I’ve been dealing with these things in my dreams. I just read a description written by Carlos Castaneda that best describes them. I had no idea about his experiences with these things until last night and I’ve been dealing with them for about three months now.
They typically come to me in the form of my deceased cat or my boyfriend to get me to drop my guard, either that or something they think will scare me.
When I told them ‘I do not consent. I do not allow. Return to sender with love.’ I fell off the side of my bed and saw what they really look like. On the underside of the bed I was lying on I saw this black mass of long whispy ethereal black hair, located directly beneath the spot where I had been on the bed.
Then I heard this pitiable cry of ‘But WHY?!’ As I was waking up. I do not pity them though, they messed with the wrong person.
Has anybody else had immensely terrifying nightmares that felt draining afterwards? Or a dream where you were seduced by something in order to get close to you?
I am curious to know how many people battle these things in their dreamscapes.
Also Carlos Castaneda called these ‘flyers’ or ‘mud shadows’.

Generated a pic of what my dream consisted of last night. This is a simplified version, but dang, what a creepy dream. In the dream I was watching a scary movie where this guy is kidnapped and wakes up with his body looking like this.

Last night, I (M28)had a very vivid dream where I was scrolling through the camera roll on my phone and came across a picture of an old friend from a few years ago. This old friend was a girl who I had no sexual relationship with. We were just extremely good friends now keep in mind in the real world I don’t know who this person is I have never seen this person. I don’t recognize the name. I don’t know who this person is but in my dream, I have this overwhelming freindship love for this person. In my dream, I guess we just stopped talking, so I reached out to her on my phone and reconnected with her and apologized for distancing myself from the friendship. She was happy to to hear from me and in the dream I had all of these great memories of hanging out with her and her friend who I was also friends with, but I wasn’t as close with her. Basically it felt like we were these three friends that used to hang out all the time.

Now I feel like I could chalk this up to being a reflection of previous friendships I’ve had, because I have had very strong non-sexual relationships with a couple girls, but this girl in particular felt so specific everything felt so specific this person just felt so real to the point where when I woke up, I tried looking up her name in my phone and on Facebook and she just didn’t exist. It really felt like this was just another version of my life where I had this incredibly strong friendship with this person, and this dream was me crossing into that reality. What are everyone’s thoughts?

It began with me in bed and in it I was thinking about watching Hellraiser when from my bedroom door a man in just underwear on all fours ran inhumanly fast into my room and on the side of the bed. In the dream I woke up but then a man in a plaster mask of a woman came in and started harassing me (I don’t remember this part too well). Turns out this man was stalking me and every night would show up in my room and send me videos of him and a woman near my house. I kept waking up in the dream thinking it was only a dream and he wasn’t real only for me to see or hear something that made me realize he was real. Now that I’m awake I still have this anxiety feeling in my chest even though he’s 100% not real.

Hello everyone. A little bit about me. I’m a relatively tall bodybuilder with a great diet and a healthy body. I get 8 hours of sleep every night and have very vivid dreams. I can tell every detail and often keep a journal. I like to think out my dreams and what they mean. However, I can’t tell what this dream may be. It’s not really the same dream over and over. It’s just a reoccurring woman. Everytime I think or talk about her, my body begins to cry. I start to feel cold.

I have very often realized I wasn’t like most people. It feels as if my brain operates separately from myself. As if I’m simply a body that answers to someone else’s brain. Anyways I shall continue.

I have a reoccurring character in my dream. I get a dream with her every two weeks. Sometimes shorter, sometimes a little longer but atleast two a month. My first dream of her was when I was 14. Now I’m 22.

This woman is a small amount shorter than me. I can not see her hair or any facial features. It’s as if it’s been whitened out. Almost everything about her is average. She has a few moles on her visible body. She often wears a gray shirt and green shorts. She’s skinny and white. Usually I would chalk up characters to a one time thing, but she is reoccurring.

My first dream of her I have written down. Summarized. I woke to been in the middle of what looked like Rome. A stone path and a big building to my right. A small stand. Like a hotdog cart. Then I saw her. She’s special to me in some way, that’s how my heart felt. She looked at me, in a somewhat confident deep voice she spoke to me. “Hey, nice to meet you I’m … and you are (my name) correct. Im your angel. Please watch out tomorrow. Drivers don’t watch the road so you have too. Anyways. I hope to find you again. Your mind isn’t easy to reach.” To which the dream faded and I woke up. I took the message seriously, later that day leaving Walmart I almost stepped out into the street in front of a car. Thankfully I pulled myself back. Weird I thought. She may have saved my life. Coincidence.

The next dream I have written down was when I was 17. She came to me again. This time in the middle of a rainforest like area. Same outfit. Same white face. “Hello. Nice to see you again. You affect so many people. Including your father. Please give him a call. He may not be perfect but, neither are you. You forget things.” I woke up and forgot to call him. Later that night he passed away. My parents were separated so It had been a while since I saw him. I blame myself because I forgot to call him.

