Dreams of a Jem

This is where I will blog about my weird dreams. They tend to interest me and my friends, so maybe you will like them too? I'll post your dreams if you submit them. I love dark, eerie, odd dreams.

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The Dollhouse And Its Powers

I was pregnant and I had a husband. I was living through someone else. I climbed down a cliff and found an opening to an elevator. It led me to a room that gradually got smaller. Like alice in wonderland, I think to myself.

I enter a door near the small end. I am greeted by a bunch of small people. I learn that they are the dolls living inside of my dollhouse. That I need to do these ritualistic steps in order for them to escape. I was on board until the tasks became more dangerous for my baby. 

I tell them that i need to leave for now because of my baby, and that I will be back after he is born. That’s when they started to warp their expressions. It became clear to me that whatever they wanted outside of the dollhouse, it wasn't actually good. 

They began to haunt my house in odd ways. Sugar ants made a trail into the dollhouse. I started to experience a change within myself.

I observed a tomato. The molecules started to present themselves to me. I was able to take apart matter into simpler forms and rearrange it. 

They looked realistic and a bit off just like this:

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Dune by Frank Herbert (dream)

I have learned that it is easy to dream that you are Paul. I wonder if thats where some of Frank’s inspiration comes from. From the layers of a dream. In my dream, I could see all of the ways it could go and chose based on the experiences I was trying to avoid. This is a way in which i dream a lot. Like the ending of The Crow People dream, except there I was playing out a scene over and over again until i got it right. Here, I was looking into the future and then playing my hand.

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Mozzarella Before Bed

I was being held against my will by some creepy old man. At the end my sister was stuck too. While he was distracted i called 911. My sister was crying later and he was getting off on my making her feel better. Eventually an ambulance showed up. There was also a bus. He tried to say that we were special kids and we needed to go in that bus. I was freaking out cause i was afraid he would believe him. "Are you going to put us in the right car?" "Yes" "in the ambulance?" "Yes" then the old man was like "have a nice time sweeties" as he approached me. I got in his face and told him he better back the fuck off.

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It's been a while

I havent been paying attention to my dreams. I started my period last night. My imagination was inahnced as a PMS. Therefore, i found it hard to forget this dream.

I was me. The end of the dream was a repeat of events, but at an earlier time that i hadn't dreamed. People that were my friends i was about to meet. A sort of origin story.

I ws walking down stairs to a bar. I can hear the thoughts of this guy i am friends with in the future. Basically that im the hottest one there and so is he and he wants to get to know me. With that knowledge, i ignore him. I also make note that im in baggy ass cloths, not scanty or anything. Im sitting at the bar, talking to one of my girl friends, when a guy i sort of know puts his coat around me.

It was then that everything started to go black. I fell through the coat and out ofy seat. When i woke i began my harmful rampage. I went up to anyone and found any way to dangerously harm them. I cant remember the specific ways except for the last one. I held up a board to this tiny lady, pushing her body into the edge of a beam. I could see thst i was going to crack her skull on it, but i stopped. I dropped the wood and walked away, zombified. I fell to the floor. Someone woke me up saying how badly i damaged their leg. I go "shit not again" and had to explain to everyone that i can't control when this happens. The hot guy decided to drug me with heroin when i would faint. Upon awakening, i was a terrible mess of anger and lethargy. It's like the only thing i would allow myself to feel was destruction of the human form. Never myself though. More like an extreme fight or flight. The difference is, without heroin i was very calm. With it, i was angry that it was holding me back.

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My Fault

My dream starts in a mix of my sister, husband, and grandma. My sister was trying to go to the carnival/mall. We were also trying to go see my dying grandma (isn’t dying irl). She was also trying to take my sister to the fun places.

Then we are at my grandparents house. I was someome else, and my sister was three other girls, occasionally merging or expanding.

I was talking to am older man who was a historian. I was asking him about the time period where they would scuff off what they thought was extra skin on the face. I tilt my head up and ask what part of my face would have been considered extra. He leans in closer to examine, but he starts kissing my neck. After the second kiss, I am removed from my shock and start saying “no, no ,no I don’t want this.” I ran away and talked to a lady who was supposed to be my grandma, surrounded by my sister’s. She asks what side of my face is my good side. She says I shouldn’t show him my good side. She gives me a different outfit to wear in front of him that would make him less attracted to me. And I just went with it all.

Then I was using the restroom. The door was open. I see him looking in from afar, so I close the door. He enters in a fit of rage and delerium.

He starts talking about things in the walls, and he wouldn’t let me leave. He starts tearing everything apart. I’ve dealt with these kinds of people irl. I was able to get away.

