There is no definitive answer to why people have lucid dreams, as the causes can be complex and multi-faceted. Regardless of the reason for their occurrence, dreams that are so captivating that the dreamer wishes to return to see the end can be a compelling and memorable aspect of the dream experience. They may leave a lasting impact on the dreamer. If you are interested in learning more about this phenomenon, you might want to explore reading real-life accounts shared by individuals on Reddit.
I had a dream that I had a bunch of birds and snakes just living in my kitchen. They were my pets, and I was cuddling my snakes on the couch, watching Netflix while my birds were chilling out, flying on top of my fridge and stuff. It was a great dream, and it was so vivid that when I was waking up, I thought, “Crap, I left my snakes on the couch out with the birds. I hope they didn’t eat one of the birds.”
I was disappointed when I came back to my senses and there were no animals in my home, but relieved that I wasn’t such a negligent pet owner that my imaginary snakes ate my imaginary birds.
The most recent one I had was of my mom and me. We weren’t doing anything crazy, just walking and talking.
I fell asleep on the couch while watching tv with my wife. While I was sleeping on the couch is when I dreamt of my mom. My wife was going to bed and woke me up so I could come to the room. When she woke me up I was almost in tears and ended up really mad at her. Tried to go back to sleep immediately but never was able to get back into it.
My mom was killed about 8 years ago, so any dream I have of her is special.
Didn’t stay mad at the wife for long, although now she doesn’t wake me up to come in the room anymore.
I was on a flight to a family vacation and we were above the ocean. For whatever reason, the door pops open but no one screams and there’s no vacuum effect.
Out of curiosity I get up and check out what’s happening. Then I hear my brother behind me say, “Hey look.” I turn around and he shoves me out of the plane.
At first, it’s terrifying. But then, a bird swoops by and we lock eyes. I notice I’m no longer falling, and then I realize I’m dreaming. I start falling again and instead of hitting concrete, it’s like I jumped off a short diving board.
I shoot out of the water like Superman and fly off like a bullet. I do a couple of flips and as soon as I raise my fist like Superman, I wake up and punch my headboard.
I wanted to go back so bad, I’ve never had a flying dream other than that one. Almost as good as sex, maybe even better if I think about the long-term benefits
I had one where I was wandering through my hometown for what felt like hours, and eventually, the dream became lucid.. and the dream dragged on and on, and I was just walking around looking at stuff. Eventually, I started thinking that I’m probably late for school, since the dream went on for so long, and I tried to figure out a way to get myself to wake up.
I tried lying down on the ground and thought that people walking on me would probably do it. But it didn’t. I didn’t feel a thing. So I lay down in the middle of the road and a car hit me. And right before it hit me I woke up
In the middle of the night
I was dating Zac Efron and there was this underworld thing that you could change scenery on (like a map on black ops) and I got to choose what kind of world it would be for the party and I chose it to where the ocean was up in front of us where we can just walk in and be completely submerged. I wanted to dance with Zac in it and we finally did dance. Our dance was so beautiful that I painted a painting of it, of how I felt at that moment and it was beautiful. Gorgeous greens, blues, and white. I was wearing a dress and he was covered in plants and stuff from having fun with the other people and I helped get them off of him. I was so happy with him that it was indescribable how much happiness I felt. We danced in the ocean (just our feet in the shallow area) and he would pick me up and twirl me around. Then, he got down on one knee and proposed to me. It was perfect…nothing in the world was broken or wrong.
Then I woke up. Best dream ever, I tried to fall back asleep but couldn’t!
Literally last night I dreamed this. I was sitting at a picnic table with my family and this cute girl with voluminous black or dark brown wavy hair with w/the top half drawn into a ponytail sat down next to me. She says something along the lines of: “You may not remember when you blew me up, but [something something]. This is how I’ve changed for the better since then.” This was in a grateful way and then she set like a scrapbook down detailing what looked like before and after the “incident” states of her. She got up, smiled, and walked away. Then my alarm went off.
I want to know who this girl I somehow helped by exploding way back when.