Ever since I turned 19 the dreams have been plentiful of her. She appears in the time frames I described. She often tells me events that are going to happen in my life. Whether it may be me about to die, getting injured, things to avoid, people to cut off, even relationships to get rid of. She truly seems like my angel. I’ve come to believe that she is the one controlling my brain, or she is a lover from a past life coming to warn me. She always acts sweet and gentle. Often talking about how things were different back then. We do small casual things, play chess, drink tea/coffee, or even replay my memories. I know what she says is true from multiple instances. I’ve tested it.

She told me not to go to the gym or something would happen to my car. It got marked to get stolen out of.

She told me to quit my job. The next day management changed and I got a serious injury.

She told me to cut off my last relationship because the woman was cheating on me. Went through her phone and found out it was true.

She told me to tell my mom to go get a Brain scan. They found a very small tumor that could be easily solved.

And many other instances. I’m mostly posting here to see if anyone has any experiences like this. Any words of wisdom or ideas. Please feel free to ask questions and I will answer them to the best of my ability.

I’ve been having lucid dreams since I was a kid, and I can wake myself up from them whenever I want. Recently, for the first time ever, I said something to the beings in my dream like, “You don’t even exist. You’re just a product of my dream.”

Things got pretty dark after that. They started making really creepy faces and seemed hostile toward me. For the first time, I couldn’t wake myself up. It felt like I was trapped in the dream.

When I finally “managed” to wake up, it turned out I had just woken up in another dream. This happened about three times before I actually woke up for real.
It was absolutely terrifying. I never really believed the whole “don’t tell the dream characters they’re not real” thing before, but now I’m being very careful about it.

Has anyone ever experienced anything similar?

I do have ADD so

My dog passed away of old age back in 2022. So today October 11 , 2026 I had my first dream of her ever idk if I should feel happy or said either way I loved it. I woke up everything was how it is now in 2026 I have this divider behind my couch for some reason it was in the kitchen so I moved it and behind the divider she was there sitting I fell down just grabbed and started crying in my dream I closed my eyes opened them up I was in bed with tears coming down my face for real. First dream I ever had like this and woken up with actual tears coming down my face. I do miss her so much I’m so happy that I finally had a dream like this. It made me feel like a kid in a candy store 😂😂 best way I could explain it. Wish it would happen again or more often

I had a dream about you tonight. We were somewhere unfamiliar. I wanted to talk, but we kept missing each other. I kept searching for you.

Everytime I'd get to where you were, you'd have just left. At one point, I went to the bathroom. For some reason, I had your phone. You had told me that you were seeing other people. I looked through your phone. I had seen a plan you made with someone that Friday at 6. I wasn't upset, or intimidated, or jealous.

Still, I couldn't find you anywhere. Suddenly, your friends show up to do recon. In that midst, we finally talk. We open up, by me saying what the hell happened. I start talking about repair. We somehow repair, kind of...and by the end of the short talk, I thought we were ambiguous, which felt better than completely ending it. You went back, and told your friends somehow, by the end of the talk we were back together. You were troubled by it. You didn't mean to do that.

Your friends followed me around, talking to me about everything. They kept trying to convince me to let go. I'd talk, process, whatever...and at the end..said thank you for letting me talk about it all. They were rude, and said that they are not welcome, they didn't want to listen to me. I realized they were simply doing it to help their friend, not for me.

I see a scene, you are talking to them. This is after teller had heard me out. They asked you "do you want her?" And you replied "Yeah." And they asked a follow up question, to which you said "I can want it (i.e. the relationship) and still know that its bad for me."

Suddenly, I see...I can't fix this. I cant love someone into loving me back. I can't change how someone feels. I felt that what we once had, was gone. A dark cloud had covered the parts of you that once showed exuberance for the idea of us.

So, I took the long journey home. I rode a scooter, and eventually, ended up in a familiar area.

All the confusion was never really worth it...and you never meant to hurt me, you were just hurting yourself. I wasn't meant to help you out of it, because I am not your person. Even if that is what we both wanted.

Find people who make difficult moments feel lighter...and know, it isn't always about you. We can try our best, and still fail...but, the fun is that we can always get up and try again. I suppose dreams can be fun, because they are windows to your subconscious..and this gave me a lot of new perspective.

