r/Dreams

I wake up one morning in my apartment, feeling anxious because there has been talk lately of a supermassive black hole passing in front of the sun. It's due to pass today, yet we have received no instructions from the authorities and I wonder if I will still be alive by the end of the day. I decide to leave my city early in the afternoon and take a bus to join my parents, who live two hours away, because I'm too scared.

Around 6 p.m., as the bus arrives in my hometown, I hear a boy about my age say "the illusion has begun." He's talking about the solar eclipse caused by the supermassive black hole. Many conspiracy theories claim that the event isn't real, that it’s an optical illusion or a hologram... I feel very nervous. I wonder what will happen in the next few hours. Outside, in the twilight, the sun can be seen veiled by a strange bluish shadow. The black hole is approaching.

I arrive at my parents' place. My mum isn't there, I have no idea where she’s gone. My dad is in the living room. The orange light of dusk fills the room. He starts gathering a few things together. I ask him if we should head to a basement somewhere. He replies "No no, there's no need". He’s a former sailor and rarely gets rattled so seeing him look worried makes me feel even worse. We just wait in the living room. We don't even turn on the TV.

I eventually go up to my room. I check the news on my phone but the page is stuck on yesterday's updates. Nothing has refreshed and the black hole isn't even mentioned. Yet, it continues its path across the sky, and the damage is starting to be felt on Earth. The dam at the local lake gives way and we are quickly flooded. I dare to hope that the disaster will be short-lived and that the planet won't be reduced to mush. I call an American friend (I live in France) who hasn't yet experienced the effects of the black hole on her side of the globe. She assures me that "it's all bullshit, there's no black hole."

An artificial night falls rapidly. The dream skips ahead several hours and suddenly I find myself in the water, in the dark, clinging to the wreckage of my house amidst the storm. Overhead, the black hole is causing a total eclipse. I try to call my mum, who still hasn't returned, but there's no phone signal. In desperation, I open WhatsApp and manage to get an internet connection. My mum answers. I scream "MUM!!!", completely panicked. The wind is raging. "Sweetie" she replies, crying and clearly desperate, "it's over. We're going to die." I can't believe it, I refuse to accept it. And then she speaks the final words that make my blood run cold: "...and you're going to die too."

I look up one last time. It was as if all the planet's oceans had suddenly risen up, water stretching as far as the eye could see, irresistibly drawn toward the black hole. Monstrous earthquakes are ravaging the Earth. I feel absolute terror, I can't even describe it.

I finally wake up in my room, my mum's words still echoing in my head as if I had heard them for real.

It's my first post here, but this dream felt so tactile and bizarre that I need to write it down before the details fade.

It started on an underground platform that felt like a mix between a cathedral and a subway terminal—high arched ceilings made of dull, brushed copper, completely silent except for the low hum of electricity. There were no tracks, just a sheer drop into pitch-black fog, and a line of antique brass turnstiles stretching into the distance.

Everyone in line knew what to do except me. Above each turnstile was a small display, like an old digital alarm clock, showing a countdown.

When a woman ahead of me reached the scanner, she didn't insert a ticket or tap a phone. She placed her palm against a frosted glass plate. The machine chimed, and a low mechanical voice announced: "Payment accepted: Four years, seven months."

Instantly, her skin tightened, a strand of gray hair slipped into a deeper charcoal, and she stepped through looking perceptibly younger, lighter—almost glowing. The train hadn't arrived; stepping through the gate seemed to be the entire point. People weren't commuting; they were trading remaining lifetime to undo the physical wear of living.

When my turn came, I hesitated. The gatekeeper—a man with completely blank, mirror-finished glasses—asked without looking up, "Deposit or withdrawal?"

I looked at the glass pad. Out of instinct, I asked what my balance was.

He tapped a key. The display flickered, then showed: 00:00:00.

I said, "That makes no sense, I’m still standing here."

He finally tilted his head up, looked right through those reflective lenses, and said very calmly: "You already traded the rest to remember this part. The train isn't coming back."

Right as he said that, the fog in the drop below began to rise like freezing water, and my alarm went off.

I’ve been sitting with my coffee for an hour just staring at my hands. Dreams usually dissolve five minutes after waking up, but the exact sound of that mechanical chime is still stuck in my head.

Help me to understand it...

Last night I dreamt that I was at facility and Trump was there. People were running around and Trump was drafting up some kind of speech. I remember him be agitated because he had no time to prepare. I then went outside and saw thousands of ships in the sky.

There was no fear just a sense of "finally". They began dropping these little parachutes to people on the ground. They were gifts from them I think in the form of knowledge. Like technology that would help us solve our worst problems and others were spiritual knowledge that would help us heal our minds and emotions.

I remember being so grateful in the dream. It was very odd.

