memorable

I didn't remember this one at all when I woke up, which was disappointing. But then I was reading in the morning and came across a scene which involved a severed head. I thought of the head and then I thought 'Taxidermy' and everything came back to me. This dream was so strange. The second part wasn't at all gory to experience but I suppose it could make some feel queasy.

Fragment 1:

I remember being in a boarding house with classmates from school. The building has two floors and is painted white or grey all over. There are no lights on and the sky outside is dim white, so inside it's shadowy. It's just us here, no host.

My room is on the ground floor and I step outside into a long hallway. The doors too are smooth and white, with pull-down handles. Recessed inside their frames they are dark with shadow. I walk past a pink laundry basket and up the single flight of stairs.

The upper floor is just as shadowy and plain. I pass along the hallway by closed white doors. At the end of the hallway is a dark, empty room with a window on the opposite wall and off to the side a doorless doorway into another empty space. In the wall opposite the doorway are two white doors, and one in the adjacent wall, all closed. I see two of my friends come out of this latter door. They are laughing and carrying a laundry basket.

Fragment 2:

I arrive at my street with a friend from school, we get out of the car. I see that there are two naked corpses, each splayed out face down on top of two cars which are next to one another. One of those cars - the blue one - might be mine, the other is grey. My friend has some reason for these being here. She wants to preserve the corpses so I offer to help her. I take a short scaffolding pole out of the boot of the car and push it into the anus of the nearest body. It enters cleanly and easily with a long part still sticking out. She pushes another into the other end of the body. I'm not clear about this part - in the dream I was sure this was the vagina, but it can't have been, more likely the mouth. But I'm sure it wasn't the mouth. I'm not sure these bodies even have heads. I suppose that's dream logic. At the end of this process poles stick out of both ends of the body, as if it has been impaled.

She asks if I'll help her with the other one too. I look down at the pole I now have in my hand. The pole is dented at the end and has some smudged black marks on it so I tell her it might not be suitable - I'm worried about it causing an infection. I walk up to my house leaving her to finish up on her own.

Outside the open door of my house I stand talking to my mum. She looks out and asks me what that's all about. After a moment's thought I tell her that my friend is interested in taxidermy.

Looking back I can see that both corpses have now been 'impaled'. From here they seem in a sort of spread-eagle position, toes pointed and arms stretched backwards, faces looking up.

Day 14 (Night of Friday 01.12.2023) is too fragmented to merit an entry.

It starts out in an apartment, presumably around the Arden-north highlands area by the look of it. I was with a various group of people when a bullet crashes through the window. Me and everyone else get down in an attempt to save ourselves as we figure out the hitman's target. Turns out it's this woman who was with us. The shooter enters the apartment and I ask why he's doing this. He says it's because she won't reply to him on tumblr, which seems to activate a pity response in everyone, so we hug him and tell him everything is okay.

After that situation settles, I, who for some reason am some heavy set white middle aged trucker dude in this dream, not unlike muscle man's dad from regular show, exit the apartment, climb down the stairs, and realize that in the space between buildings a couple of guy fawkes mask wearing killers are approaching me. Being aware of the dream at this point, I attempt to fly away to the bus stop I was intending to catch, and then I wake up, however I can't completely do so. I lose visual of the dream, but the audio is clear as ever, as well as the sensation of a blond kid pestering me about my wings and how his brother has the same ones.

In the faux waking world, I am in the room of my childhood home at night, dodging various vague figures in the shadows whose existence is merely implied. I try various things, including screaming, singing "bring me to life" by evanescence, which comes out as pathetic whimpering, and hobbling over to the light switch whenever my attempts very briefly succeed enough for me to be semi-conscious. My entire body felt numb but I realized I had leverage whenever I scratched the back of my thigh relatively deeply. In the dream I was in front of a post as I was singing bring me to life while scratching myself, and eventually it works and I finally do wake up. Turns out I was literally just being restrained by my fiance, who was nearly sleeping ON me.

