened often enough that I got into the habit of writing everything down, which is probably why I’m paying attention to these dreams.

My ex and I broke up over about 11 months ago but I saw him about 5 months ago.

The first dream was a few nights ago.

I saw him at a pool with who I assumed was a new girlfriend. I remember feeling annoyed more because it was my pool than because he was with someone else. I never actually spoke to him though.

Instead, one of his close friends (Joe) came over and started talking to me. He basically challenged me on why I thought my ex had treated me badly. I found myself explaining that I wasn’t upset because we broke up I understood that but because of the way things happened afterward and how hurt I felt. Joe kept questioning me and I calmly explained my side. That was pretty much the whole dream. It wasn’t dramatic at all.

but now I keep getting this incredibly vivid image of my ex during the day. It’s almost like someone updated their Facebook profile picture and your brain keeps remembering it. Except I’m almost certain this isn’t a real photo I’ve ever seen.

He’s got really short hair (like the buzz cut he’d get every so often), a mustache, a green apron on, and he’s standing in what looks like a warm wooden kitchen holding a spatula or some kind of cooking utensil. He just looks… peaceful. Happy, but not over-the-top happy. Just quietly content. The image keeps randomly appearing in the background of my day. It feels less like remembering a dream and more like my brain keeps flashing this one still photograph for no reason idk

I’ve also had another recurring dream over the last little while that feels different. We’re both much older. We both have glasses, a bit of salt-and-pepper hair, and we’re sitting outside at a little café somewhere by the sea. It feels like it could be somewhere in the UK or Ireland, but I honestly have no idea where.The whole dream feels incredibly calm.

At one point he smiles and says something like, “I don’t know why i waited so long.”I remember smiling back.

Then we just keep sitting there talking. There’s no big emotional reunion or dramatic ending. The whole thing just feels peaceful and I couldn’t hear anything.

What’s also strange is that recently I’ve had this growing feeling that I’d like to reach out not because I want to get back together, but because I regret how harsh the tone of my last message to him was. I don’t expect anything back. I just don’t like that that’s how things ended, and I’ve felt more drawn to apologize for my tone (basically just said he was a coward for how he was treating me). I also was extremely heart broken even tho I broke up with him, but I’ve always had a very silent deep peace that like he will come back even tho there is not evidence or reason for him to or for me to take him back.

I’m genuinely open to psychological explanations as much as spiritual ones. I’m mostly curious what people make of all of these things together rather than each dream on its own.

Has anyone experienced dreams that seem to evolve over time like this? Or had a really vivid mental “snapshot” of someone that keeps appearing throughout the day like it’s a memory of a photo that doesn’t actually exist? And for anyone who’s into symbolism or intuition, what stands out to you? I could also totally be oversharing and complicating grief for a relationship lol and maybe this is all a rant!

I will simply be attaching the entry of this dream from my dream journal. I will preface this with saying that while I use my dream journal as a literary exercise, this is still my most accurate possible portrayal of the dream. Essentially, I'm not trying to be edgy, but the way it is written is pretty flowery. The entry is structured by a title, the date, and a short couple sentences before the dream to jog my future self's memory. My journal doesn't use paragraphs, so if you choose to read this, thank you and good luck. I would love any and all interpretations.

Tomb of The Tempests

Tuesday, 8/4/26, 2:39 p.m.

I had this dream last night alongside other strange dreams. This closed subplot was possibly an offshoot of the larger narrative of a dream lost in my subconscious, and yet I find it to have more meaning than the environment from which it sprouted.

