So I was like chilling in my bedroom and then ex-boss lover is 20 years older than me that I haven't talked to in almost a year Walked in my front door, and then three other people I apparently worked with, one of them with a baby came in and I started juggling trying to talk to all these people, three which I didn't even recognize where I knew them from, one that hasn't talked to me since I kind of blew them off. I proceed to try to clean up my room enough to find spots for them all to chill including getting a chair that was in the wrong corner of the room nice getting, the trash from the depression Piles off the floor and getting the comforter on right. I'm not sure what all happened, but I remember waking up when these big creepy fucking white caterpillar things that were like bigger than tomato worms started dropping down off the ceiling and onto the bed, and then I realized I'd already been rolling around on some of them on the bed, and some of them were like fucking spiders and shit that were really big and there were these big mushy spots of half writhing insects, and still things dropping off the ceiling slow enough just to be disgusting and terrifying at the same time. And I remember the three people I allegedly worked within the dream, the one of which had a baby or something being like okay, It's time to go, and I was thinking they just got here and in between being confused and terrified as fuck.

I woke up and I still haven't been back to bed yet. I just decided to get up, eat some fucking crap ass freezer food, make myself a White Russian and start tackling installing fit girl repacks and their updates on Fedora. Fuck my life and fuck giant white caterpillars.

I do think I remember making a comment in my dream like okay fuck. I'm going to clean my room that's for fucking sure before, right before I woke up.

Like fuck my life man. I guess that was some kind of Halloween dream or some shit but fuck that

The real question is what recent dream I had that I'd be willing to share with strangers on a public forum lol

Hmm.. well there is this one where I dreamt I was hanging out with a friend at a convention, and they gave me a guitar and asked me to play something, except I haven't played any guitar since I was like.. 11, and so then I almost cried, cause I was nervous

I dreamt I was back in the city I went to University in. I heard a loud beep then the world froze in place before I woke up

I snuck into the campus of my former workplace, a manufacturing facility. I cut down a number of non-native plants growing in the surrounding courtyard. Maintenance discovered what I was doing and notified security. Everyone was okay with removing the plants because they were growing near high voltage lines and causing electrical arcing. There was concern about having to pay me overtime and back wages. While they were discussing what to do, I made a large pile of vegetation and then snuck away.

I was on a sailing ship trying to deliver a very important package. For some reason, a wooden tall ship was the only ship that would work for this specific task.

There was a talking chicken in the crow's nest named Winona who informed me that she got the job because chickens don't get seasick.

... and apparently, according to a chicken-keeper on c/NoStupidQuestions, that's actually quite plausible.

I was in a hotel room doing one of those clone-a-willie kits. Then I noticed that the mold had coloured my hands blue. Then I had a look downstairs, and Petteri jr was blue, too.

Hatsune Miku wanted a haircut

Fucked my whole day up today. I was with a romantic partner, we got accosted at a gas station by two guys one grabbed her and had a gun to her head. I shot him and called her by the wrong name and she started crying and left. I called the cops, then my parents to let them know. Mom's best friend answered the phone and was super cheerful, which is not like her at all. I went in the gas station and bought a pack of cigarettes. Cops never came.

I dreamed my small elderly terrier jumped into a wide stream and sank to the bottom and didn't come up as soon as I expected him to. I jumped in, found him tangled in water weeds at the bottom, and pulled him out. I held him upside down to let water stream out of him. He coughed up a silver-green frog.

My dog IRL hates water.

People keep coming into my house. At first, they were coming in to steal things. I would catch them in the act of stealing something, and sometimes I would get back what they were trying to take, and sometimes they would just look at me and walk away, and I was unable to stop them. Other times people would just walk through my house like it was a shortcut to somewhere else, and when I would ask them to stop doing that, they would just look at me like, why would we? Why would we stop doing this? Sometimes people come in and then they leave their children there. And then I'm left, exasperated, trying to figure out what i'm supposed to do with these children they've left behind. Later the children will just disappear.

