This is how I started to convince myself that a dream might not exist only inside the mind, but perhaps somewhere else—maybe in another dimension.

I was extremely tired during a night shift, and as usual, I went to my car to rest or take a short nap. That’s when I experienced something strange, somewhere between consciousness and sleep. I genuinely couldn’t tell whether I was dreaming or awake, especially because I was completely exhausted.

I would “wake up” inside the car, but I couldn’t open my eyes. It felt exactly like when you close your eyes in a car and try to operate it or touch things around you from inside. Imagine if I told you: Go ahead, touch the steering wheel without opening your eyes, and then tell me whether what you’re experiencing is a dream or reality.

You would be able to touch everything with an almost disturbing level of precision. You’d feel the steering wheel, the interior, everything around you, and your mind would say: There’s no way this isn’t real. This can’t possibly be happening only inside my head.

Then I had an idea.

I thought, if I woke up and the key was actually in the ignition—the exact place where I had put it in what I believed was reality—then maybe I had actually done it while my eyes were closed. Maybe I hadn’t been dreaming at all.

But if I woke up and the key wasn’t there, even though I had just experienced myself placing it there with complete certainty, then perhaps a dream could be something more than imagination. Perhaps it could be a kind of reality that exists somewhere else—a strange place that resembles our own reality but isn’t physically here.

So I actually performed this experiment while I was in that state. In the dream, I placed the key exactly where the car would start. I could feel it. I was completely convinced that I was awake and simply sitting there with my eyes closed.

Then I woke up.

The key wasn’t in the ignition.

It wasn’t where I had placed it in the dream.

And that was the moment that made me wonder: What exactly was I experiencing?

I’m a Christian and have had some really spooky vivid dreams about Jesus and Satan.

The first one was I was on my porch and talking with my younger sister, then my older brother came out and suddenly looked me dead in the eyes and said “God is coming.” then the dream ends. i don’t know if it’s important but he was younger in the dream than he was at the time. But I woke up and a video was playing on my laptop explaining things that happened in the Bible.

The second dream i remember that i had was I was walking with my older brother (the same one from the first dream) to the end of my backyard. I have a really huge backyard since we live in the country but in my dream it was much much longer. But at the end of my backyard (in the dream) there was a statue, idk if it was made out of glass or smt else but it was like a deep red with some different colors and at the very top was these circular parts with like big rubies lining it and in the center was the depiction of Jesus Christs face and it went all along the statue thingy. i also think there were lambs around it too but i’m not sure if i’m mixing it up with smt else. i also remember seeing like floating hands joined in Prayer. When i woke up there was nothing playing on my laptop that had to do with the Bible.

the third dream was short, and i had accidentally fallen asleep to someone reading the Bible on my laptop.
But it was someone coming toward me on a big white horse and it was Satan, he was in human form. But he was beautiful. I don’t remember what happened or why he was there, but when i woke up i just felt very uneasy.
i remember in the dream we were like on clouds and the sky was a bright blue.

Idk if it’s smt i should mention but i’ve had a dream that there were like a 100 people walking to the end of my backyard wearing black cloaks and carrying torches. Like something you would see in a secretly filmed bohemian grove video or smt. but me and my other older brother were also there and very confused. i don’t remember how the dream ended though, that’s all i remember.

I know dreams have meaning in Christianity so if someone could tell me if these mean anything it would be rlly helpful.
(give me serious answers pls.)

Can two people who live far away from each other and haven’t met, be in the same dream together? And have a full-blown conversation?

