Dream/Nightmare Thread?

My dear Lord, I just met a young, nearly ageless teenage Chaser girl who impaled me almost vertically on the back years ago, the same one that I shoved her away and stole her black spear for a moment against some of her friends decided to become my second Tulpa, named Tempesta. What I didn't realize was that she's one of the many envoys of the Chaser homeworld, a Wind Princess while I was conversing with my dream guide Tsutsumi about karma management with chakras. She was so sorry for what she did, perhaps she didn't realize how much she really cared for me, especially after the brief fight with seven of her eleven members in a flashback, she felt of cried a little and stood back to the rear of her group so she can't be hit. When I went down in great pain to drop her spear, she took it back and ran off to the dropship, never to be seen again for a long time, until now. She can even speak German too, but only when she's mad, though unlikely.

She declared her love for me with a kiss and stroke on the cheek; she will fight alongside me together against the ones that enslaved her, the STORM Union. Tsutsumi even let her share the dojo's only twin bed for sleep. Then the dream died out after about a half-hour. Those beautiful green eyes of hers, I can't help but longing to gaze at her again, even more so with her holding that wicked spear. It is possible for a Tulpa to fight alongside you if you think deeply about it when making one. She has a "wonderland dimension" that is an infinite striped monochromatic grid with a blank sky, where sound is amplified similar to an indoor school gym.

I never had operational surgery in life, but last night came like this in post-apocalyptic New Commonwealth, don't know exactly where I ended up. When I wake to the dream scene, I'm already strapped tight into the makeshift chair with a Medic and Scout, both on the blue side. We are in blue territory according to the U.S. map in the operation room. I immediately complain to the doctor, aged in his fifties that I'm too light for this, but he exclaims that I have stepped into the wrong situation and takes out his clipboard describing my condition. I said to him that I have autism but did not give him exact specifics, I felt very tense from the feeling of being trapped and my body cannot move freely. The doctor reassures me that my previous "medical exams" were decent enough I'm weirdly eligible for the transformation.

When he goes on to explain the transformation process, two American girls without their ship parts on came bursting into the room with two more patients that are unconfirmed on the same side. They’re both male from the recent fighting but are of Boston heritage, so I assume that I'm around the Boston area which were already bombed to pieces but by whom, no one knows. The doctor tells the girls to bring the two victims opposite from me as they are already in critical condition. Strangely, I am not one of these people, why he needed me anyway out of the white ambulance. The lighting does not seem to appeal much to soothe me either, so it was semi-dark. I then ask him who are the two girls, he named both of them after the states from which they were born from, possibly the Maryland and Pennsylvania. Right after the two patients were laid there, they noticed my dark blue shirt apart from the light blue uniforms and mistaken me for a first casualty.

The Scout tells me if I want to feel better, I have to be running fast just like him, and I used to running before so I told him that I'm used to do smaller cross-country runs before, so this should be a breeze, which piques him. He has left an aluminum baseball bat out on the ER door leaning a bit and a small rusty shotgun, but why leaving those two dangerous weapons in a hospital room? Was it an ongoing faction war with martial law in place? I explained one more time to the doctor of the situation I'm in, he said that some bigger force must've got angered at the Americans and dropped the bombs on them in the first place, long before that came the invention of vaults. Good to know that I'm inside a vault in time to be safe, but a moment later I have to be sedated so that the transformation process goes smoothly. The Medic tells the Scout to get ready for the next session in like ten minutes via Allegheny National Park on our own rotation. The two patients are too crippled to continue their careers and have to sit out for two sessions in the season.

The last session these people were in didn't do them too good and my mind is still racing with thoughts, I can't be sedated that easily because I'm a bit unstable so I might wind up opening my eyes too soon after the operation started on me. I told him to stop what he's doing and he got a bit furious so he just did what he's trying to do in an emergency: sedate me again. This time I felt unusually calmer and he calms down a bit so he can continue with the transmogrification. This is exactly the same scene where the Red doctor performs a rushed surgery on his friend, the Red Heavy. Just like that, my heart rate supposedly calm and regulated now accelerating to near dangerous levels as if adding in a surge of new energy to rid me of my heart disease, and then the machine stops, bringing my heart rate back to around 65 BPM. The doctor then tells me to open my eyes now and find out that I felt many times better than I used to.