I try to stop all of this from happening by checking the doors to make sure they're locked, checking all the windows to make sure they're closed and locked and secure, yet no matter what I do, people just get in. They never have to force their way in. There's no sign of any break-in. They just seem to be able to effortlessly open doors that are locked. They always act like they belong there. They show no sign of being alarmed that I've discovered them. My distress at all this is extreme.

Another dream I have is reoccurring. I materialize into a large indoor facility, sometimes it's a massively huge mall. Sometimes it's a massively huge library. Sometimes it's some sort of museum. It's always some indoor huge building. I appear there suddenly with no memory of how I got there, and I realize quickly that it is an indoor death march. The building is packed full with people. And we're all required to walk endlessly. If anyone stops to sit down or talks too much they disappear. They either just literally disappear, or they are led away by a group of people, and they are never seen again. We can talk to one another, but it has to be very brief and very quiet. We walk in an endless loop, never stopping, never knowing why we're there and what's going on. I look for doors and windows, but there are none. Every once in a while I'll see a person I know, and we will try to talk to a each other and then be immediately drawn away by two groups of people. Everyone is exhausted and most are openly hostile. Many seem to be unable to form thoughts or ideas.

I await your shitty, dubious analysis, oh expert of dreams, as you are my only hope.

I dreamt about a new roundabout where I thought a roundabout would fix some problems with traffic.

The roundabout was a temporary test setup which will probably remain a temporary test setup for 10 years.

I went to take a shower and in my shower there was a big sturdy spider web with 4-6 big/adult cockroaches suspended in it. I got a small kitchen knife and stabbed the roaches with it. Once I killed them all I woke up.

I have had problems with roaches in that shower before. Not an infestation, but they would find their way up through the drain every once in a while. And I'm pretty afraid of them. The small kitchen knife was a little paring/peeling knife that I bought recently.
I appreciated that there was a spider who was able to catch the roaches, but worried that there were so many of them in the first place.

Please analyze this. Thank you.

my kid climed on the kitchen shelfs, and the whole kitchen has fallen on the kid. everyone told me i can make a new kid, and i have money for the kitchen.

i woke up crying.

In my dream, I died. My partner, after a short mourning, found another partner. As a ghost, I killed the guy by driving my chef's knife through his chest, up to the handle. The kitchen floor was slippery and the knife not properly placed on the worktop.

Again, after mourning for some time, my partner finds another person. A shallow, vain, individual but not a bad man. Dropped a hairdrier in the tub as he was having his beauty bath.

About half a year later, another guy courts my partner. Can't remember why but I made his car have a malfunction over an unguarded railway crossing. The train spread car pieces and carnage over several tens of meters.

Another time lapse and another guy was living with my partner. A truck hit his car as he was changing a blown tire, after having a break fail down a steep road. The hit crushed the bastard like a grape and sent the car tumbling into a ditch.

After these four events, my partner is by now a very well off woman. Unfortunately, the last event triggered an investigation by authorities; four violent deaths, under unusual circumstances, where each victim leaves a very generous life insurance, do raise some questions. However, I caused every event being careful to have my partner always away from home and with plenty of proof she had no connection with the untimely deaths of her suitors. In fact, she made a point of warning each and every one those idiots I had promised to watch over her against all harm.

The fifth fool was one of the investigators assigned to assess the entire ordeal. Again, my partner told him I was around, an overzealous guardian haunting. He would not believe and, eventually, courted my partner. He was a controlling fellow.

One day, him being alone, I decided to show myself to him. Walked into the living room, sat across him, in my arm chair, and when we made eye contact and he recognized me from a picture in the room, I just said "This is the time I say boo." which made him promptly jump out the window and die by broken neck from the fall.

I woke up laughing, told my partner the next morning, and after the initial shock and horror reaction, we both had a good laugh.

P.S. I going to write this into a proper ghost story.

We arrived at some place and we all had backpacks. I wanted to leave my backpack in the car but the people I was with insisted we bring them in with us. We get to like a lobby or something and are informed that no backpacks are allowed, and he offers us a small cubby to put the backpacks in. My friends (I guess? I don't remember who these people were) started arguing that it was too small, and the host kept offering us larger and larger storage spaces, until it was basically a walk-in closet, but my companions were still complaining.

