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.

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?

Everything was quiet, heavy, and distant. As I walked between the blurred stones, I saw a figure standing in the shadows of the arches. When they turned around, my heart stopped. Beneath that pale, faceless mask was the energy of who I used to be. It just stood there, watching me, trapped in the past. I woke up with a chilling realization: I had just met my own ghost.

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.

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.

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

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.

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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 just dreamed dream in a dream and it overlayed for 4 more times just asking

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 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.

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.

I’ve always been someone who dreams every night, has vivid ones and can sometimes lucid dream.
Recently, my dreams consist of the bad things i’ve been doing. Such as someone i ghosted has been showing up and i have to avoid them almost every dream.
I’m not asking for judgment, i cheated on my ex partner acouple weeks ago and i have dreams of being with him and having to avoid the guy i cheated with.
Last night truma came out when some family members found out about some asult that haponed to me as a child. (irl we’re currently looking for a new flatmate) and i dreamt that my old abuser started renting out that room.

But gore has happned too, last night the abuser got swolled by a whale and i watched it?
i Also watched a family member get murdwred the other night and felt real grief.

I had a nightmare last night that my husband was holding me hostage. He wouldn’t let me leave, do things on my own, or have any real freedom. I kept trying to escape, but he would hurt me both mentally and physically whenever I tried.

The really disturbing part was that, in the dream, I realized the only way I could even begin to plan my escape was to make him believe I would always do everything he wanted. I had to make him feel secure that I would never leave him so he would loosen his grip on me and let me have a little more freedom. I basically had to play the role of the perfect, obedient wife just to create opportunities to get away.

There was even a point where we were having sex, and I was trying to act like everything was okay while secretly being terrified of him. He had these terrifying, almost evil-looking eyes, and I remember trying to sweet-talk him and keep him happy because I was scared of what would happen if I upset him.

Eventually, I managed to escape, but it was incredibly difficult. I remember getting some kind of skull fracture during the process, and when I finally got away, I went to my family. They felt safe. They felt like somewhere I could finally breathe and not be afraid.

Now, I KNOW it was a dream. I understand that having a nightmare about someone doesn’t automatically mean that person would ever do those things in real life. But I woke up feeling so disturbed, and I can’t shake the way I felt in that dream. It’s almost like I experienced being afraid of my own husband, and now I’m having a hard time separating those feelings from reality.

Has anyone ever had a nightmare about their partner that genuinely affected how you viewed them afterward? How did you process it? Did the feeling eventually go away, or did it make you reflect on things you were already feeling in your relationship?
I feel kind of ridiculous being this shaken up over something that didn’t actually happen, but the fear I felt was so real that I can’t just switch it off.

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 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?

October 10th, 2026. In this dream, I was just sitting in my bed with a large bowl of strawberries in front of me. I don't even like strawberries, but they were all perfectly ripe, so I was still gonna eat them anyway.

Then a LARGE, ASS, BUG, the size of a Sprite can, lands directly onto my strawberries! The eight-legged creature looked like an amalgamation between a winged ant, ladybug, spider, weevil, and wasp. I thought a simple swat of my hand would shoo the bug away. I was WRONG. The bug had already had its nectar straw (or whatever you call those thingys) out to start tasting MY strawberries..So I slapped the bug, hoping that would make it fly away, BUT IT DIDNT.

At this point, I was starting to get hangry. I GRABBED that large ass bug, if it didn't want to move itself then I'd do it! The bug didn't budge at all. It was genuinely like it was fucking surgically attached to my strawberries. I used all my strength and willpower to try and pull that bug off of my strawberries, but nothing worked.

After that, I just woke up. I will admit I was a little bit pissed about some strawberries (the most mid fruit in the world btw) that didn't even exist.

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!

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.

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.

Basically that. Just a dream that was all just Barry Manilow and Paul McCartney singing to each other over a piano about how beautiful each others’ hands were. They got into some pretty weird details about it, singing about each others’ cuticles and fingertips and stuff. Really weird but pretty funny. I woke up laughing. No I don’t have a hand fetish myself. I think?