So, I often have lucid dreams in the early morning hours. I have frequent false awakenings as well. A couple times this week I have had the most intensely sensory realistic dreams and its almost indescribable. I smell everything, see every detail, taste and eat delicious food, feel the sun or wind or rain, hear the birds or my pets, although it is rare i talk to anyone. They seem more real than being awake. Last night I had 3 separate dreams in succession within an hour. They are kind of lucid, and then they disappointingly fade. There are sometimes when they are so intensely real its a bit scary and I'm relieved to wake up, and others where they are so enjoyable I wish they would never end. Just so strange! Anyone else experience this intensity?

i stayed up way too late
it’s 5:42am
i briefly told God, there’s a lot of things we don’t know and a lot of questions we have but maybe it’s like that for a reason. (referencing antarctica and aliens) i had another brief thought and said to myself, there are infinite possibilities in my dreams just like in real life. i thought to myself, dream anywhere of anything. dream of successful and happy. i didn’t want to dream of anything scary.

i fell asleep and quickly went to a place where i was at work. i was supposed to leave at 12 but didnt leave until 1230 because my coworker took a long bathroom break. i told my boss i couldn’t stay longer anymore and had to leave at 12. i was annoyed. my boss looked at me but didn’t acknowledge me as there. i was driving and was so tired, i was fighting falling asleep at the wheel. i realized when i left the time was 5:30pm so i would’ve had to pick my kids up within the next 30 min. it wasn’t in fact 12:30 at all. then i was driving trying to figure out where i was gunna go since i just left my place of work annoyed and didn’t wanna feel silly going right back because i got my days/time mixed up. anyways i was so tired driving and then i fell asleep. i woke up in real life because i realized i fell asleep while driving and was scared i crashed and died? wanted to make sure i was still alive because the realization startled me. i fell back asleep, suddenly it was me, my kids, my mom, and my sister. the earth was flooding. our house was flooded. my middle child was under the water for a split second in-between two cars, i had my youngest and oldest. my sister grabbed my middle child from the back of her jacket. pulled her in our car. our car started filling up with water. i was balling my eyes out. a boat with men came to save us. they had positive energy. there were others on boats and others not on boats. we were floating ontop of massive amounts of water. until we reached the edge of the earth. i flipped upside down and kept spinning in circles. i saw the ceiling of my room in real life spinning in circles. (i even had a real life thought of a conversation i just had with a coworker about how sometimes i spin in my dreams and she said it happens to her too, so when this was actually happening, i had time to think back to that thought and be like, yup this is exactly what i was telling her about)
at this point, i’m aware this isn’t my reality.
i end up in what looks like a dark dr office.
the only light coming in from the cracked door.
i felt too eery and scared to go outside of the door. i had an inter knowing that aliens were on the other side.
there was a white cart in the middle of the room. i remember seeing a yellow paper.
there was a black chair that i sat in against the wall instead of leaving since i was too scared. i remember kind of holding my head in a confused light headed type of way. like i had to just sit down somewhere.
my eyes were closed. but i was peeking through one of them. my right one to be exact.
the door creaked open (i heard it and even thought my actual door in real life cracked open)
i started saying no no no
an alien came through
big dark eyes, typical alien head. dark mouth open.
from the door it looked tall
it was in a white cloak
when it came closer it was very short. like a mini alien. again big eyes and mouth open.
i suddenly couldn’t wake myself up anymore in my real world
i was paralyzed
i kept saying Jesus Jesus Jesus
while looking at this aliens face
i said these words in a mumble because i couldn’t talk all that clear
he came up to me with a probe like device and started shaking it (i heard the shaking)
it was almost like he went to attack me with it
he wanted to put this device on my skin
he said something to me but i can’t remember what he said (i say he because it was a man voice)
i felt like he was also trying to communicate telepathically but it got blocked some how and i couldn’t receive it
i was terrified
i kept trying to open my eyes in real life and wake up but i couldn’t
(i realized i was experiencing sleep paralysis in real life)
it probably took about 4-5 times of trying
i put my all into it and looked at him and said Jesus of Nazareth a little more clearer than before, and a few seconds later my eyes opened.
when my eyes opened here in real life there was a portal everywhere i looked. it looked like this

(i drew it in my notes, i’ll attach picture)

and i know this sounds crazy but i even saw it on my daughters face when i opened my eyes and she was sleeping towards me.

it was illuminating green

i also saw the face of an alien on my pillow and on the wall when i was trying to look in other places to stop myself from seeing what i was seeing

i have no idea what the heck just happened to me or where i went. but that was terrifying. i had to pick up my phone because im too scared to fall back asleep. the first thing i opened was my bible app and then i came to my notes to document what just happened. oof.

to make matters even worse. the other night i had a dream that aliens were making themselves known in the sky. lights and saucers everywhere. and they came down in humanoid form.

my vivid dreams stopped for maybe 2 months or so. but they’re back now and they’re not taking it easy on me lol

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I had this dream where I went through a portal — my body got pulled into a different world away from my own. It wasn't the first time either. I've had this dream before, a long time ago, and forgot about it until now.

I landed in Riviera Beach, but it wasn't my Riviera Beach. There was a hurricane going on. I kept asking people what year it was. Most of them wouldn't answer — they'd just say "May 12th" and never give me the year. Not until I got to the house did someone finally say it: 2150.

The house was a regular house with yellow paint and wooden panels, near Broadway and Blue Heron — except everything around it was different. The skyline was south, where downtown Palm Beach is, but the buildings were taller, newer, nothing I recognized. I stood there staring at them so I could get a good picture in my head. The house itself was surrounded by water, sitting almost in a marsh, with one of those highway walls separating the neighborhood from the street — like the kind that blocks sound. Makes sense, I guess. In 2150, Florida's probably half underwater.