A long time ago, I had a dream that there were ghosts living in my family’s garage. Nowhere else, just the garage. I somehow became friends with one, but she was unable to speak to me, leave the property that the house was on, and wasn’t able to show any facial expressions that wouldn’t be considered terrifying. Me and my ghost friend were playing on the house porch and two guys were trying to break into the house. She tried to stop them by scaring the living heck out of them by making a terrifying face and screaming the most blood-curdling scream ever right in their faces. I wasn’t able to see the face she made, but I somehow knew it was there, and all I could hear was the scream. The people trying to rob the house ran off, but instead of celebrating, I curled up and started crying because of how terrifying the scream was.
I absolutely loved that ghost, and I forgot that her whole purpose was to scare people, but she did it to protect me and the house. I still cried though, and she tried to cheer me up the best way she could. Then I woke up. I knew that was a dream, but I didn’t want to leave my ghost friend alone knowing the last time she saw me was when she scared me to tears by accident. I tried to go back to sleep, and I did, and I somehow successfully reentered the dream, only it was several years in the future. The garage still had a couple of ghosts in it, but not nearly as much, and the rest seemed to be oblivious to humans. I was going into the attic and found some pictures in there of me around the age I was friends with the ghost, and on a picture, I saw a very faint image of her face standing next to me. I went down to the attic and woke up.
I didn’t get to tell the ghost that I forgive her or anything, and I still feel some sort of emotional attachment to her. It was probably the best nightmare I’ve ever had, and one of the dreams I’ve wanted to go back to the most, just so I can tell her that there are no hard feelings.
I once dreamt that all of my family and closest friends were on the world’s largest cruise ship. Along the way, we somehow were exposed to radioactive waste that gave us all superpowers or other mutations. I remember so vividly being able to use my mind to move objects with ease, and I threw donuts at my brother, whose skin had turned as hard as stone. This one girl on the cruise that we all universally hated (for reasons I can’t remember) received a really random and useless mutation – she grew a really fat lizard tail, like a leopard gecko who has eaten a lot lol. She was crying about how ugly she was now and all we could do was laugh. Then I woke up.
I lived in a forest-jungle village, and it was pretty chill, but for some reason, there was a ritual to push one person off a cliff every year. A few days led up to the event, and I interacted, made friends, and fell in love with other villagers (a mix of real and imaginary people). We hunted, fought, and told jokes that I’m surprised my brain could come up with. Things were great, and my partner even proposed to me. Then the day came. We were all sad and scared. Right when they were about to announce who was going to be pushed off, my alarm went off.
I’m gonna guess it was probably me, or my friend of fiance, but I’ll never know. I tried to get back into the dream, but it wasn’t the same. I was so pissed that morning.
Yes. I had a dream three years ago that I was living in an attic apartment in Paris with windows opening onto the site. The sun was streaming in on a cramped kitchen with a small cafe table and chairs I’d gotten from clearance somewhere. I was making scrambled eggs and OJ for my two daughters and I was very happy. When I woke up, I felt a sense of loss so deep, I started to cry, even though I knew none of those things wasn’t actually real. It’s been years and I still remember the dream.
I wrote this dream down soon after waking up one night.
Walking in a wooded area. See man standing stock still. Something’s clearly wrong. As I get near I see him start to move. I notice his arm is blackened and missing the hand. I say “Sir, are you alright?” He ignores me and starts walking jerkily forward, waving his arms like he’s feeling his way around. I call him some more, but he never answers. I realize he has been in a fire or explosion and can’t see or hear, and is desperately trying to find help. I look around and see the husk of a house that either burned down or possibly exploded. I’m afraid to touch the man because it might cause him great pain. I start calling out for help myself when a van drives up. I’m relieved but then three men get out and start mocking me and the injured man. They tell me they are time travelers and start joking that I’m going to burn in that house along with the other man (presumably they’re going to take me back in time so that I burn, too?). I walk quickly away to try and get away from those guys. I feel bad for the other guy, but I’m not sure there’s anything I can do now.
Some unknown time later me and my wife are walking together. I’m still anxious about what happened before. We start walking through a kind of tunnel, though it’s more like a canopy of trees. Through the end of the tunnel, we can see a house burning, but it’s like it’s in reverse, and eventually, the house is totally fine. Now I’m incredibly anxious because I know that’s the house the time travelers said I would burn in, and I can’t stop myself from walking toward it.
