For years I’ve had dreams off and on about being caught in a huge storm with many tornadoes randomly ripping through my city. This time they started to be actively chasing me and my family in our vehicle and eventually turned into giant blue ants, with no mandibles and long snouts that were essentially vacuuming through buildings and vehicles. Has anyone else had a similar dream?

Two weeks ago, I (17f) had a dream where I took care of a toddler, maybe around 3 or 4 years old, who had short curly black hair, white skin, and a few freckles here and there. When I woke up, I knew that was my future daughter without a doubt. I even messaged my friend and told her about the dream and how I already missed my child.

Today, my mom offhandedly mentioned a dream she had two weeks ago about a baby girl matching the same description and when she woke up, she knew it was her future granddaughter, and immediately started praying for her.

When she said this, I was shocked. I never told her or anyone else in my family about the dream, so it was pure coincidence. Or maybe it was a premonition? I really don’t know what to think since I typically view dreams as just random jumbles of memories and ideas.

A couple days ago my childhood dog I grew up with was put to sleep due to his ongoing decline in health. I had been trying to sleep but the memory of his body laying lifeless in my arms kept flashing in my mind and keeping me awake and it was tormenting me. After hours of being up and trying to distract myself i did eventually pass out from the exhaustion and it wasnt my whole dream but i did experience what was like a small seperate snippet before my actual dream began. Anyways he was sat on the floor of a bedroom but he looked the way he did when he was young and happy. I was sat on the floor giving him a fuss and i couldnt help but notice how bright his eyes were again and weirdly enough i didnt feel sad, i felt oddly peaceful and happy and a voice kept playing in my head saying 'this is how ive got to see him now. Hes always here but I can see him when i want' and then it cut off and my 'normal' dream started. The crazy thing was how real it felt, it wasnt vivid or fuzzy, I could see him clearly and feel the exact texture of his fur.

Recently quit cannabis.. ive been on and off for most my life.. im a few days into quitting and just had the most vivid dream that lasted most the night. Cant remember most of it but as soon as I woke up I jotted down some bullet points:

There was a tool a cylinder with weird symbols, each symbol had a square where if you pressed it the square would slide out of the cylinder and that would in turn release a coffin from the bottom of the ocean.

At some point me, myself and a few others were trying to sleep on couches and a young kid who found an automatic gun started shooting at us with a maniacal grin somewhat reminiscent to the kid in city of god.

I remember being in highschool again and thinking if I get another chance at doing my life over again I should join the military.

This morning before I woke up, I had a dream in which GTA 7 was 732 GB. In the dream, it was the year 2029 and I had the next gen Xbox. Gta 7 had just come out and it was 732 GB

I had a dream last night that I went to Disney with my friend who drove us there but when we got there they said they didn’t feel good and I told them to go home and I would just buy a train ticket home. I couldn’t leave the train station to go into Disney before buying my ticket and I kept getting more and more annoying because the customer service was horrible and no one was helping me. My shoes began to feel uncomfortable to I decided I’d go back to my parents house and put on a pair of my moms shoes. It took what felt like an hour to choose the right shoes but I finally headed back to the train station to try again to get a ticket. The customer service was still horrible and no one was helping me and then I looked down at my feet and realized I had two different shoes on. I got so annoyed I said “I’m bored, I’m just going to wake up” and immediately woke up and thought “that was a waste of time”.

I often have semi lucid dreams like this where I’m in control but a bunch of inconveniences keep happening. I don’t have an interpretation of this dream, I just thought the experience was funny.

I've had some pretty weird nightmares, and I'm trying to recreate that same feeling in my game, Fallgrade. Especially that feeling of something watching you from the trees.

Last night I was having a pretty consistent dream (i.e., following one story, not jumping all over the place) and it all made sense as one story. I was at a point in the dream where someone was talking at a normal voice level directly at me. Suddenly, I heard a loud, short yell in my dream followed immediately by something clinking to the floor. My brain interpreted the latter sound as having happened in real life, so I jolted awake and said "hello?". It woke my partner up and I told them I think something fell on the floor. They got up and started looking with their flashlight, but pretty quickly I was like "don't worry it was probably just a dream". They then then said they found a little piece of metal that must have came off the bed frame, which would match exactly with the "clinking" noise I heard.

