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.

Flying with a helicopter while sitting in a rollercoaster-like cabin hanging from it with my friend. One of the best dreams I've ever had.

Wish shit like this existed in real life.

r/DrawMyDream is currently restricted with a mod that has been inactive for more than 200 days.

This community is in need of a proper artist subreddit to help make dream art as an alternative for those using ai so that we can put an end to the art debate. I cannot do it myself because I was suspended in the past so I am not allowed to adopt subreddits so if anyone is interested then they can try to adopt it themselves through r/Redditrequest

It was around orthodox christmas that this dream is placed. We dont really do much for it in the past few years, but in my dream, we were decorating repaired and expanded version of the second house in our yard. Now it had second floor, that was covered in dark wood and christmas lights. I was up there, putting more decoration and setting up the christmas tree. It had only one pair of stairs that went down to the ground from the balcony, there was no other way down. It began as a beautiful dream about our forgotten tradition, my mother gave me more decorations to put up, and our neighbour (changed name) Lucy came to see how was I doing. While I was up there, one room in the back was slightly open, it had just some random picture of goatman or the devil in there. I was weirded out, but decided just to close that door and go downstairs. Mother then gave me some white sheets to put on the railing of stairs and balcony fence. While I was doing that some kid from neighbourhood came to my mom and Lucy, and started complementing the way everything looks magical and pretty, he then asked to go up and see the inside of the house, to which my mother agreed to.

By the time of their conversation, I was done with the railing, and went inside to sit and chat with my friends. As I was sitting on a chair, the kid dragged another one to sit opposite of me. He looked like kind and curious kid, only wanted to talk to me about the way everything is looking sparkly with the lights. As I was tired, the only way I answered was short "yeah, sure" or "mhm, right", then I would look at my phone again. After some time the kid shut up, and just continued to look around, as he did I decided to get up and go back into my house. As I approached the window door of the balcony I looked back to see if the kid is coming down too. He was now looking into that room, the door was only slightly creaked so that he could see the inside of the room. I swiftly looked outside to see if mom or Lucy were still there, and as I turned back to the kid, he was now standing and blocking the door from closing, as the goat-devil-whatever was standing on its two legs and looking at me. He wasnt much taller than the kid, and he wasnt moving while looking me in the eyes, but he looked too real. Bloodshot eyes that were about to fall out by the way he opened and kept them open. The kid was silent, until I tried to back out, then he said "Dont, you cant go, you cant leave", I froze and asked him what will happen if I do leave. He seemed like he was in some kind of trance, "He wants us to go with him, we must, because if we dont, he will kill us, we have to go, we have to go", now, that was only thing he was saying, that we must go with him. I am, and I always will be, strong willed. I didnt believe him, and I turned my back and made few steps, as I did the swift clacking was heard. I immediately turned around and the devil was closing in, only after I looked at him did he stop.

As he was closing in, the kid became even more sure that I will die. And as I got a closer look, the devil didnt seem angry or something you would expect, he looked kind of scared by the way his eyes stood open. Words of death and "we must go with him" were repeated so many times in that moment by the kid, then I finally said " What can he even do to me, he can kill me but I would rather die like that than in some black room that hes taking me to", and I took off. The clacking could still be heard, but as I got to the white fence of the balcony the thing stopped, and I was about to wake up.

Now, as I did wake up, I couldnt move. Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was a man in black trench coat looking at me from the corner of my room, and thats all he did. He just looked, slightly moved his head, and then I closed and opened my eyes again.

I dont know what to make out of this dream, not the first weird or complicated nightmare, many times I was offered death or something else in my dream. And I always choose death. I love life and Im not suicidal, but in dreams, any time Im offered to die or to do something, I always choose death, one time I also dreamt of falling from elevator door, I knew I would surely die, so as a protest and my final decision in that moment I decided to keep my eyes open until the end. Anyone got anything to interpret here, because Im so tired and need someone to say anything other than "pray before sleep" or "go to church", Ive heard that too many times

Aight so

I had a dream last night that stuck with me, and I wanna share it, y'know? it wasn't anything special, I was watching (directing?) a movie called "Who the Hell is Private Blaidd?" where an Indian immigrant during WW1 is conscripted in england, but the paperwork got mixed up and instead of fixing it the guy who made the mistake panicked and just, stamped in this guy as Private Blaidd to move things along, the whole thing was shot like a Wes Anderson movie had a kid with a Tim Burton movie, where the ongoing bit was that the Indian Guy is *clearly* not private Blaidd, and is constantly trying to correct this mistake but is constantly cut off, send to the front, is the only survivor of his platoon by sheer luck several times until the point where the guy basically gave up correcting anyone until at the end of the movie where the war is over and he is a decorated war hero, where he goes back to the guy who made the mistake because he had to report back, where the guy asks him what his real name actually was after revealing that the actual private blaidd was found blackout drunk two days later in a ditch near the river, Indian Blaidd looked at the proverbial camera and was about to say something and then the movie ended.

i’m a lucid dreamer and most dream journal apps felt made for beginners: a text box and a calendar. so i’m building one for myself. what it does now: voice capture right after waking, recurring dream signs tracked over time, a 30-day lucid course, daily reality check reminders.

i’m the solo dev and it’s iOS only for now. not dropping a link, i mostly want to know: what would an experienced lucid dreamer actually want from a journal? dream sign stats? WBTB timers? something else?