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Elephant Interference

I was trying to get us home from the beach so we could work tomorrow. My husband noticed a movie theater that searved alcohol. A girl that was with us convinced me to let him watch the movie. He was in the movie, and I was waiting and ready to leave. The girl came out and was going to buy him a drink. I told her not to because he's the driver. She didn't care, and would continue. I asked her where he was sitting since I figured he was worried about me. She said he wasn't worried. I knew she was lying to me because he is always worried about me when we are separated in situations like this. I grab her and threw her on the ground. He head hit hard, making 2 loud popping sounds that echoed in the lobby. She started crying and whining to me. I was very annoyed and showed no sympathy. I opened the bathroom door and pointed to it. She entered, still complaining. I go into the theater to find everyone gathered around the back of the room. There was a huge cage door that held an elephant. A lady, hovering above everyone behind the crowd, announced that donating $20 will save the elephant. Little kids started throwing money. The money flew in the air, turned into colors, and entered Mike (my husband). He turned into a small elephant, and blew the colors out of his trunk and onto the elephant. The elephant rose and disappeared. I walked closer to the cage. It began to show aging beyond what the rest of the theater showed. Behind it emerged jon luc (My husband's brother). He was wearing overalls with not shirt, bare feet. And a straw hat with fishing hooks on it. He guides us through the dirty cage, and starts to tell his story. When Mike saved the elephant, he caused a disruption in the flow of the universe that was connected to the cage. It causes a mass extinction of humans. All but his brother and his brothers wife. They had children, cats, and chickens. I woke up before I could find out more.

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Caos to an ant, Order to a time traveler.

They didn't know where they were or why. They had a hotel room, but didn't know how to get in. They were my husband's family. It turned into a puzzle game. My husband took random things from his bag to open the door. He pit2his bloodied keychain over the handle and began to squeeze toothpaste from the tube. His family was like wtf dawg. But the handle glowed as he brought the toothpaste closer, and it opened upon touching it to the door. Then I could see beyond them. A woman was waiting for them all to reenact a life sentence to fuel something for her. As soon as the last person finished the puzzle, they would be sent back in time with no memory of where or why they are there. She was using them. I felt like shit and wanted to stop it somehow, but the dream kept altering.

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Dead Pig

I had a dream that I was at a bar. The people were split between animal lovers and apathetics. The owner had a pet pig, but he was sick and on the verge of death. No matter how hard he would try, his pig was sick. There were arguments over that pig. Someone came out of nowhere with a stick that was actually a jaguar leg. He waved it in front of the pig and enticed it toward the leg. The old man owner exclaimed,"No! That's the cat he killed. He loves that leg like a prized possession. Don't taunt him! You'll hurt him!" So the sick pig came running after him. The bar turned into the yard between my mother in laws house, going toward my house. He picks up the pig, and I am the man. I pull a bag out of my pocket and make the pig snort coke.

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I was a man. My house was big. I just moved in. I made a small room full of all of the things that should never be touched and hid it behind a door that looked like a wall. They were cursed items. If disturbed by the wrong person, some bad shit would go down. I think that it's my twin brother that it would consume if he touched it. It was actually my future son. The items were disturbed. I ran to another dimension of the house. A man was giving a seminar on something seemingly eerie. He had a hidden agenda. To find the person who was to be consumed, and to consume him. If he could use that power to summon his master, he'd get whatever it is he was after. At the middle of the seminar, his face started to melt off. I noticed him pushing at his face, and white glue seeping from the edges. He was his master. He sliced his face off, and put the face of his master on his skull. Once I became aware, he took everybody and turned them into consumables for all of the objects, until he could figure out which one gave it power. The next day, I was myself again. Mike, my husband, and I were looking through the objects to find our son. We came upon his face carved into the blackened, wooden handle of a makeup brush. We took the item, and fled the house before we could be stopped. I woke up by alarm.

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Membrane

They were aliens. Their skin was see-through. You could see their muscles and viens. She had a sister. She was looking for her. The pushed herself against a membrane wall and called out to her, like some hivemind technology. She was told that her sister took her spirit through the membrane, but not her body. That was forbidden. She became frustrated that her sister was missing, so she left her body to find her. When she entered the membrane, her appearance was human. Everyone inside was human. Like we were the spirit form of these aliens. There were scientists and anarchists. She began to learn of a truth that her sister tried to question before she left. She decided to find her sister and help her uncover the secrets of their world.

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Sex

I guess I’m ovulating or stress from wedding prep has my hormones dancing around.

I had a dream that I was wandering the bamboo like a game. There was this giant man who I had to fight, but somehow it turned into us talking. A few blurred lines later, we are at his…or my?…camper. after it is said and done, he walks out to get some air. I hear him yelling or something so I open the door to find a few cops arresting him. Mind you, I’m still naked at this point. They see me so I shut the door.