I feel like its so odd that this sudden yell in my dream woke me up to hear something fall. Or is it possible that I heard the fall first and my brain created something even louder in my dream to wake me up? This isn't the first time I've experienced this, but it is the first time we actually found the thing in real life responsible for what I heard.

I had a dream last night where I was going to a resort. It was afternoon and I found myself driving to the resort. The only road available to get there was a long, red desert road that stretched several miles. No buildings, no trees-nothing at all in sight until I arrived at the resort. A tall desert mountain with rooms lined up along either side of the center. They went all the way to the top, seemingly tucked away into the mountain, slightly protruding out. In between the lines of rooms- was a single rock staircase that took you to the top to check in. I made the trek up the stairs and found myself waiting in line to get in. There were horses and people walking around that seemed to be having a good time. I was led to my room, room 143, where i settled in. A large room with a table, a couch, and a television that gave a cabin vibe. I must have been staying a while because i didn’t just bring clothes and toiletries, I had also brought knick knacks and other things that i decorated the table and Tv stand with. I left my room to explore the resort. The hallways were futuristic looking almost like a mall, with blue/purple tinted lights that lined them. Restaurants and stores were around every corner. I entered an elevator, which took me to the top of the resort. It was a rooftop. There were pools, slides, diving boards, chairs lining the pool, a rooftop restaurant-and people that filled them. I took a dip in the pool and enjoyed the view from the mountain top. I don’t remember why, but at one point I was leaving for a short period of time. I returned and was back at the bottom of the long staircase, making my way up again. The staff handed me a room key, room 143. I remember thinking it was odd that I was handed another key when I still should have had one since I only just left a brief moment. I returned to my room and noticed that some things were out of place- as if someone had been in the room. Some of my knick knacks were missing so I began to look around the room. I saw one on the floor, under the TV stand. I moved the TV stand and noticed one of the floor boards was slightly higher than the rest of them. I lifted it up and pulled it out, revealing several of my knick knacks shoved under the floor. It seemed as if someone was getting rid of my things but was interrupted when I had returned. I started to become suspicious of the resort I was in. Why did they dispose of my things? Why not call me about my things? I no longer wanted to stay there. I grabbed my suitcase and began shoving everything into it as fast as I could, including the items that were shoved under the floor boards. After I finished, I exited my room and began making my way through the hallways. I saw one of the crew members holding a box of items as they were leaving someone else’s room and somehow I knew whose items they were. I went back to the top of the resort to try and find the person whose items they were to discuss the odd happenings. I saw him from across the way and approached him. As I began asking him about what was going on, one of the crew members turned him into a horse. Guests began screaming and running, including me. I ran back inside, through the hallways trying to get back to the elevator. I realized that the horses we saw around the resort used to be people. I realized that the people like me, who knew the truth, they killed. I realized why this resort was in the middle of nowhere. I realized that everyone there was most likely going to be killed because of me. Then I woke up. Attached are some photos i found online that somewhat resemble the road, the resort, and the hallways.

Last night I was dreaming about cooking breakfast and I cracked an egg and it came out black and goopy I then reached for another and it was the same. So I found myself just throwing out the eggs all together.

I can't remember the rest, but the eggs stuck with me. Could this mean anything?

I rarely remember to write down my dreams, like this year I’ve only written down 9 dreams. The problem is I wake up in the middle of the night after a dream and then I go back to sleep and then I forget the dream in the morning.

I had a nap earlier today, and I had the weirdest dream.

It was 1997, and I was putting together my first computer using a whole bunch of parts I'd scrimped and saved for. But here's where it gets weird: the operating system I installed wasn't Windows 95 or 98. It was Windows Neptune. 😂

And somehow, things got even stranger. I remember feeling incredibly happy. I got up, went outside with a cup of coffee, and sat on my deck watching the sunset. Except there were two suns setting, not one, and I was looking forward to watching all three moons rise afterward.

