I almost never remember my dreams, hardly ever. But every few months I have this sequence of strange dreams. In them, I’m living in a universe where, at some point, a kind of fascist regime has taken over. It is very retro and "normal" in a way: conservative, classist (with social classes very clearly defined), "meritocratic" but not really, patriarchal. Basically a dictatorship placed in today’s world rather than in sci-fi or in history.

For some reason, I always have to marry a high ranking official (sometimes it’s an ex or someone connected to me). Since I studied at the most expensive university in my country, it somehow makes sense within the dream. It’s like I’m being forced into it. I always feel trapped, but not completely.

The dream goes into a lot more detail, and I’ve had a sequence of at least five to ten different dreams about this world. For some reason, this man is always both my saviour from the regime and the one who traps me. The house we live in is big, but not a mansion. It’s cozy. It feels like home, but I also feel alienated. It’s strange and it feels very real.

Hello I'm Jesse I'm new here but would like help developing m lucid dreaming I have to start by telling y'all my spelling sucks and I've been kicked out of spaces for it.........anyway I have been lucid dreaming since I was a child I'm 45 now iv learned how to pause my dreams 2 ways I can squeeze my eyes closed for a second or making the T with my hands I can also fly at will by slowly flapping my arms sometimes even when I know I'm dreaming they don't work usually it's nightmares I have to confess I do like the nightmares usually it's about zombies and I can feel the rough grip of the weapon the smell of the burned gunpowder the heat off the spent rounds the heat of the sun and stickyness of my shirt even the deep breaths I take I can read in my dreams and remember what I read and recall it but only in dreams I can pull a random item and read it I need help to develop my lucid ness any help will be nice I have several dreams that continue from dream to dream even now I can feel the grip of my weapon

I was sitting at dinner with my mom. She made penne alla vodka, a personal fave. We didn’t talk much, just ate and sat across from each other in a familiar yet unfamiliar house. Not quite liminal space-y, but definitely unfamiliar, yet cozy. Almost like a movie set…

At one point she asked how I was doing. I said I was fine. It felt quiet, but comfortable.

I had a dream I was peaking raw eggs for salary in my dream, any meaning for this please help.

Hello again! I just woke up from a lovely catnap where I had a dream I was walking down a path lined with tall trees in a quaint neighborhood. The air felt crisp, like late autumn, and the ground was covered in dry leaves. I felt like a child again, and with every step I took, the leaves made a satisfying crunch under my shoes.

It felt less like a dream and more like a memory, though I can’t place where I’ve ever been on that path before. Just me, the trees, and the steady rhythm of the leaves...

#Fall #Leaves #Nature

I dream a lot. i even have developed some protocols for the dreams i want to have.

If i want "premonitory" dreams i wake up early, when the first birds sing, meditate and go sleep again. I focus on the birds singing.

If im looking for self development, i thought of "the girl" that guides me through.

Also i do something different for nightmares.

Today dream was a not scheduled (like most).

"I was going out with friends on a road trip, but suddenly i saw my reflection when i looked up to the sky. There was a ulcer on my face. I took a photo of it and ask for the google what it was, it showed me that it was donne by a wasp sting and soon new wasps would be born. I looked for a key to get out of my room and ask for help, but a confusion made me drop it, just in time for the wasps be born and attack me. Finally i had clarity again, took the key in hand openned the door and wake up."

At first i was at an oppen field than i was in a room.

I have some ideas. But i wanted to hear yours.

Good dreams, Ubiracy.

Yeah, had been at least a few months since dreaming about her, but this dream has been even more special, will say why at the end.

We were in Mexico City, chasing down an entity, shapeless, as far as I knew

We ended up in a party in the house where I lived for a couple of my teen years, where my sister was born, it was my grandma's house(My step dad's mom), we spent a little time there but we were vigilant of said entity, which we knew had hidden there.

