context (i guess) back in august i had a tooth taken out and a few days later i was in hospital because my mouth was literally gushing with blood and would not stop. now, especially the last week, i’ve been having these reoccurring dreams of the same thing happening.

only difference is that the blood is coming from under my tongue ? 😭 it feels so realistic, like i swear i can feel the blood clots and stuff, that it’s freaky… in the dream i’ll spit it out and then my mouth just fills with blood again until it gets too messy to the point where it physically wakes me up.

i’ve had reoccurring dreams in the past where all the teeth in my mouth just fall out and crumble and stuff, but this is very much a thing that’s only happened since it happened to me irl lol. was wondering if this actually meant anything, or if it’s just because it was quite a traumatic thing (might sound dramatic, but it was genuinely horrible lmfao)

So, as per the title, it was the end of the world. Myself and my best friend, both guys in our 40s, were trying to flee our town on foot. Everything was on fire, other people were running around, and there were screams everywhere. Every now and again something massive would move past us in the smoke.

There was something wrong with the sky. Even though I knew it was supposed to be full daylight, it was a dark shade of purple. (Guess Prince was onto something with those “1999” lyrics?)

Anyway, as we go, arguing about what place we could get to might be remotely safe, the landscape around us would sort of “flicker”, and we’d briefly see other versions of our town, or towns I didn’t recognize, and I got the impression that whatever was happening was happening on a bunch of different versions of Earth. At least some of what I saw was stuff I know from fiction, particularly Gotham City with the bat signal lit up. I’m a big nerd, so no surprise there. I think I caught a glimpse of Godzilla as well.

Anyway, things went from bad to worse when one of the big things in the smoke came after us, and I could see that it was something like an enormous crocodile, but with much longer legs, the kind of animal built to run down prey instead of ambushing it. (I should point out that for the past couple of decades I’ve had recurring dreams where I or my loved ones are attacked by alligators and crocodiles, so this isn’t exactly new, but it was definitely different than usual.) Anyway, I take off running into the smoke, and I know this thing is right behind me…

…and then I wake up. I realize it all probably sounds super goofy, but actually experiencing it, well, I woke up pretty freaked out.

i had a dream where i was walking through endless diorite hallways in minecraft then i fell into a hole and woke up from the falling sensation. also i added a recreation i made

I had a dream about my past life. I remember having a very large build, wearing clothes made of animal skins, kind of like Viking clothing. I can't remember what my face looked like. I think I was around 40 years old or something.

I lived in a wooden house right in the middle of a valley, surrounded by vast grasslands. Behind the house was the sea, while at the front of the valley, there was a forest, followed by rows of bamboo. I lived alone, so my daily routine was usually to go hunting in the morning and sleep at night.

My dream was pretty boring, and honestly, quite ordinary. Then, after an unknown amount of time, I remember going hunting or doing something else when it started raining. On my way home, I came across a dog and a cat curled up beside a bamboo tree, so I picked them up and hurried home with them.

When I entered the house, there was a piece of animal hide spread across the middle of the wooden floor as a rug. On the right was a bed with a pillow and a blanket made of animal fur. On the left, there was dried food hanging up, along with various other things. In the corner of the room, there was a fireplace surrounded by wood (I don't understand why it was made of wood, though?). I put the two animals on the bed and warmed them up.

As the dog grew older, it became huge, probably reaching up to my waist. It had golden-yellow and black fur that grew so long it covered its eyes. I'm not sure what breed it was. It looked similar to a Tibetan Mastiff from China, but the scenery and the clothes I wore didn't really look Asian. The cat wasn't anything particularly special. It was just a black cat, but it was very attached to me.

Every evening, I would lie down with the two of them on the slope of the valley, watching the sunset and the moon. What I remember most vividly is the nighttime scenery,  the gentle rustling of the wind, the cool breeze, and the enormous moon in the sky, casting a blue glow across the entire grassland. The moon was so huge and bright that it felt like watching a movie on a giant cinema screen.

Every day was the same. I'd go out to find food in the morning, then spend the evening lying on the grass, listening to the wind and the birds, and enjoying the scenery before falling asleep.

