I had this dream I was on the roof of a marshmellow factory and then I came crashing down and while I was falling I kept asking what hoo meant. I never landed, I just kept falling through the floor and ending up above the factory. Weird dream, eh?
Submitted by im-amused-easily
Don’t forget to submit your dreams!
i’ve had this recurring dream for the past couple years (it only happens once every few months or so) where i have this other tumblr, where the things i post come to life, and in the dream i’m trying to delete all the posts but i get distracted a lot.
clearly i spend too much time on tumblr.
Very melancholy dream I had a few nights ago. What I remember cuts to what seems about the middle of the dream, when I was outdoors on an overcast day with very cool/gray light, and I met a man who I knew, but didn’t like, yet had some sort of romantic history with. I was sad about something, and didn’t mind his company at that moment. I remember a very specific gesture, where he bent down and pressed his face against the side of mine, and I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
While I was asleep, he carried me onto his ship - I guess he was a sea captain. It’s worth noting here that I read somewhere that you can’t dream about people you’ve never seen - make up faces in your head that aren’t real - but this guy was like the evil redheads from Tangled mixed with a much younger Jason Flemyng. Anyway - when I woke up, the ship was just like the downstairs floor of my house, except the kitchen had an island in the middle, where some people were sitting, making food, and all the rooms were very twisty and stretched out of proportion. I wandered around the ship trying to find the man, and the whole time I was so sad - angry at him for bringing me on the ship, and sad about something else I never figured out.
I woke up somewhere in this time, wandering around and never finding him, while desperately wanting to do so. The whole dream was just so slow-paced and dreary and melancholy, it was incredible in its own way. Oddly, I think it’s one of my favorite dreams I’ve ever had.
- Miss Carter
PS: Please don’t stop submitting your dreams! :)
My dream before this was rather boring; some sort of bike race, and God Vs. The Bible existentialism… the usual. Then this happened:
Somehow I found myself, Friend #1 and Friend #2 at the edge of this really beautiful golden hayfield. I can’t remember what we were doing until I looked up and saw a massive bald eagle flying over us. It dipped so low and got so close to us, its white feathers shining and sparkling in the light. I pointed it out to the two of them, and it landed just on the other side of a barbed-wire fence from us, walking around a little bit like a peacock, or a short-legged emu. Before I knew it, though, Friend #2 went running and screeching towards it, flailing her arms. I screamed at her to stop, but I suppose she thought it would fly away like a regular bird.
It started walking towards her. Friend #2 turned to run, and it chased her, hopped over the fence and went straight for her throat. Friend #2 screamed and tried desperately to wrench it off of her, but it was no good; until Bob Saget showed up. He just appeared out of nowhere with a huge sandwich, which he wrenched open and cast the lunch meat on the ground, which distracted the eagle enough to make it so docile we were able to pet it.
Reposted from my dream journal. I love my brain.
(submitted by rheallart)
I had a dream a few nights ago that you (Miss Carter) and I wanted to get sushi. Unfortunately for us, the nearest sushi place was across the country. I suppose you could call us determined because distance was no factor for us. We joined a biker gang that was headed that way. This was a very unique type of biker gang, though. The bikes were all the “pedaling” type of bikes and they were built from scratch. Everyone built their own bikes (including us) and as a crowd we looked so hilarious - everyone’s bikes were way too small for the rider!
We made it to the sushi joint safely after a lot of riding. Oddly enough we took no breaks along the way - just 3,000 miles of pure pedaling.
On our way back, I got separated from you because my tire popped. (I’m assuming this is a reference to my current car situation with the tires giving me issues.) I looked around me and the path that everyone was riding on was littered completely with popped tire fragments. It was the first time I noticed this. It looked like an episode of Hoarders: tire-style. There was no visible ground.
I found a decent looking tire on the ground, blew it up with my mouth - two quick breaths and popped it in the frame of my bike. I was good to go!
That is the story of our overnight biking trip to get sushi.
(submitted by kelpernicus)
In my dream, I was sitting in my bedroom, but I wasn’t alone. Lord Voldemort was sitting in a chair in the corner, and he was knitting. Every once in a while, he would tug on these strings that led to these weird fishing hooks on the staircase, trying to catch unsuspecting passersby (for what purpose, I do not know). Other than that, he sat there quite peacefully…knitting.
It was a rather short dream.
