I don't know why people say that it's impossible to see your phone in a dream because I just did it a few days ago. I don't remember too much about the dream but what I do remember is that I was on the bus using ChatGPT. I don't remember exactly what I was saying to the chat. I then got off at my stop but then I realized that I forgot my phone on the bus so I asked somebody to drop it out of the window where I caught it. I just want to let everyone know that it's not impossible for a phone to appear in a dream.

I'll try to make this lengthy story as short as possible. It was the late 90's, suburban Chicagoland, I was 19 or 20. I went to bed like any other evening. I awoke into a dreamscape that was insanely vivid. You know, that "more real than real life" feeling, that some people experience. I was on the steps of an old castle, ivy was growing down from the highest towers, it was stormy (rain, thunder, lightning), although it seemed like I wasn't getting hit by any drops of rain. Halfway up these steps was a glowing scroll with writing I had never seen before, however, it was clearly a magic spell pf some sort. So, I grabbed it and proceeded to the top of the steps. The steps led to an archway opening to the roof of the castle. The roof was a stunning chessboard made from what looked like the finest marble ever cut. I looked up and standing directly in the center of this board was a giant dark figure in a full body, metal suit of armor, complete with terrifying shuttered helmet with horns. He was, by my estimation, at least 8' tall. I could not make out a face, however, he had two eyes fiercely glowing red behind the helmet.

I asked, "Who are you?" It responded, not by speaking though, this was more like telepathy. He said, without emotion, "I am Jinn". I then asked, "What do you want with me?". He seemed to think about the question while staring right through my soul. I need to stress, he was not looking AT me, I could feel him, looking THROUGH me, like looking at the fundamental building blocks of who I am. After what seemed like an eternity in those few moments, he just disappeared with a giant flash of lightning and the thunderous clap of that strike woke me up and it was over. This dream left quite the impression on me, but I haven't even told you the F'n CRAZY part yet.

The CRAZY part is that I had no idea that when he "told" me that he was Jinn, I thought that was his name, not the name of the type of being he was. I had never heard of Jinn, or any of their mythology. I honestly figured that my video game playing, overactive imagination having self, invented some really cool "boss-fight" that got cut short. It wasn't until YEARS later when the internet took off and I stumbled across someone talking about a Jinn and my stomach dropped. I remember saying to myself out loud in shock/amazement, "You mean that thing was REAL?!?!"

You tell me, chat, what are the odds of my brain inventing the name "Jinn" for a character that closely resembles the folklore of these creatures??

Anyone else have a similar experience??

So this was day before yesterday. I was feeling down.

Now whenever my sleep kind of breaks in the middle of the night and I open my eyes, I see figures and basically hallucinate which is quite normal to me since I'm still way too sleepy at that point. I also ask God to give me hope and signs in my dreams quite frequently.

Like most of the nights, my sleep kinda breaks. I was sleepy but my eyes were kinda open and what I saw was a narrow white light with my half open eyes. It was in the air at the extreme left And was too white. Like the moon kind of white, not the usual white we see. And at that moment I knew it was God and felt an intense rush of all good feelings at once. I also felt an immense sense of satisfaction and reassurance, as though God was finally there with me and I realised he had been listening to me all along. I felt loved, there was hope an unexplainable wave of happiness, pure joy. It all lasted for only a few seconds but the moment was pure euphoric. I was so full of happiness I almost wanted to cry but before these feelings could intensify it all ended. Idk if this was one of my hallucinations but I'm sure this was definitely not a dream.

Why on this earth do I keep dreaming of my ex of 26+ years??? This is becoming annoying as hell...

I had the weirdest dream last night and somehow I can’t get it out of my head.
I was in this completely unfamiliar world where everything seemed to be made of tiny cubes—trees, water, air, Earth, even the galaxies. It was nothing like the real world, but somehow it felt completely normal while I was there.
There was this strange creature with me. It wasn’t exactly human, but it looked a little human and behaved like one too. We were searching for something really important, and there was a specific amount of time to find it. We kept going farther and farther until somehow we reached space, and then went even beyond that, seeing different galaxies along the way.