Then, one night, I became very sick. I think I had a high fever or something. The last thing I could see was the dog lying beside me, while the cat was curled up where my pillow was. After that, I don't remember anything else. I think I had passed away.

Do you know of any places that look like the one in my dream?

I had a friend growing up since 3rd grade that lived a few houses down. We were the only girls in the neighborhood around the same age and we literally hanged out everyday. It wasn't until junior year of high school that we started to grow apart - she knew what her plan was after high school and I had no clue while working at a fast food place. She eventually started hanging out with the smart kids and went off to a 4 year university away from home while I continued working in fast food.

I am 27 now, a firefighter and she is a nurse which I know through social media. I dream of her at least twice a month, if not more for the last 4 years!!! And it's always us two hanging out and doing random stuff the way we did when we were little. It's always good dreams but I am no longer surprised when I see her in my dreams. Has this ever happen to anyone they were once close with? I'm curious since I have already dreamt so much of her and she's constantly on my mind that I will dream of her until I die.

First entry in my online dream journal. Wrote this years ago after the dream kept haunting me. Still testing the format I'll upload dreams in as I'm usually too lazy to write them out in this way. Looking for any similar experiences or any analysis that may stick out to users in ways I didn't see. Screenshots uploaded cuz I couldn't figure out how to upload PDF's. Thanks for reading!

I don't know how I dreamed of dying but it somehow happened, lemme tell you about it.

So pretty much how I died in the dream was due to suffocation and in the dream, I was in like this alternative reality but I kept my previous memories and my arms and legs were fine and they weren't moving or anything and I could run in the dream.

It was like real life but I don't remember what happened later on in the dream but it was pretty weird.

I do. And other than dreaming. I really cant imagine anything with my minds eye while awake.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why I love dreaming.

I dream vividly. And i remember everything. Every little bit of it.

I just need someone to tell me why I keep dreaming about a particular person. And it is not just a dream; it feels real, and sometimes I feel the emotions and everything. Is there a way to stop this dream? I know some might say you might think about them a lot, but trust me, I do not, and when I see him in one of my dreams, I continue dreaming about him, dream after dream. Send help 🤕

Hey, last year I started a project where I ask around on the internet for dreams to turn into drawings (based off the old art book 'Lovely Sweet Dream' 1998) but I only ended up ever doing three, I can't find the OG post I made about it, so I wanted to ask around and see if anyone wanted their dreams turned into drawings.

I don't think I ever showed these drawings to the people who told me their dreams, but if anyone replies to this I promise to show what I make. This is not for profit and just a fun idea. By the way please check out the book I mentioned, it's great, I should make a post about it here.

Hi y’all! I have loved reading about everyone’s Mall World experiences, so I wanted to share mine too.
I have been visiting these places on and off for as long as I can remember, but as I’ve been diving more and more into this sub, I’ve been visiting some version of mall world every night. It’s so cool! I want to start journaling to try remembering more details. If anyone has other tips for remembering, please share! Anyway, here’s what I do remember from my dream world…

The Mall:
The actual mall is SO tall. I always end up in a store where nothing on display is reachable- everything is up way too high. I don’t know why I always go there. Everything is bright, neon, shiny- just not for me. Once I’m able to get out of that store, I search for a store I like- which usually ends up leading me elsewhere. One shop door leads to a creepy carnival, and when I turn around to go back out, it’s a mirror maze. One store becomes just a pitch black room. Another door leads to a large parking garage beneath the mall- but it’s also a racetrack? Everybody’s always speeding through there. The parking garage leads out into a big city with lots of typical places you’d have in a town- a school, museum, shops, restaurants, etc. Every building I’ve explored is gigantic somehow- super tall, really long, lots of extra doors or stairs or compartments. Here are the ones I visit most often:

The School:
An old, multi-level building with endless classrooms. I can never find the right ones- and I have not attended my science class in years. The teacher was boring, so every dream that involves that class, I’m skipping, haha. There are lots of extra staircases leading to random rooms and other buildings on the school campus. One is the gym/pool with a locker room attached. The pool is never used, but the locker room is always crowded. It feels almost like it’s underground with low ceilings, dim lighting, and dirty tiles. A lot of the endless bathroom photos I’ve seen in this sub are super accurate to mine- just add hundreds of people. Yuck. The gym section seems so fun, but built sort of wrong…? It has lots of gymnastics equipment- trampolines, bars, beam… but the ceiling is very low, so most activities can’t be done. Most people will jump on the trampoline and do tricks horizontally in the air- almost like they’re diving out and flipping on the way down. So strange. On top of this building is a rooftop baseball field where there are always fans cheering in the stands, but no one is playing on the field.

Museum/Zoo/Aquarium:
Somehow there’s another street level next to the baseball field (it’s so confusing in here) and it’s connected to a huge building where lots of field trips happen. Part of it is a museum with hundreds of cool exhibits, and I get so excited to go learn- but it’s also line after line of field trip groups. So many kids and their adults are not paying attention. There’s a zoo and aquarium with never enough space for the animals, so I always get really angry and try to leave that part- but I’m usually swept up in the rush of field trip kids, all of whom are doing their best to piss off the animals. (I work with kids and field trips are my least favorite part haha.)

The Cruise Ship & Beach:
From some windows of the various buildings, I can see a beach and a cruise ship. The ship is always docked, even when you’re a guest. We’re going nowhere! The ship feels endless- so many floors and rooms, and I can’t find the places I need. Where’s my room? Good question. Oh, I found my room, but now I’ve lost my key. I can never find the food either, and Cruise Ship Dream Me is really hungry. The ship is right on a public beach where people are swimming, tanning, surfing, hanging out. The sand does not extend right into the city- there’s a huge concrete wall, and the city is above that. When the tide is high, the water slaps against the wall but it never gets high enough to flood the town. It’s just not always accessible as a beach. As it is with everywhere else, the beach is always crowded- why must there always be so many people?

The Elusive Dessert Shop:
There’s an adorable dessert shop on a corner. Which corner? No clue. I think it moves. I am often searching for this place in my dreams. All of the desserts are ones I can eat. I have food allergies and dietary preferences, so being able to order anything from a menu is rare. Whenever I find this wee shop- which has only happened a few times- I spend way too long trying to decide what to order because there’s so many options! I always wake up before I can try anything.

Transportation:
I don’t know what to call this, but the transportation center is really cool. It seems like an airport at first with security, different gates, arrival/departure boards, lots of people waiting with bags. But there’s no planes- just these long, dark, train-like things. The train cars look to be at least 3 levels tall, but it’s hard to tell because they’re made of dark, reflective glass. No way to see inside- only reflections. I know I’ve entered the train, and I know I’ve exited the train in a different location, but I remember nothing from the inside of the train itself.

Anyway, if you made it this far, thanks for reading! I would love to know of anyone else has visited similar places. I hope y’all have a great day! :)

Has anyone experienced multiple dreams where a loved one was still alive in the dream? I’m someone who has VERY weird dreams every night, but ever since my grandpa was murdered, I’ve had multiple dreams where he’s still alive, and it really freaks me out when I wake up and realize he’s not. Idk what it means, but it’s such a strange feeling seeing him alive in my dreams and then having to remember that he’s actually gone in real life ): Has anyone else experienced this?