I did as he told and now I have to change my clothing to match that of the light blue color the two victims were, so he showed me the changing room in an unusual wing of the semi-bombed hospital. There is an onboard computer to my right and a detailed map in a deep blue color of the entire continental U.S. with fully detailed images of session maps on live camera. Unsurprisingly, the pictures do look a bit gloomy for such an era the Americans are in, the feeling of being abandoned and hopelessness. The doctor mentioned the map name 'Allegheny Forest', or to be precise, Blood Harvest and said that we have to be ready in a few minutes. I didn't forget the two weapons laid there back in the ER room so I changed the clothes, run back to grab what's needed, the Scout near the doctor exclaimed at my newfound speed, though not quite as fast as him but certainly an improvement. The doctor then turns to the two patients simply to do repair surgeries on their wounds, whilst the Maryland and Pennsylvania is coming with me with their own weaponry out of their hammerspace and followed to where I am in back at the changing room with the huge map already in display.

With only 2 minutes to go before our rotation session starts, the two girls have a little conversation with me that I'm not familiar with the current wartime situation but they have my back in case. Another American girl then came into the scene 15 seconds later, Virginia, forming a party of four but it isn't enough to form a decent team size. I am expecting an 8 by 8 matchup and its likely going to be a Domination one with only a 10-minute timer. After that match in the rotation, we go on for a Cart Escort Duty or CED as the American shipgirls call it in Long Island; we will bring our shiny big blue cart to destroy an enemy warehouse, again with 10 minutes with extra time added per stage. Lastly, we will do a team elimination where the last team with more members alive wins, and only seven minutes short in a ruined Germantown Penitentiary. Other live matches in the lobby U.S. map already running are a regular team deathmatch in San Francisco area, a CTF in Atlanta, a Turf War in Lexington, and possibly a train route going from Boise to Olympia already halfway done. The whole country in shambles is literally an arena within itself, but what of Alaska and Hawaii?

Unfortunately when the countdown timer with the announcer in the background-hitting zero, I snapped awake in a cliffhanger moment after a very long nap and nearly missed my breakfast.

A long while has passed since the above dream I had, I ended up in some serious shit with some of Gensokyo's inhabitants once again, this time I'm in it.

>A few nights ago, I have woken up feeling very strange, disoriented and when I came to, I was surrounded by a bunch of small children, fairies I meant. They're only the typical height of a very small child. They seem to like they want to know what's going on with an unusual person as myself suddenly being in their presence. Without even trying to get up and delaying the response, I keep trying to orient myself so I won't lose focus, as if I was dying from overexerting. I was only wearing casual clothing, so I won't be too conspicuous.

>A minute or so went by, I now see six more silhouettes coming straight to my position, just as tall as I am, the smaller fairies that gathered around me dispersed, what I now see is they're carrying outdated Japanese rifles, the same ones Japanese soldiers used them a long time ago. The six bigger fairies don't have rifles on them, and just as they are within conversation distance, I suddenly open my eyes, my heart beating very quick, and I start bolting across what seems to be a thick forest on a very long trail. They are much faster than I am and in hot pursuit, yelling purely in Japanese trying to halt my movement, still not knowing why I end up here.

>I manage to get my bearings and found myself near a sign that would help me get closer to the human village and warn them of an impending invasion. Rather than going directly in the path of the village, I take a long detour in the opposite direction trying my hardest in losing them one by one from behind. One of the faster variety fairies leap up to my head full of thick hair, but I shake them off vigorously and just kept on running, doing zig-zags right towards the thick canopy ahead. The fairies somehow know that area and attempt to use flight to speed past my sides as a means of setting up blockages. As soon as they did, I turn around slightly and try to look for an alternative route, repeating as many times as necessary.