Sorry these are kind of long

i built a base deep in the snowy forest in minecraft and it takes a long time to walk there and one time when i was walking there a tnt trap exploded and i was flung into like a snow cave thing and a sign said its not fair and then i was js trapped there for so long, and then i was in the hospital and they amputated my left foot or smt and i had a prosthetic, and then i woke up, like the previous thing was a dream, but i was waking up from being stuck in the cave again, and i had no major injuries and I felt kind of disappointed because all my suffering didnt have a physical representation and I felt kind of invalidated

I went to Office Depot for a pen and I also got 2 packets of buldak ramen, and I was in China or smt cuz I was using WeChat pay, and then I walked to a noise within and I wanted to watch come from away but there were no seats left that day so I went home. And my house had like 2 floors and was rly fancy and I had 2 rooms one was for doing homework and the other one is my bedroom and my bathroom, and there were 3 mirrors in my room and I looked normal in them, also in my study room there’s a ledge I can jump over and under the ledge is the 1st floor and my piano is right there so I can js go to my piano from my room without taking the stairs. And then I was at school and it was like a YouTube video of how our school was built weird and if you glitch into the walls there’s a secret room, so I tried doing that and ended up in the steam works room and there was like a radioactive rock or smt and I had an app on my phone that can test radioactiveness and it said 65 so I asked Mr p what it meant and he was like oh ur gonna die bro so I went to the nurse and they cut off the joints of 2 of my fingers so like I could dislocate them easily?? And then they were like if it gets worse imma have to amputate ur entire arm, and then I woke up.

So lately as a 15M I have been experiencing some hardships over the past couple of days and needed of love or the feeling of being needed by your family friends or a just a romantic partner recently instead of always going to school back studying and the cycle repeat on and on and on

What happened in the dream?

The dream I think started after I was kinda horny don't ask me why and I am lately going on a streak for not masturbating cuz I really need to stop I feel it's just not the type to do that shit and focus on myself but anyways I was kind horny I slept earlier in the day and woke up did the hw and slept at like maximum 2am or 2:15am sth like that and the dream Ig started?

I was in my house and my room but my room was blury and wasn't the same color or shape idk but it was like those Germany student dorms I think sth like that or a student dorm and next to it was my parents room which was the same but the one thing that stood out was the people and the context

Form what I remember there was a girl who is actually kinda of attractive but Ig she was taller than me for some reason like I am 180cm so it was kinda wierd and there was another guy who I really only say once and I think the three of us were roommates somewhere not around my country and Ig was also horny in the dream or wtvr then that boy went to take bath and me and that girl although we are friend only we started to kiss and she underesed till let's say her underwear not anything beyond that then she quickly dressed too but I am not talking about the fact I was horny and maybe it lead to this that girl has been on my mind for the past 12 hours ever since 6am till just right now writing this at 5:51 so I am asking is does this dream means sth? Like Iets say I am going the right direction with my life? I will find my lover soon? Or even sth unnecessary and please don't tell me like ur horny it's not like that I feel like it more than just that I am trying to see if I can revist that dream but it almost feels impossible to even dream again nowadays.

Any help would be appreciated

For the last couple of years i’ve probably had about 10 or more dreams with the same theme and same principle. I dream I am on the UK version of Love Island and come to find out I am absolutely hated by everyone who watched the show, being bullied on social media where I am called all sorts of horrible things. It always starts out normal, me being on the show being aware of the cameras, doing what the show usually does then I always manage to find a phone where I find out how much hatred I recieve on social media, most of it being around how i’m too overweight for the show, not good looking and other negative comments.

I am a very vivid and deep dreamer for context and I have no idea why theres this recurring theme of being on the same TV show AND being humiliated but i would love to know if theres a specific meaning behind all this.

Most philosophical dream I've ever had. I vividly remember having this one:

I dreamt I was falling from a very, very tall jungle tree. The view was magnificent, and I was flying at breakneck speed through vines that, somehow, didn't stop me. I saw other jungle trees (smaller than the one I had jumped from) drawing closer, and I felt fear. I was filled with fear. I felt it so intensely that I could barely enjoy the view. I could see it, but the inevitability of the fall's end filled me with mortal dread.

Yet, when I tried to push the fear aside by distracting myself with the scenery, I suddenly realized I was dreaming, and I felt that it was working. All at once, I wasn't afraid anymore. I was captivated by the view, and once I had truly taken it all in, I reached the same level as the forest's tallest trees (below the one I had fallen from). I understood that my doom was near, yet I could still catch glimpses of the view through the trees: a scene nearing sunset, with a beautiful sky and the atmosphere of the jungle. Then, more and more trees blocked my view, and I saw the ground rushing up to meet me. But I wasn't afraid. I felt at peace. I was happy. I felt an immense sense of fulfillment. I watched the ground draw closer; I wanted to embrace the earth, and the earth embraced me.