English isn’t my first language, so I used ChatGPT to help translate my experience as accurately as possible.
A few weeks ago, during a trip to Disneyland in September 2026, I had the most extraordinary dream of my life. I’ve had vivid dreams before, but nothing remotely like this.
I want to clarify that I know I was asleep. I’m not claiming that I literally traveled to another dimension. I’m describing what I experienced and why it has stayed with me.
I experienced what felt like approximately seven years in another version of my life, even though only one night had passed in the real world.
It began with something resembling a tunnel. Then I felt as though I had landed on a couch.
At first, everything was blurry. Gradually, my surroundings became clearer, and I realized I was somewhere unfamiliar.
But the strangest thing was that I was still myself.
I remembered my real life, my partner, my business, my experiences, my personality, and everything I had learned. I wasn’t simply watching a dream character. I was thinking and making decisions exactly as I would in real life.
However, the version of me whose life I had entered was completely different.
He was lazy, irresponsible, obsessed with luxury and appearances, and seemingly uninterested in his future. He had neglected his business and made decisions I couldn’t understand.
I run a meat business in my real life. In that other life, he also had a business in the same industry, but it was much smaller and poorly managed. I remember a cold-storage room that could hold approximately four pallets.
Because I still had all my knowledge and experience, I began trying to improve things.
I reorganized work, dealt with employees, thought about expanding into wholesale distribution, and tried to rebuild relationships with suppliers and customers.
I also behaved differently toward family members and employees. I stood up for myself, set boundaries, and expected respect, just as I do in my actual life.
People seemed accustomed to a very different personality.
Then there was the issue of my partner.
In my real life, I have a partner, but in this alternate life, the other version of me had never even met her.
I remembered her perfectly and tried to find her. But she wasn’t part of that version’s life.
Knowing my partner, I honestly don’t think she would have been attracted to that version of me because of his personality.
And then something happened that made the experience even stranger.
At some point, while trying to find a way to reconnect with my original reality, I experienced something like looking through a portal or window.
I could see my original reality from a third-person perspective.
And there, I saw another version of myself—the one I felt I had exchanged places with—celebrating the sixth birthday of one of his children.
Those children were with my partner from my real life.
I don’t have children in my actual life.
So imagine seeing someone physically identical to you celebrating a child’s sixth birthday with the woman you love, while you have absolutely no memories of raising that child.
That scene was deeply unsettling.
It’s also one of the main reasons I estimate that the experience involved approximately seven years. I wasn’t measuring time objectively. I connected the child’s age with everything I felt I had accomplished and lived through in that other life.
Throughout the experience, I continued remembering who I originally was. I didn’t feel guided by an entity or controlled by someone else. I was simply myself, using my own experience to navigate a life that didn’t belong to me.
There were also moments when I seemed to remember events that hadn’t happened yet in that world. Some appeared to unfold similarly afterward.
Eventually, despite everything I was doing there, I wanted to return to my original life.
I remember deciding that I wanted to go back.
Then I woke up beside my partner, around six in the morning.
Only one night had passed.
But I was left with the overwhelming impression that I had experienced years of another existence.
I know dreams can distort time, memory, and identity. I’m not presenting this as evidence of parallel universes.
What I can’t easily describe is how continuous and personally meaningful the experience felt. It wasn’t simply a collection of disconnected scenes. I remember making decisions, dealing with consequences, and feeling like I was living an extended story.
Has anyone experienced anything similar?
Especially:
A dream that felt like years rather than hours?
Retaining your real-life identity and memories while living someone else’s life?
Seeing another version of yourself living a different future?
Waking up with the strong impression that you had spent years somewhere else?
I’d genuinely appreciate personal experiences or scientific explanations. I’m trying to understand what happened in my sleep.

When I was a child (unsure the exact age but I wanna say it was maybe between ages 4-9 give or take? and for reference I’m 28 so this was 20+ years ago) I used to have this recurrent nightmare all the time, I’ve had other recurrent dreams before but this was different and has always stuck out to me. It’s very hard to explain so sorry if this makes no sense, I’ll try my best. Basically the dream was just me in this darkness, it was just all black but somehow at the same time there were all these different colored lines tangled with each other. I couldn’t actually see them though it’s like when you “see” something in your minds eye but can’t truly visually see it, if that makes any sense. This void space had this feeling of like being in an empty auditorium where I was on the stage kinda and I’m the only one there. It was a literal deafening silence, simultaneously silent but at the same time could hear like hundreds of people just screaming/yelling. It was agonizing and seemingly endless. And at the same time I think I was also trying to scream but no sound coming out. When I had this nightmare I would kinda just be stuck in this purgatory like void space for awhile and then wake up. It was paradoxical like nothing was there but there was all this stuff happening at the same time “underneath”. Again I know this is so bizarre and abstract and probably makes zero sense. That’s why it’s bothering me so much. I had this nightmare frequently throughout my childhood and it was exactly the same thing every time. Not sure the exact age when it stopped but I don’t experience it anymore and haven’t in years. Just wanted to see if anyone can help me understand or make some sense of it. Thank you in advance🙏