We eventually found whatever we were looking for, but I have absolutely no idea what it was. 😭

थे weirdest thing is that I barely remember the actual dream now. I mostly remember the feeling of being there and how that world looked. It felt so strange and beautiful that I genuinely have this weird urge to go back there.

Does anyone else ever have dreams where they remember the feeling and the world more than the actual story? And does anyone know what a dream like this could mean?

Have you ever met a character in your dream whom you really liked and you wished they were real? If so, what was that like?

Last night I had this crazy dream that left me so shaken in the morning I remembered every detail. Not looking for any particular analysis or help but if you think there is some kind of meaning behind this then please feel free to chime in. I just want to write this somewhere.

The dream started off as a pretty regular run of the mill day from back when I was like 15. I was in my childhood home and my mom had made a dinner where you can grab and go do your own thing. What I did when I grabbed my dinner was turn on a video titled “The Norman Alten Incident”

It had a brief introduction by the narrator of the video, Bea Arthur, warning the viewer that what they were about to watch was the single most realistic depiction of stalking. The video was structured as a series of record taken from an outdoor camera of a home where the next door neighbor, a older man named Norman Alten slowly becomes more and more obsessed with the owner of the home. It starts out pretty innocuous with him having valid excuses to be outside (tending his garden and having a cook out with grandkids.) there are plenty of clips where he is seen just staring at the home kind of menacingly. It progresses to more concerning behavior like slowly and methodically over time cutting pieces off of the fence and eventually wearing a taxidermy bear costume to try to look through widows and eventually break in. At that point when I looked up the, Norman Alten, in the bear costume was in my doorway and ran away as soon as he was noticed. The bear costume was the type of terrible taxidermy where the eyes and mouth came across more like soulless voids. Kind of like the one pictured but the mouth was contorted into a sinister almost perverted smile. The shock of that was what woke me up.

I have not been able to stop thinking about this and every time I do I get a wave of chills and have to check the doorway.

So I do not know exactly my experience I was trying to sleep when suddenly I just couldn't move my arms and legs I mean I can still like lightly move them but I cannot like lift it like like it just twitches and and the tiny tiny movements and I was just there here wondering what the heck was happening until I realized I could move my head clearly and can move my eyes cuz I can like yeah only like my arms and legs were just not moving they just continue twitching I I looked and for some reason these circles particles start appearing until that's all I remember I also remember her just like being able to move again and yeah it was so strange

Like, since last month I started to have dreams again, and I'm not even sleeping any better, actually I'm having trouble trying to sleep, I'm just dreaming every night like a child would. Weird ass dreams.

idk if this is the right place to post this, but i'm freaking the fuck out and i don't want to go to sleep tonight. i think i had sleep paralysis, im not too sure because it's never happened to me before. but the accompanying dream was just as terrifying.

i was walking along a suburban street with a group of friends, chatting and walking having an overall good time. this is when i had the realization of "oh, im asleep right now. this is a dream"

instantly, the group of friends i was with turned around with distorted, demonic faces and they attacked me violently until i woke up.

when i did wake up, i looked in the corner of my room where my A/C unit is, and there's two green lights coming from the unit itself. i realize i can't move as i watch the two green lights slowly move together and form eyes. that's when i notice the shape of the figure standing there, which is what is in the accompanying picture. just a shadow, with "sharp" hands and piercing green eyes.

this is when i realize i can't breathe, because my lungs are burning like i'm on fire. it started to move towards me, and i heard what can only be described as egg shells or small bones cracking.

then suddenly it was over and i could move. i didn't wake up my girlfriend because it was 3am and she had to leave for work soon, but i told her about it when we both woke up.

i have never experienced anything like this before. i keep a dream journal, but im afraid to remember this one.

last night i had a nightmare that a man had broken into my house and was standing over my bf and i in bed, but i kept telling myself to just open my eyes and wake up and he wouldn’t be there. super weird. i went back to sleep and then dreamt that i gave birth to a baby boy, but i had refused to have a baby shower, so i didn’t have a lot of clothes or diapers for the baby. we even had to hold the baby ourselves on the way home from the hospital because we didn’t have a car seat. the dream kept flashing forward though and by the end of the dream this baby had already grown into a toddler. i woke up feeling very sad and almost feel like im longing for the baby now. i know other people have had very similar dreams, but i think these must mean im super anxious or nervous about the future. what do you think?