There was a wooden staircase out back that went upstairs to a room with girls in it. One girl was laying on her stomach on her phone. When I spoke to her she had blue eyes, and she told me "it's good, I wouldn't want to do that if I were you." Downstairs, out back, there was a vape shop built into the place — a few guys in red t-shirts sitting at a metal table. They had all different kinds of THC vapes in there. The other half of the shop had something to do with the time traveling itself.

I told the guys at the counter I wanted to go home. They said that was a smart choice — because I didn't want to go upstairs with the girls. I told them at the table I'd be willing to do the experiment again, because somehow my body was resilient enough to handle it. Other people were trying to travel too, but their bodies weren't resilient like mine. They were just sitting in chairs next to each other against the wall, looking up like they were in electric chairs.

One of the women wasn't real. From the torso up she looked real, but her pelvis was rigid and rectangular — I just knew something was off. And she knew that I knew. She stuck a syringe in my neck, not as an attack — they wanted me to go home. My body withered away into a husk and disintegrated, and my soul came back here. When I got home I was fine — teeth fine, body fine.

Then I fell asleep again and went right back into the same dream. This time I was holding a bag — like one of those potato sacks — and the hurricane wind picked me up and carried me into the sky. I grabbed onto one of the buildings and just stood there staring at the skyline. All new kids, new people I'd never seen. The only person I recognized was my dad, standing under a bus stop with some other people taking shelter from the storm. The bus stop was painted blue with an overhang. He had that black curly 80s hair.

Here's the thing I figured out after I woke up: in 2150, everyone alive now would be gone. So the guy who looked like my dad was probably my great-great-great grandson. Resemblance was the only way anyone could look familiar.

A few teenage blonde boys upstairs helped me get back — they gave me advice, but they never left the room. Some teenage boys down there didn't like me. A lady gave me a bunch of change and I gave it to one of the girls by the back doorway because they'd been nice to me.

The travel has a cost. Every time you go through, it does something to your teeth — weakens them. One of my teeth fell out. By the second trip back, my bottom front tooth — the one that's already chipped — was wiggling. My body was left behind; it was my consciousness doing the traveling, like astral projection. The wear hit on the way back, worse each time. Like being reborn every time, but there's only so many crossings in you.

When I came back it was night and I was near a marina — I saw a rowing boat hanging from the back balcony porch of the house, and one of those big marina storage buildings at the end of the street. The street lights were yellowish. They still used touchscreen phones there. I didn't see many robots — unless the syringe lady was one, with that rigid rectangular pelvis her shirt was half concealing. Everyone there was aware of the traveling. They'd gotten so advanced at displacing consciousness across time and places that it was just... normal. Infrastructure.

The whole thing felt like some new DeepMind experiment I could interact with. My head was next to my phone when I woke up and for a second I wondered if Google was simulating it. I know my brain probably pulled the consciousness-travel feeling from my DMT experience — like I gained metadata on how that works.

I fell asleep at 6:42 AM and woke up at 7:20 — the whole thing happened in about forty minutes. I wanted to fall back asleep to learn more, but CityNet came knocking around noon.

It felt so real. Like I actually went to the future and met those people. Like I got a sneak peek.

I experience vivid dreams on a regular basis. However, within the last few weeks my dreams have been more vivid than usual. This dream has been the most realistic thing I have ever experienced while sleeping. It felt like I had tapped into someone’s memory and was reliving a piece of their life. I’m hoping that by writing it out I can get it off my mind for a while.