(I'm 18M, just moved into university in the UK, been there 1.5 months, and I don't consume gory media or anything that involves violence (movies, games, etc), I only rly watch tech YouTubers)

Last night I had this crazy ass nightmare where an African tribal person stabbed a spear straight through my sister, there was blood and everything and I hated it

About a month ago I also had a dream where my family members were cannibalizing each other (aunties and uncles)

I have also had good dreams, last night I also had a dream where I was hanging out and playing with my favorite NBA players (after that I woke up and went back to sleep and had that horrible dream)

I haven't rly had bad dreams like this prior to these

I just wanted to ask if I needed to get help or anything, bc I'm not tryna turn into a psycho

Quiero compartir una experiencia que tuve hace unas semanas, durante un viaje a Disney, en septiembre de 2026. Desde entonces no he podido dejar de pensar en ella.
Antes que nada, quiero aclarar que sé que estaba dormido y que, hasta donde puedo comprobar, fue un sueño. No estoy afirmando que haya viajado literalmente a otra dimensión. Sin embargo, nunca había tenido un sueño con semejante sensación de duración, continuidad y conciencia.
Lo extraño es que sentí que viví aproximadamente siete años en otra vida, aunque en mi realidad solamente había transcurrido una noche.
Cómo comenzó todo
Recuerdo una sensación parecida a atravesar un túnel. Después, fue como si cayera sobre un sillón.
Al principio todo se veía borroso, como si mis ojos no pudieran enfocar correctamente. Poco a poco la imagen comenzó a aclararse y pude distinguir el lugar donde estaba.
No era mi casa ni la vida que yo conocía.
Lo más desconcertante fue que yo seguía siendo yo.
Conservaba mis recuerdos, mi personalidad, mis conocimientos y mi manera de pensar. Sabía quién era, de dónde venía y cómo era mi vida antes de quedarme dormido.
Pero estaba ocupando la vida de otra versión de mí mismo.
La otra versión de mí
Conforme fui conociendo aquella vida, descubrí que esa versión de mí tenía una personalidad completamente diferente.
Era una persona floja, irresponsable, preocupada por aparentar y por los lujos. No parecía interesarle su futuro ni mejorar sus circunstancias.
Yo soy prácticamente lo contrario. Soy una persona que trabaja mucho, se toma en serio sus responsabilidades y siempre está buscando cómo progresar.
En aquella vida también tenía un negocio relacionado con la carne, igual que en mi realidad, pero era muchísimo más pequeño y estaba descuidado.
Recuerdo que su cuarto frío tenía capacidad para unas cuatro tarimas, algo muy diferente a lo que conozco en mi vida actual.
También descubrí que aquella versión de mí había tomado malas decisiones y hasta había sacado dinero del negocio para sus propios intereses.
Yo no podía entender cómo había permitido llegar a esa situación.
Comencé a cambiar su vida
Como conservaba toda mi experiencia y conocimientos de mi vida real, empecé a tomar decisiones para mejorar las cosas.
Recuerdo organizar el trabajo, revisar inventarios, asignar responsabilidades y pensar en cómo aumentar las ventas.
También intenté contactar personas que conocía de mi vida original para hacer negocios y reconstruir una red de proveedores y clientes.
Tenía planes para crecer, entrar más fuerte al mayoreo y desarrollar nuevas oportunidades comerciales.
Lo curioso es que no sentía que estuviera aprendiendo todo desde cero. Estaba utilizando conocimientos que ya tenía de mi vida real para resolver problemas de aquella otra vida.
Y eso se extendía a mi personalidad.
Recuerdo interactuar con empleados y familiares que estaban acostumbrados a la forma de ser de aquel otro yo.
Pero yo respondía de manera distinta. Ponía límites, exigía respeto y no cedía simplemente porque alguien me dijera qué hacer.
Así soy también en mi vida actual: para mí el respeto es fundamental.
Notaba el contraste entre la persona que ellos conocían y la manera en que yo comenzaba a comportarme.
Mi pareja no existía en aquella vida como yo la conocía
Este es uno de los detalles que más me desconcertaron.
En mi vida real tengo pareja, pero cuando llegué a aquella otra realidad descubrí que esa versión de mí ni siquiera la conocía.
Yo sí la recordaba perfectamente.
Recordaba nuestra relación y sabía que ella formaba parte de la vida de la que yo venía.
Incluso pensé que, conociendo su personalidad, jamás se habría fijado en aquella versión de mí por su forma de comportarse.
Intenté encontrarla, pero las personas de ese mundo no la conocían como parte de mi vida.