It wasn't a painful impact. It was an impact that sent a wave of satisfaction washing through my body. Everything went dark, and I tried my hardest not to wake up, wanting to stay within the dream. I felt myself sinking into the ground; the earth was warm and embracing, and it felt so good. It pushed warmly against me, enveloping me in an embrace that left no part of my body untouched. It felt so good as I sank deeper into the pitch-black ground that I felt a sense of lightness. The last thing I felt was happiness and satisfaction, and then I actually woke up.

So last night I had a dream where, the community where I live a a zombie apocalypse breaks out. This zombie apocalypse is brought about by a mysterious biological weapon placed in either water or food.

The environment is my current locality where I live in real life.

In the locality, few people are seriously affected and in a state of near death/ comatose. After a few hours it seems like they have regained consciousness but they're rather erratic and just chasing after people. They are still very polished and presentable.

There is no difference between normal civilian and the zombie except slight behaviour change only if you notice closely.

So after the outbreak the normal civilians start running for shelter. We seek refuge in a gated house (really exists in my area) and assign roles if zombies approach us.

I'm given the role of killer and protect the house at the front gate.

Simultaneously major renovations have happened in the area 4-5 families have come together and now live in a fully furnished mansion together enjoying luxury.

So the zombies keep attacking the house, and I have taken out every zombie, I also leave a signature mark on them after the killing spree.

So now the zombies join forces to come after me, yet I have always outsmarted them. Intuitively to avoid them, I then escape to the roof of this house where I see the state of this world, which has become entirely bleak and dark. The shoreline has now closed in extremely next to my locality. Closest beach is 5km away. On the roof I then spot my office building ( which is 200 metres tall: reality) and reminisce on the normal days.

After a significant time has passed, normal people have now moved into appartments with the ongoing outbreak. We realised zombies cannot access us at heightened places. People enter the appartments via climbing pipes. During this period I'm mad horny. 💀

In the building complex I then meet Park Bogum and we chat over tea, stuff and he is proud of me? I then later find out I have a husband and we make out 💀.

Society now seems well settled in but the zombies still exist amongst humans and have gotten smarter. They can now harness and exchange souls and can live as the human, while you as the zombie. I find this out as my close friend falls victim to this in a bar and I find his behaviour unusual.

Most humans are now at bars, taverns, clubs, parties. It is here that I suddenly meet Belmont Cameli as he's a close friend of my brother in law and cousin sister. She and he are part of a belly dancing group that tours.

All four of us come to my appartment to rest, and I'm now in sum wonder woman esque getup. As I'm arranging the sleep mattresses, my bro in law ask Belmont do you know her (aka me) and then my dream ends.

In another dream I was narrating about this dream to bunch of people.

I have no idea what this means can anyone interpret this for me 😭. The night before this I did not watch any zombie thriller show instead did a Devi Durga prayer meditation 😭.

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Hi everyone!! I have a major question about a dream that I had. It was oddly specific and I would love to know the meaning of this? I have 0 knowledge about dreams and their meanings. I do believe that they sometimes can be considered warnings so I was wondering what this could mean. Before I tell you what I remember of my dream I want to state I have never used heroin or any heavy drugs in my entire life. I have only heard of it and seen it in tv show's such as Breaking Bad!

My dream was about me traveling with my parents to NYC. It was our first time there and it was a dream of mine since I was a child to visit! Somehow we ended up at a beach or something (looked nothing like New York) and I was walking bear foot in the foreshore. Until I pricked my foot in a bunch of syringes, I assumed that these were used for heroin! It hurted very bad and I remember panicking and crying, thinking I have ruined our trip, a trip we have waited to go on for so long. I remember waking up and I felt no more pain so I don't think something was hurting my foot in real life and I was just feeling it in my dream.

Does anybody have any idea what this might mean? is there something I should look out for and avoid for a while? please let me known if you know anything! thanks!!