Learning to Drive:

It's night and I'm leaving a game night at JM's (Tots) house.
I'm with EP from highschool combination rackets. Her dad is coming to pick us up.
The car is a beat up old Expedition. We sit in the back.
...
We get to EP's home and it is a small condo/apartment. It's dirty as well.
I see a large smartwatch adhered to the wall, meant to act as a regular wall-clock.
There is a bag of fast food on the ground. It might have been Firehouse Subs.
...
Later I'm downtown somewhere that reminds me of Las Vegas. I'm near a parking structure stairwell.
My girlfriend's Dad is supposed to meet us at a restaurant soon.
There is some sort of event related to car sustainability going on.
...
I'm at my high-school parking lot.
I've just bought a brand new car, but my Dad is in the driver's seat.
I'm very annoyed that he is trying to drive it before I do, so I ask him to give up the spot to me.
He does, but when I get in, I notice that he has only partially moved out of it.
He is sitting in the passenger seat, but his left leg is still under the wheel.
I'm struggling to fit in the driver's seat, and my Dad is struggling to fit in the passenger seat.

Fixing the Plant:

I'm at my current home in waking life, out in the yard.
I've started to plant something. I vaguely recall it may have been a hunk of meat.
HM from the Tots and somebody else are there.
I go back in the house for something and then return.
The two of them have 'fixed' my attempt at potting the plant by adding sugar to it.

Peachy Party:

I'm at my Grandma's current basement. There is a party going on with a large group of people.
There's a football team with blue and white colors I'm sarcastically following. I'm watching them play a game on my smartphone.
The team is here now, and some of them are jocks. One of them is holding up a sign. It is all symbols.
I intuitively understand it to mean "no girl delivery people." The symbol is a smiley face with long hair, circled with a line through it.
...
Later I'm hooking up with Princess Peach at the same party. We are under a stairwell. It is pretty vivid.
After the deed is done, we pass out on the floor, not concerned if anybody finds us.
In the moment I consider this a chad-move.
At some point in the night another person puts a blanket over the two of us.
...
We wake up and it is revealed that someone has taken pictures of us during the act.
The pictures are crudely edited, with cutouts over faces. I see us over by a TV center.
We are both embarrassed that there is evidence now.
...
I'm standing at another part of the room with YK from college.
Lights are dark now, and the scene is more sinister.
YK is scared that somebody is going to get him.
He is trying to hide and I follow suit.
I go to hide in a back area near the water heater, but YK tells me that hiding place is too obvious.
I turn and go to find a new spot, but now I'm out in the open.
I see my bike and my girlfriend's bike there, and I accidently bump into them.
They make a loud noise as they fall.
An old lady carrying what looks like a harpoon gun appears from the top of the stairs.
I ask her why she is here.
"I'm here to kill you," she replies simply.
She points the gun at me, and I grab it, trying to point it away.

Climbing to Stability:

I'm at the canal where I exercised a lot earlier this year. It's the day time.
I'm with my girlfriend and we are rising into the air.
I'm holding a rope, and I indirectly perceive that she is holding onto me, or is with me in some other way.
When I will it, a balloon floating up above inflates, which pulls the rope upward higher into the sky.
My girlfriend and I ascend higher and higher into the sky, with the rope being only thing keeping the both of us from falling.
I have an expectation that when we reach a certain height, a support will form so that we can be safe.
...
Later I'm still with my girlfriend, but now we are more obviously on a date.
We are at a sort of marketplace with indoor and outdoor sections.
There is a central register desk with some clothes and other merchandise set-up around it.
This feels sort of like a foreign country, with smaller roads and streets.
I'm following her and I see that her hair is longer than it normally is.
...
I'm now standing in my Great-Grandma's condo, looking at a picture of my girlfriend from the back.
The visual is the same, with the longer hair. Essentially a screenshot. There is a second picture of her starting to turn around and look at the camera.
I realize that my Great-Grandma has recently died (within the dream's story, not really) and I am there to help clean up the condo.
I go to her bedroom and see that my brother and sister are there watching something on her old small TV. My brother is on a futon, and my sister is on a second bed.
My Great-Grandma's bed is empty, but I hesitate to get on it because it looks dusty. Plus, the idea that she may have recently died in it spooks me.
I sit on the second bed next to my sister and join the group.
My sister asks if we can reorient the bed so that it is in line with the TV, rather than the side. I tell her "I sleep on my side anyway, so it works out."
...
At some point later at the condo, I put on a VR headset.
I'm now in an ocean inspired by the Legend of Zelda: The Windwaker, with the cell shaded deep blue colors.
This was some sort of MMO, with many other players occupying the ocean.
I'm in a boat and controlling the world with my voice.
I ask for an engine to be on the back of my boat, and it happens. My speed increases and the whine of the device whirs to life.
I decide that I want to be funny, so I ask for the One-Piece straw hat to be on my head. I find a mirror-like surface to look, and it indeed has appeared.
I pilot the boat over to a group of people and zoom past, while doing a poor King of the Hill accent "dang-ol-motor-boat-I-tell-you-hwat!"
Eventually I reach what looks like a large garage door on the edge of the ocean.
It's currently up, so I go beyond it. At some point I lose my boat behind it and get put back on the Ocean side, with the door now down.
I'm not concerned about losing the boat, but I spy an island on the horizon that I want to swim to.

