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I haven't posted any dreams for a minute cause they've been a drunken blur. Have you ever watched Gintama? Don't binge Gintama while drinking, your dreams will be annoying.

I'll share an old dream of mine that sticks with me.

I pulled up in my truck to 2 cowboys leaning over a fence. One is an older male while his younger son is leaning on the fence with him.

I was here to kill them. And they were tired of running.

I walk up to the old man and with an upwards swing I plunge a knife into his neck. His skin resisted hard like leather.

His son doesn't even flinch. I walk behind behind him and I wrap my arms around his neck.

I pull him down to the floor with me, and using my hands i twist his head so hard his neck snaps. He didn't even fight it.

I have a long history of violent dreams, and i always wake up glad it never happened. But why?

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Dreams were a bit too chaotic to he coherent.

I remember being hung with all of my limbs cut off, and as I was hanging I did my best to spin myself and look amongst the crowd. I was looking for someone. But my vision was getting too blurry to make anything out.

I remember having a stopwatch that let me manipulate time. I went to the very beginning of it, but went even further into "negative time". The empty "universe" around me turned into a kaleidoscope of red and black faces that screamed, they were angry I was somewhere i shouldn't be. So I went back to just the beggining. It was a white void with a sphere of water. I was sloshed around the sphere of water waiting for "god" or something to make something of the white void.

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Awww fuck, what did i dream about last night?

I swore it was fun.

Oh yeah!

I was on a space ship called "the titanic".

And it was on a collision course for earth.

I wandered around helplessly as the crew did whatever they were doing.

And they managed to dodge the earth.

But then we ran head first into another planet.

Am drunk <w>. Gunna have some vivid ass dreams tonight for sure. Alcohol makes me drram hard <w

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I had a dream that jesus died and it was world news, to which the vatican had been keeping it a secret he was alive, and when night came the stars in the sky looked like a quilt that'd been thrown over the earth.

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I had a strange dream.

I remember having a child. Like I was in the possession of a newborn. I made a bed out of a trashcan and stuck it in there to just chill out while I played bideo games. I had it right under my desk.

And within just a few days he was already so big and smart. He was walking, we could hold conversations. He looked just like my younger brother.

I brought him over to my mom's so she could watch him, and i asked her how long is usually takes for babies to learn how to walk.

I went out for the evening to work or something, and when I came back he had transformed into a dog.

I then remember watching a YouTube series he produced and felt a weird sense of pride and shame that this child I had for only a few days already achieved my goals ive been working on for 20+ years.

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Y'know I really though i'd be posting daily dreams to this blog. But my dreams are so scattered during the weekdays, and then they're too cryptic on the weekends when I'm drinking. (Am drunk rn >:0)

This week, i drempt i was fistfighting someone until they were knocked out and then eaten by a snake. I kept saving them from the snake and knocking them back out, and i felt this weird desire to just let them be eaten and die.

I drempt i was using someones boat, but i crashed it and it started sinking. I was desperate to get to the wheel of the ship, but the water kept pouring in and i got crushed by the fold-out bed and some other bs. I felt a legitimate sense of dread as i was going to die unable to move or change anything.

And last night I dreamt my mother and uncle came to visit me in my apartment. I told my uncle how much better I'm doing these days, and I haven't even been late to work once. Then my mother said something like "yeah, its because i force you to wake up every day". Which just isn't true. I went to my room to grab or check on something, and when I came back to my living room it was dark and empty. Like they were never there.

I'll see about posting some old dreams that I think about from time to time. Like "the bag of crows" dream. My drrams this week suggest I'm riddled with guilt, violence, and abandonment.

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Its been a few days since I've posted. My dreams have been too chaotic to really write down.

Last night I dreamed I murdered Matt Walsh :v

We were at a college event of some kind and I kept aggravating him by volunteering to ask a question, to which his stone golem would come to you and hold a microphone to you, except I would just push the stone golem over and break it.

