My "dream" started off about me walking towards the woods and all around me is everything in nature that I love. There is the woods, the beach, rivers, lots of trees and its just the most beautiful place. (I have never seen this place irl I think I made it up) Anyway I make it to this storage unit looking thing in the woods. And it’s filled with every single thing Ive ever owned in my lifetime. Pictures, objects, objects that remind me of other people, etc… I start looking around at everything and getting sad because I have a lot of trauma and I can’t remember a lot of things from my childhood so it just brought sadness up. After looking at some of the stuff I keep moving to try and find my family or even just another person. I search the whole island and nobody is there. There is no electronics, no food, no towns, just nature. It doesn't even appear to have animals.

And the whole time the dream is happening I am feeling a crazy feeling like this is real. I have had this dream twice now. For some reason I am associating this dream with death. Has anybody else ever had a dream like this?

I was on an adventure to save the world. I met a dragon! He was my best friend. Somehow I knew he was male. He was like a piece of me. He was huge, I could ride him! He had blue-silver scales. Reminded me of silver. He reminded me of celestial bodies or stars. He was sleek, but strong and muscled. He had one long gracefully recurve horn. It looked like a Cresent moon. I remember riding on his back through the sky. It was the best feeling ever. I felt so free. I still recall his massive wings as we soared through the sky. I held onto his neck, his scales were smooth and cool. We flew through clouds and it was delightful. It was like we had known each other for years. Almost like meeting your spirit guide. I was so happy on his back. I have never felt so much joy and happiness in my life. I was brave and adventurous, I knew we'd succeed in our journey. I had no doubts. I felt completely safe with him. Somehow I knew his element was air. We were connected to the wind. It was beautiful. The dragon's name was Storm. Honestly, best dream ever and when I woke up I was so disappointed lol. I actually still miss him...my bestie.

I had a dream that I was by a pool outside in a backyard at night. It had a porch and the pool was lit up as well. I notice a white rabbit wiggling its nose smelling the chlorine in it but I know that it’s not good for it. The rabbit starts moving closer and closer towards it till it falls in the pool and before I could catch it I wake up.

What do white rabbits/ bunnies symbolize in dreams because I kept getting ai overview on google

My childhood dreams were recurring, always based on places I’d been or childhood homes I’d lived in—but warped, as if poorly remembered. The layouts were slightly off, or the interiors felt unnaturally vast. One recurring dream took place in my grandma’s house, a large lakeside home I visited often as a kid. In the dream, the layout twisted into something strange: instead of the usual entrance leading to stairs down to the living area, there was a grand staircase with walkways lining the upper walls near the roof. They led to different parts of the house, but something always felt wrong. This setting appeared in many childhood nightmares. In one, I’d stand in a hallway with darkness at the end. When I tried to step forward, my legs wouldn’t move. Dread would overwhelm me as the darkness crept closer, and just before it reached me, I’d wake up. Sometimes, the dream shifted to a room with a large glass window and sliding door beside the bed. Outside was pure darkness and endless torrential rain. I felt something lurking there but couldn’t move from the bed. I’d watch, waiting for something to emerge—but nothing ever did. Still, I knew it was there. As always, I woke up before anything happened. Like right before the climax, I'd suddenly awaken in a cold sweat. It’s strange. I always wondered what monster actually lurked. Maybe it was my brain protecting me from the horrors. I guess I'm thankful for that.

