This post was inspired by a dream misadventure I had last night where I was just minding my own business getting gophers out of the rice field, then suddenly on the intercom/announcements (which I did not expect to have in my dream, since I was outside, not in a building), a voice said “attention, this is a representative of the fediverse speaking… going into effect today, dreamland itself, err, everyone’s dreams, are now a part of the fediverse; that is all, happy floating on cloud nine” and then suddenly a bunch of Stalingrad ninjas popped out of nowhere and ambushed me (yeah, how would you react if that’s the case). So I guess I’m not even safe from everyone in my sleep.
This has been a recurring one, but it’s slowly changed as time has passed.
I’m on an endless stretch of road, sometimes walking, sometimes driving. On either side is just an endless ocean of grass. Sometimes I can catch sight of what looks like an old campfire out of the corner of my eye, but I can never look back far enough to really see.
For a long time, it was always this drive to keep moving. Never stop. Something is behind me, and I need distance. Nothing else matters. I couldn’t even look back if I tried.
Over the last year, that feeling of being chased has went away. I don’t wake up panicking. Now, there’s a feeling of destination, and that I’m getting… Somewhere. I genuinely don’t know. But it feels closer. And now, when I try, I can look behind myself somewhat. Not fully, but enough to see that there’s at least more road immediately behind me.
It’s become kinda hopeful. Not trying to read any grand importance into it, don’t think it’s prophetic, but it started to shift as I started taking better care of myself. Makes me kinda wonder if it isn’t some fucked up part of my brain going “Hey, we’re getting better”.
That’s a very nice progression! I think it’s hard to say with dreams. Sometimes I wake up and was very obviously dreaming about something that was getting to me in real life, or something good that I aspire for in real life, and I can very easily see the path my brain took to want to show me that.
Then sometimes it shows me some insane bullshit that makes no surface sense at all, so it’s hard to say. I think you could relatively safely read something into that, especially if it’s ringing true for how you feel.
I was on leave during WWIII and trying to.get to my brother who was wounded…found out he was in Hong Kong at a baseball game
Welp, I just read what’s last in my dream log, and it’s probably not something to be shared.
Just another fucked up dream.
Do you think that practicing remembering your dreams helps you remember more of them?
I almost never remember my dreams – the other night, one had something to do with half-n-half, but I haven’t remembered any for weeks. My current thought is just that they’re just really boring.
In my case it actually does. Recently I stopped journaling my dreams and I can’t remember having dream for a while.
Nope. The last one I remembered is from 2024-03-20
I’m late but I want to get it down because I just woke up: I was giving relationship advice to Martha Stewart in a midriff top in the living room of my grandma’s old house, on a couch I’ve never owned. She was very insecure and seemed to be tired of the rich type guys. That is all.
I can’t recall the last dream I had, it’s been years since I’ve either had a dream or had a dream I could remember. Supposedly everybody has dreams, but I can’t ever recall them and I used to recall them pretty vividly.
Same boat.
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I can’t remember the last one I actually had, but one I recently had and remember…
I’m in a band in real life, and in this dream, we had a show coming up in a week or so, when I look on the news to discover that our rhythm guitarist got into a fistfight in a fast food restaurant and got arrested for a year, and I was fucking piiiiissed, very glad to wake up from that one.
I dreamt I was in a building with my mother and siblings, and we saw a statue of Hephaestus, then my mother took my youngest sibling to the toilets, and then went through the eating area to see Hephaestus. I followed her, and when we got to the counter, we asked a worker to see Hephaestus, and he laughed at us, since Hephaestus doesn’t exist. Then I said that it wouldn’t be irrational for him to exist, as I was dreaming, which the waiter agreed to. Then we had some chips, and I ate all the chips because I was the only real person there, everyone else were figments of my imagination and wouldn’t derive any benefit from them.
Damn I wanna see Hephaestus in a dream!
I see artificial telepathy has turned out well.
My most recent dream had me hanging out with an old BF at school. We were studying for a test when we got up to hear the announcements which were all mumbled because the speakers were broken. I whacked it with a broom to get the dust out and a car key fell out. I was curious, so we went to the parking lot to use it to see what vehicle it belonged to. We then went to the vehicle that lit up only to learn it was a time machine, so we used it to go back in time to what the time machine said were “previous dreams” to change the “dreamtime continuum”. The dream ended as I ran up to twelve-year-old me and yelled “don’t go down that slide onto the noodle, you’ll die” and past me said “hey look, you’re fading”.
Wondering now if there’s some kind of machine somewhere that connects all dreamers together as long as it’s on and is how the telepathy works. Owned by the fediverse of course.
That’s not a new idea, though the part about it being in the fediverse deep zone adds a layer.
I had a nightmare about being back in German high school, I forgot my homework and the teacher started screaming at me. I then threw my desk through the class room and left.
Sounds like you just experienced my childhood in your dream lol
I started a fire in an apartment I was going to move into because I was mopping and water got into an outlet that was on the floor
Oh no, ask and ye shall receive, I guess – the very next night I remembered a series of dreams about Bluey for no reason at all. I’ve never even seen Bluey.
Still, it was fun to remember the dreams. I suspect smoking weed to fall asleep makes me less likely to remember dreams?
I walked down a path like an alleyway or large aqueduct. It was the middle of the night and water rolled down the slope in the direction I was walking. Walls on either side of me, several stories high, were made of immense sandstone blocks. I entered an underground chamber through a barred gateway in the wall on the right, already open, waiting for me.
A few twists and turns and down a flight of stairs, and I could see a room beyond with 3 walls. The side farthest would open up to me if not for the large rusted bars that separated the space, save for yet another gate to the right. Just past this gateway on the left there was a stairwell with its first steps in the corner forward and to the left.
In front of the bars on the side of the entry way, there seemed to be a mound of dirt or trash. Nearest the corner to my immediate left after walking through the gateway, an old wooden door stood closed. A guardian stood to the left of the door in the corner with the head of a jackal. The guardian of the door spoke to me and said “Open the door. There is no going back.” in a low doubled voice that I seemed to hear in the air, but also in my head. I hesitated and turned my head to the left to look back one more time in the direction I came from.
Just past the bars now, atop the mound of refuse and filth, I saw the dirty white skeleton of a deer resting with its head upright, both living and dead. As my gaze turned to the left revealing it, I seemed to glimpse that it’s skull was turning to its left at an identical cadence to mine to look right at me, like a mirror with left and right reversed. When our gazes stopped squarely looking at each other it felt jarring.
It looked right into me with its gaping black eye sockets and rotting meat festering and falling from its ribs, legs, and neck. It looked at me expectantly, and after looking at me for a moment longer, it turned its gaze away from me and turned to black dust which itself seemed to dissipate into nothing on the mound.
I turned to face the door, turned it’s handle, and stepped through into a pure tar black which seemed to consume my memory and consciousness entirely.
Y’all have cool dreams.
I dreamed I lived at home and my family was yelling at me. That’s most of my dreams
I don’t really remember…