I rarely dream or remember them. Last night I dreamt the cabinet under my bathroom sink had a couple inches of water. When I woke up I didn’t think much of it. Later in the day I thought of the dream mainly focusing on how odd it was I actually remembered a dream. It stayed on my mind so I intentionally opened that cabinet which I rarely use. I was shocked to see an inch of water, the pipe attached to the shut off had a small leak and was probably dripping for weeks. Had I not opened the cabinet i probably wouldn’t have noticed for a while. Has something like this happened to anyone else?

This is a true experience that happened to me about a year ago. To this day, I still think about it, and I'd love to hear whether anyone has experienced something similar or has an explanation.

One evening, I was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep. I remember lying on my back, on the right side of my bed.

As I began falling asleep, I felt myself sinking into an incredibly deep state of consciousness. It's difficult to explain. It was almost as though I had fallen into my subconscious while somehow remaining completely aware.

That's when I heard a woman's voice.

It sounded as though someone was standing beside my bed, leaning down and whispering directly into my right ear.

Her voice was gentle and kind. At first, I couldn't understand what she was saying. But then her words became clearer.

"You know, it's okay to be gay..."

She continued speaking softly, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.

Initially, it felt comforting. Almost peaceful.

But then something changed.

I began questioning what I was hearing. What if this voice was lying to me? What if I was being deliberately deceived?

Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming suspicion that something was trying to trick me.

"LIES!" I shouted.

The woman began chuckling.

And then she giggled.

I turned onto my left side, only to realize something impossible.

I had been lying on my left side the entire time.

I tried to move, but I couldn't.

I was paralyzed.

Behind me, I could still hear the woman's voice, laughing and giggling as though she found my struggle amusing.

I fought desperately to move. I concentrated on my toes, trying to wiggle them, attempting to regain control of my body.

Eventually, I managed to roll onto my back.

Then I fell out of bed.

I stood up.

My bedroom was dark, and I could still hear the woman's laughter echoing around me.

I looked back toward my bed and realized something extraordinary.

I knew I was still asleep.

I could somehow feel my physical body lying on its left side in bed, even though I couldn't actually see myself there.

It was almost like an out-of-body experience or astral projection, although I don't necessarily believe that's what happened. Perhaps I was lucid dreaming.

Then, without understanding how I got there, I found myself standing in my mother's bedroom.

My mother lives about thirty minutes away from me.

Her bedroom was completely dark.

I walked over to the light switch and flipped it on.
What happened next is one of the strangest details of the entire experience.

The bedroom remained completely dark, but outside the windows, it suddenly became daylight.

It was as though I'd turned on the sun itself.

Yet none of that light could enter the room.

An overwhelming feeling of dread washed over me.

Somehow, I became convinced that whatever was in that room with me was not a benevolent presence.

That's when I saw her.

A shadowy figure was hovering and dancing around the bedroom.

She appeared to be approximately three and a half to four feet tall, wearing what looked like a black tutu. She also had fairy-like wings.

Imagine Tinker Bell, except four feet tall and made entirely of shadow.

She floated above the floor, moving playfully around the room, laughing and giggling.

Despite being terrified, I stood my ground.

"SHOW YOURSELF!" I demanded.

The figure suddenly flew past me and disappeared into the bedroom door.

Then her face appeared across the door, enormous, almost filling its entire surface.
It was like an extreme close-up.

She appeared as a pretty black woman with a noticeable gap between her two front teeth.

Her eyes darted back and forth mischievously.

She ran her tongue along her teeth and through the gap while smiling and giggling.

I demanded, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!"

She laughed.

"You already know!"

"No, I don't! Tell me your name!"

Again, she replied, "You already know."

By this point, I was terrified and wanted the experience to end.

"I WANT TO WAKE UP NOW!"

She laughed again.

"I'm not going to let you wake up until you say my name."

"No!" I shouted.

"Say my name!"

"NO!"

I finally yelled, "I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF JESUS!"

But she continued laughing, shifting her eyes from side to side, smiling as though the entire confrontation was a game.

"Say my name!" she demanded again.

Finally, I gave in.

"FINE! IT'S NI...NA!"

And at that exact moment, I woke up.

I was lying on my left side.

But here's what disturbed me the most.

I woke up physically speaking the name "Nina" out loud.

I wasn't merely remembering that I'd said it in a dream. I was actually finishing the word as I regained consciousness.

I was drenched in sweat from head to toe.

I immediately got out of bed, turned on my bedroom light, and called my mother.

It was approximately 2 a.m.

I asked her whether her bedroom light had come on.

She told me it hadn't.

I have thought about this experience many times since.

Was it sleep paralysis combined with a lucid dream? A false awakening? Some strange manifestation of my subconscious?

Why did the experience begin with a comforting voice telling me it was okay to be gay, only to transform into something terrifying?