In another recurring dream, I explored an abandoned urban area—like a canal. It started normally, as if I were just a child discovering something new. But this nightmare was far more intense than any others. I’d wander until I found a vertical pipe covered in rusted grates, large enough for a person. Inside, a ladder descended deep into darkness. Every time, I felt an urge to climb down, even though I knew something lurked below. Like I was being beckoned by some creature. Despite my fear, I’d open the grate and descend, lower and lower, until I reached a vast sewer system. Once I reached the bottom, I would see a dark tunnel infront of me. Overwhelming terror seized me. I could hear groaning, and strange noises calling me forward. I wanted to climb back up, but couldn’t, as if something prevented me. This was usually where it ended. This monster wouldn't fully show itself, but before anything happened.. I'd wake up. But sometimes, the dream changed. After descending, an orange light illuminated a small radius around me, and no presence that anything was there. Instead of waking up, I’d explore the maze, passing through rusted doors or staircases, until I found a drawer. When I opened it, dread consumed me until then something reached out from the darkness within. A slender, thin white arm that was wrinkled and old. The hand, with long fingers, grabbing me and pulling me within. I’d wake up immediately. The only way I really cracked this nightmare, was by lucidity. I once stared into the drawer with bravery in my heart, and the fiery determination to face the threat. But, the hand was no longer present. Except, a mere gold coin would be inside. That was it. I never had that dream again. Other times, I couldn’t wake up. I knew I was dreaming but couldn’t open my eyes. Trapped in the dark maze, I’d curl into a ball, eyes shut, listening to the noises around me. Something was there, but I couldn’t bear to look. I would wake up soon, after struggling to get my eyes open. I've had many other dreams where I realized I was dreaming, but couldn't wake up. It's such a weird feeling.

I don't get these dreams anymore. But, I had them quite frequently when I was a kid along with many others. Always some kind of location that was very unnaturally large or with many rooms. Never complete nonsense, and it always interested me that my dreams are like this.

I had this dream last night where I was in a fish store looking at a tank with some fish inside it. But one fish was really strange, and quite different. A yellow fish, with a face that was unlike any fish I've seen. With forward facing eyes, that were merely just circular, white and with pinpoint black eyes that protruded outwards from stalk-like protrusions from its head. In addition, this fish was incredibly aggressive. It would swim around to the other fish in the tank, casually taking chunks out of them, and I recall seeing a still living fish with its pink flesh and spine visible. It would go to all the other fish and completely rip them to shreds. This fish would do this to every single fish inside the tank. At the end, it then noticed a fish that was buried in the sand, some kind of flat fish, and it would try escaping into the sand. But this carnivorous aggressive fish would use its fins to dig it from the sand before completely ripping it apart. After it was lone, the dream just shifted my view to a different tank which was dry. Except, the same fish would be in this dry tank but it had bulbous proportions. There were two of them in this tank. The adjacent tank from before, now had a different appearing fish sort of like an Oscar. I remember I looked up the name of this fish, but I cannot remember what it was called. The dream ended shortly after I had witnessed these events.

My dream starts with me at a water park of some kind. I'm walking around looking at the various slides and platforms to play on. I look down and notice I'm wearing red swim trunks walking on a white tiled floor with black grout. I notice my keys in my red spiraled band on my wrist are gone. I begin to retrace my steps looking for them. Then I check my pockets and find them. I decide to head back towards the entrance and spot a carousel cafe and arcade. I enter and see a circular dining area with blue carpet and dining tables in blue synthetic leather. The room in spinning true to the carousel name and food is all over the floor because of the spinning. I make my way over to the games and look over them. And arcade version of DOOM catches my attention and I spend time looking over it's wall of replica weapons from the game. I decide to leave and spend a lot of time walking a labyrinth of halls to find the entrance. I finally find the foyer room that is white tiled with brown walls and brass trims. I take my phone out to use it and it won't cooperate with me eventually the camera comes on and I see a shadowy mass encircling the woman next to me orbiting her like electrons. I come to the conclusion that the band on her arm is causing some kind of interference. I decide to finally leave and push on the door but it won't budge. I grow tired of walking around and I start to become lucid, I eye the glass and figure i can charge through it. I heaved myself forward into the glass and shattered without much fanfare; but I hit the darkness in the other side ensnaring me only to give way immediately and leave me standing back into the halls I took to get back.

