My Dream Journal

[bird-dreaming]

I'm going to start making posts on this account where I just archive my weirdest dreams. I haven't been really the dream-remembering type but it changed quite a bit since I got into college. Now, I got ll sorts of weird stuff from the past maybe three years that I do think my friends little discord server couldn't really contain. Of course, all of the names would be changed as well as locations for privacy sake but I just want somewhere else to post them.

[bird-dreaming]

Dream archived from Discord, sent 08/12/2021 8:19 AM

I had a weird dream.

So like, it was after some school event in this big air conditioned gymnasium. I was about to go home and find my sister, walking out of the building. While I was walking out, a weird book from the bleachers up the second floor caught my eye (it was one of those with bleachers up above a second floor that had a fence to keep people from falling). There was no one there and it seemed to have been abandoned so I distinctly remember thinking "I want that." Some new people were swarming in because there was gonna be a big Catholic mass after that event and I didn't really want to stick around for that bc I was so tired and my dad was probably waiting in the car.

I went up and saw that there were people hanging around the second floor that didn't look like church goers, more like punks who just wanted to hang out at the back. I didn't acknowledge them and instead kept going after that glossy red hardbound book that I so wanted.

I turned around and saw that there were two families in front of me, the first one seemed pretty basic and the second look more conservative.

The first family that I sorta went between looked like my aunt and my younger cousin. I sorta signed for them that I was looking for something in the bleachers. The young girl that looked like my cousin took something from the floor and gave it to me, it was another book but it wasn't what I wanted.

I looked around and found something else interesting and picked it up. It was like a weird memento fake martini glass with a gel-like rubber yellow "drink" inside it. It'd be like a decoration you'd keep at your shelf. I took both that book and the martini glass decor and went to look at the second family in front of me to ask them quietly to get to the red glossy book.

At this point the church service was already starting but I wasn't paying attention, I just heard bells and a muffled mic with a priest speaking.

I turn to look at the conservative family at the front and I saw that the mother was wearing like a 50s styled outfit and was white like American white. I tried to signal her quietly that I just needed something at the front but then, to my horror, I realized that she had a gun pointed at me which was equally horrible because I was sitting behind her child.

Idk why, but I knew that that gun would just cause noise and not actually kill me.

I moved past her and sat down next to her to pick up the book, but before I got to sit, she fired the gun and I heard a super loud bang. I looked around me and realized that no one, not even the people on stage, noticed that she fired the sound gun. I shrugged and ignored her just to pick up the book.

What I had thought originally to be a glossy red hardbound book turned out to have two colors. The front was this like very nice pastel green but it has an intricately designed dark green skull at the front kinda like a tattoo. In a weird way, I knew that this was an adult coloring book and I got excited.

As I took it in my hands, the 50s housewife shot her sound gun again and this time, people noticed. The woman commentating at the front (you know those people that tells us to keep seated or those who read the verses at service) got mad and started ranting about having no respect. I remember that that commentator looked about to be in her 40s I think.

Anw, Idk how the housewife reacted and I took that as a sign to leave as per my queue. When I looked back and turned around, I saw the punk kids cheer as I held the books up my head.

My sister met with me as I walked out of the gym in the second floor exit. I remember saying "I'm not even an atheist!" while doing so (probably bc I accidentally disturbed a church service).

When I walked out, I weirdly teleported to a shopping center. It looked like that national bookstore in the neighboring city's mall but I don't think it was supposed to be?

Anw, my sister and I got tired and I wanted to put my bags somewhere for a bit. Our dad met with us and asked me what place to go to eat bc it was my birthday. I suggested a pizza place, and we left the store.

All of the sudden, I'm in like a weird public vehicle that was a weird combination of a private car and a jeep. Idk what it was, but I remember that I was with strangers or something there. My dad asked me how I got the two books I have and I started to tell him how it happened.

Then I woke up.

Additional:

Oh yeah, I also remembered the location where I found the book in detail.

It was a gymnasium kinda like college's but it had yellows to compliment some of the walls. The stage was definitely inspired by the college gymnasium but the supporting pillars was thick cement that reminded me more of the big covered court in my hometown. Likewise, the seats were like plastic benches that stretched along which was probably a combination of college gym's full seats and my town's just cement floor bleachers. Weirdly enough, I also took note that there was like gold-colored foil that hang off the second floor bleachers before I went up there and I think one of my classmates from elementary school was dressed like a punk?? Which is weird bc she was not a punk at all.

[bird-dreaming]

Dream archived from Discord, sent 05/20/2021 5:46 PM

I had the weirdest fucking dream.