>Another minute passes, and I come across another section of the forest with large green rings. Some of them are along the path and I would treat it as hula-hoop traps to get out of the way. It was daylight, but the sun is going down, and I still have some oxygen to keep going a little bit longer, as I'm used to some cross-country racing. Some more intense moments pass and I now found myself almost on the right path this time, just a couple of kilometers away and finally lost them, for a brief while. I haven't ran like that since ages. As I begin walking around more of this strange part of the same forest, I still hear some of my fairy pursuers complaining about where I was and start doing a search pattern in a 2x2 formation, if they can't find me by sundown, they'll give up their search.

>In the meantime, I use this opportunity to track down the village by looking out for a clearing with a good enough view of the sky. Being alone and probably close to being hungry for food because of my running, I take a jogging pace to catch up my breath whilst being careful to avoid any natural obstacles or wild animals in my vicinity. As the sun continues to set on the horizon, they only have a few more minutes to find me again and inform their troupe of my location. I finally manage to get out of that thick forest and appear in a giant rolling hill overlooking most of Gensokyo, and I can clearly see the village, I waste no time sprinting downhill like a beast in reaching my destination, with Touhou-esque suspense music still playing in the background.

>The village I arrived doesn't look the same anymore, but a whole different level of constructive creativity, as if it had survived numerous incidents before and rebuilt like never before. I walk like a normal person looking towards a large gong somewhere that might interrupt the normal flow and get everyone's attention that I have returned but before I can make the statement about it, the ringing of the gong is so loud, the dream becomes blurry in a second and I am briefly up. However, the dream quickly takes me back for another scene somewhere else but in the same realm, and far enough into the future when our technology eventually surpasses their overall magical output by a narrow margin. I only get to see a bit of the contention from one of those negotiations inside the Hakurei Shrine as an observer, the second dream didn't last that long.

>As if by then the same inhabitants of Gensokyo over the years realize that they need our technology as a means to supplement their waning magical capabilities, we provided them after a long series of tried and failed negotiations with the shrine maiden Reimu, who happens to be alive since the last time she was horribly defeated. 

Above: 30 years since the fall of Lucia, our technology would have surpassed most inhabitant's magical strengths, mandating prominent people such as Reimu to have this as a means to power their magic infused in our seventh-generation battle suits, making her the first Touhou shipgirl in existence, debuting the RX-0-HR. Finally, Gensokyo is slowly beginning to accept the modern ways brought by humans.

Aside from the constant hallucinating associated with migraines and insomnia, I had the most terrible dream honestly, where someone I love got very, very ill. I recall sleepless nights sobbing by their bedside, and feeling their fingerbones as I held their withered hand. Thank goodness they got better, or else I might've felt abosolutely crushed when I woke up.

I need you, Max. Please, don't go....

I recently had this pleasantly surreal dream where I appeared as a chibi and flew around one of the people I'm fondest of. Also, I said uwu, a lot. No regrets. x3

It was honestly great. It's comforting, to be someone's property, and I felt like his real-life plushie. I won't name names, but he knows who he is. ^~^

last night i had a dream i died than i told the people i know about it but none of them cared ._.

Tang wrote

last night i had a dream i died than i told the people i know about it but none of them cared ._.

You automatically wake up from your dream if your dream self perishes, and in dreams, the perception of death is entirely different.

it isn't the first time i dreamt i died

Last dream was neat. Was like the height of a mug and adventures a giant world

Somehow, it was only a harrowing first two full days of me replaying the same old favorite game again reliving these memories, and that experience of me documenting the slow integration of 2D and 3D manage to sear into my brain. Even just laying down on my bed is somewhat arousing enough as if my brain anticipates the darker side of dreams. Anyways, I somehow end up transported to the San Andreas State but in the countryside, somewhere in Red County near a familiar barn overlooking an enlarged area of water. The water is very crystal clear, the night sky is so dark I can barely see anything other than the familiar yellow lights inside. Yet that barn tells me a much different story with smoke coming out of it, the hay stacks being tossed about, and wrecks of war machines. The U.S. Military was already on the scene numbering in the hundreds trying to defend this production site for the villagers and far back south to Los Santos. I sense an imminent wave of 2D characters coming from the northwest hills.