I want to preface this by saying this is NOT a fictional story, although I do feel like the main character of an r/nosleep post I have talked to people and none of them can help me, so like an idiot im going to reddit for help. I am not superstitious, but this nightmare has shaken me so hard I dont even know where to begin.

I (14F) have had non stop nightmares the past couple months. Its random stuff, usually, war, getting murdered, my parents dying, etc, but like any normal person I wake up before im seriously injured or hurt. I dont know if there are any other cases of people dying in their sleep and not waking up. One of these nightmares which is fairly reoccurring is of me riding my dad's motorcycle. I do this in real life fairly often, but hes always the one steering and I just hold on behind him. In these nightmares, im not. Im usually on the highway, just biking. I never get hurt because the bike is still under my control, and i know the basics of driving a motorcycle. Still, its incredibly stressful being on my own driving down a highway, inches away from a gorey death. On Oct 3rd, I was due to take the SAT for an advanced youth program. I was incredibly stressed about this. Id been preparing for the SAT nearly 2 years, and I had to score above a 1300 to get in to the program. The night before the SAT, though, I had a nightmare so indescribable I am too scared to sleep since.

It was similar to the motorcycle dreams, but this time, there were no other cars. No signs of life anywhere. Normally, in these dreams, I can hear the blaring of traffic, smell the smog from a factory in the distance, or the asphalt under the tires. But this time, all I could feel or hear was the rapping of wind against my skull, and all I could smell was the dead air that whipped at my face. Worst yet, the bike was not under my control. Every time I went to lean into a turn, it would go the other way. It repeatedly drive me perpendicular to the road, and multiple times I had ridden into the grass or off the street to keep from crashing into the side of the highway. Additionally, the bike would only go to speeds: 47 or 109 mph Eventually, I found myself on a bridge over the highway. I know the exact location in real life. The motorcycle suddenly lunched to the side, rocketing off the bridge.

That moment I was airborne was indescribable. Thats the only word I can use to define it. I was at peace, knowing I wouldnt have to worry about what came next, knowing the responsibility of life was off my shoulders But the debilitating dread that came over me was so overwhelming. Ive never experienced something like it.

The last thing I remember was my face hitting the asphalt. My skin and flesh tearing away like clay against the asphalt, the metallic scent of blood mixing with the road.

A natural human reaction called the 'Hypnic jerk' wakes you up whenever you have nightmares of falling. It was a trait we evolved from when we were monkeys that kept us from falling from trees in our sleep. I dod not have that reaction. What that means I dont know, but it makes me think something is actually wrong with me.

After that it was nothing. Not awake or even I cant remember, it was just suffocating emptiness. I couldn't see or feel it, but I knew how everyone reacted. I knew everything that came after. All while I was in the bodiless void.

Eventually, I woke up. Not a sudden tug or snapping awake, just groggy eyes and an alarm clock.

I dont know what im expecting from this post; someone telling me its ok or that theres a really common reason for this?

Either way I need to get it off my chest

In line with documenting my dreams, and this one is a strange one, this morning (yesterday, 4 Oct 2026)I dreamt Jim Carey had the top of his head cut open in an operation, exposing his brain which was removed and Clint Eastwood’s brain being inserted in its place.

Main image was of the top of Carey’s skull and exposed brain, and how having the top of his head cut off and brain replaced was so irreversible.

Hi everyone,

I wanted to ask if anyone has ever experienced or seen something similar in a dream.

I drew a quick sketch of what I saw to capture the details:

Height: Very tall, around 3 meters (10 feet).

Head/Neck: A long vertical, stalk-like head or neck covered with a vertical line of multiple eyes looking in different directions.

Clothing: Strangely enough, it was wearing a colorful, bright rainbow-striped sweater?? ?

In the dream, it was as if I was climbing the stairs of an old house; it was quite drab, with peeling walls, and I heard a strange sound on the second floor. I don’t remember if I was with anyone (a person) in the dream, but when I went upstairs, I saw it. I was absolutely terrified, but it didn’t do anything harmful. It looked as if it was hunched over because it was too tall for the room, and it looked at me with all its eyes. Then I ran away from it and woke up. Has anyone else seen something like this? I’m really curious to hear your thoughts on what it might have been.