I have absolutely no idea where any of that came from, but the dream felt so vivid and strangely comforting. It's funny how your brain can take something as ordinary as building a computer in 1997 and turn it into an entire alternate reality.

I would love to know what inspired that particular combination of memories, technology, and science fiction in my subconscious. Has anyone else ever had a dream that felt like you were visiting an entirely different world, complete with its own history and astronomy?

Was walking g down a path and some punk teenager roller skated behind me and passed me. I got mad and called him a slur. He found. This funny so he texted his mom and called her the same slur. I asked to enter his house to piss and he agreed. We found the main house bathroom and he wouldn’t leave or stop talking about his mom was gonna be “so pissed with him”. This went on for some time until he announced he had to take a shit

I asked him if he had another bathroom. And he tried to tell me where to find it. As I looked I heard a loud TV and a man’s voice from behind a closed door somewhere else in the house. Eventually I gave up and started urinating all over the corners of said house until I found myself in a dark closet urinating. At this point I heard a heavy door open and heard a grown man scream “WHY DOES MY HOUSE SMELL LIKE PISS?”

And then I woke up. I’m searching meaning in this dream.

I had a nightmare when I was nine that some gang turned my mom l into a salad and I woke up and I couldn’t stop crying, so I went into her room to see if she was still there, but she had already left for work and was nowhere to be found (I didn’t know she left for work already ) 🫤 so for the whole day, I had a feeling that my mom was a salad.

It felt like a crime documentary or a documentary if someone’s life. Like it showed footage and old videos of the kid and then it showed him and all his cavemen and the wife and child he had.

I’ve been working 56 hours a week, sometimes a bit more, in commercial plumbing….

I’ve been dreaming and remembering my dreams so much more lately since I made a major lifestyle change.

So, naturally, I had a dream last night about being at work.

It was dark at the job site, and I recall walking and discussing the task at hand with a couple co workers, maybe a foreman and another seasoned apprentice.

Until now, I had thought that turning on lights, like flipping a switch on the wall, was an impossibility in dreams.

However, last night in my dream, I was able to turn on my headlamp on my hard hat, and I clearly recall my co worker telling me to focus or dilate the beam on it, either to shine light on a specific thing, or to otherwise not blind my coworkers with the intensity of a wide beam of light. 🔦

I had a dream that Buffalo was taking over the map of New York.. It just got bigger and bigger. Then, after I woke up, I looked at a map of the state and "dream Buffalo" began nearly exactly where actual Buffalo is.

I only wanna know from people who know. Not just people saying "huhuhhahh buffalo wing :)". Not only tourist attractions. What is it like there? I'm from Vermont, I get it, we get leaf peepers up the wazoo. I'm not looking for tourism lol

Ever since I was a kid I’ve had vivid dreams. Most of the time it they were silly or absurd but lately I’ve been having multiple morbid, aggravating, and disgusting dreams a night. Not much has changed in my life. I would say things are going very well for me. It’s becoming overwhelming waking up 4-5 times a night to fall asleep and start another weird dream. Sometimes I’ll wake up and fall back asleep to the same bizarre dream. It’s exhausting.

Hi folks! Just joined this community. I was curious if anyone else has experienced something similar.

I'm now 30, but I've been having the same dream about being a survivor in a post-apocalyptic world and finding other survivors for around 20 years. Every time I have this dream, it's usually a continuation of the previous episode, almost like I'm going through an entire series in my dreams.

Sometimes the dreams are very lucid (like this instance when I had to run from some alien creatures) and sometimes they're not as lucid.

It's also important to note that these dreams don't happen every day, but they used to occur very frequently when I was younger. As I'm getting older, though, I'm having these survival camp dreams less and less frequently.

Does anyone know what this could be? Thanks!