I assume it would be around Day 45, a few weeks into the future in my modded playthrough. As I am gathering my thoughts and realize I'm only a 3D civilian, young, somewhat cowardly, and very law-abiding. Of course, knowing that it takes only a couple of scratches or a simple run over to make me dead, I heard one Rhino came too close to where I was laying and he got out, not mistaking me for a civilian and told me of the situation before telling me to leave the danger zone without question. I did, and started walking east to nearby Blueberry, a renovated town that's being converted into a small base for the U.S. Military. After a bit of what used to be familiar for SA:MP players to RP, I heeded their directions to go hide in a restaurant and don't leave until the coast is clear. Easy as pie, knowing that interiors are placed sky high, I go right in.

Next moment I knew, the skirmish at Blueberry Acres way down at ground zero has begun, but in just under a minute, the military forces were already overwhelmed with sheer magical firepower and numbers. They then set up their own forward outpost where the wrecks stood within a matter of minutes, they're extremely efficient in taking over land space, and that worries me. Their next target is definitely Blueberry, just a tiny bit of drive away or a few minutes of slow marching. I was already deep inside some pizza interior ordering a full rack when a cutscene just triggered their arrival with the intent of bringing in total destruction. At least the two pizza workers won't mind me taking cover, M37 in hand already loaded. A minute later, since I appear to be the only customer in their restaurant, they don't seem interested in taking me out just yet, as they're too busy.

When I do try calmly to walk out, putting away the gun in time as I exit the door and exit the interior heaven, the town's already being leveled save for the restaurant. Being an innocent civilian with no absolute intent on harming anime girls, I can see dozens of wrecked vehicles, an almost wrecked plane faking an engine explosion just north of me and so forth. Right next to me is a Barracks OL with a damaged front engine almost about ready to catch fire with a bunch of dead soldiers. A grim look on my face makes me think, "Should I just start shooting now or go back in?" I head right back in, the same two pizza workers are there, as usual. I went back into cover and get ready for them. Seconds later, another cutscene is triggered with a group of anime girls begins investigating the military truck, they set a landmine in order to catch me in the explosion and set up sentries on both sides of the restaurant. Two of them then decide to go check out that restaurant and order some food. As soon as they come in, I immediately yelled but not in my own voice, but that of CJ: "Hey, I'm in a really bad mood, already!" but the gun turned out weak and did very little harm to them. They immediately called for backup knowing I just injured at least one of them. The pizza workers instantly use their own shotguns and helped me resist their attacks by whittling down their large health pools. Unfortunately, the pizza workers were wiped out and I immediately attempt to resuscitate them whilst they reload their guns, but with no luck.

Just before they start firing again ensuring my quick demise, I manage to get into mind control mode once again to stop their movements, and somehow they become easily confused with my willpower. Using the time I have, I bolted out of the interior to ground zero, and run like hell to the plane, using a nearby repair kit to get into work even though I never used it, whilst shouting "It's on, now!" Then I start firing up the plane just as I receive a missile warning sound that it is coming for me. I decided to fake taking off and just get out of it so I let the missile eat that plane, destroying it. With a way out northeast of me, I got in a old jeep and started heading for another village to hide, but seeing the tire tracks they saw, a roadblock prevented me from doing so and I have to get behind some cover, grabbed some poor dead old man's country rifle and began downing four young teenage seifuku girls. I shouted again in his voice, "Now calling a bitch, bitch!" I then get back in the jeep and use the surroundings to my advantage and then arriving at the unnamed village ahead of me that wasn't taken over yet. I then decided to take a rest for the remainder of the night and ended that little shenanigan play from there.

I don't really think anime girls would like me cosplaying as a Male01 version of CJ, how racist.

Dreamt that I was out drinking and having fun.
Maybe I should reconsider my teetotaling ways. 