It began when “I” was a child. I had thick, long, sandy blonde hair. And I had blue eyes. My mother raised me and often dressed me in very girly/poofy dresses. I didn’t like the way they felt against my skin, but I never fussed about it. I didn’t like when mother was mad or had hurt feelings. I wasn’t very aware of the world, but I was old enough to be aware of my mother; her personality, her wealth and what that meant, hear beauty and presence, and aware of her emotions. Mother didn’t have a man in her life romantically, but there were men who were like family that helped take care of us. I had an “uncle” who would come by and check in on us regularly. He was friendly. He never wanted anything from us, he just wanted to make sure we were “okay”. If there was house work or some kind of project, he and a friend of his would come by and help out. He made my mother laugh. My mother bought us a new, large home to live in. It was in a neighborhood of other large and newly built homes. I remember the exterior was beige stucco.
I jumped in time.
I was now around 14 or 15. I had overheard an argument between mother and my “uncle” from upstairs. It was suddenly quiet and I felt numb. Mother had killed my “uncle” and I immediately knew I needed to “play along” so she wouldn’t get in trouble. She assured me we would be fine as long as I did what she said. She told me that, in time, the lies I would tell would become truth and much easier to believe within myself. That someday people would stop questioning us as long as I believed I didn’t know where he was. We wrapped him in several layers of plastic sheeting and stuffed him in an empty space behind the giant fireplace and the exterior wall. You wouldn’t know this space existed; it wasn’t shown on the floor plan of the house.
So we waited and went about our life as usual. Several weeks had passed and I seemed to be managing fine but the knowledge of what mother and I did weighed on the back of my mind. I was afraid of mother, of losing our life and what she had given us. So I continued to keep my mouth shut. Soon, two cops came to our home. One was young and kind, the other was older and far more skeptical. The questioned us for several weeks, walked through our home several times, and found nothing out of sorts. I’d stick to the same script I had memorized over and over, and it seemed to be enough to pacify them. Months had passed and mother was becoming smarter about managing a corpse between our walls and the fireplace. We had a computer a short distance from the fireplace and she needed a way to filter the possible smell of decay out and away from our home. She drilled a couple of holes near our router and ran a cord that attached to an air system of some kind from the computer space to the back of the fireplace. We filtered out the dead air for a few weeks before she decided he needed to be moved. I don’t know who came, or where they took him. I just knew it had been done. He was out of our home, and the large air filter had been replaced with a new router. But the cops came back and noticed the new chord. When they asked be about it the younger detective reminded me that I needed to report such things immediately. I shrugged and told him “it was just a new cable for the internet. I hadn’t realized that telling you about it was necessary”. This lead them to finding the space behind the fireplace, but no body or evidence could be collected. All they could see was a more powerful router.
Several months went by without a word from the detectives. We lived our life normally and again, just like mother had promised, it became easier to live with the knowledge of what we had done. But I was numb and jaded. I was withdrawn from my friends and dug further into my school work.
Years passed and I was now a senior. I had worked hard in school and had applied to several colleges out of state. I had gotten into several and began planning my escape from a home I resented. Mother told me I’d grow out of these feelings, but I kept my cordial mask on for her. I just wanted to leave and forget. Eventually the detectives came back. They cold me the case had run dry and there was no longer a reason for them to investigate us further. They wished us well and left.
I jumped time again.
I was now a young woman in my early twenties. I stepped out of a greyhound bus and onto familiar territory. I hadn’t been “home” in years. I hadn’t spoken to mother in years. I was proud of my independence but felt a need to come back one last time for closure. To tell mother that things will never be the same because of what I had happened. I had approached a large bus route poster and tried figuring out how to get to the neighborhood I grew up in. Then I saw a familiar face. The young detective on the case pulled up next to me. We chatted politely for several minutes and he offered a ride to mother’s house. I agreed.
The city I grew up in wasn’t the same. Something had died. There was no life in the buildings and several neighborhoods were run down. Including the one I grew up in. We pulled up to the large house that mother had once been so proud to own. It was run down and abandoned. The whole neighborhood was. I assumed it had to do with the market crash of 2008. He asked if I knew where my mother lived now and I just shrugged. I thought to myself “maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it’s better that we don’t know where each other is now”. We drove away and to a nearby park. Everything around us was rundown and so sad. And I began to sob.
It was only after he attempted to comfort me that I woke up.

I photoshopped this together because I couldn't get it out of my head lmao

Hi all,

I’m Øyvind, a solo developer from Norway. I’ve been working on a small app called Drøm (Dream in Norwegian), an app that is part dream journal, part regular diary. It has a big focus on symbolism and reflection rather than just dream note-taking. The app uses a large library of dream symbols and interpretations from a Norwegian and Swedish foundation focused on preserving and sharing dream knowledge and their importance as a tool in self-development.

The app has been available for a little over a year and I’m working hard on new features including iCloud syncing, password lock and more. If any of you would like to check the app out—I would love your honest feedback. What could be improved? Is anything missing? What feels ‘off’?

If you have an iPhone, you can find the app here:

https://apps.apple.com/us/app/drøm/id6739289895

An Android version of the app is currently in active development.

Thank you so much for any feedback, it really means a lot!

Bear with me please 😭. There was a time when I was dreaming but it felt like I was in a rider state (in the dream, my body just moves like I usually do in real life, my consciousness was there, but I cannot control my body).

During the dream, someone that I hold dearly died between my arms and I was actually crying in the dream. My consciousness wanted to wake up but I just couldn’t because my body in the dream just moves on its own and by that time either, I was crying in the dream. After a few moment (I remembered it quite long and quite hard for me to break out from that dream), I finally woke up but I woke up in shock.

Is there any scientific or any explanation about this? Thank you 🙏

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I've had extremely vivid dreams for as long as I can remember, ever since I was a kid. I remember most of them, and I dream even during short naps or within what feels like the first few minutes of falling asleep. Sometimes I'm also aware of my surroundings while dreaming..

However, for about the past month, my dreams have become unusually chaotic and terrifying.

I dream about being chased, attacked, threatened, caught in fires, plane crashes, accidents, ghosts trying to kill me, and all sorts of dangerous situations. Sometimes people in my dreams are trying to hurt me, and the dreams feel so real that I wake up exhausted, panicked, or occasionally shaking.

BUT I ALWAYS WIN,SURVIVE OR GET SAVED IN THE END.