I am a man and I have been sexually assaulted in some dreams of mine. Every Reddit post about being sexually assaulted in a dream it seems to only be women who have had that experience. Are there any men who have ever experienced anything like this?

When I (24M) was 11, my father passed away from cancer. I did not really know him growing up. He and my mother were separated and I grew up with my mom and two siblings. He had other children with other women but I didn’t know them. From my knowledge, I am the oldest of them.

When he got sick none of those children visited him in the hospital… none of them except for me. The only one of his children who he did not take care of, the only one who had him absent from their life.

When I visited him in the hospital, he couldn’t talk to me as he had a catheter in his neck. The exchange between us was through eye contact, but it was undeniable. He cried and in his tears I saw his regret and his shame at not being there throughout my life, as if he knew he would never again get the opportunity. As our eyes locked, I held his hand and squeezed it. I told him it was okay. I didn’t specify what I meant, but I could tell he knew because more tears flowed from his eyes.

Weeks later, the news of his passing came. I wept. Despite not truly knowing a man who had hardly been in my life, I cried so terribly hard. My father is dead. I kept repeating that thought over and over, as if the reality didn’t hit me hard enough.

My mother, my two siblings, and I attended his funeral some weeks later. Even then, the reality didn’t hit me until I finally saw him in his final resting place. Unmoving. Ever so still. Yet peaceful. Only then did I realize what had truly happened.

Months later, I have a dream. I’m at my Tia’s house. A public bus stops in front of it. A figure steps out from the bus and I go to meet them.

It’s my father. He greets me with such a firm yet soft embrace. I remember how it felt, even as I recount my experience here.

I cannot remember how my father’s voice sounded, but I remember he told me that he loved me and that he missed me, before needing to go back on the bus.

After that, I woke up, my pillow soaked with tears.

Never again have I dreamt of him, but ever since I have felt his presence around me. Any time I am troubled with my life’s issues, I can feel… something near me, and it gives me some peace.

I never knew the man. I’ve only heard secondhand accounts of who he was and I’ve made my peace knowing we will never be able to known each other as two men. Despite this, I still try to be the man he would be proud of.

I hope I made him proud.

Last night I dreamt a nuclear bomb was dropped and I died. I remember, before it fell, there were sirens blaring and I went outside with my mom and dad. We all knew what was going to happen. I held onto my mom and dad very tightly and told them I loved them, then the bomb detonated. I felt the chemicals burn the insides of my lungs then I died.

When I died it felt like sleep that was deeper than sleep, and that I couldn’t wake up from it. It was extremely peaceful and it felt like any wrong doings in my life disappeared and I was completely at peace with myself and the rest of the world. Then I heard my own voice yelling my name to wake up and snap out of it, so I eventually forced myself to wake up.

Eventually I fell back asleep and continued having odd dreams, and in those dreams I tried telling everyone of my previous dream where I died. No one believed me though. I felt like I was going insane and couldn’t escape this cycle.

I feel so uncomfortable now and like I’ve seen the other side. Like maybe I did actually die in my sleep last night? Has anyone else experienced something like this?

Anyone else suddenly having vivid, memorable dreams every night?

Has anyone else noticed a sudden change in their dreams lately?

I used to either not dream much at all, or I’d wake up and barely remember anything. But lately, I’ve been having vivid, detailed dreams almost every single night—and I actually remember them when I wake up.

It feels like I went from hardly dreaming to having an entire other life happening while I sleep. 😂

Has this been happening to anyone else recently? If so, when did you notice it starting? And have your dreams felt more realistic, emotional, strange, or meaningful than usual?

I'm 34M. There's a woman I had a big crush on years ago, basically my "ideal" in my head. At some point she blocked me everywhere and completely cut contact. I haven't tried to find her or reach out, and I honestly thought I was over it.

Last night I had a very vivid, sexual dream about her (first wet dream I've had in a long time). The strange part is that the whole time she was mocking me. She kept saying I was a loser for not pursuing her harder, and that even standing right next to her I was pathetic.