Recorded after 7.5hrs of sleep.

Fragment: looking down a gently lit stairwell at school, sound of girls chattering below.

Me and my best friend from primary school are in a café (restaurant? Eatery?), waiting for another friend who I haven't seen since primary school. It's a small, narrow, high room built entirely of light-coloured planks, roughly hewn. There are large gaps in the wall like floor-length windows, but with no glass in them. I can see outside on a sort of market scene. There's a shop serving lots and lots of lovely-looking baked goods for pretty low prices, I can see their menu even from this far. I don't know what's on the menu of the place I'm in.

We sit at a table - also made of planks, it's what you might find in a hipster café, sideways-box seats on both sides and a white runner in the middle of the table. My friend and I are chatting while sitting next to each other. I look to my left and see a classmate from my current school sitting at a small table, on a school-style chair with a thin cushion, drinking a cappuccino. I go to the bathroom and when I get back she's moved to my table and is sitting opposite my friend. We all talk for a while before she leaves.

More time passes, I don't know how much, but it feels infinitely long as we keep waiting. He's really late. The light outside is still as bright as ever so we keep talking, discussing him, how long it's been, talking to each other.

Finally he arrives. The two of us have almost finished eating (when did the food appear?). He sits opposite, we all greet one another joyfully. For some reason he's wearing a black suit - not the most likely dress for another person my age. I'm delighted to see him.

I'm sad not to remember any of our conversation, since I know there was one. I really need to work on recalling speech! Anyway, after a short time of discussion, I get up and go to the bathroom again. When I return, he isn't here anymore. She tells me that he's already left. It's only been a short time since he came.

"But he only just arrived!"

"Well, you'll see him again. He said to say goodbye to you."

"I wanted to talk to him more. After all, he's my friend, too. And I've missed him..."

The view out of the window is different to before. I can see the back of the bakery shop. There's a bar bending around a corner piled high with giant, glistening canelés and other baked goods to be sold.

I love Sailor Moon. Does this count as a scary dream? I wouldn't call it a nightmare...

I am Tsukino Usagi (the main character of Sailor Moon) - appearance-wise, at least. It might be better to say I'm alternately watching her and being her. She has one sister and a father who is very controlling and doesn't let her go outside. But one evening, somehow, she manages to leave. As I'm walking down the street away from the apartment, I see my father outside a pub on the adjacent street. He is talking and drinking in the warm light and doesn't seem to have noticed me, so I continue walking at the same speed, head down, to avoid attracting his attention. As soon as I'm past the street corner and out of his view I run as fast as I can into town. It's dark out, and there aren't many people about, however the night this time has a dark brown sky rather than a blue one. It reminds me of an old photograph and imparts a sense of finality.

Some time later. I can see inside the apartment while not being there. Usagi's father is there seething over her disappearance while her mother frets, her younger sister (who looks a lot like another character) sits on the floor at his feet. I get the feeling that they are all afraid of him. He vows to find Usagi and bring her back.

Usagi goes to hide in various places. I see her inside a closed shop, a single dim light overhead. Her wristband glows (when did that appear?) and some waves radiate downwards from the lamp. I know instantly that they are transmitted by her father and he now knows where she is. I feel a terrible foreboding.

I don't remember much after that. I feel that she ends up being caught but continues to plan another escape.

I'm not sure if this dream is scary so much as unsettling. It's been years since I had a proper nightmare.