Basically, it started out with me meeting like one of my brother's friends who was a huge minions fan (I don't think this person exists or whatever and I don't think my brother knows anyone who's a huge minions fan). Then, afterwards, my family decided to go out for the day and suddenly everyone was already prepared to go (just regular clothes, no masks or whatever).

My sister and I were in the front porch waiting to leave and I remember that she wanted rainy weather bc it was fucking hot. After a while, the sky clouded over and she was excited. And then the sky blackened. Our mother ushered us to go inside and close the doors as this thing happened as if a crazy event that she prepared for is finally happening.

I look outside before I close the door and what do I see? A red and black sky upon us while everyone hides in the house.

We try to figure out what was happening but we honestly have no idea. Everything shuts down for a while and we just stay in the living room and for some reason, we know that utilities are going to go out so we wouldn't have water. Luckily, all my family had water with them and things were fine.

Anw, remember the minions loving friend my brother had? I don't remember what the fuck she told me but I remember that my brother was so embarrassed and even frustrated with it.

Anw, after everything, I look outside and there wasn't a single cloud in the extremely blue sky, and we took it as a sign that there wouldn't be any more water raining down ever. I suddenly got the idea to get water for my brother for some reason so I went to him in the far end of the living room and he rejected my offer, still cringing at his friend. I then turn around and there was this camera crew who came to our front door and they were trying to cover whatever the fuck just happened.

They said that people in the provincial area were horrified to see a shit ton of beet root coming up on the sky and asked if we expected the beet root uprising. I wanted to ask the media about it, but my mother told me off from saying another word and she said that it was probably nothing.

Cut to me thinking that it was probably from a millennial since they're just weird like that. For some reason, I the switched to a POV of some random dude doing parkour over a mall elevator who said "Yeah, dude, it's probably a millennial. They're just weird like that, bro."

And then I woke up.

[bird-dreaming]

Dream recounted on November 26, 2022 4:05 AM

This is one of those dreams I actively tried to forget due to its very macabre nature. My mind perplexes me at times and this was one of those moments. Every part of the dream felt real to some capacity and it genuinely caused some upset. Because of its darkness, however, I had actively tried to ignore so not all the details had been preserved sadly but I will try my best to remember all of the specifics.

The dream starts off with me lying down in my bed. I found myself wearing my black sleep dress that was filled with patterns of birds, canaries I believe they were. I had an emotion of dread rising up on my body and instinctively, it was as if I knew that a horrible event were to occur quite so soon. I paid it no mind and found myself conversing with my sister who was a roommate of mine right now

I hear a knock on the door and find that my mother was clad in a black blouse and a black skirt, clothing I've never seen before. Behind her was my father, dressed in all black as well - a polo shit I've never seen and dress pants he never owned. When I saw them, I had a sudden thought come to me. Today's the day my grandmother would be euthanized.

I felt the fried stricken expressions pull me down to such a low point since I genuinely didn't wanted her to die. Despite her old age, I had grown afraid of death following the sudden death of my uncle from covid last year as well as my close brush with it twice this year. The thought irked me and it served no comfort that she was in her late 80s.

Despite my hesitation, I found myself joining them in what seems to be a function hall where a few more people were in attendance. The people were mostly adult women I had never seen but I had somehow recognized as my aunts. One of them was very catty and absolutely had no equivalence in my life but I knew she was those gossip types.

I sat down on the floor crisscross as there was no chairs in sight and sat down next to her. She looked hesitant as the feature was about to start. I wanted to get frontrow seats so I wouldn't miss the event and I think she felt the same too.

The dream does a sudden jump to a different perspective. A cousin of sorts that isn't my cousin. This individual bore a resemblance to a Minecraft YouTuber named Tommyinnit that would have been hilarious if it weren't so depressing. The young man was trying to break in to the care house where my grandmother was supposedly going to be euthanized and he was desperate. He hated the idea maybe more than I did and he was willing to do whatever he can to stop it.

As he tried to break in, the lockpicks he made kept failing him and he started trying to thrash through the door. He was eventually stopped by another man who restrained him. This other man I've never met but I understood as another relative. He held the boy close as he started to break down and cry. It was heart-wrenching.

The dream cuts back to me and my not-aunt-aunt sitting in front of a projector screen as the program started. I somehow knew that we couldn't be in the sight for whatever reason and we could only watch remotely. Either way, I was on the edge of my seat as the film started playing before me.

The video starts. An old woman is wheeled into what seems to be a bedroom. I don't recognize her but she feels dear to me. She doesn't look like my grandma at all. She looked thin and frail which was a sharp contrast to my own grandma's more plump appearance. Her skin was also darker similar to more people around me which was definitely noticeable compared to my own's light skin that came from our Chinese ancestry.