I’m finding some clothes to wear when the cop walks in. He’s trying to be flirty with me. Saying I don’t need to wear anything or whatever. Fuck that, so I continue looking for something to wear. It ends up being kind of skimpy anyway so I end up flirting back like “is this better”.

Later on in the dream, the guy I was doing it with had a shit ton of needles and heroin. It was his camper at this point. He injects himself, and tells me to do the same. I tell him no and he demands it further.

“You just want me to become addicted so I have to rely on you. I’m not doing it.” I walk out and wake up.

Have you ever experienced weird sensations upon waking from an intense dream while laying on your back? Like a tingling or like your whole body is trying to wake up from being numb? That’s what it felt like when I woke up. 3am.

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Slime Parasite

About a week ago I dreamed about a parasite that looked like your skin was crusting. It was on my sister's foot. I told her to peel it off. It seemingly pulled off her skin underneath until we learned that it was a parasite. The creature starts off like a jelly. It dries over as it clings to your skin. Pulling it off as it is drying is very painful. Like ripping off your own skin. You can't take it off without taking off your own skin after it's dry. We all end up sludging these things off of our bodies.

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Reliving

In my dream last night, I was reliving the moment I was driving away from home with my then crazy bf. Instead of following through in listening to him bullshit his way into making me feel stupid, I got out of the car and started walking back home. I was barefoot, and had nothing with me. It was also like I was from the future, just going through the motions of the past. Watching things connect in ways that I couldn’t notice unless I lived and relived. My boss had lost a tractor and a trailer. Walking down that road, I witnessed the people who had taken it. I took a picture to show him when I returned. Then I was in my parent in laws house, getting things ready for the wedding. There were lots of clothes I had to organize. I left with Mike and his friends, but they drove us into a cliff of road. Like a drop in the street. I got out and climbed up the cliff, noting that it was pretty cool that I have gotten stronger and that it was easy. Then everything was grass and trees. I had plopped down as I reached the top of the cliff where a tree was, covered in moss. A shiny dagger sparkled in front of my eyes. Buried in quarts stone. Like the stone grew around it in a way. I had a desire to pull it. That’s all I rember.

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What's the best dream or weirdest dream you've ever had?

Probably when I dreamed I was with all these other women in a forest at night. I could literally feel the coolness of the forest and smell the dampness of the soil. Anyway we all split up and had to sit in different parts of the forest to meditate, for what reason I don’t know, but i just had this overwhelming feeling that something was coming or something was in the woods with us and I had to try and switch off the fear as much as possible so that I could continue to meditate. As if it was a job I had to complete. It was so weird and I don’t even meditate so I’m not sure why I was in that dream haha. Also this dream was in a different language but I don’t know what language. Just not English.

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Running to Face it

I was in the room I had before i took off on my irl adventure with a crazy guy. There was a dollhouse next to my bed. Somehow I was able to shove him into it and trap him for a bit.

Before he could escape, I threw the house to the curb. It was night, and the home I was in was no longer my grandparents house.

It was mine. 2 stories and many rooms. It was empty, yet comfortably mine. I hear him outside the front door. I rush to lock it. Then I remember the back door, and lock that as well.

My friend, sara, tells me that the other front door is open. I rush to close it and lock it. Then I hear him from another front door, down a dark hall that I didn’t know about.

“How many fucking front doors do I have?!”

The dream shifts, and I am in a park. He appears and I am grabbing at his face. Hitting and kicking and dragging him to the ground. He is just there. Doing nothing. I turn to my fiancee and tell him, “it’s really difficult to hurt someone in your dream. I can hardly move.”

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Vampire

In last mights dream, i was on a thin thread of life. Almost dead. At the morgue. I cling to my existence, like I resurfaced from drowning. I told the mortocian that I wanted to live.

“Ah, seems like we have a struggle to be. A fighter.”

I look around for a second as I come into consciousness for my limited time. The wall of dead person filing cabinets. The seemingly old style room felt comfortable. Warm colors. Inviting in an odd way.

“You would like to live forever?” He asks.

I nod.

Then this turns into some vampire shit. It was weird though cause you can’t feel pain in a dream, so I was just sitting there for a good while, while he …gave me a hicky? Was blood ever drawn? No idea. I was alive after that and either I woke up or forgot the rest.

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Parallels or pass?

Had a dream with all of my bridesmaids and close friends. We were restarting life over and over again in the same spot. When all of us would remember what was going on, we would restart again. Each time we would make different decisions than the last time, until we were completely different people from when we started. Every time we would remember, we would remember who we were at the beginning, and feel like who we had become in the most recent life wasn't us at all anymore.