Suddenly there’s an astronaut(?) at the end of the tunnel and he’s running toward us. My feelings about him are complex. It’s possible he’s trying to help us in some way, but there’s a feeling of inevitability like he can’t help, or that he’s going to somehow cause a terrible thing to happen. As I watch him approach it gets darker and darker until I can’t see anything. But I can hear the crunch of our footsteps as we walk and the heavy breathing of the astronaut as he runs toward us. I feel something touch me, and before I can figure out if it’s the astronaut or my wife I wake up, terrified.
Every day. And always the same dream. That I talk to my ex, I explain to her that I’m sorry and that I will change for her. Every time it ends with her and me, reaching to each other. And then I woke up. Every morning I remember what I’ve lost. Every day I live with the guilt of having made one stupid mistake, to doubt her. And every night I can only apologise for a dream.
Got in a massive street fight, Jackie Chan style. For some reason, I could hover like I was in lower gravity. I was jumping off of people and kicking like Yoshi. It was bizarre, but also exhilarating because I didn’t get hit once. Unfortunately, there was too much action and I woke up.
So, I was walking down the street and met my primary school teacher, a cute old lady with the driest humour ever, we talked for a bit and she invited me over to talk and drink some tea.
I enter her house, she makes the tea and we sit in this area with 3 walls made out of bookcases, in between there were these 2 somewhat fancy chairs and a round low coffee table. We talked for a bit and she starts telling me how she brought me here for a good reason, and she just, does some magic or presses a damn button or whatever and a wall opens exactly like in Dexter’s Laboratory.
She invites me in, and I see all these people, doing a variety of stuff, people being tied to metal hospital tables, in tubes, whatever. Everything had this technology kind of blue and I walked through this huge mall-like revolving door. I realized I fell asleep a bit after walking, so it must’ve had some kind of sedative or something.
Anyway, I wake up, and in my fear, I am tied to a metal table, without any skin, I can see my muscles, all of them, move, twitch and contract all while I am fighting to break loose from the table. That teacher comes by and says to me along the lines of “don’t worry, it’s all part of the procedure”. I see other people around me, exactly in the same state.
She releases me after a bit, and she gives me this spandex dark blue suit and told me to wear it. After I put it on I could move like, somewhat of a superhero, I could run really fast, I could jump really high, and I was very agile and nimble. She told me I am some sort of recruit and that she has a mission for me.
After that, I just remember teleporting to someplace by my home, with a gal that I knew by me as my “duo”, with the task to catch this, black-invisible morphing dog? I remember aiming at that thing with something, like this bulky black blaster, after which, I woke up.
You can tell that my young me was VERY pissed for not being able to be a superhero.
Right, so I in the dream got in a huge fight with these girls (who aren’t my friends anymore in real life). It was late at night and outside the school, and one of them (who I just met and who was super mean to me in real life) ran off crying after I told her to stop being such a b*tch and to go F herself (I’m feisty but only if you mess with me first). I then go home and see on the news that she wasn’t home and is missing. Because she’s popular everyone is looking for her. Word gets out that I was the last to see her and everyone hates me. I get death threats and shit. I then woke up. I wanted to see how it would end so I went back to sleep. I also go looking for her, but no one finds her. Weeks later police say that I’m not in any trouble since there’s evidence that I didn’t kill her or anything. Everyone at school though wants me dead. A week later when I just can’t take it Shane Dawson (yeah hi welcome to my weird but at the same time not weird dreams) is like “I’m doing a documentary on you!” We then do an interview and I tell him my side and how much everyone hates me. A week later I kill myself in the dream, and Shane Dawson puts out the documentary the next day showing that I truly was innocent.
This is also the opposite, but one time I had a dream that I was in my hometown airport, a pretty big one when suddenly shooting started happening down the terminal. I used to work at an airport so I found the nearest worker and had them open the nearest door out onto the tarmac. We started evacuating people as the shooting came closer. Somehow I was the last person to go through the door. When I reached the tarmac, there wasn’t a single person in sight. Even the noises from inside the airport had stopped. Up above me, the clouds were blacker than night, and purple lightning was striking frequently. As I walked out into the middle of the tarmac staring into the heavens, airplanes started crashing down all around me very cinematically. Honestly, the sight took my breath away, and not in a good way. It was very dreadful and dramatic, I can still see it in my head if I focus. I woke up just as a 737 crashed right on top of me. I have a pretty crazy imagination.