(submitted by Miss Carter’s sister)
It begins with me traveling down a familiar road, one that I move down very often, and as I travel further down the road and the landscape and buildings around it become narrower and eventually disappear into just a road I was traveling on. Now the road isn’t rough and sandy like asphalt but it’s smooth and almost slippery, I knew that I’ve been here before and I didn’t want to continue to the house at the end of the trail. The background around the trail was nothing but swirling light colors, very faint, as I turn my attention to the house (which was not really a house but it looked like a grinning face) I’m now with a family, I recognize the family as mine but younger and I was there too at the same age as the last time I’ve visited this place in my dreams. They were all aware of my presence and treated me as a part of the family, I told them I didn’t wish to go in, for them to go in either. Next thing I know we’re at the door of the face and it opens, revealing a man of questionable existence but I knew who he was and he knew who I was. After standing in silence and my young father trying to start a loud male conversation, the man asked us if we’d like to come in and I try to take a step back but it’s as if a wind kept my leg from moving. He opens the door and a bitter cold breeze flows past me and the younger version of me. Past the open door a hallway, a white one but a white of considerable whiteness lined with surreal paintings of nothing in different colors. By the time I got a good look at the man’s face we’re in a room, a room filled with tunnels and little doors and one window with a view of whatever is being manifested outside. One thing leads to another and it’s obvious that my father’s incessant talking is annoying the man with questionable existence. All at once my father dropped to the floor, the light in and out of his eyes, started to speak in tongues and convulse. I told my mother and myself to leave immediately while they still can, my mother left but my little self stayed and handed something green to the man and said something to him that got him very upset (this all happened in the last time I was there) and tried to reach and hurt her, I scramble across the room and hold him back while I escape (which was all extremely familiar, this all happened in my old dream, a strange woman held him back so I could escape) my smaller self grabbed my father by the arm and left, she said something but I couldn’t hear her. The young family back to safety I still had to hold him back which was becoming much, much more difficult. My ears felt like they were filled with water and my stomach lurched but I still held on to him. The man shrunk into an oval shaped malleable thing and was starting to pull away I found it to be easier to hold him down while pressing him into whatever I was sitting on between my legs. A short lived success, the man wasn’t pulling as hard now so I looked down and noticed red tentacle type things coming out from inside me. They all had faces and were screaming at me like banshees, and I felt them, as if there were nothing in my body except for screaming red tentacles, my organs were extremely constricted and I got frightened and let go of the man. He rematerialized to his original state and cracked his neck and walked towards me. I asked him his name and his reply was “I don’t need a name, I know who I am. Do you know who you are?” I woke up briefly after he said that and checked the time, about 2 minutes since I went to sleep. I wanted to finish this dream so I went back to sleep I returned to the dream but I felt as if I had missed something, as if the dream went on while I was awake, I was searching for something. Looking through the little doors and tunnels. I remember looking through one which curved upwards into my aunts house which I haven’t visited for years and years, in fact I believe that’s where I had the first dream about this place. I didn’t know if I could fit in the tunnel but I tried, as soon as my whole body was in the tunnel (a smooth white tunnel) it began to constrict around me. I woke up again, then returned to sleep. When I came back, I thought this was a different dream, I wouldn’t be able to see the man again whom I feel a very strong connection to now. Now I was exiting what seemed to be a party with 3 or 4 other people who I spend a lot of time with, they were all very intoxicated except for me, the drugs seemed to have no effect on me whatsoever. One of the people went to an ATM and proceeded to take out money, as soon as she was finished with that a car pulled up, I knew it was a law enforcement car but it was unmarked and so were the two people in it. My friends all ran away or faded away, who knows. A thin, average sized black woman came out of the car and walked briskly toward me and pushed me into the car. “Was that force really necessary, I’m not even-“ I stopped speaking when I saw who the driver was, it’s the man with questionable existence. I felt driven to touch him, I started to caress his face and I put my arm around the woman. We were driving back to the grinning face house. The scene changed to the hallway, on one side was me under a painting of a hung person, and the man under what seemed to be a painting of the universe, everything. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and it didn’t come from me, I didn’t imagine any of this. I was encompassed in the beauty of this painting but my concentration was broken when I noticed the man was crawling towards me very fast until he was directly over me, I’ve never felt the touch of a man so profound in my entire existence. It was so real, it was more than real. He whispered in my ear “Homo sapiens, the first truly free species, is about to decommission natural selection, the force that made us…. Soon we must look deep within ourselves and decide what we wish to become.” what can you fellows make of it? update: from my dream post earlier today, the last thing the man said to me was “Homo sapiens, the first truly free species, is about to decommission natural selection, the force that made us. … Soon we must look deep within ourselves and decide what we wish to become.”
(submitted by laplumeabelle (thanks for resubmitting!))
I dreamt i was back home, in the kitchen with my dad, when i noticed some bears had come through the fence and were padding around the yard. We went out to try and get a little closer, but they growled and we pulled back. Some authorities arrived to try and shoo them back through the fence, while my mum mentioned they must be able to smell our cat Joey, who apparently was cremated last week. I made a mental note to call and check on the cats when i woke up, and went back inside.
To Hogwarts. I was trying out for a Quidditch team as a Beater. When choosing a club inside, there were also an assortment of short bladed weapons in racks, which i thought might be a bit much till i saw the opposing team carrying them.
Then building work outside. woke me up
(submitted by eloso)
Not last night but the night before, I dreamt that my best friend and a girl I never speak to anymore were waiting in the car in a carpark while I bought alcohol. I was taking forever trying to decide what to buy, and another girl I never speak to anymore was standing in the beer fridge, communicating to me via sign language and screaming loudly about how she was going to go sleep with a black man.
The rest of my time in the store was taken up by planning to buy red face paint, because I had a fantastic idea to smear it all over the lower half of my face, walk out of the shop to my friends, and tell them that the reason I took so long was because I got along with the cashier girl <i>really</i> well and that she was on her period.
(submitted by wicketwillowbean)