Someday.

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I'd been having those awful, awful nightmares again this week... I deal with intrusive thoughts all the time, but these ones constantly insisted that I was going to die, and for some reason, that affected me. Specifically, that I was going to die alone, depressed, and penniless. Fun stuff, aye? >_<'

Tonight, I'm going to try my hardest to think happy thoughts... Things are gonna he okay, I feel.... <3

Lawly wrote

Dreamt that I was out drinking and having fun.
Maybe I should reconsider my teetotaling ways. 

Someday.

You know, I reckon it might not hurt, love... You'll have plenty of time to reinvent yourself after this pandemic, I'm sure... ^_^

There was a series of dream incidents that cropped up on me one after the other, something about the impending rise of a moon that is soaked red, full, and bright. Night sky and everything in its glow also red. It told me of six possible seals that could unleash the wrath of an angry moon.

The first described to me was a tragic loss will happen and a discovery shouldn't be made at sunrise. This would mean that a dearly close one will be gone from the world and shouldn't be found whilst the sun is rising. Unfortunately, as early as the first day of the invasion, after being thrown off into some alley with the beautiful sun clearly shown rising, the dispatcher radios in that there is in fact a discovery, and the first seal was destined to pass. The second then shows a meeting place where all three clans are about ready to embolden ties once more and agree to stop making arguments, however, it says that a high-profile meeting should not occur at the coming of fate. Since the clans are simply no less than barbaric, yet honorable seekers of justice against injustice, S.W.A.T. teams and the whole department descended on them, thwarting the meeting, but eventually driven off unlike anything they ever seen, and thus the second seal was destined to pass.

The third describes a rather eerie scenario that befits the countryside arc, an emigration will take place, which shows me being taken all the way to some remote town near a mountain, and fast forwarding to the part where the real emigration to the next major city to start anew is how the third seal will pass. The fourth describes a series of alien-hunting missions to find the missing relic that is the catalyst of the invasion long kept secret by the military along with a prototype power armor that is cutting-edge beyond imagination that not even standard Kevlar vests could hope to withstand against, and a $60 million portable vehicle. By taking all three of these things, the secret military base will be shut down completely, relieving the general public throughout the country of ever having to tell the same stories about it ever again, the fourth seal comes to pass.

The fifth seal describes the raid on a carrier near the bay with the intent on soaring "the spiteful hydra" against three other hydras, the Cerberus Squad. On the way to the carrier, the bottom of the sky will turn red as a forewarning of the final seal amid a thunderstorm. Once the Cerberus Squad is down, along with the flotilla of spy ships, the fifth seal then is passed.

And finally, the sixth seal foretells a mass rebellion and full-scale attack against authority when the moon phase is full, the prophecy then goes full circle, the aforementioned blood-soaked moon, red water reflection, night sky turning eerie red, people losing all of their humanity to fight against corrupt authorities, uniting themselves against corruption, and if I'm somehow unlucky enough to treat them very badly will also unite themselves to take me out too with no chance of hospitalization, because public buildings can't operate normally if there's so much as a state of emergency. And not to forget that the prophecy itself also involves some punishment should too much of embracing death or closing of slammers occur before fulfillment that I'll never be deemed chosen ever again. These are six separate dreams on six different nights.

The next dream after the foretelling then puts me on Day 1, the beginning of the prophecy, and already about to set out on the journey, the first seal was already passed. I was expecting everything to be just normal. Clear skies, the sun is shining, vehicles and birds chirping, etc. Despite the obvious air quality degradation, I was reminded that a close one of mine has passed, so I head for the source of the passing, and although no such discovery is found, the historical memories started flashing back at me, of all the things good and bad in rapid succession. Then I heard some footsteps from the kitchen, and was about ready to defend myself but instead greeted warmly with a bit of happiness and then sadness. Not realizing that this is something much bigger than just a single death, but unaware if I should take it so seriously, I should head over to the cemetery for the processing, but came way too late and my ignorance of the dead is a grave disrespect to my clan.