Idk but I was wondering Abt how to get like nightmares. I know it sounds crazy but I really want to know if there a way to dream nightmares, if there is an activity for it okay, just don't tell me to do sm weird as ritual 😭🤞

Today I had a realistic dream that I was in the back seat of a car and some woman I never met was driving me and her boyfriend. She was drunk and swerved left and crashed. Her and her bf both died but I survived.

Then angels came to take all three of us away, and they took me with them by accident because they did not know I was alive. They brought us to a natural place that looked like a Central American forest. It was not Heaven or hell.

The angels did not represent any real world religion but they seemed different from every real religion. They did not judge people or burn them for eternity. They also did not reward anybody either. The scariest thing is that they saw everything you did on Earth through a TV screen which was embarassing since they all knew you on a private level.

I saw a line of dead old guys getting an angel vaccine, once you get the vaccine you have to say "Clear!" And then after that you are never allowed to return to your old life or body or family or friends ever again you have to stay in angel world forever. But the angel realized I was still alive so he said "watch this, just say clear," and pretended to give me the vaccine and then took me to a table. There he did not ask me any questions since he already knew everything about me.

When no one was looking he asked me what I did last night and I said I exercised because my doctor told me I was unhealthy and he said, "Wait, you're unhealthy? Get out of here!" And then I ran out of a black metal fence while no one was looking. I was only able to leave because I was not filled with the strange liquid. Then I woke up immediately, lol.

19m. I was hugged for the first time in my entire life by one of my teachers on my 18th birthday. Sometimes it's her in the dream, sometimes it's other teachers, friends parents', last night it was one of the managers at my work which was weird. But it's always someone I see as some fucked up pseudo parental figure.

Everywhere else on here when people are talking about dreams where they're hugged it's by a girl or someone they gave a crush on. I'm not getting anything about my thing.

Sometimes I'm aged down in the dream too. 2 nights ago I was maybe 5 or 6 and being held/cuddled by someone I've usually seen as a mother figure.

I don't enjoy it. I wake up depressed and it's a constant distraction wanting to go back to sleep so I can go back to the dream. I would like to learn how to make it stop so this constant tantalising feeling can go away.

It was a long night mainly because I couldn't fall asleep. I was just laying in my bed till the early morning. I felt so much discomfort when usually its the opposite. No matter which position I took I'd start to overheat. I had a fan blowing on me, and even threw off my blanket and sheets.

Eventually, I did. Durring the dream I was in some kind of abandoned warehouse. I was laying on the ground, trying to observe my surroundings when I realized there was something on top of me. Like it materialized there. It was pinning me down, crushing me almost. Its hard to explain as I can't really remember all that it was doing, or process it outside of those circumstances as it occurred. It would attack for several seconds and then retreat, only to do this over and over again for maybe a half hour. It was exhausting and in between one of the attacks I tried to remember how many times it did this, mentally putting my focus there, I lost awareness of all the pain I was in, which was serene for a couple of seconds, but then it attacked me there, like something was trying to box up my consciousness or see where it was coming from. I became aware eventually of myself still laying in my bed. I was trying to fight it but I couldn't move. My arm was outstretched and I put all my strength there just to make a fist but I couldn't lift my arm to hit it. The weakness I felt is not something I've ever experienced before. It could have been sleep paralysis. I can go run a 10k any day of the week in 100°+ heat and not feel that kind of weakness.

I drifted inbetween the dream and laying my bed for a while. I couldn't make it out what it was. A black mass is all I can recall. When I fully woke up everything was okay, no pain but my pillow was drenched with sweat.

The night after this event, I was laying down almost falling asleep when I heard a scream coming from upstairs. It was terrifying. I got up instantly to see what it was. I wasn't sure if I only dreaming that it happened. I found my mom slightly awake in her room after checking on her. She said she had nightmare and couldn't remember what it was. I saw the cat that usually sleeps next her all puffed up at the end of the bed.

Thought this might be an interesting experience to share with you good folks.