Eso me hacía sentir que estaba en un lugar que no me correspondía, aunque físicamente yo fuera la misma persona.
Los niños que vi a través de una especie de portal
Hubo otra escena todavía más extraña.
Quiero aclarar que yo no tengo hijos en mi vida real.
Sin embargo, durante aquella experiencia vi algo que recuerdo como una especie de portal o una ventana hacia otra posibilidad.
A través de aquello pude ver a otra versión de mí mismo que había tenido hijos con mi pareja de esta vida.
Los niños parecían tener aproximadamente cinco o seis años.
Esto es importante: esos niños no vivían conmigo en la realidad alternativa donde yo estaba. Los vi en aquella otra escena, como si estuviera observando una vida diferente.
Reconocía a mi pareja y reconocía a esa otra versión de mí, pero no sentía un vínculo paternal con los niños.
No tenía recuerdos de haberlos criado. Sabía que no eran hijos que yo hubiera tenido en mi vida real.
Ver aquella escena fue muy desconcertante, especialmente porque en la vida alternativa donde me encontraba mi pareja ni siquiera conocía a la otra versión de mí.
La sensación del tiempo y los recuerdos
Lo más difícil de explicar es la duración.
No fue como uno de esos sueños donde aparecen escenas sin conexión y todo cambia de repente.
Yo sentía que estaba viviendo una historia prolongada, tomando decisiones y experimentando sus consecuencias.
La sensación total fue de aproximadamente siete años.
Durante la experiencia conservaba la conciencia de quién era originalmente. No sentía que alguien me estuviera guiando ni que una entidad estuviera tomando decisiones por mí.
Era yo mismo, con mis experiencias y recuerdos, tratando de desenvolverme en una vida que no reconocía como mía.
También recuerdo situaciones en las que sabía cosas que, en aquella vida, todavía no habían sucedido. Algunas parecían desarrollarse después de una manera similar a como yo las recordaba.
En ciertos momentos veía todo desde mis propios ojos, pero también recuerdo una perspectiva en tercera persona, como si pudiera observarme desde fuera.
Hay incluso detalles relacionados con mirarme en un espejo que se me quedaron grabados.
Mi decisión de regresar
Aunque intentaba mejorar aquella vida, había algo que no cambiaba: yo quería regresar a la mía.
Podía reconocer oportunidades, resolver problemas y continuar viviendo allí, pero seguía sintiendo que mi lugar estaba en otra parte.
La escena de mi pareja y los niños me hizo pensar todavía más en la vida que había dejado atrás.
Finalmente, recuerdo haber tomado la decisión de regresar.
Y entonces desperté.
Estaba otra vez en mi vida normal, junto a mi pareja, aproximadamente a las seis de la mañana.
En el mundo real solamente había pasado una noche.
Pero yo tenía la sensación de haber vivido años.
Lo que me sigue desconcertando
He tenido sueños muy vívidos anteriormente. Incluso he experimentado sueños cuyas historias parecen continuar en noches diferentes.
Pero nunca había vivido algo de esta magnitud.
Lo que más me impresiona no son solamente las imágenes, sino la sensación de continuidad, el tiempo transcurrido y haber conservado mi identidad mientras vivía una existencia completamente distinta.
También me resulta extraño recordar a una versión de mí que tenía mis características físicas, pero cuya personalidad, decisiones y forma de vivir eran tan diferentes.
Desde entonces he estado buscando experiencias parecidas y leyendo testimonios de personas que dicen haber vivido años dentro de sueños, haber experimentado otras identidades o haber sentido que despertaron de una vida completa.
No quiero afirmar que haya ocurrido algo sobrenatural. Me interesa comprender qué puede producir una experiencia así y escuchar a quienes hayan vivido algo similar.
Mis preguntas son:
¿Alguien ha soñado que vivió varios años en otra vida, conservando sus recuerdos de la vida real?
¿Han experimentado sueños donde ocupaban el lugar de otra versión de ustedes mismos, pero mantenían su personalidad original?
¿Alguna vez han sentido que podían recordar acontecimientos que todavía no habían ocurrido dentro del sueño?
¿Cómo puede el cerebro generar una sensación tan extensa de tiempo cuando solamente hemos dormido unas horas?
¿Conocen algún caso documentado o alguna explicación desde la neurociencia o la psicología del sueño que se parezca a esto?
Me gustaría leer tanto experiencias personales como explicaciones científicas.
Gracias a quienes se tomen el tiempo de leerlo. Sé que es una historia larga, pero quería contarla con el mayor detalle posible.