This time I already know the way and make haste for the foyer; charging the glass door aginan as soon as it's with in sight and gives with even less of a fuss than the last time but just as the time before that darkness catches me holding me softly, almost losing my lucidity, I snap back in the hallways again.

Once more I set forth to the foyer but this time my wife's there. I come up behind her with relief and give embrace. It doesn't feel right, I turn her around and it looks like her but I know it's not. She says to me

"There isn't enough ink of creation. This fight will cost everything you have."

I replied

"I fight so I don't lose all that I have"

The woman with the visage of my wife says a final warning but I can't make it out. I charge again but not at the door, it doesn't even have glass in the frame this time. This time I charge the darkness and it catches me again and swaddles me in it's embrace. I start to feel paralyzed and I struggle to move, feeling my muscles twitch with effort but none the less uncompliant. The darkness won't abate this time so I struggle against numbness with more and more effort, taking in as much breath as fast as I can; feeling my cheeks slack and oscillating with each breath eventually I wake my self.

#lucid #liminal space

I just woke up from a nap and in my dream I was sitting at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee. It was early morning, and the house was quiet. Outside the window, the sky was a soft gray, like it had just finished raining.

I looked up and saw a group of little birds gathered on the windowsill. Not just one or two, there must’ve been a dozen of them. They weren’t scared of me, they just sat there doing what birds do best. A few tapped gently at the glass with their beaks.

One of them had a bit of red on its chest. I remember thinking how familiar it looked, but still haven't figured out why...

I didn’t try to open the window or scare them off or anything. I just sat there with my coffee, watching them as they were watching me. It felt peaceful. Like they came to check in.

#Birds #Peaceful #Animal

In my dream it was Mother’s Day but also my birthday and me, my mom, and my dad were all in a large gas station looking at greeting cards. My dad holds up a card with three cartoon chickens in bonnets pecking at glitter that said something like “Happy Cluckin’ Birthday, Mama!” and we both started laughing and then I woke up LOL

I went for a night run last night and kept looking at the moon, and I think that made me dream about it. Anyway:

The dream started normal, but during the day. I was opening the door to let my dog out and saw the moon hovering in my (tiny) backyard. It was only about the size of a yoga ball. Every time I turned away, it would float a little higher. I started to get really stressed as I would switch between watching my dog and watching the moon. I didn't know where to put my focus on more, and was getting really worked up in the dream. Then I think my body had enough and forced me awake.

Definitely a #stress dream...

Last night i "woke up" in my bed, i could see that my whole room is in deep blueish light (like i have a blue colored light bulb turned on). I felt my eyes were closed, but i could still see my whole room. in front of my bed there is my door and it was slightly open and a yellow light could be seeing from the other side.

After realizing I'm dreaming i felt an uneasy sensation, like something is trying to pull me out from my chest, soon after that i saw what appear to be a set of eyes looking directly into my own eyes, and the first thought i had was "i can see my own eyes". My eyes were as wide as i can open them, my pupils were small and the color of my eyes were glowing shimmering white, i thought to myself "what is happening to me?" and then i realized something is trying to "get" in me or pull me out. I started to "call" for my mother, i called her repeatedly (I wrote "called" because i knew i was only calling her in my mind, no one could hear me and i hoped she would hear me "telepathically" and come to help me).

After a few seconds, i felt my upper body get slammed on the mattress, made me realize i was slightly levitating above my bed. After that i could feel my heart racing and then the levitation happened again, this time i was aware of what's going on and it was less intense.. seconds after that i woke up for real, i started to chant a prayer i say when i feel bad entities around, rolled over and continued to sleep immediately.

It was a bit weird to me that i went back to sleep so quickly and that i was able to fall asleep in seconds after that dream! but i felt so tired and couldn't do anything else.

I never had anything like that happen to me, i was certain it was a spirit or entity of some kind, i felt lucky when i woke up in the morning because i felt like i was really close to lose myself.