non-lucid

The dream began in a European capital city, it was in the middle of the night.
I was hanging out with James and Vagabond and we were just walking around the city, talking to eachother.
The city encompassed us with tall buildings. At the time, we were walking on a road that was going in between two very tall buildings, and as we got to the end of the building and turned the corner, the scenery completely changed.
Following the road beyond the buildings lead us to a huge frozen lake, surrounded by a mountain range; the scenery was very Norwegian.
We walked on the ice until we got to the edge between the ice and water. For some reason, the three of us decided to jump in. On top of that I decided to put my phone on a small sheet of ice to prevent it from getting wet, but as we started swimming, the waves went on the sheet of ice and covered my phone in water. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it out of the water, I think it still worked.

Later on we went to a houseparty. We were sitting around a circular table, that was halfway in a sort of cubby. The sitting area in the cubby is a sort of bench with cushions, while the rest of the table is surrounded by chairs. I was sitting on the cushions with a guy next to me sniffing what I believed to be cocaine.
He was very outgoing and social, and he offered me some but I refused. He insisted and put a teent on the the tip of a knife up to my nose, but I blew air out of my nose to make sure I didn't ingest any of the cocaine. It was quite awkward and people were staring, but I was steadfast in my decision and wasn't embarrased about it.
I then went to another room and found a talking cat, laying on a couch. The cat was black with a white underbelly, with big and unrealistic eyes, like it was a cartoon cat. It was extremely cute.
I quickly realised the cat was a physical manifestation of my subconcious mind, and I was very excited to talk to the cat.
**I was aware that the subconcious mind stores a bunch of information that your concious mind can't necessarily access. I believed that the concious and subconcious minds are like two different minds that could indepedently think. I perceived the cat as a sort of spokesperson for my subconcious mind, so I really wanted to talk to it.**
I asked the cat if it had a conciousness outside of "my conciousness" and it replied with "Yes".
As I spoke to the cat, I would frequently hug it as it was very precious to me. I was very affectionate. It didn't mind me hugging it at all, but it didn't play into it either. It just remained sort of serious.
I also asked why it was hiding information from my concious mind. **Ironically I don't remember the answer**
On top of that I would ask very casual questions like how it was doing, if it was happy, how it perceived the world. I don't remember any particularly negative responses from it but I don't remember any concrete answers either.
The cat was relaxed and seemed generally happy, but I could tell it took it's job as "my subconcious" very serious.

After I finished talking to the cat, I was completely alone. Everyone was gone, including the cat.
The lights inside the house were also turned off, the atmosphere was very ominous. For some reason I knew the house had become haunted.
I was a bit scared but not much.
I walked into the kitchen and continued walking around randomly.
Then I woke up.


**Ok so I'm not a psychologist or dream expert, so I can't be sure of this. But you know how dreaming is a way to connect with your subconcious mind?
Maybe my subconcious mind decided it would allow me to directly talk to it in the dream through the cat. Or maybe it's just something my mind made up and I didn't actually talk to my subconcious mind.
I'm not sure, but it would be cool if it was the former rather than the latter.**

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My dream began in a house in what seemed to be a classic American suburb. I was getting a haircut by a barber that my brother recommended to me. It was the type of "underground" barber that would cut your hair for cheap and only take cash. I entered the garage and saw a guy with a girl standing next to him; they were both of Korean descent.

I took my seat and looked at the TV-screen in front of me. The barber was putting up "funny images" on the screen and was just having fun, fucking about (I do not remember what the images were but they were not funny to me).
After a while, the guy slowly started cutting my hair, and halfway through I realised it looked like shit. I had faith that the barber knew what he was doing so I didn't say or do anything. But when he was done, I was almost completely bald on the backside of my head with uneven lumps of hair sticking out. My hair was a complete mess and I was legitimately considering buying a wig.

While contemplating what to do, I looked to the left to see my friend James standing under the garage door. When he saw me, he broke out laughing. At this point I was furious and I chased after him because I wanted to beat him up. Although I tried, I could not catch up to James and gave up chasing him fairly quickly.

I was still fuming with rage to the point where I couldn't contain myself. I felt the primal urge to destroy someone, but no one was around. So in an attempt to attract people to me, I screamed "N*GGER" as loud as I could, in hopes that some angry bystander would approach me. As luck would have it, three guys approached me in anger. Without the slightest hint of hesitation, I immediately attacked the guy standing in the middle. I was simply enraged, beyond rhyme or reason, my main goal was to inflict as much pain as possible. The others attacked me as well as I went back and forth between the three of them, exchanging hits. Even though I took a lot of brutal hits, I was so outraged and doped up on adrenalin that I felt no pain. I just kept on fighting them, not caring for their well being, until I completely lost myself in a moment of euphoria.
Then I woke up.

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I had a dream where I was being held captive under a contract by a very large and powerful company. The contract specified that I was forced to play chess against a very powerful opponent, until I beat him. I'm around 500 elo and the opponent was roughly around GM level. This took place in a large nature/grass area, with a nearby stream, that I know from real life. The chess games were played on a computer and were streamed live and with millions of people watching, and there were what seemed to be roughly a million people standing around me as well, spectating.

As the days blended together, I kept losing time and time again. I had access to the stream chat, and I sometimes typed in there, but nobody in chat noticed it was me. I was world famous, but I was essentially a slave to the company as I couldn't leave. One night, I tried to escape at dark, but the security, consisting of around 20 people, ended up catching me, bringing me back and forcing me to continue playing chess for my freedom.

Days passed and i slowly went mad with rage. It started out with me slapping papers in random peoples faces as i tried to vent my anger onto others. It eventually got to the point where I would target my aggression on the guy managing the whole chess event; I spat on him and threw water in his face.
My mental state declined exponentially. I became more ruthless and violent. At some point I gouged some guys eyes out from rage, but nobody could do anything to me as I was under the protection of the company since I was making them tons of money. Essentially everyone around me became the victim of my anger driven torture schemes.

On a early autumn morning at around 5 AM: I beat him. I was barely paying attention, but I saw the checkmate pop-up on my screen as my heart rate increased rapidly. I checked the stream views and they went from around 16 million to 600 million+ viewers. I earned my freedom.
But I felt that I had to handle the situation properly. As I was a big asset to the company, I knew they wouldn't let go of me, so I went to ask the manager to see my contract without letting him know I won (I for some reason didn't think any staff was watching since it was early in the morning). I asked to see the contract so I could check for loopholes and have a raw copy in case they tried changing the contract in an attempt to prevent my freedom.
As I asked for the contract, the manager ignored me and by then I knew it was too late. They must have already done something to the contract and I knew I was never gonna be freed. I cracked.

I took out a knife and stabbed the managers stomach, cutting him open like I was gutting freshly caught prey. He was still alive and screaming in pain, I cut off his ears and eventually his genitalia. At this point around ten people were desperately trying to pull me off of him, and as they tried to subdue me I ended up slashing some guys eye with the knife.
I had become fully insane, with my only goal being to hurt as many people as possible. Nothing mattered more to me as I became a fucking torture machine, desperately trying to cause harm people.
Then i woke up.

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