I dreamt I was in the middle of some crazy military chaos in some densely populated city

Spoiler for gory:

there were civillians in large cages, they were getting executed, shot by shotguns, assault rifles, and then other soldiers came to shoot these soldiers,
and I could see it all the gore, realisticly, sometimes I floated, sometimes I walked around I wasnt entirely corporal, I didnt get hurt somehow

but it was really fucked up, hard to watch, idk how I didnt wake up then



Then I was in some sort of band , me and a 3-4 others , we were friends sort of
we got out of somewhere, a brawl or something, I only had a hammer, each of the dudes had different similarly not too good weaponry
my shirt was teared apart...
It was night, were were walking somewhere on a road, in the middle of nowhere, plains, trees and lots of bushes and grass, only the moon lit up the scene and maybe a few lamps
I was singing a viking song , we talked about the lifestyle
suddenly we were ambushed by 4 or so similar guys, one of them had a spear, the others idk
I fought one or two off, got them on the head with the hammer, the spear guy came, tried to stab me but couldnt, I deflected it with a hammer somehow, always missing only by inches
the other guys were killing the rest of the enemy, I was trying to make an opening
then I made distance , and he threw the spear, he missed, then ran towards the other guys, he apparently had a sword, I picked up the spear and ran
just before he could cut them down I pierced him hard , he fell
one of us took out his phone and turned on the flashlight on it
apparently two of my friends were cut, one was already dead, the other was bleeding out fast but I couldnt see where,
while one hooded guy, the enemy was writhing in pain on top of them,
idk how I felt, but I wanted to do something for these two, honor the dead, with the blood of the enemy

Spoiler for gory:

so I took aim and stabbed repeatedly the hooded guy in the skull, I could hear disgusting sounds of flesh and bone giving way, blood started to gush up like a fountain to cover his whole face

I tried ask my friend where was he hurt, maybe he could be saved, but I couldnt see, but he said it's ok,he seemed to be smiling...
and I just had to watch him starting to fade out
and then I woke up

For a moment I see myself: a tall man, dressed in black and with black hair. I'm not myself in this dream, I am him, seeing everything through his eyes. I don't feel like a girl anymore.

A street at night. It's wide enough, paved evenly, though the slabs vary in colour and shade. The streetlamps give off a low, cool white light that's like moonlight. The sky above is dark blue without a single star.

In the middle of the two-lane road is an industrial-looking island, a tangle of thick pipes and ducts that come out of the ground and go back in again, twisting over one another. It's confined into a strict rectangular patch of ground. In the light the curves of the metal are glinting dully. I walk with quiet but sure footsteps onward, past railings and railings and railings, black and gleaming along the length of the street and around the corner. As I near it, eerie music starts playing from one of the corner houses. The house is purplish-grey and has three stories and a basement. On the first floor only the house's corners are missing and covered with a thick dark grey mesh. From here a bright purple mist is wafting out from inside. A purple van in front of the house reads in bubble letters above the windscreen: 'Ultra Shelibatology'.

I pass the house and walk through many more residential streets, across main roads; everything is dark and cool and quiet. Until when passing a garden square I catch sight of a man inside, watching me. He has light hair sticking up in tufts and his whole face is obscured in the dark except his staring eyes. Our eyes meet. Another person walks by in front of me.

I was half-asleep when this one came to me. It's mixed in with details of what I was reading when I dozed off and I can remember a bit of a story!

I am in a boarding school - the buildings are somewhat old. All are built in different colours of brick as far as I can see. I'm eating lunch at a small, square table in the large canteen - a little ways off I can see a white brick pillar capped with brown bricks, and beyond it a broad vague expanse. A girl is sitting across from me, but she's nobody I know. She's eating a hot dish - it looks to me like white rice covered with a thick layer of tomato sauce and then sprinkled with walnuts (would this actually taste good???). I notice and register that our school should be a nut-free one, but pass it off thinking that perhaps she brought her own food. I am allergic to nuts.

A teacher (who I recognise) approaches us and sits near our table. As she's talking, for some reason I decide to try a bite of my companion's dish. Chewing absentmindedly, I suddenly remember that I can't eat nuts and spit out the one in my mouth. I see it's been slightly chewed and I feel myself start breathing faster as fear bolts through my body. Meanwhile, the teacher has left some time before without my noticing. Hurrying up to my dorm room I tell myself that this is just a panic reaction and I'll be fine, since I didn't even swallow.

I arrive at the door to my room. The dormitories are laid out along open-air walkways which form a square around a central courtyard and rise for several levels, all in the same white and brown brick: the balconies are white, capped with brown. The walls of the building are brown. A blond-haired boy steps out in front of me and begins speaking, but I push past him and begin heading back downstairs - when I realise I was in such a rush that I forgot to pick up my EpiPen. So I run back, get it, and go back to lunch. But I never suffer an allergic reaction.