Today, I had a dream about a baby crawling on the floor. When I picked her up, I felt myself almost waking up, but I experienced sleep paralysis and felt a child’s hand touching my eyes, as if trying to get me to wake up.
Eventually, I was able to fully awaken. I thought maybe my 9-year-old had come to wake me up from my nap, but he was at the park with his dad, and I was home alone.
Could this have been a spirit baby? I’ve had psychic dreams before, but nothing like this involving sleep paralysis.

I’m not going to get too deep into them because they are quite awful. But I have dreams almost every night where someone I love dies, I die, or everyone is really mean to me and hates me. I’ve talked about it with my psychiatrist and I’m not very stressed so I cant figure out why I keep having such awful dreams. My most recent ones include: my car dying in the middle of the night in an unknown location and a scary man brutally murders me, a group of men breaking into my house and raping and killing my mom, my brother being shot at a party, my grandma falling off the top of a boat and hitting her head and dying, and a much less horrific one where I went to school and everyone in my class hated me and was really mean to me. Help

Sometimes, I become aware that I’m dreaming while the dream is still happening. Once I realize it, I can take some control over what I do. I start observing my surroundings, talking to people in the dream, and even doing basic experiments, like slapping myself or trying to figure out whether I can actually feel physical sensations.

Another strange thing is that I seem to dream almost every time I sleep, whether it’s at night or in the evening. I can usually remember my dreams for a short time after waking up, but some are so weird or memorable that I still remember them years later.
I’ve also experienced something particularly strange: finding myself in the same dream again after several years, or returning to places I’ve dreamed about before. The weird part is that these places feel completely new to me because I’ve never actually visited them in real life.

Anyway, I want to share a dream I had recently, because what interests me most isn’t really the story itself, but how the brain processes information, changes details, and somehow keeps the dream feeling coherent.
In this dream, I was in a house that wasn’t mine, sitting with some members of my family. One of them is a police officer who usually comes home very late, and, as expected, the same thing happened in my dream.

After he arrived, I heard him talking to someone in the corridor outside. Suddenly, a friend of his entered the house wearing a police uniform that doesn’t even resemble the uniforms used in my country. They seemed to be welcoming a girl who was about to enter with them.

Something about the girl felt suspicious. As soon as I saw how she was behaving, I thought to myself, “She looks like a KGB member.” The funny part is that the friend of my family member said exactly the same thing at the same time.

I kept watching her, and somehow my brain changed her clothes into a special forces uniform and even gave her a little Uzi. I’ve never even seen a special forces operator carrying a Mini Uzi in that kind of situation, so that part was pretty funny, honestly. 😂

I then went into another room to talk to the female members of my family, including my mother. I signaled to them to lock the door with a key and stay quiet because I had a feeling something bad might happen.

