Itt: weird dreams

You were still underwater when you saw the guy was on fire?

lole

dreamt i was making out with a gangster and he started giving me a handjob then after i came i threw him on the ground and humped his butt without penetration and he said "if you dont think this is love you fucked up"

definitely one the strangest and most obnoxious i've ever had

it wasnt love

not really weird but I have a recurring dream about
>someone breaking into my house
>I go apeshit on them (bash them with a hammer, break their back, stomp on their face, etc.)
>but the keep getting up like my attacks aren't effective

>bei me
>just trying out how greentext works, dont mind

>I'm standing in a road in my home Village
>All cool and good
>Start running for some reason
>Scenery changes, I'm in a forest now
>It changes again, now I'm running towards a Cliff
>Can't stop running
>ohshit.png
>Jump down towards my death
>Hit the ground
>It's not over though
>I'm in a coffin now
>There are some children in the coffin with me
>Someone's knocking at the coffin repeatetly
>Every time the children start to scream
>He breaks open the coffin and pulls out some child
>Hear him scream in Terror
>Blood floating in the coffin now
>Other children still screaming
>He continous to slaughter one by one
>Scenery changes again
>I'm in my bed now
>The guy is standing in my door
>He screams and runs towards me
>Can't move
>He takes a hold on me and just stares me in the eyes
>Starts disappearing after some time
>Now I'm lying here
>Waiting until I wake Up
>Realize I'm already awake
>Wtf.png
>When did I wake Up
>Who was that Guy
>Who were those children
>Life in anxiety because of that dream for the rest of the month

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Not mine, but my brother had a dream that we had biscuits and gravy for breakfast and that we wouldn't give him any biscuits.

why didnt you give him any biscuits jerk

>In a warped distorted version of my bedroom
>wake up in the middle of the night
>See old asian man staring at me through my window
>Work up the courage to confront him
>Walk outside and he is in his black van
>Look at him through the window in his van
>See people dressed in black approaching from different sides of the van
>Freak out
I woke up sweating and had to work up the courage to look outside my window to go back to sleep

What are some good books on dream analysis? Like Freud or Jung, no astrology bs.

>Wet dream
>It's just me jacking off
>Don't even cum

hundreds of dreams where i'm outside but im missing clothing (shoes, pants, etc)/clothes are thorn or too small while covered in slime/mud in the intense sunlight while dozens of people look at me in pure disgust

not really obnoxious, but I recenly had a dream where I was on a cruise ship and all of the sudden there was a severe stor, and the ship was rocking side to side with high winds, and I got thrown from the boat into the water.
pretty normal dream desu.

>on sidewalk and get accosted by a cop
>he pulls out some device
>zaps me
>everything around me explodes in wild, vibrant color
>state of mind instantly changes; it genuinely feels like I'm in the middle of an acid trip

Was pretty freaky how my brain just abruptly decided to do that.

I was in a room full of old classmates when some dumbass starts to fight with me. For some reason I felt like I weighed 1000 pounds and threw a sluggish punch at him. They then tossed me onto the floor. I felt helpless as he kept kicking me while nobody help.

>my nightmares as an adult are literally always being hunted or chased by something that I can't see
>had recurring nightmare as a child that made no sense
>just a dream of shapes and objects that were impossibly large or small
>no dream since was ever so terrifying

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Me and Krusty winning the Super Bowl

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To clarify I studied aquaculture at university

>dream starts at party and meet this cute chick
>talk for a bit then must get number or something
>must be later in timeline but she invites me somewhere
>in room alone, its a pretty bare room, kinda industrial kitchen like, and I think we kiss
>next thing I'm at a church bbq with her and feeling hell uncomfortable cause don't attend church
>girl is full on christian and part of born again style church
>all of a sudden someone starts talking about fish farming
>be told that fish farming is evil because jesus was a fisherman and fish farming is more advanced than fishermen so it's better than jesus and is a sin cause man shouldn't be better than jesus
>whole church starts getting angry at me and tries to kill me with like pitchforks and shit
>find out she planned it all cause she knew I studied aquaculture
>end up with no qt but still alive

Was pretty wild, got to hang out with a girl atleast

I often have meta dreams with reoccurrences.
>Dream in small lakeside house with a pool
>having a party, lots of Hollywood looking people
>suddenly things turn to shit
>lights cut out, cut back on
>guy in a skeleton costume with a rifle on the roof
>starts picking us off one by one
>bullet enters and exits my brain
>suddenly time is rewinded
>I can see the planning/prep Skeleton dude went through
>window he used to climb on the roof
>be back at party
>lights click out
>jump in pool for some reason
>matrix dodge bullets because why the fuck not
>still get killed because obviously
>back at party
>lights cut out and go back on
>wake up

Have dreams like this all the time. Most recently, I had a dream last night about being repeatedly robbed.

Based and dreampilled legofag

Interesting, I dreamed about the Simpsons last month.
>Homer and Marge were grandparents
>held a book club. book was in Japanese, and only Marge could read it
>11 pm: everyone went to bed except for Marge, Homer and Lisa
>Marge wanted to read her favorite book which to her was perfect. Lisa thought, she doesn't have much time left, I'm glad she enjoys it
>some music went with it, melodic black metal, Marge was embarrassed
>as lisa sat with homer and he read to her, she interrupted to explain how some lyric means "poet" in latin, to make it sound noble, although lisa didn't care
>kept going back into the kitchen, pretending to do something, and then finally she seemed like she wasn't coming back. homer started to weep, since he cherished these last moments he should have been having with her, that should have been special.
>next day, the book club went out. there was a European-looking town with a huge fountain. Bart and Lisa entered it, it was as strong as river rapids

>walking up to my apartment
>its dark and raining
>open the door
>theres some blonde haired gal standing there
>suddenly she looks at me
>can barely move
>decide that the only logical thing to do in this situation is to bash her head in
>slowly walk up to her
>put my hand on her forehead
>scream I AM GOD so loud it wakes me up
>tfw shit like this always happens in my dreams