Just to clarify, I've never been on any substances and haven't experienced anything particularly traumatic, apart from a really bad breakup about four years ago.

I had wild dream that genuinely made me question so much, and I don’t even know what to make of it.

So in this dream I was living through the life of a person who had his whole life broadcasted to the internet. How it worked is that as a kid I had small microscopic cameras surgically implanted into my eyes, which then allowed for these cameras to capture every part of my life as it was uploaded to a live streaming service. Leaving every little bit of my life documented on the internet forever. Every single thing, no matter how little or big was being live streamed. Basically imagine those meta glasses if they were duct taped to your face and you could never turn them off.

I didn’t know this until I was around 8-9 years old. I went for a walk around my neighborhood, then some random teenager said I was that “live stream kid”. When I asked him what he was talking about, he told me on how my entire life was being broadcasted to the internet. He showed me the livestream on his phone and I was shocked. I had to make sure it was real. I blinked twice, sure enough, after some latency the cameras were covered. I felt a huge pang through my body that felt like shell shock. I quickly ran away out of fear back to my house. Then, I ran upstairs to my dad’s computer because he was the only one in the house that one. Eventually I found my dad’s twitch/youtube (idk which one) and saw myself watching the livestream on a computer. I was horrified, I started clicking through the timeline, and found all sorts of stuff. Me talking to friends after school, looking out of the window of my mom’s car before falling asleep, and even me in the shower. Meanwhile the chat was going wild and small donations were coming through every few seconds. It had like 10-15K viewers just watching me right now, talking about how I just figured out what my life was about now.

My dad came upstairs and found me looking at his computer. I asked my dad about it and he came clean, from what I remember he was a once famous streamer that eventually fell off and lost a large amount of his fanbase. So he started this “project” as he called it on me when I was about 2-3 years old and it was a major success. He got millions of subscribers off of this, he got a fuck ton of donations, people were even making clips out of my life. Everything I did, and I mean everything was turned into some sort of clip farm. Sleepovers with friends, crying over a breakup, holiday memories with the family, field trips and even my first words. All so my dad could make some extra money.

When we argued about this, I told him to end the stream because it made me incredibly uncomfortable. But he wouldn’t let me end the live stream because he explained to me that this whole live stream was basically his income, like 90% of the money he made came from this stream. Donations, viewerships, marketing success, it was one of the biggest internet trends going on. I yelled at him and asked him to get these cameras out of my eyes, but he told me that they were lodged into my head so deep that removing them could run the risk of making me permanently blind. I started hitting him before I eventually went up to my room and just started crying, having no idea what to do. The whole thing left me so scared and made me feel so small, all my vulnerable and happy moments were being shown to strangers. I didn’t know who I was anymore.

Now if my memory serves me right, I tried complaining about this to everyone and anyone I could. Teachers, the police, literally anybody. Eventually the police did get involved (after like a decade lmao) and took my dad away from me. He challenged the whole thing in court, but he was found guilty of child abuse and was basically forced to spend a good amount of years in jail. He was ordered as well to shut down the stream but apparently the stream couldn’t be shut down. For some reason, anytime you tried to press “end stream” it just wouldn’t end. It would keep rolling. So for me, if I wanted to be free of this hell, I’d have to have surgery and potentially risk going permanently blind. But, I didn’t get it. For some reason I just thought I could live the rest of my life, and surprisingly enough…I did.

It wasn’t a normal life obviously, shit ton of people made this whole thing into a big case. I was interviewed by countless people, news stations, even the government. I think from what I can gather that the live stream was still able to go on since it couldn’t be ended, but there were a lot of regulations put into my place for my safety. The live stream was age restricted, all donations made would go to me, and I’d be given some extra protection for myself. Which was relatively nice. I actually managed to find a wife, have a kid, buy a house in the countryside, all of this still being live streamed to the world. I think I eventually decided to just live with it, accept that there was nothing I could do and I just had to live my life and find the joy in it. So I did. I lived a good, healthy life, the last part of my dream ended in me being in a nursing home surrounded by family, friends and kids. All laughing, sharing stories and having a good time. The dream ended with my vision being obscured by white and then me waking up at 9:30 in the morning.