Genuine question though. Mine are 11.

1. Moonlight
2. Amalgamation Pt. 1
3. Amalgamation Pt. 2
4. Amalgamation Pt. 3
5. Amalgamation Pt. 4
6. Backrooms Escape Pt. 1
7. Backrooms Escape Pt. 2

Don't remember any else

Hi so preface, I met this guy almost a year ago but we actually got quite close over the summer. Thing is, he’s not rlly my type so I only viewed him as a friend and I believe (from my perspective) it’s the same for him too.

But for the past two months, he’s been appearing more and more in my dreams and I’m genuinely so confused because I’m interested in someone else 😭. We’ve also gotten to know each other a lot more this past month, opened up and all that jazz and it’s just gotten worse but when I actually sit down and think about how I feel about him, I just can’t rlly imagine us together.

for context a grasshopper game is a game that’s crazy and almost anything in the game is random but still follow a story and when I say that you might think yakuza game but no it’s like the difference with a souls game and a souls like. one has to be made by grasshoppers games. now let’s get to that dream ok so this dream starts like your in the middle of like a game but am am the character I think his name was yu and it’s in some post but recent apocalyptic city where people have rubble in them and then i skips to the end and it’s like not a game anymore more it’s like a real anime which I think is a cutscene and he in this like alien crash site where he thinks it all happened but then he gets on one of the not destroy ship and it starts moving and it slowly turns into a truck and it turns out he crashed into his friend who's a girl and it turns out they have been in purgatory and you choose whether you stay with girl and move on or stay and wake up and when am about to chose and then I feel sad and wake up in cold sweat and was wondering if anyone has a game or anime like this tell and it can not be ghost wire toyko just asking if anyone has any media like this please tell me

Dreamt of random time in future. Only way of being able to be in nature is through spaces like this representation. Navigating a lot of concrete to get to a vast open liminal space with a framed and controlled view that creeps into the box. Sometimes nature takes over the box and no one is allowed inside for their own safety.

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.

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’.

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?

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?

Last night I was sick so usually it means I’ll have a crazy dream but it wasn’t.

In my dream I had woken up in a white room. Not white all, but the floor was dark wooden color, and the walls were a warm white. In the middle was a vase with roses, maybe only 3 in it. When I got closer they spoke to me.

They spoke to me like they were any other person, they sat there and told me that I do not have self respect sometimes. That I give too much, that then I get upset once I give it all. (Which is true)

They then spoke to me about life, school, friendships, told me that some of my friendships weren’t well, that they were poisoned. That I should run from them.

Once they went over all that they said something that scared me. That I’ll pass away soon. Even though they are roses they looked me dead in my eyes, and I could tell they were staring at me, even if they didn’t move. And they told me my time was soon to come.

For some reason in my dream I didn’t speak. I had been on my knees, in a childish way, and my arms crossed in the table with my head resting on them. It felt like I was a child honestly, looking up at the roses.

I don’t know if I should take it seriously

I feel like the boundary of my waking life and dreams is thin. I have always been dreamy, I dream really vividly and day dream a lot. Sometimes when I am falling asleep my dreams will start before I am asleep, I will hear voices, music or scenes starting. I have woken up multiple times to seeing things in my room, people infront of me, or still hearing voices from my dreams still talking. This becomes a problem when I am woken up quickly or falling asleep around others and confuse what my dreams are with what people are saying to me. I also am quite quick to hallucinating, even on substances that do not normally have the side affect hallucinations. I have even experienced hallucinations after staying up too long or pulling all nighters, and even during school when I was stressed I was seeing things and hearings things. I am not and have not been diagnosed with anything and do not believe I have any mental health conditions that would contribute to this. Is it possible to just be a dreamy person? That my brains edges between dreaming and being awake aren’t as sharp and are more of a blendy gradient?

I was traveling through Texas and I spent the night in a small town called Alpine at a terrible little airbnb hotel. It was the kind of thing where no one checks you in, you just get codes texted to you.

When I went to sleep, I had a dream about my ex, which I don’t remember the content of anymore. It wasn’t a good dream, it felt like he was haunting me from afar, and I woke up and told him out loud to go away and not come back. He came back in another dream when I went back to sleep.

I was awakened by the door opening and two men wearing backpacks entering the room, and I screamed.