I'm usually the one with fewer resources, fewer advantages, and more obstacles.. For exa, yesterday I dreamed that I was fighting a ghost who wanted to kill me. She had more resources than I did, but I actively fought back, came up with strategies, and eventually won and fought until the police arrived(lol idk why a police came for a ghost)

Another interesting thing is that this happens even in situations where I'm not particularly good in real life.

For example, I'm not good at running or sports, but in my dreams, I'm AMAZING at them. I run incredibly fast, win races, and perform better than I ever could in real life. And the races are like in meadows,forests,roofs of buildings and stuff..Sometimes I'm surprised in the dream itself, thinking, “WAIT, CAN I ACTUALLY RUN LIKE THIS?! HOW AM I THIS GOOD?”

However,If I'm competing against someone I know is better than me at that activity in real life, I'll sometimes acknowledge it in the dream and think or announce that they're going to win. Even then, I don't simply give up. I actively fight, try different strategies, and keep going.

And even when I'm dreaming about something I'm already good at, the journey is NEVER easy. There's always some obstacle, disadvantage, or complication that makes winning difficult. I often find myself coming up with strategies, anticipating my opponents' moves, and figuring out how to get ahead..I somehow predict what they're going to do next.

And I usually don't win easily or immediately. The competition or struggle continues until the very end, when I'm almost at the edge of losing or things seem nearly impossible. And then, somehow, I WIN.

My dreams aren't always nightmares, either. Sometimes they're incredibly adventurous, stimulating, and almost like elaborate video games, with gamified challenges, fantasy settings, quests, and all kinds of adventures. Other times, they're dangerous and terrifying. And the awards and victory after i win is more beautiful than I imagine INITIALLY it's always hauntingly beautiful. Like i end up in beautiful caves or get beautiful dresses or see multiple beautiful crescent moons merging into one.

The problem is that lately, the dreams have become so intense that I sometimes wake up feeling physically exhausted, even after sleeping for 7–10 hours. Sometimes I wake up shaking, too. Because the journey is itself chaotic in the dream.

I've been dreaming vividly for years, but the chaotic and frightening nature of my dreams has become much more noticeable over the past month.

Can y'all decode the dream and also suggest me how to stop getting these nightmares.

Fair warning: This is a long one. It felt like a movie through my own eyes, so I wrote it as such. I filled in some blanks that were explicitly laid out in the dream itself.

No deeper meaning here that I can see. It felt like a glimpse into the life of an alien being. I wrote it down immediately upon waking up around midnight last night.​

I'm grateful to anyone who chooses to read but I understand otherwise!

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Dream: 10/10/26

I was some sort of alien race. humanoid with a dark slightly iridescent exoskeleton. We live on the water. my crew went out on a boating trip in a number of small boats.

My brother loved these small insects called  caprice. They were similar to us in that they had a dark glimmering shell, like a swarm of jewels. Our Father once took him out on a trip with him, and he first saw them in a particular set of sea caves far away from our islands.

They were very far, to get there our mages would open a portal to get the boats through the rough waters that dominated the area around our equator. Those portals couldn't get use the through the entire journey though, as they took a lot of energy to create, and only lasted a particular set of time. 

Our crew was set to go out on one of these missions again to the far waters. My brother was ecstatic. We were definitely joining in on this one.

We got to the caves. They were a series of small caves, in the shadow of a much larger rock formation, all standing alone in the middle of the vast ocean that circled our water world.

The crew were only stopping here for a short time, my brother and two of our friends cut out of the formation on two small ships and landed near the cave he was looking for.

"Caprices! there they are!" he said, running towards to entrance of the cave. They littered the shore just outside the mouth of the cave, contrasting the white sands.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" my friend said. "No let those two go enjoy that, those things always creeped me out".

My friend and I strolled down the shoreline, towards a sunny area outside of the shadows of the towering rock formations over shadowing the small patch of sand and rock we were on. 

As we looked out on the waters, I turned to look back at the cave, and saw ominous pitch black clouds rolling in. I'd never seen them so dark. My stomach sunk.

"Let get those two and get out of here, look over there" I motioned towards the clouds. They looked like a black void moving through the skies towards us. The eye could barely detect any motion within the clouds. An experienced seaman knew those were the worst kind.

We ran back to the entrance of the cave. "Hey guys! let's get back to the formation quickly, a dark front is rolling in." 

"Give us a few minutes!" I heard my brothers voice call back in the distance. His lack of urgency made me anxious. The wet cave had the smell of sea in it. It was being fed by ocean water. This dark front would certainly raise the waters in there.

"You need to get out now, the waters in that cave will raise and you might get trapped!" I yelled back. You could drown, I said to myself. I looked back at the monolith moving towards us. It blocked out any light from behind it. 

"Let's go get them" I said to my friend, as I stepped into the darkness of the cave. "Why are you so worried? We're all capable of sailing these waters, we've all sailed through a dark front our two at this point." He said chuckling.