My situation was a bit different. I was once having a pretty vivid nightmare about a zombie apocalypse. In the dream, I was running from a horde and I ducked into a random house. Time then passed, in the dream, and I put my head down to rest while I listened to growls coming from outside. At that exact second I woke up. I was relieved that it was just a dream because it seemed so real. However, about 10 minutes later I fell back to sleep and the dream actually resumed. I remember thinking “oh my God this isn’t a dream” within the dream. The rest was even more vivid and terrifying because I was convinced it was real.
That was a pretty tough night but it was interesting how my dream managed to resume itself, and it did it in such a way that I was convinced the incident was actually happening. My small 10-minute wake-up period seemed like a dream.
I awoke in a white bed, in a white house/plantation house/pantheon-type building. I do not understand how all 3 buildings could coexist as one but my head made it so. I got out of bed and noticed I was wearing a red flannel, blue jeans, and had short hair.
I walked outside. All I could see was fog and a few pine trees. There was a slight breeze in the air. Air grazed my face gently and cooly sending goose bumps down my arms. Then I noticed, I was standing on a moon pool. I looked down at it, the stars and moon shined down in such a pale blue haze. I looked up and noticed a slender figure at the edge of the fog
I watched as it…no her getting closer I began to make her out with more and more detail. She had long black silky hair that swayed gently with the breeze, a few more feet I noticed she was wearing a white dress, and then when the lack of fog revealed her true form, did I notice her pale skin. She had an oval and very beautiful face
We stared each other in the eyes, then she says to me “It’s time to go” in a soft but commanding way. I tell her “No…not yet” in a stern, but unhostile tone. We just exchange glances at each other for well over a few moments. her eyes scream you’re going to regret this but I hold to my decision. Just then I notice a little demon dog thing by her side.
Then I woke up…in a cold sweat… in the middle of the night…as 9-year-old me. I had dreamt I was much older than I actually was. I wanted to go back so bad and figure out what it all meant where did she want to take me, why had I stepped into that body? To this day this dream lies in my head vivid as the night it happened.
I had a dream a few years back that I was at this party and met a girl. We hit it off, and really connected on a lot of things…but then it hit me: I was dreaming.
I told her that I was bummed because I just realized it was a dream. She didn’t believe me, so I asked her what her last name was. She just stared at me blankly. I told her she didn’t know cuz my brain hadn’t given her a last name, but that we should just enjoy the time we had together.
Then I woke up and fell back to sleep.
I was at another house party. I remember walking around sort of aimlessly until I saw her. She remembered me and we spent the rest of the dream hanging out and holding hands and whatnot.
…Afterwards, it kinda f*cked me up for a few days.
Ok, so I was dreaming of something weird that actually turned into the concept for a story I’m writing.
So there were two islands that were shaped almost like crescent moons. The inner parts of the moons faced each other creating a circle of ocean between them.
There were two big nations each with smaller settlements trying to win their affection and trust. The smaller settlements were trying to get in the good favor of the big cities for protection.
In the center of the islands was a large sea monster that occasionally attacked the people so they had huge walls with monster heads on them to try and deter it.
Each city had its own politics, societal views, traditions, etc… The coolest thing in my opinion was that even though the cities competed against each other, they still worked together to have a stable economy and made sure each other had the materials to withstand the attacks.
I wanted to know more when I woke up. I wrote down everything I could remember and around a year later I’m still adding to the setting. Just got 10,000 words today and I’m actually really happy about it.
I just had a vivid dream of my best friend coming out as gay and us getting married and everyone being super supportive. It gave me tingles all over.
Funny thing is that neither of us is gay so it was just sort of a weird happy alternate timeline.