I literally just woke up from one. I was right outside our house and the neighbour's family were in the process of building a foot bridge to the field behind the house. They had dug up part of the steep hill just next to the house, leveled a small area and placed big rocks in a circle (makeshift seats) with the idea to have tale nights there, possibly with a fire in the middle. While hanging around the works, a friend of the family learns of my intention to grow weed and offers their field, up the hill, adding that his dad should completely okay with it.

A second later I see a couple I've never met before, europeans, young -strap themselves on a harness tied to a zipline that's connected to somewhere in the ocean. I zipline with them to figure out where they're going : it's a friend of theirs standing on a small, barely emerged rock in the middle of the bay, holding the other end of the zipline. We land on the rock. A girl in a kayak passes nearby, taunts me. I lose balance, fall in the water. My life jacket keeps me face down in the waves. I drown.

Hey why not, I'll bite.

I'm walking through the woods next to a creek in a place I used to go as a kid. It's deep in the woods, there's not supposed to be anything around. I come across a porta potty tipped over on its side and half covered by brush. Weird, what the hell is this doing out here? I keep walking and start coming across abandoned digging equipment with badging on it that shows it belongs to the federal government. Everything is overgrown and no one is around, but it shouldn't be here and I'm getting this really bad feeling because it's been years since I was here but none of this stuff was here then and what was the government doing in the woods here, it's just woods? I cross the creek and am walking on the other side, still next to it but up on a hill a little bit, still in the woods. The creek is gentle and shallow, only a few feet deep. I keep walking, and in the middle of the creek is a huge square, about 10 feet by 10 feet, with metal sides that are just high enough to keep the water from going into it. The entire bottom is a grate, and I can see from where I am at that it's designed to raise up and below there's a circular staircase going deep into the ground. Suddenly the bad feeling I have turns into pure terror. This is what the digging equipment was for, but what the hell did they do? Why is there a staircase in the middle of the creek? Where does it go? Why is it in the middle of these woods, where there's not even a road or even a proper path anywhere close, and why not have it next to the creek instead of in the creek where it would flood anytime it rained and the water level rose? Part of me wants to go over and look down the staircase, and the other part of me wants to run away, because even though it looks abandoned, it just feels wrong and I'm so terrified for some reason. The dream ended with me wading through the creek to stand over the grate looking down the staircase as it winded down into the dark. I couldn't see the bottom but I could hear machinery far below.

I think the last one I had, or at least had stuck with me, is a weird one. So, to start, it's completely unrealistic since I know my dad would neved act like he did in the dream... outside of when I was a child and he was either playing with me or trying to calm me down.

Yeah, so the parts I remember are my room having LED lights around the edge of the ceiling, purple-ish pink. It was soft lighting. Room was arranged how it was back when I had the dream. So, the parts I remember is my dad coming in and rubbing his beard all across my stomach, shirt up, despite me telling him to stop repeatedly. I couldn't stop him.

Next part I remember is them being in a car, behind my mother who was driving, my oldest brother in passengers seat. We were in a tunnel with that same purple colour lighting it up. We talk about what happened because dream me found it traumatic. I remember the conversation ending with me being told and agreeing that I should talk to my father about what happened, followed by leaving the tunnel and the dream ending.

Not the craziest dream I've had, but yeah.

I dreamt I was back on a 16 hour crew boat transit in Nigeria, playing D&D with some coworkers, like we did every 5 weeks for crewchange some 15 years ago.

My family was sitting in a restaurant for some type of event - funeral, wedding, something like that. My son who doesn't speak to us was there at the table, avoiding interaction. I ordered something with a weird modification, like lemon cake without frosting. Son began yelling about my order. We all looked at him for a moment and then began laughing because the thing that brought him out of estrangement was the opportunity to correct someone.

I walked into an office that I have never seen before, but felt that I worked there. Saw many familiar faces, former coworkers from various companies.

We were being raided by who I would assume was the FBI. Papers are being dug through, people are getting interrogated and subsequently arrested.

No one interrogated me. No one was touching my desk. Soon, the office was empty: just me. The dream ended with me sitting down at my desk, which matched my real life desk, and unlocking my computer. Pulled up my Notepad++ todo list but I couldn't read the text.