Party ended, everyone went inside(House was huge) and Jessica went into the house

TLDR, description of the house until next split

It was mid tier housing, not top notch materials and such, but you could say it was a small mansion, weirdly built but it was about 20 mts front and 40 back

On the ground floor the right side was all parking spaces, 4 of them, then a service room on the back

On the left side there was a living room, then the kitchen with a walk in pantry, a small bathroom, and then the dining room, then the secondary living room(TBF the couches there were better than the ones in the main living room, which originally was a reception area) and then there was, originally a medium sized garden, then converted to a huge room when my grandma was unable to walk up the stairs, in my dream the room was not there, it was still the garden

2nd floor had 1 large bathroom, shared by 3 bedrooms, and then the massive main bedroom with its own bathroom, it was smaller as it didn't go over either the garden or 2/3 of the parking spots, only the main room went over it and it was, as said, 1/3 of the length)

So again, Jessica went in, she had her work cut out for her with 40+ people in the house.

I stayed outside to investigate the garden and service room... I saw a small entity, then realized that it looked like one of the ceramic gnomes in the garden, I called to it and it looked at me and growled, then ran at me but it was not attacking me, was trying to run between my legs to get back to the garden.

I caught him and... he turned into some sort of container, like a tetra pack, and inside it there was some sort of plant, I knew it was a carnivorous plant but none that I had seen in my waking reality.

The plant was conical, and had some sort of goo coming out from its pulsating mouth, was white-green and had a flat tongue like Style(Like, the part of the pistil of the flower), and that thing was coming out, like tasting around, then I noticed that it got cut in half, diagonally, and I started wondering if the spirit had possessed the thing and was torturing it(IDK where the thought came from lol) then I saw that the plant was melting, I yucked and threw it down, it all turned into goo.

Then something happened that had NEVER EVER happened in my dreams with Jessica, Nadya was there(my dog, I started dreaming about Jessica and our inter-dimensional antics about 3-5 years before I found Nadya), she came out of the house, chipper, dancing while approaching me

I knew she had come to help me sniff the entity out, it was out here, not in the house.

She started sniffing the air around a wall organizer and I started pulling out the drawers of the containers(they were like those cheap plastic drawer containers you can buy in a supermarket for cheap) and started spilling the contents in the table, then it happened.

I started feeling weird, like something was watching me, but I could not turn around, Nadya was now sniffing at me, tail wagging but vigilant, and I started feeling weird, then I started hearing a musical humming, like the music that the UFOs make in "Close encounters of the 3rd kind" but they were humming the song "Mama" from Mexican child group-turned pop group that was a sensation in mexico in the early 90s "Timbiriche"(Beautiful melody to be sure) and then voila, I woke up...

Having Nadya in the dream, it felt like, gonna say what I though at that moment, felt like the real Jessica was about to find the IRL me and come to get me and Nadya both... which would not be good, if you read my previous dream explanation about Jessica, whenever we cross to another dimension in ALL the dreams I have had with her, it is because the previous dimension's Earth has died and the EOTW is coming to whichever dimension we come to next, like we HAVE the ability to open interdimensional portals, but just to planets directly connected by end of the world events. So that would not be nice for this one 0.o

I was in a quiet city with my mum. The streets were still, like something was paused. We found ourselves wandering through an old graveyard, the kind where names are worn down by time. I noticed something strange — a few headstones had small keys tucked beneath the engraved names. Not hidden, just… waiting.

We ended up at a church. It wasn’t bustling, but there was a kind of procession happening — not loud, but organized. Groups were taking turns giving speeches, almost like part of a ritual or silent competition. Everyone moved in quiet lines, as if following an invisible thread. My mum was there too, involved in it all somehow. At the front stood two Aboriginal people, leading the ceremony. Their presence felt deeply significant, like they were holding open a door between worlds

Later, I found myself walking alone down a deserted road. I came to a room — open to the street, like a long bar or alfresco area with a wide window. Inside, people were seated in rows, all turned away from me. I spoke briefly to a man standing near the doorway. The moment he replied — his voice loud and sudden — every single person turned to look at me in unison. I didn’t stop. I kept walking.

