DREAM REPORTING THREAD!!!!!!!
I'll give EVERY SINGLE post an ✨OFFICIAL DREAM RATING✨ AND I will guess what kind of mental disorder you have!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
281 posts and 46 image replies omitted.Dreamt that she talked to me.
I was at a prison camp or something, awake at 5 am, sitting on the ground with a laptop, working. Two other inmates woke up and they woke up a third to go out and watch the sunrise, but they did not invite me.
I dreamt that most of my actions had been catalogued online without my knowledge over the years, including recently my pissing off a powerful figure with some unspecified indiscreet behavior. People I considered friends were terrified of my stupidity when I'd done it. They never trird to warn me but they'd fully analyzed every single faux pas online, all the while facepalming but from a place of genuine concern.
In this world, I was able to use "spectator mode" to astral project outside of my body. On a rainy and humid night, two of my friends, a man and a woman in black tie suits, were coming to save me; I was using spectator mode to watch them as they stepped out of a car and walked up a Chinese moon gate in a public park in the city. The woman seemed to sense that I was watching them from the ripples I left in puddles near her. She looked around for my spirit with an expression of guilt, but I flew away into cover before she could say anything. Suddenly, I saw her bump into a figure wearing an optical camouflage suit, presumably a hired gun. My friend proceeded to grab the attacker and slit her throat with a knife, which prompted a 'bad noise' and booted me out of the remote viewing.
In the 'real world,' I had left my apartment and thought about leaving some sign that I was still alive. I could see a cheap mahjong table that I'd take outside, now warped from being left halfway exposed under a gazebo. I knew I had to make plans and run, but I felt too tired and simply wandered the city aimlessly instead. I ended up in a blind box store not unlike Pop Mart, watching a display made up of boxes running up a conveyer belt endlessly. The set on sale was cutesy medical themed (bandages, nurses, etc.) I kept thinking about where I would run but nowhere was a good idea.
Around this time I woke up feeling vaguely unsettled.
I dreamt that I was trying to sleep but a drone kept hovering outside the window, trying to look in. I grabbed a broom and tried hitting it with it, but it did not work.
The gist of it is that I dreamed of seeing this woman. She's a single mother to a young, quiet and mild mannered boy, who I took a liking to immediately. She's feisty and beautiful and the SEX is AMAZING. The kissing is especially ELECTRIC, like GOD DAMN I need a woman like this in my life. Only, there's a problem; Her "ex" is this meth'd up biker type, who comes around whenever he wants and makes a nuisance of himself. He abuses her and has his way with her. So, I spend the night with her and we're intimate and it's great, but in the morning she's cold and distant, and eventually becomes hostile and basically tells me to get the fuck out because he could be coming over at any time. So, I pretty much leave without a second thought, but I wake up having reservations over that decision.
What I think it means: The dream is asking me if I'd be willing to stand in the face of adversity for something I supposedly love. That can be interpreted in a few ways; Am I willing to enact violence to protect those I love? Am I willing to take a risk on something for the sake of a better outcome? In terms of romantic relationships, am I even willing to commit to someone, or am I going to perpetually be the "player" who flees the moment things get more serious? And finally, it's asking if I'm a sheep or a shark, a coward or a hero. I think I'm a bit of both, because I am not an confrontational sort of person, and would much rather just not have to deal with whatever petty horseshit problem or grievance you think is important enough to throw blows over, but at some point I will stand my ground and you're not going to like the outcome because I won't play fair motherfucker.