Later, a Christmas celebration. Most of the school is crowded into the brown-brick church. It's Victorian-style and reminds me of the chapel on the grounds of another well-known boarding school. Organ music drifts across the snowy churchyard to our ears as we wait for the service to begin. I am outside the church, skipping the service with my friends, the chilly air chafing harshly against my face, and the snow still falling.

I was in the hotel...again, I came to know this by remembering through dream memory, I've been there before.
It felt more like a level Ive completed already.
For some reason in finland, I was lost in this large hotel, it had all kinds of rooms and halls, it was quite ornate, think 17 century french palaces, but a bit less fancy.
Idk what I was looking for, quests I guess...but I knew that there were layers to that realm and I had to switch by them... at one of the doors I encountered the echoes of an enemy or something hostile that took the form of a man, but it couldnt hurt me now, only saw and heard its monstrous echoes...
I went to some sort of dining hall, there were people down there, eating, while I was up there on some sort of balcony, near the ceiling, that was really high, like 200 meters.
There was a girl there, I wanted to ask her for directions but then I woke up.

It was the last day of elementary school, a lot of festivities and performances were planned in the gymnasium, me along with three other kids, one being a girl I had a crush on during 5th - 6th grade, another being my current best friend I didn't even know back then, and I think the last one was the girl's best friend. We did a short skit, or performance that was maybe three minutes long or something followed by us dancing to either Barbie Girl or a song from the Dutch girlband K3 as ending/credits as the audience would give us an applause! However, we would just continue dancing for the entire song while they kept applauding. We would've done so for the entire 7(?) minute run of the song, but eventually decided to gather in front of the audience and bow, my theatre school instincts kicked in to say "Yes!" as we bowed.

We then leave the gymnasium and decide backstage to hang out together instead of attending the rest of the event (considering it was primary school, it was literally early in the afternoon) We then decided to go to the city, my crush asking me where I live to see if it was possible. Although I was thinking like my current age self while supposedly being a prospective 7th grader, I was still convinced I lived in Utrecht rather than Berlin where I currently live so I'd be good. We went to a supermarket nearby to get some food, but I woke up.

Curse you brain for finally letting me hang out with my crush ;_;

I was dating a German influencer and host, I don't remember the exact details but it was pretty cool

Went to bed around 11:30PM.

Berries with the Tots:

I'm with JM and JV from the Tots group. We're at a store modeled after the Pokémon Centers from various Pokémon games.
There is a deli nearby in the same store selling lunchmeat, as well as Pokémon merchandise lining shelves on the walls.
I'm looking at some berries, and the perspective changes such that I'm using a menu to scroll sideways through the different berry options.
There are arrows up and down to change the quantity of berries to buy. There is a price that dynamically updates as well.

Recorded at 5AM.

Kitten in the Kitchen:

I'm at a house. I get the impression it is a new thing, as in somebody has just bought it or started a rental arrangement.
There is a front door area with a kitchen on the left. There is a mudroom type area on the right. The layout is vaguely similar to my parents' old home in northern Michigan.
I'm standing in the kitchen near a plate with some food on it. There is a small kitten near the plate, attracted to the food.
The kitten is black and longhaired, similar to how one of my cats from childhood, Oreo, used to look.
I pickup the kitten to show it to my girlfriend who is in the kitchen nearby.
I get the impression the situation is a 'meet the parents' type scenario.
...
I'm with my Grandma P in a bedroom area from the same house.
She seems to be sharpening chopsticks to resell as a business.

Recorded at 6:45AM.

254 words for the night.

I keep meaning to keep track of my dreams but this is the first one I could remember for awhile.

It was in first person and I have this feeling I was a spy on a misson. I'm not sure what the misson was- but it was at a mansion that was unguarded and I think someone was with me. I'm not sure if she was pyschailly there with me or we're talking by ear piece but she felt close by either way. Well anyway the thing is that someone I had to like open up a window from the outside and then when I tried to get inside I think the second time I had to fight the "son" (not sure if it was the millionare's real son, or not) off and rush inside a room where i think the millionare was already drugged (I don't know who did the drugging) but after I rushed into the room-i had to lock the door behind me and then I for some reason had to push the drugged millionare out of the window and then for some reason put a plunger on the guy's behind and then the dream ended because my body needed to go to the washroom and I didn't have time to go back to sleep.