Eventually he got so mad over the repeated pushings that he came to me...but then he started gouging the eyes out of the person sitting next to me.

In a very weird form of panic, I took my knife and stabbed him in the chest a couple of times. He was for sure dead, and now it would only be a matter of time before authorities and the broader world would investigate and hear about the death of this propagandist.

I felt so doomed. For sure dozens of people at the event saw me do this. And even from a "self defense" perspective where he was gouging out someone else's eyes, it wouldn't help my case that i was aggravating him. I was gonna get some heavy prison time even with the most charitable charges.

One person decided they would cover for me; tell the police that they did it. I couldn't understand why he'd be willing to go to prison for me. It would only be a distraction from the DNA evidence and crowd testimonials; but it made me cry. I promised I'd do anything for him in exchange for his sacrifice.

I remember moving Matt's body to a closet before running away. I would wander the streets and live in paranoia that it'd only be a matter of time before the police would come for me. I'd kept checking in on the news for 2 days watching the situation develop. It was a strange feeling to *be* the person who knew everything about the murder the world was trying to solve.

Eventually the police came for me. And I ran as fast as i could, I also jumped over buildings. My determination to run away manifested as super-hero level abilities to run and jump.

I woke up glad I hadn't murdered anyone. Even though Matt Walsh *is* a major piece of shit.

I might post some old dreams as blog filler, but I used to have consistently violent dreams about killing or being killed. I always wake up and wonder whats with the violent mindset while I'm asleep.

Fun fact; Olanzapine reduces violent urges.

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Last nights dream was a bit too personal to share. Just another family drama nightmare.

However there was this part where I was in a Hastings smoking a delta-9 cart; except the wax kept coming out and I pulled the wax out of the tip like it was taffy.

In just a few puffs the cart was already 25% gone, and that made me sad :<

I'l share a different dream though.

Once I dreamt I was at a summer camp running away from Jason Voorhees. It was *a lot* like the Friday the 13th game.

I run to a cabin door when Jason kicks the door outwards and knocks me to the ground.

As he raises his axe my brain instinctively hits "start, up, X" to save-quit as fast as possible.

I then wake up and start laughing. I had actually save-quit from a dream. That's a lot more risky of a move to pull than running away.

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I wanna start off with a dream I had years ago that I still think of today.

I once dreamt that I was girl raised in the California suburbs. A small-town sorta life where the roads are quiet and the mountains are just off in the distance.

I end up meeting a boy and we start a family together.

One time when our daughter was 2 she had managed to open the front-door and ran away. We looked around the house in a panic until I bolted out of the house looking for a toddler wandering the neighborhood. Thankfully I found her.

Time passes in a blur. Our daughter is around 8 and we have a new baby in the house.

I decide I wanted to drop the coolest mom-lore on my child. So I tell her

"I'm pretty sure I remember my previous life. I know things that I shouldn't, like mine-radio etiquette and indepth details of a town I've never lived in."

And suddenly I wake up in my "previous life". States away, no job, not even a bed. Just me and my dog.

I miss my family :<

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Hello!

I don't know what Tumblr is besides the website that died due to bans on porn.

But as a "blog" site it feels like the most appropriate place to post my dream journal.

Ever since I was a teen I've been fascinated by dreaming. Especially the prospect of lucid dreaming. But while lucid dreams are rare what remains true is that writing down and discussing my dreams makes my next dream more realistic.

I sleep for 10-14 hours a day as sleeping feels more addicting than any drugs I've been on.

I've kept several dream journals, digital and physical, and I've always wanted to create content about my dreams and the things I see.

Unfortunately I'm too lazy to learn how to draw and too poor to own a computer to make games or videos.

I'm also tired of spamming my friends every morning with the dreams I have.

So in the meantime I wanna start this blog where random ass people can read my dreams for whatever reason.

I'd recommend keeping a dream journal yourself as dreams inherently reflect what is most pressing on your mind, and thus sleeping becomes it's own meditation instead of undecipherable chaos.

Hope you enjoy ^w^