Hi all! I’m doing some research for a website I’m creating about shared dream experiences. I’d love to hear from you! Your information won’t be shared without your consent and the survey is anonymous.
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I never really get dreams when I sleep. When I do its mostly horror dreams if i watch a horror movie but today i dreamt of something weird maybe good? In the dream i was just going about having a normal day but whatever i was saying was coming true. For example I said 'i wish classes end early today" then they did then i said "i wish he talks to me today" then he did, at that point in the dream i noticed whatever i said was coming true so i started saying some other things like "i wish i had a chocolate" and someone handed me a chocolate and so on. I never get dreams like this and even If i do get dreams they never bother me alot. And i know it was a dream but it felt very real. Im really confused as to if it means something or its a sign because i NEVER get any dreams.
Has anyone ever been in a dream and realized they were dreaming? I have experienced this a few times—or perhaps even more often—where I knew I was dreaming and sometimes tried to consciously control the dream. However, when I attempted to steer it according to my will, the results varied: sometimes
Hey everyone!
I always wanted some insight into this dream Maybe you all can help ?
See when I was about five or six I had this recurring dream where I was sitting outside an ice-skating rink. In the dream, I was just standing there while watching a girl with blonde hair, light skin wearing a pink suit what seem to be a full-blown ballerina outfit ice-skating, and performing some beautiful movements on the ice. I would love watching her…
it would bring me peace. What’s crazy is that I was a little kid living in Guatemala. To my recollection, I had no knowledge of what ice-skating was, what an ice-skating rink would look like specially what the outside of the rink would look like.
It wasn’t until my pre-teen years that I had a full understanding of what I was looking at but by then the dream became less frequent and I was sad. Like I longed for the sight of that Ice skater… well I got to see her one more time… and for the last time. So when I was around 11 in Guatemala there was a huge mosquito outbreak and Dengue fever was spreading everywhere. It eventually got to my village and guess who got that? Yeah you know it, THIS GUY.
At first It was your usual fever, cold sweats, shivering and aching muscles but when it got to its peak is when I got my reunion. Before I lost consciousness I hallucinated dark hands coming out of the corners and edges of the walls and the room gradually became darker and darker and then I saw her.
This time though I was like 15 feet away from the edge of the ice rink… so I try taking a step to approach her. And I hear odd noises that would get louder the harder I tried but Im stubborn so I kept pushing and the noise got louder and louder and then it stopped. Right then a giant tarantula like spider jumped in front of me got close to my face and yelled “¡NO!” “¡NO!” “¡MIA!” “¡ELLA ES MIA!” (no, no, mine! She is mine!)
When I tell you I literally pissed myself. It’s not an exaggeration when I say the size of that thing was gargantuan face the size of the front of a bus, I could see the hairs on its face and it’s giant slimy fangs and the shine of its two middle eyes because that bastard was too close for me to see it’s other eyes… I woke up after that but I was still sick so I woke up to shadows and spiders crawling all over the walls yelling deliriously the shadows and the spiders! They’re here!
I might be being a bit dramatic but I genuinely believe I was as close to death as I ever was… thankfully (spoiler alert) I survived and made a full recovery within days.. things lead me to the USA where Ive lived here for as a citizen for 18 years and a veteran for those wondering 🙄
Well anyway that’s my recurrent dream. I still miss watching her from the sidelines I wish I could remember her face
What do you all think it means?
Some one please tell me. What is the difference between having a dream remembering having it but not remembering what happened, and having a dream and remembering what happened. All i know is if you remember your dream it is trying to tell you something.
I had a very strange dream recently. It was quite personal, but the part that really stuck with me was that, in the dream, I clearly read the full name of a girl: Tamara Toumanova.
When I woke up, I was confused because I had absolutely no idea who that was. I had never heard the name before, so I decided to Google it.
To my complete surprise, Tamara Toumanova was a real person — a famous Russian ballerina whom I had never heard of or seen before.
The girl I saw in the dream didn't look like the real Tamara Toumanova at all.
Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? A dream where you somehow knew a specific name, place, or person you genuinely didn't think you'd ever encountered before?
Yesterday night, I had a dream.
I was sleeping on the bed and I felt my loved one touch me on the hand jokingly. So I was also trying to touch them back. I streched my hand to reach out to them, At this point I can clearly see my loved one beside me on the bed. Physically I have my eyes open, I could see them and as I streched my hand and moved my hand towards them, I couldn't touch them and then came out of my sleep and realised that they are no more and I can't touch them.
