#dream journal

[journal-of-dreams]

Only thing I remember from last nights dream is shitting out a fish while my mom watched????

[weed666]

dreamt that i went into the shower with a white shirt on so i could see my boobs through it and jerked off to my reflection in the mirror. and also to the idea of being soaked by warm liquid in my clothes. #piss

[screamndream]

August 12, 2026

Dreamt I was back in high school marching band. We were receiving critique at a competition. It was horrible. I was in this world I thought I’d escaped. I thought I’d never have to see that again. It was really realistic, except for the fact that we were all wearing, and I quote dream-me, “Barbie swan lake tutus” over our uniforms. It was ugly af because our uniforms were orange and black.

[pocketposybug]

dream

I was in a small town, with big pine forests surrounding it. If you went through one forest you'd end up on an isolated and small rocky shore of a massive lake. Me and some other people, about four or five of us all together, went down to that isolated shore. There was me, maybe one or two other people who I couldn't quite identify, and a girl about the same age I was in the dream. I was a teenager.

No one really went to that lake, because decades ago a young girl drowned in the lake. It was really foggy, but we made it to the shore, where we found a dilapidated shed hidden in the treeline. Inside the shed we discovered that the girl had died in a ritual, one that would repeat every X years. And wouldn't you know it, apparently it was our turn to die.

We tried to run back to the town, but when we exited the shed that path through the trees was gone. Invisible hands, cold and impossible to break out of, grabbed us. We tried not to look towards the lake, but we were forced to. One guy was forced to look at a tree that had been put together by more invisible forces. It was not a tree, but it was, and it was deeply unsettling.

I got dragged over to a couple flat rocks on the edge of the lake. It wasn't a slope into the lake like I had thought, but a steep cliff under the water. I was forced to kneel and look into the lake, where my reflection was looking at me. My reflection had something wrong with its eyes. It smiled at me, and came out of the water and grabbed my wrists. It pulled me into the lake.

As I was being dragged down into the lake, at some point my reflection turned into my childhood friend, Ter (from CAS.) We could both breathe somehow, and she had apparently been coming to this location for a couple days beforehand to set some things up. We sank to a rocky outcrop, holding hands. Ter had set up some different clothes (all old fashioned shirts & skirts, like the ones we were already wearing) and a small rowboat. I started to change skirts, but Ter stopped me. We didn't have time. I somehow knew that there was an evil seal after us, and that seal had been the one who tried to drown me for its ritual. We piled the clothes in the rowboat, and set off in it across a lake underneath the lake.

It became very dark, very quickly. It was already twilight at the bottom of the lake, and once we had sailed a couple feet it went almost pitch black. There was a heavy curtain hanging in front of us, I could see the folds in the fabric but I couldn't see the opening. Eventually we managed to part it and sail through. Now we were in complete darkness. The lake was still, the only ripples we could hear came from our boat. I don't know how long we were on that lake, but after however long it was, we came across another heavy curtain.

Parting it and heading through, we found ourselves in an underground cavern. It was a huge natural tunnel, with small outcrops on the sides, some of them with light coming through an opening at the top. I knew that we were in an in between place, and each opening would lead us into another world. There were a couple seals, some swimming and some basking, but we knew that they were the guardians of this place. If we wanted to go to a different world, we'd need to get past or get the approval of the guardian seal first.

Seeing as the last seal was evil, we put our boat to shore on a larger outcropping that didn't have a seal instead. It was large enough to have a few small, brightly painted, wooden houses that wouldn't look out of place on the coast. Ter stayed in the boat while I went into the first building. It was a small shop, with four adults inside, but I only had attention for two. I asked them if they were [name I can't remember.] They looked at each other, before turning back to me. They weren't the people I was looking for. The people with that last name were in the house behind them. I thanked them and began to leave, when they asked me my name. I could remember my name, but I didn't want to share it. Somehow I knew that normally when people entered this in between place, they forgot theirs. I didn't want to be too strange, so I said I couldn't remember, but that I'd tell them as soon as I did. They looked sad but unsurprised.

In the second house, it was only one room with a bunkbed in it. There were two children sleeping, and I woke them up. The top bunk had a small girl who immediately got up and started making her bed. The bottom had a younger boy, who was quite sleepy. I pulled him out and held him. The girl was the same one who had been drowned years ago.

Then I woke up.

[rakka-kasahara]

2026-08-12

Dream:

I had quite a few, but only remember a few bits here and there. I think there was something where I was at school as well.

In the first one, I was some evil supervillain guy on a space ship. I also had an evil henchman who wore purple clothes and had an eye patch. Our space ship was going to self destruct. I think some good guys had sabotaged it or something. It falls to Earth, and I die in the process. However, my henchman gives up his life to revive me. I awake in some badlands like back home and cry because he is dead. Earth had gone through some sort of cataclysm, so there weren't many people left. After walking a bit, I meet a hippie man. Behind him are about two dozen men and women also dressed like hippies sitting on rocks. I think they were supposed to be his husbands and wives. The dream shifts, and I find myself home with my Mom. I am watching some sort of action flick on the TV. It was mostly women. They are invading a compound. At some point, a giant talking gun appears. But, it also looked a bit like a stapler. It was so clearly some sort of costume and even had large, fake eyes. It talked goofy as well. Arnold Schwarzenegger appears for a cameo and flicks the gun thing right in between the eyes. It clutched its face and kept saying stuff. The women invading the compound meet some of the guards, and they get into a fight. Instead of shooting each other, they spray each other with canisters of whipped cream. I am afraid my Mom would think I was watching something nasty.

In the second one, I was in a road as part of some sort of parade or concert or something. Trump had something to do with it. He planned it? I think it was to advertise his third term? Some police man or security talked to me. There are other details I am forgetting.

In the third dream, I was also back home. Mom was going to take my brothers to school, but I wasn't going. I started looking on the TV for something to watch. I was looking through YouTube. They return because they forgot something.

Analysis:

No clue on the first one except maybe a bit of the Ghost in the Shell episode? For the second, I think it is based on the street dance back home.

[furryprovocateur]

god i hate minor social stress nightmares. last night i had a nightmare someone from out of town wanted me to drive her to a restaurant and then she got mad at me because it was taking too long and like. come on. some people dream prostate orgasms. can we try that instead.

[fageleh]

Last night I dreamt that there was this new thing called a "make ticket". Make tickets were keepsake/collectible items about the size of a library card, and each one was handmade by an artist with the materials they used while making a fully realized piece.

Artists would repurpose what got discarded naturally during the creative process, or finish off any excess left over after they were done—sections of notes and first drafts, clay off-cuts fashioned into small rectangular slabs, oddly shaped fabric scraps seamed together, extra paint on a little piece of canvas.

Many were turned into miniature collages in order to reach the dimensions that people had come to expect from make tickets, or to showcase component materials that might not be visible in the completed work. It was all very zero-waste and behind-the-scenes-y and so incredibly fun.

I was given one from a painting, which looked like this:

[tricksterditz]

I had a dream where I put on this dress to go out with my friends as a joke because im a guy and then no one thought it was funny and instead they all thought it was weird so i put something else on over it in the bathroom and gaslit them into believing i didn’t ever wear a dress but one girl noticed and we started dating and when i went home the dress had like merged into me while also being in my wardrobe, so despite the fact it melted into my skin it was still whispering to me to put it on in the wardrobe.