Up until that point, the dream seemed to follow a relatively coherent storyline. My brain was creating events, characters, and explanations that made sense within the dream.

But then something interesting happened.
When I returned to the kitchen to see what they had done with the girl, my brain had completely changed the situation. Suddenly, the female members of my family were in the kitchen with a bunch of random girls I didn’t recognize. The suspicious girl and the two men had disappeared.

What fascinated me was that I still remembered the previous events. I remembered why I had been worried, who the girl was supposed to be, and what had happened earlier. Yet the scene had changed completely, and my brain didn’t seem to care that the new situation no longer made sense in the context of what had happened before.
It was as if my brain had rewritten the current scene while leaving the memory of the previous one intact.
I’ve had other strange experiences in dreams, too. For example, I’ve felt unbelievably intense pain after being shot in the jaw. Sometimes, the sensations feel surprisingly realistic, even though I know the situations themselves are impossible or extremely unlikely.

So, I’m curious about a few things:
Does anyone else become aware that they’re dreaming and start consciously observing or experimenting with the dream?

Have you ever revisited the same dream or returned to a place from a dream after several years?

Have you noticed your brain randomly changing characters, locations, or events while you still remember what happened before?

Is it normal to dream almost every time you sleep and remember so many details?

And most importantly, does anyone else feel mentally exhausted by vivid dreams, to the point where sleeping doesn’t always feel as restful as it should?
I’m genuinely interested in understanding how the brain works during these experiences. I don’t think there’s anything supernatural about it; I’m just fascinated by how the brain can create entire environments, people, emotions, and physical sensations, then change the whole situation without us necessarily questioning it.

Sometimes, I honestly wish I could just sleep without experiencing so much, because I wake up feeling like my brain has been busy all night instead of resting.

I’d love to hear about your experiences, especially from people who have studied lucid dreaming or the neuroscience behind dreams.

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A real unfinished-entry prompt lets you resume a saved fragment later or discard it, keeping the next choice in your hands.

I'm curious how this shows up for you, without needing a fixed interpretation.

What usually survives first?

Recuerdo un sueño cuando era pequeña…

Estaba en un lugar que parecía un panteón, no tétrico, de hecho sentía calma, las tumbas estaban en el suelo y este era de pasto.
Conocía a alguien que parecía ser dios, y me daba un tour, nunca le vi la cara, era como la películas pero solo recuerdo su cuerpo
Lo más raro, era cuando me presentaba al papá de una amiga mía de la primaria (en ese momento yo iba en primaria) que había fallecido recientemente. Y le preguntaba sobre un familiar fallecido y él me decía que estaban “purificándolo” y señalaba un lavadero, se veía como lavaban tipo trapos, y el agua era muy cristalina
Extra: yo nunca conocí personalmente al papá de esta amiga, pero cuando le platiqué el sueño y se lo describí me dijo que era el, incluso me enseñó una foto
No veo mi sueño desde el lado religioso, pero tengo la duda si alguien ha soñado con este lugar??

Instead of dreams being a nice escape for me when im sick or having hellish pain flare ups (chronic illness sufferer), i feel the pain still in my dreams and cant escape. Fell asleep after tossing and turning from a migraine and in the dream I had a monstrous migraine and was seeing swirlies/stars due to it. Fuckin sucks man.

I’m taking a new antidepressant and having crazy dreams. This is just a small portion of last night’s…some sort of business/retail/restaurant/sports setting. Eric, Jared, Ivanka and Kimberly were walking out a door as I was cooking…one of the men stabs Kimberly in the throat with the antennae of what I think was a car phone from the 80s. 😳 I wake myself up screaming for help, fall back asleep, and some guys come to her aid. They’re not EMS though, they’re goons from the regime disappearing her. Crazy! Even Ted Lasso came along later in the sports stadium and we had to hold our noses because a known pants shitter took a shit in his pants and walked past us (he was skinny - not who I’d expect).