Then — a raindrop. Cold and specific. It landed on the top of my head. I looked up. The sky was close — too close — and the clouds were sliding overhead in unnatural patterns, low enough to touch. They weren’t behaving like clouds anymore.

And in that moment, I knew: I’m dreaming.

The second I realised it — I woke up.

I’ve had recurring dreams since childhood where I return to the same vast, surreal structure—like a shopping mall, but impossibly large. It’s built entirely of white stone or marble, stretching across endless levels. Escalators, lifts, and corridors spiral through it in a kind of architectural maze. All the shops are closed—dark, sealed, or vacant—yet faint elevator-style music plays softly, echoing throughout the space. Despite being abandoned, it feels strangely maintained, like a preserved relic…very backrooms.

I’m with a small group searching for supplies. There’s a sense of post-apocalyptic urgency, but it’s not panicked—more like quiet survival. We mention heading to the cafeteria, which I instinctively know is located in one of the lowest, closest basement levels. I feel confident about the way down, as if I’ve done this before. As we descend, I pick up a single can of beans. The shelves are empty. We feel desperate, but focused.

At some point, I wander from the group and find a strange staircase that leads to nowhere. Beneath it, I notice a narrow crawlspace, just wide enough for me to shuffle through on all fours. The passage is tight and uncomfortable, but I push through. On the other side, the space suddenly opens.

I find myself in a vast hidden chamber—at least four stories high, brightly lit with no visible light source. Around the edges of the room are pairs of people, each quietly huddled together. They come from different cultures—one pair I clearly recall were Orthodox Jewish men rocking in prayer like at the Wailing Wall. None of them speak to me or even acknowledge my presence. They all face a towering glass wall that spans the entire height of the chamber.

Outside the glass is chaos: a blackened sky, fireballs raining down, mountains exploding in the distance. A massive comet crashes into the ground, and I feel a deep rumble beneath my feet, yet the glass doesn’t shatter. The chamber stays silent except for that same eerie, echoing mall music.

In that moment, I realize this structure may not be built into a mountain after all—it might be something else entirely. A spaceship? A hidden base? A simulation? The atmosphere shifts from dreamlike to cosmic. I feel stunned that I was unaware of this devastation until now—as though the mall had been a buffer or veil.

This dream has recurred many times over the years. I always seem to remember my way around. I never feel fear—just the unsettling sensation of returning to something forgotten, as if I’ve walked this path before. 

I already posted about repetitive dreams of a guy keeps showing up, I don’t have updates on that him. Though He still shows up sometimes, slipping into my dreams wearing different faces but I always know it’s him. I recognize the way he moves, the energy he brings. No matter how he appears, the feeling he leaves behind never changes: safety, comfort, familiarity… like I've known him forever.

But this post isn’t about him.

It’s about a place also I've seen multiple times.

I’ve been dreaming of this same place for years since I was a kid. It’s a town with narrow streets and flickering orange lights. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes the water flows beside the roads. There are stairways everywhere and doors I keep opening like i need to be somewhere.

Each dream has new pattern and the people, there they’re all tall, unfamiliar, and I always have the feeling I shouldn’t talk to them. I don’t ask for directions. I just keep walking, like I know where I’m going even though when I wake up, I never really remember the destination. I always wake up before I reach that final place in the town.

I often regret what I wore in the dream, like white shoes when it rains like I wasn’t ready to be there. And there's always this unease, this pressure like I'm running out of time or trying to find something before it disappears.

What freaks me out is how vivid and consistent it all is.

I’ve had these dreams on and off for years, and they’ve stayed weirdly consistent. So I don’t think it’s about stress or my mental health. I just… don’t know why it keeps coming back.