There is this one persistent dream that resurfaces when the song “Mr. Rager” by Kid Kudi plays at any interval of time. Specific, yes. Hence my confusion with the connection.
Each time I hear the song, any emotion I felt within the dream is brought up again—the fear, anxiety, sheer helplessness, and subtle determination. However, even with time, the events of the dream have yet to be distorted for me. Somehow, I remember everything.
The dream begins with three terrified teens and I trembling as we walk down several corridors of an abandoned building. We are holding guns larger than our own hands, our clothes are ragged, our hair is tangled if not matted, skin sweaty—coated with dirt and ash. I felt sticky and gross but it was the least of my worries. I could never get a look at the other teen’s faces but I know we were all scared of something with an unknown identity. We grouped up out of fear and the need to survive. From what internal dream knowledge I was given, I could tell that an apocalypse had started in that world and my group had taken refuge in the worn down building, looking for supplies. We never split up because we just knew that if we did, someone would get picked off by that something. So, we resort to searching through different rooms together. There are several scenes of us climbing through vents to get to a room that is blocked off on the inside, always together. We barely find supplies but it’s enough to live off of for a while (5 water bottles and a few cans of food). We then find a half decent room with no vents and one entry, so we wordlessly decide to settle down there, just a silent mutual agreement. We never spoke to each other, only having shaky breaths and a false sense of hope in one another. Two blankets are set down as a makeshift bed. We separate in two, to share one blanket while the other two share the other. I sit down and my blanket partner does the same, shifting to lay facing the other while holding our blanket partner’s hand. A vise grip that hurt but felt like a necessity. Although we were scared it was as if being separated was the absolute last and worst thing that could happen. That way, if someone was taken in their sleep, at least one other person could be brought with them, so they were not alone. Before I fall asleep in the dream, I think about how almost everything is burnt to ash or just has black ash coating the outside of its sides. “A nuke,” I think.
I’m not sure how I know this seeing as I never dared to look out the windows, but everything outside is white to the point of no recognition where it just looks like a vast open area with nothing in it. There was also a confusion in the dream as to how I would know that, but it was shrugged off.
Half way through my sleep I wake up in a daze, confused, but my stomach is twisting and turning while my heart rate won’t slow. I look around the room, ensuring everyone is still here. However, under the single door I see a yellow light as if the sun has risen, but there is no sun in this world. I am frozen in fear and all I can do is stare as I hear slow yet heavy footsteps approaching the door. I know I can’t do anything. I know we can’t do anything. If I wake the others, panic would start and most likely will get us all killed. I wasn’t sure if the thing could even kill, but the dread that came with it made it seem so. The lock on the door, the guns, our knives? All a false sense of hope. We found and took them, so we wouldn’t feel so helpless but we knew weapons can’t touch it. Only knowing that the thing may take many forms but cannot be harmed.
The foot steps gradually get louder and soon the thing stands in front of the door, casting a shadow as if it has two black boots on. It doesn’t make another sound, but as the lock slowly crumples to the ground I cried silently knowing there is nothing anyone can do.

Annnd… that’s where the dream ends. One thing that felt eerie was the occasional, discarded set of clothes through the abandoned building. But, I remember it being because of the monster in the dream. The person in contact with the monster would only drop whatever were holding and wearing, then disappear.

Hey guys!! So I have this guy (my biggest crush btw) keep appearing in my dreams and Im wondering if you guys can help give even the slightest of meaning lol.

For some context: He is my coworker and biggest crush of all time. NOW, he just stares at me all day long and I even caught him riding pass my house when we both got off at the same time. My tarot cards tell me ALL THE TIME that he deeply likes me too but he is scared and healing from something in his past. BUT, we barely even talk and it just feels like this weird and shy energy between us whenever we are at work together.

About a week ago I did a Love Spell (Pls dont judge me), and he has been in my dream almost every night since then. In the dreams, we are always at work and we still never talk. He is there just working, but very vivid.

I also asked my tarot why does he keep popping up in my dreams and got lovers, empress, king of pentacles, and 2 of wands

Two males btw

What could these dreams mean and could he be dreaming of me too?