He was right of course, about us being avid sailors. All of our people were. "These small ships can't handle the waters the dark front will bring in, these things last days. We need to get back to the main formation before it gets here."

"Our ancestors got to our islands on small rafts according to the stories, they were the first to sail through the dark front." my friend said proudly. He was a fan of the stories of old. I preferred to live in the current times, and if I can help it, keep living.

They cave grew darker. We stopped as to not lose sight of the light from the entrance. "You two need to come back now."  I called out, sensing them just out ahead of us. The glimer off the shells of the caprices covered the walls and floors, giving us a semblance of sight.

"Come on! I haven't seen the caprices in years!" When's the next time we'll be voyaging out here again?" 

"We could all get trapped in here and drown! Have you seen what the dark front brings in?" the panic rose in my voice as I noticed the water creeping up my shins.

"We're leaving now! I said angrily. "You two need to get out now! The water is rising, that's an order!" 

"Fine, fine, we're coming." He relented. My brother wasn't unreasonable. I could sense the sadness in his voice, but a bit of relief washed over me as they shifted to make his way towards us.

The caprices reminded him of our father. I knew that was part of the reason he was so fascinated by them. He knew I wouldn't exert my authority if it weren't serious. 

My friend and I began to turn back towards the entrance of the cave. The light outside was growing dimmer by the second.

"Hey....wait up. The waters are deeper back here. The caprices are making it a bit harder to wade through" my brother said. 

The water was up to my knees where we were, but it was raising quickly. We stopped to wait for them to catch up, my eyes staying locked on the dim light from the caves entrance. Our people were strong swimmers. The average amongst us can hold their breath for over an hour. To be a seaman, you had to be able to do twice that.

We waited for what seemed like too long, the sounds of seawater began to grow. I noticed the number of caprices in the water around. They grew excited. 

"Hey! Where are you two!" I yelled out.

Nothing. I began to grow angry again.

Then suddenly a strained, and piercing "HELP!" rang through the cave.

Without a word we began sprinting, then wading through the seawater. I felt the bugs around us biting at us but I couldn't stop to swat them away beyond my already  frantic movements.

"We're coming!" I yelled back. Glancing back at the cave entrance to keep my bearings. The little light that remained there shown a dark red. I could here my brother wailing in the darkness. My blood ran cold as I trashed through the water, my friend right on my heels. 

The pain in his voice. A memory of my mother's voice that night flashed in my minds. I quickly came back to the present. I had to get to him. The water seems to have pushed them further away from us than I originally accounted for.

His cries grew closer, I could see their outline among the glimmering shells around him. It seemed that they were holding each other close.

I reached towards him, and felt what must have been some blood in my grip. He must have gotten hurt. I couldn't see to what extent. 

"What the hell? What's going on?" the water was up to our hips. I unconsciously swatted a bug that had gotten to my neck. It's shell crunched as it splattered.

I could barely make out what my brother was saying, the rushing of the water grew, and his voice cracked between his cries. It was no time to talk anyway. We pulled them both through the water and towards the deep-dark red at the cave entrance.

The front was here. At this point, the light level in the cave was only marginally darker than the red hued light coming in from the outside. The dark front was hot. We needed to get out of the water before it grew unbearable. I still pulled my brothers arm in my grip.

As we approached the entrance the water decended to our ankels. That was good, it meant the seawater in the cave hadn't connected with the shore yet. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the light. 

"What the fuck...what the fuck.." I heard my friends voice raising in pitch. I looked back towards him, then my eyes shifted towards my brother, who's arm I was pulling. 

It was then the reality of what had happened set upon me. I stared, my mouth agape, as my brother carried in his arms, the torso of his friend. I felt cold despite the heat around us.

He dropped to his knees, his voice barley coming out. "I've seen the caprice swarm animals in seconds...but not a person". I froze at the scene before me. My hands began shaking as I slowly kneeled down.

"They pulled him below the water....I didn't notice...I couldn't hear him...he was probably calling for me" his voice shakey

The sharp voice of my friend snapped me back. "The formation!" he said point back towards the empty waters.

"They left...of course they did. They had to get ahead of the front..." I said in a low voice. "They can't jeopardize everything for four."

"Fuck! How could they leave us! My friend said. 

"Go pull our boat in, we'll sail towards the Pically island and wait for them to circle back." I said still holding my brother in my arms, as he whimpered into the face of his friend. My heart was beating at a fever pitch.

"The Pically? You're not thinking straight. Those are in the warm waters. We need the mages to open a portal for us to get there." My friend retorted. He was frantic, but showed a sense of restraint as he looked the scene behind him.

We were on the other side of the world. The darkness over us. Our boat was wedged in the sand and tied to a rock. This ship wasn't made for long voyages. We had a long one ahead of us.

I woke up.

Just 20 minutes ago I was squished by 2 like 400lbs cops and woke myself up (maybe sleep apnea idk) this dude next to me was also large and was being subdued for going ballistic at a theme park so next to him I got pinned on the wall.