One recent dream was that I was laying in my bed with my hands behind my head and one leg folded under the other just relaxing. Next, a woman appears in my room. I feel the sensation of butterflies, attraction, bliss, anxiety, and a sense of love. She moves slowly towards my bed while I am struck by total admiration and fear at the same time. I cannot speak or utter any movement. She slowly and seductively crawls into bed at the edge of my feet. I am able to speak but cannot muster any sensible words. Only murmurs and stutters. All my sensations are intensifying and I am so anxious. It’s finally happening. I have found my soulmate. Yet I cannot do anything. She keeps drawing nearer to my face. She whispers “I want us” as she grins. She then says “let’s talk for hours.” I nervously smile. She is almost right next to me and then I wake up. Lying in the exact same position in my dream sweaty, alone, and disheartened.
Okay so I didn’t wake up in the middle of this dream, I actually got through most of this dream, and decided that it had to end before it could actually end. If that doesn’t make much sense, I understand, so here’s the story:
A few years back, I was going through a rough time, so to try and relax I decided to just take an afternoon nap. My dream started off in a white void where some lady at a reception desk told me I was dreaming, and because I was stressed out and a lot of my work bore no fruit, I was just borderline depressed. The lady at the desk said that she works for a dream company or something that operates between reality and dreams and that they usually extend their services towards people who find themselves incredibly stressed, and allow them to have full control over their dreams so that at least in their dreams they can relax. However, they only provide their services a single time for one person. She continued to tell me that I would be allowed full control over my dream and proceeded to give me a lesson on the time difference between reality and dream time. She then gave me a contract that basically said that I would be in this dream for 3 dream years, if I somehow managed to die, I’d wake up, if I decided I wanted to wake up, everything I do in the dream would be undone and would wake up, a whole bunch of stuff like that. After that, she told me that she had to make sure that I didn’t do anything TOO extreme that could harm my mind, so she would act as my supervisor.
When I was given full control of my dream, I was basically able to do God-level tasks, created my own universe and personally developed galaxies and solar systems. Just so I wouldn’t waste time, all of those tasks were done on a planetary scale of Sim City. I spent the first “year” of the dream crafting my ideal reality and making countless celestial bodies, at a certain point I even designed and brought to life various species’ and personally created certain humans. I got to be the God of my own universe.
During the second “year”, I watched most of my creations bloom and evolve all on their own. But there was one solar system I grew incredibly fond of. To fully immerse myself in that experience, I decided to give myself a human form and explore the planets I had created, but instead of the eyes of a god, I saw it from the perspective of a human. But I didn’t want to waste my 3 years, so since I was in full control of everything, I manipulated time so that I could experience a lifetime in the span of a few seconds of the 3 years I was given, but this was only in effect when I was in human form. My supervisor was always near my side so that I wouldn’t be alone and end up doing anything extreme, but she allowed me to do this, as I wasn’t breaking the rules of the contract, just bending it. I witnessed the evolution of my planet’s life and the development of its civilization. I wandered the planet which I populated with ruins, fictional like creatures, and wondrous environments, and even explored the cities my creations built. I interacted with the people I created, various races, like demi-humans, intelligent monsters, etc. A total anime kinda thing. I traveled from planet to planet and experienced a science fictional life or traversing the stars, and discovering new species. My supervisor was like a traveling buddy and we ended up becoming good friends. So in my second year, I lived for thousands of years exploring my universe, alongside a friend.
Unfortunately, at the near end of the second year, a galactic war broke out, and people caught on to who I was and tried to hunt me down as they saw me as a failed creator. My own creations sought my destruction, and I didn’t have the heart to destroy everything that I created, I loved the reality I made, and erasing it would’ve broken my heart. However, that wasn’t enough to stop them from trying to kill me. If I were killed, I’d immediately wake up, so I decided to just get away while I could. But to my dismay, my supervisor got caught in the crossfire and was fatally injured. Even though I had full control, I was unable to heal her as she told me that since she was not part of the dream I was in control of, my power has no effect on her. So I did the only thing I could think of at the moment. I ended my dream 1 year early. Since as I stated earlier, if I were to do that, everything that happened in the dream, its existence, and its effects would be undone; if I were to end my dream now, she wouldn’t die. I watched my creation, my ideal universe disappear before my eyes. Even though I didn’t have the heart to do it before, I had to convince myself that they were all just figments of my imagination and that they weren’t real. Just seconds before its complete disappearance, I bid farewell to my world.