Back with another vivid symbolic one from early this morning (9/1/2026) a month after the last vivid symbolic one. Apologies in advance for the long post, but this one needs more explaining than the last one.

Potentially relevant real-life context (italicized is background from my last post): I (26F) graduated college in May (gap years). My dynamic with my best friend started to blur lines between romantic and platonic in our last semester, even though I'd sworn I would never let it go there because he was so much younger (now 22); also, I've been seeing engagement announcements from my elementary school bullies and that's upset me more than I care to admit. (Addition: I saw my best friend from elementary school's birthday post for her boyfriend 2 days ago and that got to me for some reason.) Additional context for this one: My mom died of a brain tumor when I was 15. One of the symptoms of the tumor was her making sexually inappropriate comments, including to me, and that's caused me to fear open sexuality to this day. Her illness was one of the reasons why we had to move in with my grandma when I was 11 (grandma died of COVID 9 years later; COVID is also part of why I took gap years), which cut me off from the kids I went to elementary school with (the WASPy girls who are now getting married) and part of me still wishes I'd gotten the adolescence that they did. I always wanted to be the popular girl in school, but was often bullied and excluded by my peers, and I didn't go to my prom for that reason.

Anyway, the dream: I was attending a movie screening in the activity center that my mom's cancer support group was in (they actually did have movie screenings for clients and their families). I was with my mom, dad, brother, and grandma (dad and brother were their current selves while mom and grandma were frozen at the time of their deaths), on line to get into the screening. Then my best friend showed up. He just said "Hey" casually at first, but I held out my arms and he hugged me, and my mom said something to him like "good job" (implying I'd have been upset if he didn't hug me). We didn't let go at first, but held each other side-by-side (his arm around my lower back), talking up close and definitely looking like lovers (my family had gone ahead of us by then, but strangers were looking at us funny; also, we have been in that position in public IRL before).

We went inside and I sat next to my mom on an extra-long couch, and he sat beside me. My mom was half-whispering stuff to me about me and him and said something like "just promise me you'll wrap it up" (meaning use a condom when we had sex- we have not had sex and in fact are both adult virgins) and I was obviously mortified and was like "Mommy, stop, what the hell?" She said "you're telling me you're not gonna... after this?" and I, exasperated, said "oh my God, you're dead and your voice is still in my head". (That's particularly interesting, because usually in dreams where she shows up I don't remember or acknowledge that she's dead.)

My best friend had to leave for some reason but told me he'd be back. My grandma took his seat, and a bunch of people started streaming in until the couch was full and people were starting to sit on the floor, so I was worried that when my friend returned he'd have nowhere to sit. The other people were mostly randoms and mostly elders and children, but there may have been some familiar faces from our neighborhood. Then the movie started, which was some Barbie movie (not the actual Barbie movie) I think, but definitely was clearly a kids' movie and I remember wondering "we're all adults, why are we here?"

After it had been a while and my friend hadn't come back, I left to look for him. He'd been wearing a yellow shirt, so I was scanning around for it, but a lot of people had on yellow shirts. I went outside to a massive outdoor event venue. On one side, there seemed to be a high school homecoming/prom/graduation going on (there was a slideshow playing on a jumbotron with a picture of the prom king and queen that said "Congratulations!", and I saw a long line of teens, some in formalwear and some in caps and gowns). Elsewhere, in a mostly-hidden area, seemed to be a wedding reception/cocktail hour. One lady noticed I was lost and asked if I was going to the prom/graduation, and I said, "no, I'm going to the wedding" (even though I wasn't?) and told her "I'm 26" (presuming she'd mistaken me for one of the highschoolers). Still looking for my friend, I went back the way I came and happened upon a large white tent that seemed to be a vendor or volunteer tent (it was the same tent that my college puts up for events), where a bunch of people were unloading and setting things up, presumably for either the prom/graduation or the wedding reception.