Why was the figure so insistent that I already knew her name?

And why did I wake up actually saying "Nina"?

I've jokingly referred to her ever since as The Shadow Fairy, or perhaps my very own sleep paralysis demon.

I'm open to psychological, scientific, spiritual, and dream-related interpretations.

Has anyone experienced anything remotely similar, especially a dream character who demanded that you say their name before you could wake up?

I was sitting in the middle of an empty circus tent. It was dead quiet and dark until the troupe master came out. He was this short, fat man with rosy cheeks, and a curly mustache. He is clearly happy to be there, I remember him smiling ear to ear throughout the whole thing. He brings out four men, a fat turkish guy, a vaguely latino man with a teardrop tattoo under his right eye, and two twins. And they just begin dancing. It's this awkward unchoreographed dance like you'd see at an elementary school play. They do it for hours, all the while the Troupe master is having the time of his life, laughing and telling them to go faster. I notice that the men are beginning to cry, and I start to think that they aren't in control of their bodies. Eventually they leave, dancing their way out, still crying. I'm just left sitting in the dark tent thinking about what I saw until I see the thing across from me. On the other side of the tent, is a vague human form laying on one of the benches. It's a puppet, a human sized, fully articulated puppet. It has no paint or varnish, and no way for it to move. It just sits there, but I get the feeling that it's alive. And it hates me. That was enough for me to finally wake up.

Do you ever wake up feeling like you’ve been gone for a very long time? This has happened to me, even during short periods of rest, like 3 hour naps. The only reason I can tell the feeling of being gone for longer than normal is because of my dog. The first thing I do when I wake up is pet him. I know that if I haven’t pet him in a while, he will be extremely soft to the touch. I know this because after I return from trips away from my dog, his fur is the softest thing I’ve ever felt. But day to day, I am not concerned with the feeling of fluffiness emanating from him. So all this to say, sometimes after sleeping, when I wake up I know I haven’t pet my dog in a very long time. What an interesting way to think about the passage of time..

My dad passed a few years ago and I have dreamed of him many times, most of the time positive. I'm so used to it now it feels just like actually having a visit, except I knew he was dead and dreams are hard to control and I need to be focused to talk to him.

Last night he gave me and my mom a tour of the underworld. We even got into the management office and looked at some secret documents. I read a chart about how a person's lifespan is determined and found it's both unexpected and made sense. At the end of the tour he hugged us and asked us for some offerings. My mom agreed immediately but I said I wanted to verify his identity. So I asked him about my nickname when I was little, like 4 or 5 years old. He could not answer that so I said no offering for you. (Other than the flowers I already placed on his grave yesterday.) Then we caught a bus and tapped our bus passes on the scanner and left. So nice that our public transit worked in underworld, too. 😄

When I woke up I told my husband the story and drew the lifespan chart to show him. He never believed these spiritual stuff and said it's all in my head. Although he did ponder if I made up my dad why he didn't know the answer to my question. 🤔

Anyway just want to share. I think I had a good time. Did anybody else went to hell or heaven or any of the cool places to have a look in their dreams?

Title says the most important part. Last night, I had an apocalypse dream. I was walking from one place to another, and on the way I found a littler of spider puppies. They looked like eight week old golden retriever puppies with eight legs. They were so cute.

Hi everyone,

I'm Joobin, and I've been building Luzide on my own for the past months. The idea: a Samsung Galaxy Watch measures your heart rhythm at night, a personal model learns from your own nights when you're in REM sleep, and then a gentle tone and vibration reach you. It's the same tone you practice with during the day, so in the dream it can remind you: am I dreaming?

The principle comes from sleep research (Targeted Lucidity Reactivation). Luzide also has a dream journal with dictation, dream signs, reality check reminders and a technique library.

The closed beta starts on October 19. I'm looking for a small group who will sleep 14 nights with the app and tell me honestly what works and what doesn't.

You'll need:

- an Android phone

- a Samsung Galaxy Watch 4 or newer for the night features

- (without a watch you can still test the journal, techniques and reminders)

PRO is free during the beta. It's a beta, so not everything will run smoothly.

Sign up here: https://luzide.app/?lang=en

Happy to answer any questions in the comments.

Years ago I had a dream that I saw an old man who was wrinkled with only white hair homeless dirty and hungry. Maybe 5’8 and 160 lbs size.

The atmosphere was dim and mostly a palate of muted blues and slight purple undertones. He was pushing a shopping cart from right to left from my field of vision and turned left and looked me in the eyes. The dream told me this is God and you are meeting him. He raised his eyebrows intrigued by me somewhat was my impression. Something of a “oh wow really?” Or even as if something new was in front of him that as a homeless person felt they’d never seen before.