It was a vivid dream, but not a lucid dream. Just thought, "wtf was all that about?"

The dream starts with me in dire straits, in need of a good chunk of money fast. There's this guy, he seems to be my brother - even though I don't have a brother - and he confidently tells me that if it's money I want, he can hook me up. I follow him through the small town we are in, it's very much like the town from Back to the Future. Past a cop car, right through to the most central part of the town, and it's the middle of the day and people are milling about. We live here, but it's like we don't really know anybody. Right in front of everybody, my brother selects a woman with a particularly wealthy look about her and a not insignificant ring on her finger, and holds her up with a gun, demanding she fork over her ring. When she does, he tosses it to me. We begin to walk away. People start yelling "thief! thief!" and I'm starting to freak the FUCK out, but my brother says to me "relax, don't worry about it. We know something they don't know." At that moment, and in front of an old abandoned-looking storefront painted black and white, he grabs me. A white light begins to envelop me and I feel a sensation of great forward motion. When it stops, abruptly, we are in what looks like a very old house, extremely large, a mansion. The house has wood floors, and ornate wood trim. Sitting very much out of place in this room is the modern, almost art-deco yellow hallway/portal that we emerged from. As I am standing there, dumbfounded, a woman who was one of my office co-workers comes shrieking through the portal. She yells at my brother: "what are you determined to do to Tackyway?" My brother responds "whatever. In a few days, everything will die down. We'll stay here, and when it blows over, we can go back." Looking at me, he says "people's memories are short when you're in Tackyway." It appeared that this was the name given to this place. "Tackyway," as it was referred to, was a gigantic mansion with no obvious exits but the yellow portal. It seemed to go on forever. It had many residents, some who had staked a permanent claim to one of it's apparently endless rooms, others, like us, who just seemed to be refugees. It appeared to have been occupied by a wide variety of people, and these people decorated each room as they saw fit, so from room to room things were painted/decorated radically different to suit the tastes/whims of the people who either occupied them now, or had occupied them in the past. The difference when walking between the rooms could be very jarring because of this, and for this reason the name "Tackyway" felt appropriate, but I wasn't sure if that was the real reason it was called that.

At this point I started losing the dream (I have a laptop next to my bed to write them as soon as I wake up from them) and I left these notes about what was left in my memory, but as usual they are disjointed and don't make much sense:

• room with four doors nobody uses but one
• Aldous family striped door, very old, no one knew what it meant
• cats freaked out
• synthesizer collection

I was copying lines into a red composition book from something I had already typed into a computer, I would get about 3 lines down before noticing that I had skipped a couple lines down from where I was copying and had to erase it absolutely perfectly, not sure how I knew but the goal was to replicate the text perfectly so it would appear to have been written that way on the first go.

I had a recent dream that I was at a rescue shelter for hot dogs. They took in stray/feral hot dogs and put them up for adoption. Each hot dog even had its own little info page on their website.

I haven’t had a dream in 4 years.

all my dreams are nightmares that usually incorporate three of the following:

• military enlistment
• zombies
• brutal killing of family members
• violent attacks from family members
• long timespans (once lived in a dream for 80 years)
• time travel - forward and backward
• getting arms, legs, and torso ripped off while alive and awake enough to experience the horrors
• helplessly watching my children die in horrific ways
• witnessing the apocalypse first hand

there's probably more, but my brain is blocking them.

I don’t remember most but sometimes I manage to write them down. This was a scary one:

I was looking through a smart home camera on my phone that was pointing at me sitting in bed*. But soon I noticed this wasn’t actually me in the picture and it wasn’t a live feed, it was a recording.. Who was that?? Then the recording ended and it switch to the actual live feed of me. But someone was lying on the floor next to my bed, only visible in the feed. I jumped up and ran to the camera to get it. I held it closer and realized it was someone I knew back then from school who committed suicide. He started screaming at me and I woke up.

* no I don’t have any creepy bedroom cameras in real life!

I only remember the bit where Don Rickles overcharged me for an omlette.

Hanging out with my dad, uncle (his brother) and my two dogs pouring whisky.

None of them are living.