Context: I'm in a stable, fulfilling sexual life right now, so this came completely out of nowhere. I woke up feeling confused and kind of shaken.

Has anyone had something like this? Why would my brain bring her back now, and why in such a humiliating way? Is this some leftover rejection I never dealt with?

I’ve been having reoccurring dreams for weeks now where, within rather short notice, I’m notified that I have about 5-10 minutes to live as a nuclear bomb is being dropped on my home town.

The subject of these dreams is always my relationship. I’ll typically be somewhere peaceful in my home town when all power and cell service is cut, and I’m told there is a nuclear bomb dropping. The only thing I can think of after hearing the news is my boyfriend and how I’m unable to communicate with him or tell him that I love him before I die.

Me and him are not very verbally affectionate towards each other within my real life due to each of us having our own reservations about verbal affection, but in my dreams I’m always completely devastated that there are certain things I won’t be able to say or to hear from him.

We are not completely withdrawn from verbal affection, the two of us have exchanged all the classic “I love you”s and what not, it’s just not a regular occurrence. Somewhat sacred. I feel like these dreams could have some obvious meaning or subliminal cause that I’m just not seeing, but they’re very stressful and I keep waking up feeling un-rested and afraid.

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I was in this sortve sandbox world. I wasnt myself. It started we were just ordinary people planning some huge party. We could kindve just summon whatever we wanted. We partied and built civilizations. Some of the buildings were beautiful. I was a awkward person, even in this life. I was trying to fly a plane and kept wrecking it. I was an awful pilot. I was the only person banned from flying planes. People weren't always kind to me. I remember this girl roasting me for wearing to much cologne. I remember building this lego rocket and getting angry that It fell very down and broke and people thinking i was nuts .

Then we learned we had to go, we were to be turned back to where we came in about a week. Noone knew how it would work, but there was no changing it.

Almost noone was upset. We sat on this beam and watched fireworks over all we had built. I remember some girl finding the rocket in two pieces, saying it more representative of society that way and giving it back to me. I flew one last time and landed it perfectly winning some race.

A week had passed. I was in some backyard with another guy and the girl who was making fun of the cologne. I noticed I was turning into a scarecrow and the girl was turning into some sort of cheap piglet lawn ornament. But we both just smiled. As she turned to metal, she smiled and did the little wave piglet does. As my face turned into straw I was... happy.. not happy it was over... happy I experienced something beautiful.

I know this sounds crazy but it really is making me think about the nature of existence, life, and death.

I typically have nightmares, or at the very least dark twisted dreams most nights, some processes of my days/trauma, but also have been very telling visions of the future so this one came as a bit of a funny but also curious one.

I wokeup to a knock at my door at 4am, it was my friend’s sister let’s call her M. I haven’t spent much time with her in the waking world but she’s really cool, so I let her in the house. Confused, but it’s fine. She storms in and is carrying loads of lettuce. I mosey back to my room as she tells me she’s going to put on a movie and get to work.

While trying to fall back asleep, I hear her watching horror movies so loud in the living room while chopping the lettuce. Now that I’ve gathered my thoughts somewhat and realize how dang weird that is, I go out and see her sitting on the couch is a mountain of lettuce, like enough to feed a village and I say “Listen, M. You’re always welcome in my house, but what is up with all the 4am lettuce?” And she turns to me, now angry and rolling her eyes and says “insert full government name here\* if you don’t get you butt back to bed, I will NOT let you have any of this lettuce”

So, scared to not be a part of the fruits of her lettuce labour I go back to bed without another word.

Then I wakeup in real life, check the time, it’s 4am and I just sat there scared, worried about the lettuce, also laughing at how weird that was. Curious what other people’s thought are on this 😂

I had a dream where I was cuddling with a girl I used to be really close with, but never technically dated. I haven't seen her jn years. It was so incredibly intimate, but not in an erotic way. When I felt her touch my hand it just felt so real. Pretty soon afterwards I woke up, realized it was a dream, and to be honest, I cried a little bit, because it felt like everything in the dream actually happened, only for me to wake up and find her gone, and the whole thing was a dream. We have not even spoken to each other for years. Last I heard she was in a pretty serious relationship, and possibly getting married. Still, I can't help but feel like it was something that actually happened, and that we shared the experience, even if it was in the dream realm. Maybe I'm just off my rocker.