Finally, I found my friend (well, he kind of found me- I think he'd had to help the vendors/volunteers for a little bit for some reason? I also think he was with one of our other friends at first, but then he saw me). He said something like, "there you are, my best friend... borderline girlfriend... whatever you are at this point" (in a sarcastic tone of voice- he does actually talk like that sometimes, but would obviously never say "borderline girlfriend" or call out the dynamic like that). I said "oh, we're saying the quiet part out loud now?" and he said "I said the quiet part out loud earlier!" (back at the movie screening- even though I can't remember what he'd said back there), and we both laughed half-nervously, releasing a little bit of the tension. He started walking and I followed him, but I didn't know where we were going or how to get back to the movie screening.

Then we were in an underground train station, for the subway line that runs through our university. (The station was labeled as the line's final stop IRL, but IRL that final stop is elevated, not underground. Potentially relevant is that I irrationally despise that train, and that we took that train our last, very disappointing [for me] night out before the semester ended.) I asked him, "Wait, where are we going? What are we doing?", but that's the last thing I remember before I woke up.

This definitely feels like a sequel to the dream I had last month (where I was preparing for my wedding in my old school's auditorium and then walked out to my dad's future funeral), but I'm wondering what's with the recurring symbols: weddings (and formal events in general), adolescent milestones, the blurring of lines between the living and the dead. It's definitely trying to tell me something, but what?

There were two white bats in my dream. They were hanging on the kind of netting you'd see in an atrium. I was inside the netted area with them. The area was very large and I couldn't see any other walls or ceiling. It was the most beautiful paradise looking place with a house and pond. Just tons of foliage with clear paths, kinda tropical place. I approached a little to take a picture of the bats with my phone and they almost vanished for a second, so I thought I didn't get the picture, but there it was on my screen clear as day and they looked like small normal bats. The phone vanished and I looked back at where they were and they hadn't moved. I approached and they got larger, almost a foot or so tall. The bat hanging on the right flew a circle around my head counter clockwise and then landed back where it was. I saw it had a face like the Forest Spirit (Shishigami / Night-Walker) from Mononoke. I haven't seen this movie in about a year so it wasn't fresh in my mind when I dreamed this last night. The bats looked at me with kind eyes. The one on the left stayed still. I don't practice any religion and consider myself more wiccan/earth based spiritual.

In my dream, I heard on the radio about this insane event that happened where the entire stadium had to evacuate and somehow I was able to see a replay of it but not by watching, but by actually experiencing it.

It was an Ariana grande concert. Huge stadium, very dark, and in the middle down below was a giant lake of fire. I remember knowing it was her choice of “artistic expression” but I also knew something wasn’t right. It was very eerie. There was a lingering feeling of dread. I did not want to be there.

Ariana was standing on this flower platform that could hover around. It was black flower (probably plastic), big enough and flat enough so she could stand on it. My view of all this is floating a metre above her in first person, but I don’t think they see me, like I’m invisible. I don’t think my body was there, Im just watching this event unfold like a 4D experience of a movie.

A small group of people during the show begin to leave but as they’re leaving, they’re cursing out some fans on the other side of the stadium (even though it was huge). No performance was happening in this moment, you could only hear the atmosphere of the crowd and the people cursing. Ariana was quiet, watching this happen. All of a sudden the cursers start throwing glass bottles, then the other side does the same. Then all hell breaks loose and EVERYONE is throwing glass bottles into the pit. The visual alone was horrifying but the violent cries and collective anger/terror of the crowd was painful to witness. I could feel their rage and agony rattling in my spirit.

Ariana did say one thing as it was happening but it wasn’t even to make them stop. I’m pretty sure she just said “woah woah” and then allowed all the glass to hit her. She probably could’ve gotten them to stop by saying something more but it’s like she couldn’t. I felt as though she wanted to stop it, but something held her back. What that was, idk. A lot of the glass was hitting her. She wasn’t visibly getting cut. I just saw how sad she looked. Lonely and defeated. It was as if the glass couldn’t hurt her physically, but instead cut fragments of her spirit. This all felt like it was happening in slow motion.

The flower that hovered around couldn’t help her dodge the glass. It moved around for a couple seconds jaggedly but the movements were too fast and inconsistent she would’ve lost her balance and fell into the pit of fire. She looked somewhat scared, but nowhere near panicking, I just remember how completely broken and hopeless she looked. It made me very sad. There was no way I could help her, I could only watch.