She was being wheeler in by what seems to be a nun that had some clothes similar to a nurse. Perhaps this person was both. The nun nurse carefully assisted the old lady to lie down on a teal bed and then gingerly tucker her in. The grandma found herself dozing off and there was a calm at the screen.

I looked at my not-aunt-aunt confused and she looked at me back. My sister chimed in the confused stare off to clarify that they were going to let her rest first before sending her off. I nodded my head but my not-aunt-aunt was incredulous. She was pissed off that they wouldn't just get things over with. She just wanted things to end soon.

I was freaking out since she was getting much more aggravated and everyone was getting more upset. After trying to ease her out, she apologized and saif that the situation was getting to her, with the whole losing her mom thing. As we sat there trying to take in the scene, another one of my not-aunt-aunts approached us.

I sensed that she was a more practical person and she was more level-headed than everyone else in this room right now. She started to explain a new issue that had arisen with the upcoming death. Family inheritance. She stated that the family inheritance might be challenged by some unsavory people considering the family's complex history. Another one of the women said that it'd be fine and that those who dare try to go after it would have to go through them.

There was still and air of uncertainty as the conversation ended and a man walked in bearing sharp resemblance to my uncle yet I didn't recognize him in the dream as such. He said that the event was about to continue and we should go back to our seats. I sat down next to my not-aunt-aunt again and watched as the video feed continued.

My mother was now next to me yet she seemed different. Couldn't really out my finger on it. I asked her to hold me close and she held me tightly. I felt a wave of fear and dread wash over me as I knew the death was coming up and I remembered our own mortalities. After a few seconds I let go, and found myself propped up near the front again, eyes fixed at the large screen.

The old woman was now drearily awake and I saw another nurse nun come in with a needle. I didn't saw the needle going in, but it cut quickly to a faceless figure wearing a dark teal outfit cradling the old lady as she now barely hung on to life. The grandma reached out her arms to the faceless woman and it cuts to what seems to be a small female statuette of what I recognized as the Virgin Mary although I had never seen anything like it before. The old lady reached out to the statueette's head as if to try and get its blessing.

The video feed suddenly fades off to an outside shot of what seems to be a garden next to a building. A sort of mausoleum of dark cement bricks that looked like it came from the Hispanic era. A group of nuns were finding their way in in a procession, carrying with them a small urn. The video then dades seemingly with either quotes of encouragement or advertisement from the euthanizing company.

I woke up feeling quite disturbed as to what all of that meant. As I stirred, I recognized that maybe that dream wasn't about my family but maybe someone else I've never met. It was odd.

[bird-dreaming]

Dream archived from discord, sent 02/12/2021 1:10 PM

I just woke up from a nice nap where I was looking for Gary the snail bc I'm his owner now (mind you in this dream I was not Spongebob and was a to scale size human being but Im not sure if I was me but I was a human adult for sure) but I kept looking for him everywhere and I couldn't find him and I apparently had been looking for him for 34 years? Anw, I had to leave where I was looking bc a gruff man told me it was time to leave and as I was leaving, I passed by the fridge and I saw this meowing snail abt to reach the door as if to get another snack and I pick him up by his shell, happy to finally had seen him after so long. And, that dream was weird, but honestly pretty nice.

[bird-dreaming]

Dream archived from discord, sent 11/14/2020 12:30 PM

Okay, I still can't get over this dream I had a day ago. So, remember when we were kinda staying up a bit late getting all confused abt what to do with PE and Media Writing and I said I drank some coffee and was getting really fucking drunk on my sleepiness mixing in with caffeine? I ended up passing out at around 12:50 or some shit. Anw, my body felt super tired and nothing was making sense at all anymore and maybe drinking coffee while being physically fatigued wasn't such a good idea.

The part of the dream I remembered vividly started off with me going near our front door. Like most Filipino houses, we had a front porch with chairs and shit that you would call a terrace. Usually it gets super dark outside bc we lived far away from the main road highway so there was no street lights at all. At around 6 or 7, one of us would open lights we installed on the porch and the little walkway outside so at least we could still see if anyone goes nearby or if there's something going on at the front of the house.

I got up from where I was at the time and tried opening the lights bc it was getting real dark outside. I flicked open the switch, and nothing happened. I tried again and again and again. Nothing. Like the lights were broken.

I looked at the screen door and realized that the outside was basically a black void as if it was super duper late already. That's when I started realizing that things didn't made sense since usually the lights would have been opened by twilight. It wasn't fully clicking yet, but I felt something was off.

I suddenly felt a strange and ominous feeling crawl up my body and I felt pain all over. I had a sudden anxiety spike told me that someone was approaching from the dark void outside and was about to murder me.

