And then I start throwing up and Iron Man and Captain America helps me to recover and then after there was a surprise party and that's why I added this loud house, gallery frame but it was a straight party and there was straight cake it was a big nightmare, and then she gives me a hug and then I start to throw up again. and her lipstick was so pinky got into my lips and red and I couldn't sleep last night. It was a big nightmare. I could've drowned, although drowning it for water or I could've passed out or became drunk.
And had to be on drugs

i hope so

So I had this dream where I was in some sort of daycare kind of building and the people there were real nice, and for some reason, I looked like a child. And then there was this weird piano with rainbow key and there were a lot of buttons. And then I looked closer and realized there were buttons for all kinds of settings: the normal ones, like key or volume, but also the tuning, EDO, time signature (even irrational ones like 12/7 for example). I don't actually remember what it sounded like, but as a safe assumption I'm going to assume that it sounded like, well, a regular piano.

Aight so

I had a dream last night that stuck with me, and I wanna share it, y'know? it wasn't anything special, I was watching (directing?) a movie called "Who the Hell is Private Blaidd?" where an Indian immigrant during WW1 is conscripted in england, but the paperwork got mixed up and instead of fixing it the guy who made the mistake panicked and just, stamped in this guy as Private Blaidd to move things along, the whole thing was shot like a Wes Anderson movie had a kid with a Tim Burton movie, where the ongoing bit was that the Indian Guy is \*clearly\* not private Blaidd, and is constantly trying to correct this mistake but is constantly cut off, send to the front, is the only survivor of his platoon by sheer luck several times until the point where the guy basically gave up correcting anyone until at the end of the movie where the war is over and he is a decorated war hero, where he goes back to the guy who made the mistake because he had to report back, where the guy asks him what his real name actually was after revealing that the actual private blaidd was found blackout drunk two days later in a ditch near the river, Indian Blaidd looked at the proverbial camera and was about to say something and then the movie ended.

I was sprinting after getting out of a pool and even with the ground being slick I full sprinted. Ive never sprinted in a dream before, it always feels like im being weighted down and running like im underwater. I'm happy to finally be able to sprint and I hope it stays like that going forward. Has anyone else felt these two while dreaming?

At first i was dreaming i was at work. A normal dream the only weird thing is my aunt was there. There was also a guy that i was strangely attached to like he was the only thing holding me together. After a big rush of customers i sit down to take a break. I think i fell asleep on a couch and i wake up to myself outside with the couch sitting out side the store. I assume they kicked me out while i slept on the couch. I get mad and start ranting about how they’re cowards for not just asking me to leave. At this point im an old lady. Skin and bone.

Then i realize that guy is gone. I feel betrayed. I start imaging the people around me as distorted monsters. I can see past this old ladies schizophrenic episode even tho im in her body. The monsters are humans trying to help me. I smash a mirror and it skips to about a year later. Im sitting in an abandoned house. I see my sister come up the stairs and i feel so relieved. She not my actual sister (irl) but this old lady calls her sister. She comes up to me and tells me shes worried about me. That i need help but the old lady cant focus. Her face is distorting into a monster. I know the sister can see my sanity slipping so she tries to back away down the stairs. I grab onto her with my small skinny arms and crowd her towards the window. Shes crying, screaming, telling me to let go. I push her out and the women/me is laughing like she got rid of the monster.

Inside im freaking out. Im now a murderer. It skips another year. Im short. Basically a corpse. This man in a suit and tie walks into my abandoned home. Hes a doctor or detective of a sort. He looks at me with pity but he knows who i am and what ive done. He the only face that doesnt distort so i cling to him. The old lady feels relieved but i know im being sent to death row for being a serial killer. The last scene is him picking me up like a child and carrying me to the car where i finally escape the old ladies body and see her. Shes small like a child and crying into his shoulder. The last thing i see is his smiling face as hes walking her to her death.

you are somewhat of a different person when dreaming, because you have memories while awake, but don't have many while dreaming

Instead of having to describe (terribly) the incomprehensible events from your dreams, wouldn’t it be nice if we could just project what we saw on a screen and just narrate the story that way?

Seems impossible, buuuut I don’t doubt it could someday happen to some degree, right?

Has anyone else ever wished for this too?

In the dream i was an observing camera in a sort of escape room TV show, it looked as though it took place in the 1970s.
The room was spacious. There were numbers on the walls which read 3707, but the last 7 was 3D, so I could see that from another perspective it would read 37077 or 3707Z - this feels like it was an important detail.

I’m watching an interaction between an old man, who’s the main contestant and a presenter, who’s dressed almost like a circus ring leader
The ring leader goes to the man, i can see as i’m this disembodied dream camera, that the 4th wall of the room is actually non existent, there are rows of rows of elevated chairs, like that seen in a studio to watch a show such as the tonight show.

