This post was inspired by a dream misadventure I had last night where I was just minding my own business getting gophers out of the rice field, then suddenly on the intercom/announcements (which I did not expect to have in my dream, since I was outside, not in a building), a voice said “attention, this is a representative of the fediverse speaking… going into effect today, dreamland itself, err, everyone’s dreams, are now a part of the fediverse; that is all, happy floating on cloud nine” and then suddenly a bunch of Stalingrad ninjas popped out of nowhere and ambushed me (yeah, how would you react if that’s the case). So I guess I’m not even safe from everyone in my sleep.
This has been a recurring one, but it’s slowly changed as time has passed.
I’m on an endless stretch of road, sometimes walking, sometimes driving. On either side is just an endless ocean of grass. Sometimes I can catch sight of what looks like an old campfire out of the corner of my eye, but I can never look back far enough to really see.
For a long time, it was always this drive to keep moving. Never stop. Something is behind me, and I need distance. Nothing else matters. I couldn’t even look back if I tried.
Over the last year, that feeling of being chased has went away. I don’t wake up panicking. Now, there’s a feeling of destination, and that I’m getting… Somewhere. I genuinely don’t know. But it feels closer. And now, when I try, I can look behind myself somewhat. Not fully, but enough to see that there’s at least more road immediately behind me.
It’s become kinda hopeful. Not trying to read any grand importance into it, don’t think it’s prophetic, but it started to shift as I started taking better care of myself. Makes me kinda wonder if it isn’t some fucked up part of my brain going “Hey, we’re getting better”.
That’s a very nice progression! I think it’s hard to say with dreams. Sometimes I wake up and was very obviously dreaming about something that was getting to me in real life, or something good that I aspire for in real life, and I can very easily see the path my brain took to want to show me that.
Then sometimes it shows me some insane bullshit that makes no surface sense at all, so it’s hard to say. I think you could relatively safely read something into that, especially if it’s ringing true for how you feel.
Welp, I just read what’s last in my dream log, and it’s probably not something to be shared.
Just another fucked up dream.
Do you think that practicing remembering your dreams helps you remember more of them?
I almost never remember my dreams – the other night, one had something to do with half-n-half, but I haven’t remembered any for weeks. My current thought is just that they’re just really boring.
Nope. The last one I remembered is from 2024-03-20
In my case it actually does. Recently I stopped journaling my dreams and I can’t remember having dream for a while.
I can’t recall the last dream I had, it’s been years since I’ve either had a dream or had a dream I could remember. Supposedly everybody has dreams, but I can’t ever recall them and I used to recall them pretty vividly.
Same boat.
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I dreamt I was in a building with my mother and siblings, and we saw a statue of Hephaestus, then my mother took my youngest sibling to the toilets, and then went through the eating area to see Hephaestus. I followed her, and when we got to the counter, we asked a worker to see Hephaestus, and he laughed at us, since Hephaestus doesn’t exist. Then I said that it wouldn’t be irrational for him to exist, as I was dreaming, which the waiter agreed to. Then we had some chips, and I ate all the chips because I was the only real person there, everyone else were figments of my imagination and wouldn’t derive any benefit from them.
Damn I wanna see Hephaestus in a dream!
I can’t remember the last one I actually had, but one I recently had and remember…
I’m in a band in real life, and in this dream, we had a show coming up in a week or so, when I look on the news to discover that our rhythm guitarist got into a fistfight in a fast food restaurant and got arrested for a year, and I was fucking piiiiissed, very glad to wake up from that one.
I see artificial telepathy has turned out well.
My most recent dream had me hanging out with an old BF at school. We were studying for a test when we got up to hear the announcements which were all mumbled because the speakers were broken. I whacked it with a broom to get the dust out and a car key fell out. I was curious, so we went to the parking lot to use it to see what vehicle it belonged to. We then went to the vehicle that lit up only to learn it was a time machine, so we used it to go back in time to what the time machine said were “previous dreams” to change the “dreamtime continuum”. The dream ended as I ran up to twelve-year-old me and yelled “don’t go down that slide onto the noodle, you’ll die” and past me said “hey look, you’re fading”.
Wondering now if there’s some kind of machine somewhere that connects all dreamers together as long as it’s on and is how the telepathy works. Owned by the fediverse of course.
That’s not a new idea, though the part about it being in the fediverse deep zone adds a layer.
I’m late but I want to get it down because I just woke up: I was giving relationship advice to Martha Stewart in a midriff top in the living room of my grandma’s old house, on a couch I’ve never owned. She was very insecure and seemed to be tired of the rich type guys. That is all.
I started a fire in an apartment I was going to move into because I was mopping and water got into an outlet that was on the floor
I had a nightmare about being back in German high school, I forgot my homework and the teacher started screaming at me. I then threw my desk through the class room and left.
Sounds like you just experienced my childhood in your dream lol
I had ended up in Japan, but without any luggage, ID, passport, etc. All I had was my phone. I’m pretty sure I was with my high school band and one of my coworkers was on the trip to, but I had lost the group. I tried calling multiple people but couldn’t because my phone was from the US. I was really worried I wouldn’t make it back home and that I would get stuck there.
Oh no, ask and ye shall receive, I guess – the very next night I remembered a series of dreams about Bluey for no reason at all. I’ve never even seen Bluey.
Still, it was fun to remember the dreams. I suspect smoking weed to fall asleep makes me less likely to remember dreams?
When I was four, 44 years ago, and a day, I dreamed that my older sister was covered in cracked black volcanic rock skin, oozing with lava and she was determined to keep me from skiing with the family. Other than that, I don’t know that I’ve ever had any truly memorable dreams. For context, I refused to be near her for 6 months after that dream.
We’re you playing skifree before bed?
Visiting a fair with my immediate family at the docks. Sought ice cream.
I’m not really close with my family. I do not live close to the docks. I did visit the maritime workers union recently
I was on a ship in the middle of the ocean, it was calm with no waves, but the ship was sinking. Just slowly sinking into the black water and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. I woke up when the water was to my chest and I saw a massive shadow moving under the surface.