After everything was gone, I found myself back in the white void with the girl waiting for me. Thanking me that I gave up the 1 year of near omnipotence I had to save her life. Even though she was grateful, she was upset that that meant the contract was broken, and “they” failed to fully accomplish their goal and fully relieve me of my stress. She blamed herself that such an experience was cut short because of her injury. I told her that it was alright, and that “All dreams end anyway and that I probably would’ve spent my last year screwing around anyway”. She then proceeded to explain to me that I was beginning to wake up and that I may not find my way back to this room ever again. Even though we spent so much time together, became close friends, and shared many experiences together, we both held back on a tearful goodbye. She got up, bowed, and said, “Thanks for coming, I wish you good fortune when you wake up, and I hope to see you again.” After that, everything went white.
I immediately woke up afterwards and didn’t feel stressed or tired at all. I have full memories of the dream and decided to get to work with an optimistic attitude. Though I still have my ups and downs, I’ve noticed, that ever since that dream, I’ve been having fun and just enjoying my life. But that was the greatest dream I have ever had.
I was introduced to a daughter I never knew I had. I can’t recall why I didn’t remember having her, but she was introduced by my parents. She was about a year and a half old and when she saw me had the biggest smile on her face and begin clapping with excitement. I was obviously in disbelief, we sat there and stared at each other for a long time as I held her. She was to this day the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. I started crying in my dream, from the moment I saw her I felt the most intense love I have ever felt in my life.
When I woke up I was still crying. It’s kind of strange as I always considered myself not wanting to have children. I’m not gonna lie I secretly hoped I would have the dream again, but never did. Still can make out her face to this day.
I once dreamt that people all over the world were finding identical strangers, and shortly afterwards one of the two would go missing.
In my dream, a real friend told me that whatever is causing these disappearances was located in Downtown Toronto. So myself and a small group of friends (some real life, some made up, there were around eight of us) convince a school bus driver to drive us to Downtown Toronto. I woke up before we got there. I still don’t know what was causing these disappearances.
I was upstairs in my room in my house. The hallway from my room paths straight for about 20 feet and then turns 90 degrees to the right. The upstairs hallway continues for about the same amount of length and the stairs go downstairs at a hairpin turn to the right. Instead of having a wall be next to the top platform of the stairs, the landing continued. On that platform, I saw my mom’s older sister & her daughter playing with her kid. As I watch them play on the carpet of this landing, it seemed as if we were outside playing in the grass but on the carpet at the same time. As I approach them I notice that in the corner of my eye, I notice something at the bottom of the stairs.
I look back down the hairpin to follow the rail of the stairs that banks back to the left. At the bottom of the stairs, offset by a few feet, I see a wooden park bench. It was oak & old, with that greyed-out color from age & weathering. Rustic and rusted it stood there. I turn to look at it straight on and on the bench I see my grandmother. .. sitting there enjoying some breeze & the grassy interior that was now my house. I turn back to my cousin, her kid, and my aunt and say, “do you see her?” And point turning back to my grandmother. I see her straight on and she’s still doing the same thing, enjoying the breeze and air. They say, “who? Who are you talking about?”
I turn back and say, “it’s Medzmama (grandmother in Armenian), it’s Medzmama right there!” And point to the bottom where she is. They say no one is there & are looking where I am pointing exactly. I turn back to look and she is there. I said forget them I’m going to go to her. I ran down the stairs and as I ran I truly felt myself becoming a kid again, like a small incompetent motor skill-equipped kid, running down flooding with joy to see those who love me and I loved them. I got to her at the bottom and embraced her in the most warm hug the world left and I was crying in her arms. She looked different, much younger and fuller. When I looked up at her (I’m a 6’5 man, and she was a 5’9 woman, hence the child-like feeling), she just looked at me like she had for the 15 years I knew her.
The most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had. I’ve had dreams of my grandmother since her passing, but they have diminished the further I get from the day she passed away. This was the first dream that she was in 7 years, completely out of nowhere and made me cry joyfully that morning. Told my parents & my mom (my grandmother in this dream is her mom) teared up and said, “I’m glad she came to you to protect you.”