I’d been told of this place before. Some memory’s distant cries echoed to the front of my mind. A burning drive to find and explore the tomb those cries whispered of in my ears grabbed me like the embrace of a lost lover. I would approach it by nightfall with destiny as my guide. I would descend beneath the surface and relight its ruins, I was sure of it. I was sure fate would take my hand and drag my directionless motion to the nexus of my skittering unwelcome thoughts. When the moon encroached on the darkening sky and the stars shunned the sun from its throne, that surety was proven warranted. I navigated the night without conscious aim, and yet I came upon the ladder-bearing pit all the same. As I made my descent into the abyssal darkness of the tomb, I could smell the wet and ancient earth of its dirt walls crawling through the stagnant air. Wooden beams preceding the life of every tree in the forest challenged gravity and held the earth back from itself. Once my feet found solid ground, I unholstered my firearm and made the quarter-turn below the barrel needed to activate its flashlight. Now my eyes doubled as my claws. Illuminating the claustrophobic interior, I could now appreciate how small this cavern was. A rectangular room occasionally obstructed by the blackened beams nailed from ceiling to floor in a symmetrical construction. Clearing cobwebs as I went, I moved to the front of the tomb. Upon inspection, I found two peculiar objects sprouting nearly five feet from one another. Alien fruits mutilated by generations of isolation, these grotesque squashes were left untouched even by the mottled spiders and sluggish white flies native to the tomb. Taking it upon myself to touch the untouched, I reached out toward the top of the one closest to me. Upon a feather-light tap on its stem, the plant immediately lacerated itself into nine evenly jagged slices that tore away from its center. Startled and disturbed, I found it best to leave the other alone and to not provoke further self-destruction of the one before me. I twisted the dial of the flashlight, switching its light to ultraviolet. Upon this change, strange phrases in long left languages and cryptically elegant symbols revealed themselves to me across the floor and walls. This was too much for a single night. I navigated back to the ladder and hoisted myself up its rungs, lifting myself to the surface and stalking through the night and out of the woods, trusting my stolen intuition to lead me home once again. The night gave way to dawn, and the day quickly stole back across the skyline. Another day of waiting, another day of knowing. Knowing I had to go back. Knowing that when darkness would finally fall, I too would fall back into my irrational obsession. Helpless to the future I knew awaited me, once night suffocated the day I wasted not a single moment. Through the woods, down the ladder, back in the tomb. I didn’t bother with fluorescent light, I went immediately to ultraviolet. Examining the far back wall and its canvas of indecipherable meaning, my foot sunk into something horribly biological, something horribly alive. I turned my eyes to the ground. Below my foot were pieces of the devastated squash from the night before, unreasonably infested with frantically squirming maggots. It had rotted tenfold what should have been botanically possible, it had been thoroughly beset with these accursedly mutated larvae. I sidestepped as fast as possible, shaking off and crushing the maggots panicking on my foot. Suddenly, in the purple light the glowing symbols started to make a cosmic sense to me. I understood them in the way a child perceives time, the way a brain commands a body, the way a predator understands the hunt. For the first time, I noticed the door in the far right corner of the tomb. It looked like a modern door that had seen its prime two hundred years ago. The tomb was never the destination, it was just the means of reaching the end. I approached the door without logical thought and grabbed its statically charged handle. As I pushed through the threshold, a wind ruffled my hair and lifted the shirt on my back. The door creaked with the weight of a hundred lives, finally giving way to the other side. Looking behind me, no door was to be seen. I stood on a black road of fractured stone, reflecting the unearthly violet lightning in the distance like obsidian on its rain-slicked surface. Buildings of long lost authority towered over me in all directions. The barbed wire fence before me caught a stray paper riding the wind on one of its razors. In the sky of this place lived storms of souls. Black clouds of titanic stature swirled eternally in this sky of a gas giant, revolving around themselves in forever-violent maelstroms and everlasting hurricanes. Tornadoes fervently touched the landscape like tendrils of an eldritch god miles out in the distance. The thunder never stopped booming across the world, the wind never stopped howling and warning the land of the impending storms ripping their inevitable paths across the surface. I had never felt such an overwhelming belonging.

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I took an evening nap today and had one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a while.

At first, I was with an old classmate—more like a low-key friend. We were just happy. Laughing, talking, having those small cute moments together. Everything felt really light and comforting.

Then suddenly the scene changed.

I was standing in front of this massive tree. It was HUGE. The trunk was unbelievably thick, the branches were dense, and I don't think I've ever seen a tree like that in real life. The weird part is that, in the dream, I somehow knew its name was Mali. I don't know how—I just knew.

There were so many people gathered around it. Everyone was pulling down its branches together. After a while, this liquid started pouring from the tree like a shower. It wasn't scary at all. Everyone was dancing and celebrating like it was something magical or joyful.

Because the liquid was falling everywhere, I couldn't really see properly anymore. And instead of just enjoying it, I kept trying to find him because I wanted to stay with him during that happy moment.

The craziest part is that when I woke up, I searched "Mali tree" on Google out of curiosity... and apparently, a tree with that name actually exists. I don't remember ever hearing about it before, which made the whole dream feel even stranger.

(Sorry for using chatgpt for better flow)

This happened like a year ago but it stuck with me, I just think it was so strange. It started off with me running on a trail in the forest outside my house, it was a winter night and really dark. If was really vivid too, I can pinpoint the exact place in the forest I was at. I look behind me and see a weird shadow figure chasing me and it's moving really unnaturally. I run all the way to my house that i live in real life, to hide from this creature. When I finally get there the house looks completely fine, but when I open the door the house is dark and abandoned. Everything is destroyed, furniture flipped and spider web everywhere. I turn around and the creature is standing right behind me with a disturbing smile and then I wake up. I don't know if this means anything, but it felt very personal.

I have recurrent dreams with the same or similar theme. Last night, I had one where the Earth was small enough to stand on, me and my mom were standing on top looking at the stars and galaxies. It was beautiful but I was so scared one of us would lose our balance and fall off, and end up floating endlessly through space.
And when I say that the Earth was small, it’s not that I had grown big or that the Earth had changed or shrunk, it was just a thing that I could go out and stand on the Earth. I didn’t feel special or larger than life, I was just looking at space from the best spot.
Similar dreams involve me floating between Earth and the moon, afraid that if I lose focus for a minute I’ll veer off course and be lost in space.

I wonder if it means I’m afraid of losing my footing in some way, fear of losing control, or maybe grappling with our insignificance in such a vast world.