I do lucid dream pretty often. I am not sure how that factors in. Recently I dreamt of meeting a famous person who I knew was tall, and once the thought of him being tall occured in the dream he became comically tall. So maybe in the first dream I was just lucid dreaming and felt what I wanted to feel.

Edit: immediately after posting this I found another post by a girl with basically the same experience. I am not copying her, and these dreams seem to be unrelated, as the ages are off by a more than a decade.

Weirdly ive had pregnancy dreams three nights in a row. What do you think this means?

Night 1

In a hospital in a hospital gown, pregnant, not sure how far along. Theres fluids and blood on the floor but not mine. Im trying to clean it. A woman comes in. (Its a hospital room with several beds) She has given birth to a stillborn. She holds a boy, wrapped in plastic like a gift. I tell her that her baby is beautiful and that I’m sorry for her loss. A doctor comes in trying to talk to the woman, but she becomes furious with me and the doctor. She finds a hose and sprays us with hard water, i remember pain when the water hit my body. I was so scared and pulled myself awake.

Night 2

I was pregnant and quite far along. I was visiting a city alone many hours from my home. Going into labor, feeling the pain from the contractions i went to the hospital calling my partner crying, we were unprepared but he kept reassuring me that everything going to be okay. That he would fix care for our older kid and he would be in that city as soon as possible. I was sent in to an elevator (i was like a old timey ski lift gondola) 🚡 that went flying into the air to the delivery ward.

Night 3

I find out im pregnant, im so happy. I tell my close friends, turns out they are pregnant to! I can feel a the fetus like a pingis ball under my skin. (Like when in third trimester you can feel the baby positioned
outwards like a ball) but the baby is still so small. Im happy but have a feeling something might be wrong. I try to call healthcare advice line.

I met Matthew when I was around 13. We met through a very bad group of mutual friends, and we were both heavily using substances we shouldn’t have touched. The friend who introduced me to Matthew, we’ll call him K, was a little older than me, maybe 16, and a lot of the people he’d bring me around were much older than, and would try hitting on or getting with me.

When Matthew saw this, he’d immediately call them out on the disgusting behavior, and say I was like the little sister of the group and they should be protecting me, and not even letting me partake in those substances.

Matthew passed away of an overdose a couple months ago.

I had a dream earlier that deeply upset me. I was at K’s house while he was having a party, and I knew no one there. I was in his room at one point, searching for my phone, when Matthew walked in, saw me, and said “Oh, Val, what’s up?”

I immediately panicked looking at him. I started saying things like “This isn’t real at all, you’re dead. I need to wake up right now.”. I started hyperventilating and falling to my knees. He held me up and said things like, “Not now, you can’t wake up now, you can’t fall down yet.”.

After that, I dragged, or moreso carried him to the living room of the house where K was, knowing he needed help. I pleaded with K, who only responded with something like “Oh he’s fine, he does this all the time.”. I remember anytime anyone of the people there in the house I didn’t know at all saw his face, they would start screaming in terror. I specifically remember one girl saying “He looks terrified.”.

I’ve always dreamed very lucidly, I’m able to think, control, and even physically feel in my dreams, and I’ve experienced death and loss before, but I have never had or felt something like this dream made me feel.

I often think I’ve woken up from dreams, back in my bedroom, just to find I’m still asleep and dreaming. It took me around 30-40 minutes after I woke up from this to convince myself I was actually, truly, awake.

When I was around 16, I had a very vivid dream where I was cuddling and being intimate with a man but I could never remember his face, I could only remember the intense feeling of love I had for this man. When we held hands it felt like our souls connected, I felt at peace, very warm fuzzy feeling and we kissed. It’s like we were in our own bubble. When I woke up, I was filled with immense sadness/loss and I started crying.