When she passed away, I had this “missing hug feeling.” Sounds silly but I yearned for her hug again and how she had protected me. That lasted for months when she had left us. The hug portion of this dream… Was a trip, it was integral and nothing I could have foreseen or predicted. This dream was in October 2018. Weird to be a grown man and have this come through. Miss you Medzmama, and thank you for visiting me I’ll see you again, God is good
I won the lotto or something but I was driving a Ferrari to my friend’s house. When I get there, somehow his whole driveway had even more Ferrari and we each had our own. Then we were racing to the airport; when we got there we get in the helicopter, and then we were immediately flying over one of Hawaii’s volcanoes. Then we were on a beach and someone said Thailand and we all got on a private jet and we’re flying to Thailand. On the plane were some really attractive girls that we went to high school with. Then I Woke Up.
Bruh.
I was in a courtyard in New York. (Never been there.) And I was talking to the most fascinating dog I’ve ever seen he looked like a mix between a boxer and a pug. But we just sat there and I asked him questions about dogs and he gave me some quite astonishing answers like how dogs only have love in their heart for humans and just things like that. Then I abruptly woke up and wanted to go back to sleep to ask him more questions but I never had that dream again.
I had a dream where everyone else in the world could fly except me who could only jump really high at varying heights, everyone kept telling me I could do it if I just try so I kept at it for what felt like days slowly getting higher and higher but always falling back down. One time I jumped higher than I had ever before, and then woke up.
I had a dream the night before an interview I was nervous about and it was about the interview. I answered all the questions and thought it went great and as soon as I got to the part when they were going to tell me how I did, I woke up. I tried to go back to sleep but didn’t have time. Got the job though!
The end of the world on a beach. I was getting ice cream for my family, when suddenly the sun went purple, started spinning and fell behind the horizon. All the sky followed, replaced by darkness. Gravity broke, we went down and couldn’t move anymore. All the world around us started to flatten inexorably, slowly drifting towards the dark rift at the end.
A voice started to call different names and people got sucked into the night. Suddenly it was my turn, I glided to the edge freaking out and as I fell over the horizon, I realized I didn’t have a body anymore.
I was just a gaze travelling in space. It lasted a very long time. We passed all the beautiful planets and slowly left the solar system. Then we travelled across the galaxy and left it too.
Somewhere far ahead, in the total darkness, faint lights started to appear. Stars and constellations I never saw before. I knew at this moment that they were waiting for us, and even if it takes forever, we will reach them. And once we do, ALL our questions will be answered, and finally, we’ll know. What’s out there and why we exist.
We were getting closer and closer. Almost there, I could feel it won’t be so long.
And then my brain chose to wake up.
I desperately thought “no no no not now, just a moment more!” – but it was too late, the dream was gone. I was so pissed. Sometimes I think my own brain laughs at me.
I had a dream about being in high school again and getting out for a smoke (nothing weird about that). I don’t have my own cigarettes so I come up to two girls sitting on a bench near the school building and ask them for a smoke. One of them lends me a cigarette and for some reason says something along the lines of “Thanks for the bag, by the way”. I’m slightly confused but then quickly remember that a couple of days ago I’ve seen this girl in the school corridor rip her backpack really bad, stuff falling out of it, etc, and I gave her a plastic bag to at least gather her things and store them somewhere.
I say “No problem, that was nothing”, and suddenly the other girl tells the first one: “Hey, you also wanted to talk to her about something else, remember?”. The first girl gets all awkward and is like “Ohhh, it’s nothing, I’m sure, but I feel like someone’s been watching and following you ever since that day”. Surely, I’m being all “erm, what now?”. The girl quickly looks around, and says “can’t talk here, find me on Facebook”. And the dream ends. Man, I was so disappointed I didn’t get to the bottom of who’s been watching me.
This happened to me a week ago, went to a new cafe with my friends. Friends sat down and ordered while I went to the self-service part. Grabbed a bowl to put in rice, beans, chicken, etc. I swear it would take every 10 minutes to pour each ingredient into the bowl. Finally, put everything in it, I was literally walking towards the table and BOOM. Mom comes into the room to wake me up. I told her in a sleepy voice “WhY’d U wAkE mE uP I WaS aBoUt To EaT mY bOwL.” Let’s just say she was very confused.
That I was dating my best friend’s sister’s best friend. I admire her through Instagram and I think she is just so damn cool.
I’m a BI girl who leans more towards men but after that dream, I’m embracing the same sex more now.