He then disappeared behind a series of washing machines and that was it I never saw him again.

Something told me he was cleaning himself and on the other side of the washing machines lined up from right to left appeared a being made of radiant light. It was no longer god but someone or something else.

It or they were not the color white but radiating light and it was a human form. They were wearing a three peice suit with dress shoes. They had no pupils and were purely white, their clothes were also of light from head to toe and nothing they were wearing or was of their body was anything but radiant light. They were nearly 7 feet tall and easily a linebackers size. They looked like someone I knew in my waking life at the time who was that tall and that well dressed. For some reason that being did not make eye contact with me but looked upwards and gripped the ends of their blazer and adjusted it tugged downwards and with satisfaction.

When I went to bed a little while ago, I had a dream of Heaven. It was a short dream, but I remember almost every detail. The first thing I noticed when I “arrived” was that it was bright. Like VERY bright. Even brighter than the Sun. But it didn’t irritate my eyes. There was a “Sun” or a bright light in the sky, but it wasn’t like the Sun that we have here.

The second thing I noticed when I looked down, was the grass. The grass was beautiful. It was somehow more green than the green grass we have here on Earth. It looked both wild but perfectly manicured at the same time. There were flowers there too, and they were all types of different colors.

Off in the distance I saw trees, like a forest, and next to those trees, I saw people. They were all wearing white robes, I believe. But, of course, I was too far away to see what they were saying to each other. One person, a little girl, ran up to me and gestured for me to come join them. I have no idea who this girl is or was, but she was very kind.

And just like that, I woke up in my bed. Having no idea why I experienced this dream, but feeling very grateful that I did.

I recently spent one night at the Santa Maria Inn for work. My colleague and I had adjoining rooms, and we both struggled to fall asleep. I finally dozed off sometime before midnight.

I dreamt I was exploring the hotel and found what looked like a giant rectangular 1970s conversation pit, filled with the same antique couches the hotel actually has instead of cushions. As soon as I stepped down into it, I felt a negative energy. When I tried to leave, an invisible force pulled the left side of my shirt and I was paralyzed. I tried calling out to my colleague, but no words came out. I started praying and was able to run.

(Later that day, my colleague told me she barely slept, only dozing for about 20 minutes. In that time she dreamt she heard me calling her, but when she opened her door, the hallway between our rooms kept stretching and she couldn't reach me. When she finally did, my room looked different. It had a second bed and a creepy Halloween mannequin hung on my door. She got into the second bed and said I looked calm and collected, and the dream ended. She stayed awake the rest of the night.)

Back in my dream, a giant dark shadow was chasing me. He seemed to have dreads, and though I couldn't see his face, he looked like a shadowy version of the creatures from Alien vs. Predator. When I reached my colleague's room, the door was gone, replaced by what looked like lower kitchen cabinets. Inside were three young women who said I could hide with them. Once I got in, I watched the shadow man's legs walk right past. When he was gone, I thanked them and left.

Suddenly I was in a large, crowded city. I passed a group of cops standing around an open ditch with a man's body inside. I could see his arm, stomach, and chest, all covered in blood. I said a quick prayer and RIP as I walked away. Then a train appeared in front of me. I didn't board it, but the ground I stood on moved with it, and I was transported back to the hotel.

There, I run into my mom and she was screaming at me, extremely upset, and I didn't know why. She grabbed my arm and, with incredible strength, dragged me back to the pit while I begged her not to because of the negative energy. Now it was full of people mingling like at a party. She kept yelling while I kept pleading. Then I made eye contact with an African-American woman across the room with big eyes, long straight black hair, and a dark purple outfit. She came over and started talking to my mom (I don't remember about what) while I kept begging to leave. Suddenly she transformed into an alien with dreads, similar to the shadow man but less scary, and I finally broke away and ran.

Then I woke up into sleep paralysis. I knew I was awake but couldn't open my eyes or mouth or scream. I was lying on my back, which was even scarier since I'm a side sleeper and never sleep that way, and I felt my whole body being pinned down. I prayed again until I could move. Too scared to open my eyes, I rolled over, pulled the blanket over my head, and slept about another hour.

When I got up to shower before leaving, I noticed a red mark on my right shoulder that wasn't there before I went to sleep. It looked like a scratch running from my shoulder down to my chest. It wasn’t painful or anything, but extremely freaky. Needless to say, we will never stay there again. We would much rather drive farther and stay a few towns away.

I've noticed that I mostly only feel intense emotions in my dreams. In real life, I rarely feel anything at all tbh, but in dreams I sometimes feel emotions so intensely that I feel it physically, e.g. feeling so devastated/sad it physically hurts my chest, or crying so hard I can't breathe. In real life I never have reactions like that. The memories of those dream emotions often stay with me for years, even if I can't remember what even happened in the dream that caused them.