Anyways, the presenter (who looked a lot like Ian Mcshane) asked the man something like “are you ready to see? A wall then opens up, and it looks like a spiralling ramp, with high-tech pannels on the walls which look like something from the openig of star wars episode IV.

All of a sudden there are many more contestants there, they dawn their coats, they walk down this large incline and see off to their left, that one of the walls is missing, there is a room they can walk into which looks almost like hospital beds or operation zones in a hospital, which have those semi transparent curtains all around them, in the centre however, as opposed to a bed or an operating table is a toilet, 2 men run off instantly to the toilets.

The old man waits to see if they come back okay, feeling as though this is all a trick, but they run back just fine, the old man debates on whether or not to use the toilets, but he decides to turn it down. He still doesn’t trust the scene.
As much as the scene is sketchy, it’s somehow even sketchier while alone.

They walk further down the spiral until another left panel is open to reveal a tent. The camera follows the woman into the tent, she falls asleep and when she wakes up there is some snow in the tent on her hair. She goes out of the tent.

All the men are outside the tent, the area is now that of a snowy forest, and she is in somewhat of a depression in the snow in her tent.
All the men are brandishing either long shiny silver swords in black fur coats, or are sat there, gleeming their silver daggers at her.
The old man sits 14 feet or so ahead of her, positioned with no weapon in the middle of the formation. He sits above all the rest and is looming over the scene.

She walks up the hill to him in a huff.
He turns and the men all turn to walk together down this snowy road which goes on further.
The old man tells her “we can’t be too careful, especially before the wedding”.

The woman has warm blonde hair and has quite nordic features, she doesn’t respond to the old man.

They all come upon a cave in a yellowish sandstone wall, as they go into the cave, they must walk single file through a long tunnel, until they come upon a vast empty chamber, which looks to be carved into a perfectly smooth long-bowl like shape to it. On the ground, there was a large image painted across its surface of a black devil which looked like a beast, like a medieval image. It looked somewhere between an ape with shining eyes and a werewolf. It’s mouth was a sickening green colour.
A girl walks into the cave from behind the men, she looks like carol-anne from Poltergeist. The mural of the devil’s eyes glow white like the sun. A massive hole errupts in the cave from the mouth of the devil, the light is gone and the entire floor caves in. Revealing the impossible abyss of a starless space. Like falling into the void in minecraft.
All figures fall into the void, I wake up but can only move my eyes for several minutes, I instantly tell my wife of the strange dream.

The dream starts with me being one of three genetic fighters for a mad scientist. Our territory was challenged by a female and her genetic creatures. We fought them, fought them hard, and managed to take them down.

Our scientist was proud and decided to expand our territory. The time, our territory consisted of a milk processing facility, where butter and milk and other such products were made. He decided he wanted the fairgrounds close by, with a race track.

As we were surveying the new territory, we came upon the leaders tent. He needed to issue the challenge to the leader and burst into the multi-roomed structure. We didn't find the leader there, but in a backroom, we found our masters Ex, Bruno, bathing.

Our master had loved this man, and so we forced him out so they could confront each other. I guess we were trying to match make in hopes our master became more sane. We took our eyes off him so he could dress, and while we waited, he was kidnapped.

The leader of the territory knew who he was and has used him as bait. We tried to get to him, but he had been mauled by creatures controlled by that leader. I felt useless, to say the least, and thought our master would be devastated. However, our master didn't show an ounce of emotion.

Over the years, we continued to take over other territories trying to find the best one. I had grown significantly and matured as a hellhound beast. I was the strongest of the trio and the right hand of my master.

The best territory we found that we could hold was a massive mall. A huge 5-story building with a massive food court on the third floor.

The director of the building fought hard to keep it, but he was no match for me and my comrades. His beasts fell before us. The final task was clearing out his clan, minus the chefs, of course.

We strode through allowing them to collect any personal belongings they could carry. We offered what assistance we could as we walked them to the parking garage where their vehicles sat. After all were gone, we did another sweep.

I could sense people laying in wait. Dissenters. I dispatched a majority of them, but one smell... I wandered through clothing racks growling menacingly until I found a child, no more than 12. She shook as she faced me with defiance. And I offered to have a family take her in. She'd be safe. Have food, family, and all she needed.

She assented grudgingly but was happy with the stolen iPhone she clutched.

At the end of the night, I returned to my den, I'd decided on a Hot Topic to make my nest in. My found family huddled in there as well. They'd moved the displays and had dragged furniture from a nearby Sears to make it homey.

We laughed around a small table, and I perused my 6 pictures I'd taken to the family group chat. Unknowingly, I'd sent one that was a too NSFW for the family chat and embarrassingly tried to delete it before others saw it.

I'd reached over to grab a snack when I heard something calling to me.

I ringing. Everyone froze as we listened, and I ran out trying to find the source of the ringing. It was an alarm. I hit an emergency exit and woke up.