Is this normal? Does this mean something?
Or is this because I have been thinking more about them lately?
Hi all, I've been having A LOT of fishing dreams this year. Last night I dreamed that I caught what would be my pb catfish.
I even caught a demon (Mary Shaw from Dead Silence bc I rewatched it) using my fishing rod. I sat up irl and reeled that sucker in so fast. It was ridiculous enough that I laughed back to sleep (was sleep the entire time but knew I awoke). I didn't know where to put her...
I have dreams where I live in a house where the water flows right behind and connects to other houses. Not boat houses. This place looked really freaking cool and the layout had awesome paths. I would love to live here if it exists but I also know it wouldn't be affordable if it did. I keep coming back to this place when I sleep.
Does this mean I need to go fishing more often or what?
Tl;dr: I dream about fishing.
I keep having a reoccurring dream where my penis falls off at work and I try and run to the hospital because my car is broken down. The street I’m on is my childhood neighborhood but only for a little bit then it’s usually the inside of a food court. When I get to the hospital which is like an indoor trampoline place the nurse tells me they can’t reattach it and that she will throw it away for me. The nurse is also my friends mom. I have this dream like twice a year and it’s so bizarre
I just texted this to a friend and thought it would be interesting to put out here and see if anyone had any similar experiences. Please forgive the format. It’s easier if I just copy/paste my texts.
Ok you know when you close your eyes to go to sleep at some point while you are still awake but before you’re actually dreaming you’ll kinda see things in your mind’s eye but you recognize that you are simply viewing that from a third party perspective almost like viewing something on a screen?
And then when you finally fall asleep and start dreaming you aren’t actually aware of the moment you fall asleep and the dreams themselves usually are not a direct continuation of the thing you are thinking of before falling asleep?
For example if I want to dream about flying and I imagine myself flying before my dream, it is unlikely to continue into a dream of you flying because your mind kinda takes over and does what it wants.
Well a couple nights ago, I wake up in the middle of the night briefly go to the bathroom then as I’m falling back asleep, I start having these visions of this landscape out in nature. Obviously when you’re just thinking about it you don’t really see it in great detail and you know that you are the awareness that is viewing it rather than being immersed in it.
Well that time, I remember going from thinking about it and picturing it to being fully immersed in it with no loss in continuity. I was aware of the exact moment I started dreaming and it was a direct continuation of what I was thinking about before I fell asleep.
And I was lucid in the dream, able to control my movements. I remember going from it seeming fuzzy and vague in my mind as I just pictured it to essentially being transported into the world I created in my mind, experiencing it in first person. Fully immersed and in high detail like it was real.
Imagine going from watching something on tv to being fully transported into the exact scene you are watching and able to interact with all the objects and people there. That’s essentially what happened. I remember the exact moment things were fuzzy and vague in my mind and watching them change from that to high fidelity reality in real time over the period of a few seconds.
The interesting part about this all is that I have always had this strange fear of maintaining awareness while going into a dream. I don’t know why that has always scared me. It’s like a fear of being aware that I am conscious in a dream world while my real body lay unconscious and paralyzed somewhere else. Like I’m aware that my awareness is not with my real body.
Soooo I was having a nightmare in which I was in my shared a house and friend of another country of one my flatmates was going to sleep in my house without my flatmate there, but it was alright bc he was trust worthy (pls note I know all this people irl, it's distorcion of reality) things go on for a while, but i end up falling asleep in my own dream, and then i wake up with that friend in my bed, a really dark figure asking why does my flatmate doesnt like him back, and he started following me around ready to off me, but i think i offed him first or something (this first nightmare i don't its relevant, bc i don't know if there is any meaning, what comes next its worse)
So i wake up in my own dream, relieved like wow that's over, but then i voice begins narrating that i'm gonna relived that nightmare in a another scenario, and i was like NOOOO truly believing i was trapped in a dream, but in dream of that world i was actually dreaming not real life, if you know what i mean. I felt so betrayed by own head that even if i was not able to move, i started to scream the first thing i remember in my head, a song, A FULL SONG , like really loud, while the man was still narrating, and then i woke up two minytes into the 2 song more or less with my pulse acelerating and was like yeah this wasn't a normal dream.
Because it felt like i fought hard to wake up and at some point my head just gave up on me and let me wake up, now i don't want to go back to sleep bc hell nah im going back there. And if i'm going back, i feel so separate from the me within me, my subsconscious or whatever that i might just curse it out, that if i remember this.