Everyone is evacuating but throwing glass as they do it. The stadium was just raining with glass. It’s so hard to see though, the micro glass made the air very foggy and in conjunction with the fire, very smokey.

(I had this dream 5 days ago, I’m still thinking about it. It has prompted me to start praying for her)

This is a long story, but with all the random things in it it’s rightfully so. So feel free to read if you’re interested!

The dream I most remember happened when I was maybe 6-8 years old. Me and my cousin were both eating pizza in my grandmas dining room, things were going good until there was only one slice left between the both us. We both physically fought each other for it for a while until we realized that fighting wouldn’t go anywhere so we thought about what to do next. After thinking, I came up with the idea to have a water balloon fight tomorrow to see who gets the last slice of pizza, my cousin agreed and then we both took the slice of pizza and locked it in a luminous rainbow metal safe that was inside my kitchen cabinet. We locked it and both watched tv before going to bed.

When I was in the bed, it was around midnight, and I’m awoken my random noises I can hear from above me. I sleep in my grandmas basement so I can hear basically everything upstairs. I grab a flashlight and walk upstairs, and eventually I hear some sounds coming from the kitchen so I go to investigate. I peek around and come to find out my cousin is trying to break into the safe. Be both have a weird “fight” which was basically us just grappling on the ground until we eventually just called it off and went to bed.

Hard cut to the next day, the water balloon fight. It was both me and my cousin out on my grandmas massive property, complete with acres upon acres of land, a forest that stretched all around the place. This whole place was our battlefield. Now the rules were simple, there’s a single bucket full of water balloons, whoever gets hit loses and the winner gets the last slice of pizza. The fight begins and this lasts for like 80% of the dream. Just imagine two 8-10 year old kids sloppily tossing water balloons at each other and not hitting anything for 7 hours. That’s basically how a large majority of that went down. Also the bucket could regenerate water balloons when it ran out so we kept doing this for hours, and we didn’t get tired from what I remember.

Eventually, my cousin hits me with the balloon and the battle is over. He runs inside the house to get his slice, and as I follow him inside, a black hole appears on the ground. Then, a snake with a purple wizard hat appears out of the ground. He had these red demonic eyes and had this orange and white stripe pattern. He was pissed. With this deep voice that echoed through the air, he said: “You have failed me, I cast you into the eternal abyss for all of eternity.” He then summons a black hole beneath my feet, causing me to fall and scream in fear. I then wake up in a sweat wondering what in the hell just happened. Out of every dream I ever had, this one was the most vivid and most rememberable one I’ve ever had.

I had a dream that Ken ham (the creationist dude that built the ark in Kentucky and debated bill nye) opened up another museum called the “anti creation museum” and he would put on a devil horn headband and go there and teach about evolution and the Big Bang in a very sarcastic and mocking sort of way.

So for some reason I decided to go to see what it was about but I wasn’t allowed in because I am gay (and he just clocked that by looking at me). So of course I had to break in, so I did. And his security guards chased me around the museum while riding kangaroos and they caught me. So in the end instead of calling the police we settled on me and him having a really dramatic duel in this theater place in the museum. I woke up before the duel even started but I was really excited.

What do you think this means?

Hi, there. A dream I had last year has been looming on me for a while. Last year my long-term boyfriend’s dog died in my care. He was thirteen, old, and we knew it was coming, and his parents assured me that I didn’t do anything wrong, but that was hard to believe. Anyway, the same day of his death, I took a nap because I was exhausted and I dreamt of my childhood dog (he was my soul-dog) but I had never once dreamt about him before. I guess I’m kind of looking for any kind of answer whether it’s spiritual, whether I’m crazy and my childhood dog isn’t actually telling me that my boyfriend’s dog has crossed the rainbow bridge peacefully. Not sure. Any interpretation is appreciated :)

I have had three weird dreams now that keep replaying in my head. I'll keep them short and simple as I don't remember much of the dreams anyways.

1. Had a dream there were two orange/reddish moons in the sky.

2. One about the age of Aquarius?

3. One about the Bible (I'm not religious at all, actually agnostic) about how if people are poor then they won't get to heaven and must be sacrificed (I'm poor so) and a lamb was bleeding and being hunted