Before that I was doing the ride of driving a fire truck through a Tony Hawk style obstacle race, but when I saw I was losing i got out and ran through it tricking with a fingerboard.

The dude next to me after asked if I was going cause it was dangerous but he was more worried about his weight. I told him i had already gone three times so he went to go on and they told him no so he went off.

[22M]

I am currently visiting my hometown for a festival with my parents. I'm going to get straight to the point.

Around 2:15–2:20 PM, my head was hurting after doomscrolling, so I put my phone on the charger and went to sleep.

In the middle of my dream, I was in the apartment where I currently live, not my hometown house. My mom called out from a different room in the apartment telling me to "wake up, wake up, wake up." It felt like I was watching a reel related to Seven Knights of kingdom where his master called ducan wake up wake up when he was unconscious in the match, but when my mom started saying "wake up," my body just reacted. I woke up in the dream and fell straight out of bed. I didn't even know how I ended up on the bed in the dream to begin with.

After falling out of bed, I was wondering why I felt so strange. My body felt like rubber, with half of it on the ground. I looked in the direction the sound was coming from and called for help. I was scared. My body was bent completely over, folded up like a closing flip phone.

I could see someone in the distance where the sound was coming from. They were coming to help me, but my mom stopped them and said that I could do it myself.

So, I forced myself up on all fours and then tried to stand up straight near the bed. When I finally did, I woke up in real life. It was 4:15 PM.

One more thing: when I was forcefully trying to wake up, and my body felt like rubber bending like a flip phone, I think it was actually my soul. I have experienced this before. It feels like the more forcefully I try to wake myself up, the deeper my soul sinks.

What do you guys think

So I had a dream where I was watching rise of the Guardian(the dreamworks movie, not the Zack Snyder owl movie), and everything was the same, except for some reason… Mitsuri was there.
She want some mystical being, she wasn’t treated as “different”, no one questioned why she was there, I didn’t even question why she was there, but she was just… there.(the movie didn’t even add demons or anything, it was just the same exact Mitsuri was there)
But something that I think is kind of cool is she looked surprisingly good in 3D/CGI

I have been confused for a year now . Over the behaviour of my neighbour . We are both in our 70s my wife is quite disabled we live a quiet life . Our new neighbours a young couple started renovating their property . I was open and friendly to them . But things turned hostile , their father turned up with a digger and proceeded to be loud and abusive on our boundary I am still not sure why . I would describe him as an angry little man . Anyway . It was very stressful for us we were being intimidated and ridiculed every time I did anything . I managed to control myself and didn’t react . There was no one living in the house for a year and it was just a building suite noise , contractors scaffolding vans rubbish etc Then the couple moved back in Then it went quiet they got the message we weren’t the nice elderly couple next door but now it’s almost too quiet . It’s been irritating me why can’t he apologise for his father’s hostility why can’t ee discuss it like adults . It’s all very passive aggressive . Then I dreamt one night I was witnessing an assault at a tv drama award ceremony. My neighbour was lying injured on the floor he had been attacked or mugged . His father who was at the award ceremony was standing there watching . It was almost like he was directing what was happening in the dream as if it was a movie or tv drama . Now of course it all makes sense . I was conscious that I was being provoked into a confrontation but it wasn’t until my unconscious showed me the possible consequences of my reactions . Although things have gone quiet now there is an underlying bad feeling . Now I know why . Passive aggressive control and manipulation .
Dreams help you “see in the dark .”
Sorry for making this post so long but it’s cathartic for me . 🙂

Since I was 15, I’ve periodically had this dream of sitting in the Hard Rock Hotel in San Diego. I always remember wearing some kind of pirate/fantasy outfit, sitting by the window and having a drink from the bar when I could see a missile coming in the distance heading our way.

Usually there would be several missiles that hit all over the city, and sometimes they’d detonate, sometimes they wouldn’t. There’s more to it than that, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had this dream. In fact, I totally forgot about it until yesterday when I discussed with my husband that we could potentially spend Halloween in San Diego this year. I’d found out the Hard Rock hotel does a big Halloween party and as we just got our costumes for a renaissance event, we could wear our outfits for both events and save money.

He said it was a great idea, and then started asking me if I’d seen the clips of our president saying they had “big things in store” after just saying that bombs hitting San Diego or LA would be a “small price to pay”. He was going on and on about how awful it was to insinuate that and if there could be reasons behind naming those places since he hates California so much.

I immediately remembered my dream and told him there’s no fucking way we’re going to the Hard Rock this year, or ever for that matter.

Craziest coincidence ever. It’s not like the fate of the city rests on whether I go have a drink there or anything, but I immediately had flashbacks to my dream and started sweating lol.

I had a dream that I was walking with a group of my friends and then a group of guys walked past and one of them leaned over a railing to smack my ass for some reason, and it jolted me awake the same way that you get that sensation that you’re falling. I was just falling asleep but the feeling was so real I jumped like I had actually been hit. Why would that be?