Someone could shed a light on what this could mean, what kinda dream it is, if there is anything i can do ( if it is a bad thing pls don't tell me i don't need more worries in my life) also to be fully transparent i have some sleep paralysis episodes but this was not it.
This happened to me the other night…it was an interesting experience, but I wanted to see if any other person has experienced this.
A few days back
dreamt of a baby that wanted to come home with me. that baby explained what she liked and all that. the baby's mother was also okay wirh (2-3 month old) baby coming home wirh me. my dad and uncle feared the safety of my vehicle and then decided to drop her off in the car...in this whole chaos...the baby never came wirh me. i held the baby spoke to the baby...the baby told me what it likes and all that.
Middle of Ivf: Giving birth to baby in 3 quick pushes.
Troy (friend of mine) and I were out in Georgia with my church class (where I know him from). We were staying in some run down hotel and conference place near Georgia Central State Hospital; from the dark window at night I could see it only as a distant shape. A low, sprawling silhouette against the sky. (Been there IRL)
We were staying in a run down place near it, and I realized we could get into the old asylum through the building we were in.
We wandered down the old living hotels halls until eventually we found the tunnels. By the time we reached the main white building, dawn was breaking outside. We moved through the forgotten rooms as the early golden light drifted through cracks in the boarded-up windows.
At one point Troy and I separated. He went to look at an indoor pool room while I wandered into a neighboring cafeteria. While I was there I heard a repetitive noise reverberating from somewhere nearby. I moved toward it cautiously, peeking through the kitchen and into a receiving bay.
There, repeatedly running into a sealed metal door, was a horse.
It stood about as tall as me, but it was still such a little thing. I wondered how long it had been trapped there, running into the same exit over and over. I felt bad for it.
I approached it, and it stopped and looked back at me. I pet its soft, dark nose, then turned toward the door. I knew the door was alarmed, I saw the sensor and the old building still had power. Still, I felt some odd responsibility for the horse.
So I opened the door.
It came open with some resistance, and immediately the alarm began to blare. Warm morning light poured through the opening, blanketing me and the forgotten room behind me. I looked back at the horse to see if what I had risked had been worth it.
The horse seemed at ease in the sun, but it didn’t leave. It laid down and died. I propped the door open so the little horse could still get the sun, and I ran away.
Troy was still in the pool room looking for me. I grabbed him, and we ran for the tunnels as we could hear the police coming through the door I had left open.
Later, back in the education part of the building where our church class was staying, they were looking for us.
Fortunately, they couldn’t prove we had ever left.
Odd little melancholic dream, I always like it when my subconscious lets me go explore, but the horse was different. I should add I don’t think there are tunnels, a pool, or a nearby hotel at Georgia Central State IRL, some rooms were as I saw in real life.
I was sleeping normally until, at one point, I realized I was dreaming. The dream got quite strange—but very interesting at that stage—because it was something entirely new to me. I spoke to myself—or rather, to my subconscious—telling it (or myself) that I knew I was asleep and would wake up soon, but asking not to be woken just yet because I wanted to see a bit more. Then, the noises, voices, and loud background music—which I hadn't even noticed until they stopped—gave way to silence and a calmer tune, reminiscent of old Disney movies (like *Pinocchio*). I began walking through the setting, noticing small details that had been there all along but had previously escaped my attention—such as a city with buildings in the background. My perspective had expanded, and the world seemed larger, as if my peripheral vision had suddenly kicked in. I kept looking back, expecting everything I had walked past to vanish as I moved forward—but it didn't; everything remained exactly as it was. I started walking in a straight line, and the further I went, the more the ground transformed into something resembling extraterrestrial, space-like stones—a somewhat surreal sight. I remember feeling a very pleasant sense of calm; it was like hiking while listening to music, but within a first-person RPG. But after walking for a few minutes, I woke up.
I looked in the mirror, I was naked, and my boobs were completely flat, like there was nothing in them. Then I realized my whole body was completely emaciated. Then I turned to the side where there was another mirror and I looked completely normal. But every time I looked at myself in the first mirror, I was completely emaciated like I had not eaten in months. I look straight and feel very concerned, look to the right and I feel relief. I have zero hangups about my weight. Im neither overweight nor underweight. I’ve been the same weight since HS w/o trying. What do y’all think this means?