If I wanted to redeem myself, I should find its killer and bring my close one some much needed peace in the afterlife, but no sooner than taking my eyes off at the impending danger about to unfold before me a hostile clan sworn to destroy about to take potshots at us, so we took cover and dashed about the wealthy districts in anything less than a durable four-door car, rather on something that is eco-friendly and familiar. I expected a bit of road rage coming from behind in a relentless attempt to get on top of me personally as if I'm their highest priority target, a hit perhaps. So, I dodged as best I could through many back alleys and shortcuts I never even knew existed until they finally give themselves up because they ran out of fuel. Suffice to say, there's going to be a lot of work to do to get my clan back up to strength, and I'm finally able to get inside the two-story house to see if I can get my hands on an AE1 upstairs and start looking out for potential waves of invaders trying to infect the general population without getting myself infected in the process. Then it ends the dream from there.

The last dream as of now was from last night is me getting further into delving deep into the mysterious phenomenon behind the invasion, working with various contacts that would take me days to find more clues and capturing more invaders with my trusty AE1 before realizing I'm nearly out of film roll and have to scavenge for more. By that time, various clans all over the city vie for control and I have to step in to shed blood on our rivals, which isn't really going to help me solving out the invasion peacefully, as more dead bodies means a speedier path to seeing the dreaded blood moon. The more societal harm I cause, the more punishing the consequences, as well as tighter safeguards from local authorities. Since I'm not meant to be that bloodthirsty even in the dream, I would try alternative methods that would still lead to dead bodies, but not having me as the culprit. And with that, my clan leader became happy enough with my creative efforts I'm ready to meet them up with two other clans to pipe down on the blood feuds and rekindle ties, but not before the second seal comes to passing God forbid, and we fought with tooth and nail just to live another day. And so, that concludes my series of dreams.

Man, I have the craziest of dreams, sometimes. Just now, I woke up from one where two pairs of nineteenth century chocolate teamsters (from rival companies) developed a rivalry while crossing west to east of the US, and got into all sorts of witty banter and stuff with each other, and tried to sabotage each other. Notably, they'd give each other samples of the other's product, to be impressed by.

Backlash This reminds me of Twix adverts...

Even though I know next to nothing about Touhou, my mind filled in the details sufficiently enough to render a ₃₀-second long OP for an anime starring Cirno and friends. Complete with instrumental piano music, title card, western licensor, and fandom in-joke.

... EVERYTHING IS JULY!!

malmon This reminded me of a dream where I died but unlike yours I did feel very much like it was death, like it was IT.
In the dream I killed a bully that had tormented me for years (in the dream storyline that is, because no such bully exists irl). As soon as I killed the bully I got surrounded by cops that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. I remember thinking it was so unfair that the bully could torment me without punishment but that as soon as I had defended myself the cops came for me.
A stern looking female officer walked up to me with a strong air of confidence and authority and injected me with something without even speaking to me or looking at my face. I asked what it was and she said "It's a lethal injection". And then I felt a strong feeling impending doom and the borders of my vision began to blacken, my body started to feel "weird" and I knew I was about to die. Then I woke up all sweaty and nervous.

tomadoi I remember thinking it was so unfair that the bully could torment me without punishment but that as soon as I had defended myself the cops came for me.

This definitely feels relatable. Not that I was ever really much of the fighting back type, but whenever I did something bad, it was a big deal, whereas the kids that were constantly messing shit up were given a pass because it was just expected.

tomadoi I asked what it was and she said "It's a lethal injection". And then I felt a strong feeling impending doom and the borders of my vision began to blacken, my body started to feel "weird" and I knew I was about to die. Then I woke up all sweaty and nervous.

That is a scary amount of detail. One of those times where waking up all sweaty is the best feeling in the world.

malmon

>That is a scary amount of detail. One of those times where waking up all sweaty is the best feeling in the world.
YEAH. I'm like 98.738% sure that this is the way it feels to respawn. You can feel yourself dying. You're dead.
And then you're at some random "starting point" like nothing happened.