My brain came to the conclusion that it was none other than Jim Pickens, outside, about to stab me in the guts. This is when it really clicked in my head that nothing made sense.

"Jim Pickens? That's a sim from CallMeKevin's series. He isn't real. Why am I scared? Oh wait. This is a dream fuck." I honestly thought.

I don't like dreams. I don't like dreams at all. I've said multiple times that I hate having dreams where I'm aware of what's happening. This was no exception.

I ran off to my bedroom and laid down in bed to try to go awake, all the while my brain created dark shadows to follow me as I tried to. This is where the most frustrating nightmare started.

I couldn't wake up. I just couldn't stand up. I felt my body tense up so bad that it was painful. I felt a strange shadow near me but things were blurry as I struggled to open my eyes.

I felt a sort of restraint chaining down my entire body as I tried to move my limbs. It felt awful. I couldn't move my ass for shit.

I eventually felt some light coming to my eyes that wasn't a dream but I still couldn't move my limbs that well. I swung around one arm trying to get my sister's attention as I struggled to get any part of my body moving. The whole place was blurry as fuck and I couldn't open my eyes no matter how hard I tried. I screamed, but I couldn't open my mouth. I was trying to scream so hard, but I couldn't and no one could hear me.

I finally saw a blurry shadow approach me that looked familiar. It was my sister. I tried to reach out my hands to get up and to have her help me up, but my body couldn't do it. My sister tried to pull me up but I couldn't.

Then a horrible realization came to me. I wasn't struggling waking up at all. I was still asleep. My sister trying to help me up was a dream. Me struggling to open my eyes was part of the dream.

After this sudden realization, comes part two of sleep paralysis setting in. I finally got to reality, and I still couldn't move my limbs properly. My eyes couldn't open and it was pretty black.

Suddenly, in a shorter time than the nightmarish struggle, my eyes opened awake. I could move my limbs again, but they were painful as fuck as if the shoulder pain I've been experiencing the whole day the day before spread throughout my body. In the most anticlimactic way, I thought, "should I scream now?" And just went with moaning out "eeeeeeeeh" for a while until my sister took off her headphones.

The whole thing was over and was honestly the most frustrating dream I had in a while.

That wasn't long, but God the experience felt like it

[bird-dreaming]

Dream archived from discord, sent 02/03/2020 12:55 AM

Been getting a lot of dreams lately, which is weird bc I never had them for the past 10 years save for like maybe less than 7.

Anyway, the dream I had a few weeks ago was pretty short and weird and I kinda could tell when it was a dream but I didn't react as much. Basically, there were two dead people, and there was this little girl who I assume was the daughter. A couple of people came to investigate, including me and Seiki (not sure about anyone else because they didn't spoke so I couldn't remember).

Anw, when the group went in to investigate, the bodies suddenly turned to dust and we put them in small little glass boxes with labels for their names ig, but the boxes didn't had a lid. I was holding the tray that contained their ashes when I had a weird and terrible idea. I leaned in over to talk to Seiki and I told him "Horrible Idea: We put tape over the ashes and they get stuck on the adhesive." Seiki just looks at me with a confused and horrified look and chuckles a little bit before saying "Terrible. Truly."

After that, the dream shifted into something else entirely that really isn't noteworthy.

I am now curious as to what tf would my mind makeup next dream and I am also quite terrified.

[bird-dreaming]

Dream archived from discord, sent 01/01/2020 11:27PM

Weird ass dream from a few nights ago: Something something about some of our classmates now and my classmates from senior high partying with cotton and bubbles everywhere and I was asking them some pretty risque questions. After Krista did a few spins with a feathered boa, she went to me and asked me about dating and guys and stuff, and I was really offended because I was ace and how dare she.

I looked to my left, and Andy was there being offended with me, but I don't really know why. I looked to my right, and I notice Finn also being offended by the questions, even becoming teary eyed about it. Krista tried to apologize, but Finn interrupted her and some boys who were partying at the back by saying the most iconic line my brain could have ever possibly created: "Back in my old school, when everyone was first looking into dating, they always saw ME as the boundary." I don't know exactly what they meant, but I felt that in my soul.

The dream ended when Dirk passed by looking for Prof. Mendoza, and Angela told him that she was in the faculty room. It wasn't the Arts faculty room, it just looked like a regular room in the BM building. Surely enough, when Dirk opened the door, Prof. Mendoza was typing in her laptop with a bunch of other teachers I've never met before surrounded by all sorts of files on the floor, a cork board at the side with pictures of some students who I'm presuming is missing, and a strange TV on the wall with a map with strange red marks on it. After that I woke up thinking what the fuck.

Oh yeah, the entire dream took place in some weird amalgamation of the first and second floor of the high school building hallway I guess.