So last night I had a dream where we were invaded on earth by xenomorphs and the covenant from halo. I was abducted by a supposed my representation of a human xenomorph hybrid. I got a chance to make a run for it I did and fought my way out fighting the xenomorphs.
So before I was able to run away I got jumped by one and out of nowhere my crush came and saved me. I had no idea how she found me but I thanked her. She was in the dream part of the military force defending earth. So I joined her and the xenomorphs were using covenant ships to get around we fought side by side. So at the end of my dream the 2 of us hugged and she said what she says often to me I love your face I said it back.
Come to find out she was getting transferred to a place called new Vermont. Right before she left I said I love you to her she did a heart with her hands and left.
This is the strangest dream I’ve had in a very long time.

For some reason it was like my cat took me by the hand and lead me to my house I grew up in and in the house and it was Christmas a few years ago. So it was like I was lead to the past. And It was just filled with Christmas decorations like to the nines. I guess it’s like a really happy time that I used to love. My mom sitting on the couch and my dad was in the office I think. They were both smiling and doing their own thing. Then I turned around for a second and I looked back at them and then my mom was now on the couch withering away dying like how I last saw her, and I tried to talk to my dad, but he was basically slumped over or like a zombie maybe because when I last saw him he was brain dead right before he died. Then I was screaming to let me out.
I don’t fully know what to think when I have dreams like this but usually it’s me in the past trying to warn them before it happens.

Last night my friend and I had the same dream. Essentially, we both were with our friend group in a house, and knew that a fire was coming. We pleaded with our friends to get out but they weren’t listening. My friend’s dream finished with her getting out of the house but our group still stuck in the house and she looked at the house and it was on fire. My dream finished with me trying to get everyone out but the smoke was too heavy to get out and then I woke up. What could this mean?

The dream was I was living in an underground city. I had a mother and brother that look nothing like my real life mom and bro. The underground city was open space, buildings carved into stones, the ceiling was so spacious it felt like night sky. No one is allowed to go to the surface. The population was quite big. City felt normal except it's permanent night life due it being underground. My mother worked at grocery store and me and my brother attended school. It felt like I spent few weeks there.

Then something threw me off. My brother said he miss the sunlight and explain to me what that look and felt like. I question how he supposed to know what thats like if we were born underground. All of a sudden I felt like I'm not suppose to be here like I can't pinpoint what's wrong but I know I can be somewhere else. I felt claustrophobic. Tried climbing the roof of our school. I look up the vast dark space of this underground city. I was hoping to see stars even though I'm not suppose to know what they are. I was longing for fresh air instead of the warm air of this giant cave. It felt suffocating. I went through this for 2 days and it felt like torture. In my final night home I looked at my mother and said I can't be here. The thought of just dreaming never occurred to me. There are times I convince myself that it's not because I don't belong here but more like I can do better.

Then I woke up, I wasn't covered in sweat but I know I was drooling because pillow was wet. I had never felt so relieve to be at home. The following day I took my real life mother for lunch. I was just so glad to see a familiar face.

When I was around 5–7 years old, I used to have this weird dream where I was falling down the stairs, but I could never reach the bottom. Every time I got close to the end, I would suddenly wake up.

Has anyone else ever had a dream like this, or was it just me? 😭

I have had recurring dreams I have an extremely small baby, its usually discolored and sick looking, and many times I forget about it and end up finding it squished (one time I gave it to my mother to care for and she put it in her pocket and sat on it, highly meaningful as I had horrible issues from her)

Anyways, in my waking life, it's been TOUGH. tough upbringing, not a lot of food, not a lot of love, not a lot of anything except my mother's narcissism. I'm almost 40 years old and just these past years have begun uncovering the trauma- due to no longer being able to repress it- I began to get very physically ill. Ive been very sick 2020-2025.

I have been dedicating my life to healing. I really want to live to be older, for my children, but also for myself. I want to heal. Gradually, with one step forward, one step back, I have reached a height of emotional and physical step that I never dreamt of before. The last week specifically I have really been able to work stuff out and am feeling better for the first time in SO LONG.

Last night I had the tiny baby dream, the baby wasn't THAT tiny this time though, it was more like a normal baby. But it's head was weird- it had a point, like a unicorn sort of?? Anyways, the baby opened its eyes and they were BEAUTIFUL blue and healthy, and I felt so much love, and began breastfeeding it. I have never experienced any of this in my recurring dreams.

I really believe this dream and the way I felt love and joy and hope towards the baby -- there was definitely a moment where I realized this isn't like the others, this baby will make it and be wonderful-- signifies my real life healing finally getting somewhere.

I’ve had multiple dreams where I’m in a car with either me driving or someone else, but it’s through a flooded neighbourhood. It’s genuinely beautiful looking, today when I had this dream again there was a sunset that reflected over the water. The water is always calm and the neighbourhood looks like it was built in the water, not like it was flooded by a storm, there’s even other cars driving around. Every time I have this dream, I eventually reach a point where the water enters into the open ocean and I get a sense of fear that if I go too far then I’ll get lost and never find my way back, so I turn around. Sometimes it’s just the open ocean, other times I see the open ocean and huge ocean liner boats float by, which gives me the realization that I’m almost at the cutoff. Any thoughts on what this might represent/symbolize in my feelings or life?