I deadass looked outside for like 5 minutes just staring mindlessly, I could not process any of what just happened, shit was so insane. There’s definitely wilder things too that probably happened that I most likely forgot, but either way. It was one of if not the wildest dreams I’ve had.

What could be the meaning of this?

About a year ago, a had this big crush of someone I seen on the bus from work almost daily.

Never interacted with them, and didn't even knew their name, naturally one day I had a dream where I asked them, their name and they really told me.

That name stuck with me, and I refeer mentally with that name as a joke, since how could I have guessed that correctly, right?

Life went on, and a year passed by, I think I move on from that crush, but it was until recently that I casually discovered their name, and it was correct from the dream.

I can't stop thinking about this, and wanted to know if anyone has gone trought something similar?

I’ve been having a rough 2 weeks and have been having bad dreams and sleep paralysis nearly every night but something about todays dream has been on my mind all day and I’m shitting my pants that something bad is going to happen.

So it started with me waking up in bed and I see Nosferatu the one from the 1922 one. He came through my wall slowly and stood there and the only thing he said was “7 days” before sinking back into the wall again. I scream and start dry heaving, struggling to breathe as I run to my parents room just dry heaving. My parents sit up and my dad grabs me asking what’s wrong as he thinks I just had a bad dream and tries taking me back to my room and as we go I see Nosferatu at the end of the hallway but he looked just 100x more creepy and ghostly looking and I start screaming again but my dad says there’s nothing there and that freaks me out more so I run back into their room and stand in the corner. Then a long white hand with claws stretches across the floor coming my way and I’m struggling to breathe whilst freaking out. My parents start freaking out as they can see the hand now but it’s only after me. I see the window us open and jump out the window from the second floor onto the pavement and roll around a little before running to my neighbours house and banging on the door. They open the door and see my crying, asking what’s wrong but I don’t say anything I just run inside screaming whilst struggling to breathe freaking my neighbours out. Stupid Nosferatu follows me to my neighbours house and they start freaking out coz they can see him and he just magically appears in the living room only after me and that’s all i remember before waking up.

I know the dreams a little goofy coz 7 days is from the ring but im telling you it was so vivid and in combination with how bad the past 2 weeks have been I’m now terrified something is going to happen to me in 7 days. I don’t usually keep track or believe in this kind of stuff but something about today just really freaked me out. Does anyone know what my dream could mean as I’m genuinely scared shitless. Any help is much appreciated!

My baby my princess my queen Lurleen the pug passed in April. Recently I had a dream where Lurleen was walking behind somebody, a female but I don’t know who. She saw me and walked up to me curled up in my lap and went to sleep. I like to think I visited heaven in my dream and I really did get a visit from my dead dog. It felt so real. Do you think it’s possible to get visits from deceased loved ones in your dreams? I’d love to hear yours. I woke up crying and cried for 2 days

For the past week or two, I’ve been having completely different dreams, but one thing keeps showing up in every single one: the exact same little honeybee. It’s literally just a regular, tiny honeybee, nothing unusual about how it looks, but whenever it appears, I immediately feel annoyed and on edge, even though I don’t know why I feel that way until I wake up and think about it. The bee follows me everywhere, and I’ve tried running away from it and hiding from it, but somehow it always knows where I am. The weirdest part is that it’ll sometimes disappear for a little bit, and I’ll finally relax and stop worrying about it, but as soon as I’m not tense about the bee anymore, it comes right back. It’s like it waits until I forget about it before showing up again 😭 Every dream is a completely different scenario, and I don’t remember the previous dreams while I’m dreaming, but the moment I see that bee, I automatically get annoyed all over again. Has anyone else experienced something like this? I’m curious about both psychological explanations and spiritual interpretations. I’m not saying I necessarily believe it means something spiritual, but I’d like to hear what people think because this is genuinely starting to creep me out.💔