Cinder's Dreams Gallery

My recall wasn't so great today, mostly because I was too tired in the morning to care about dream recall.

I was drowning in a river at night, I had to drop my backpack and my valuables as I swam out. Fortunately, I still had my debit card with me as I bought new clothes so that I don't die from hypothermia in the winter. I was in a city that I never lived in. I returned to my home, which was in a condominium, on the seventh floor.

My dream transitioned. I was hanging out with my dad and we had a gaming console, and he was playing a horror game on it (my dad doesn't game) and he got up to go to the toilet during a cutscene, and then the monster started going after the character so I had to take control of run around in circle in a dark house, because I didn't know the context of what I was supposed to do. The monster looked like a muscular necromorph.

I had a bad night of sleep, so I didn't remember anything.

I did a morning nap today, but I wasn't really used to it and I was a bit sleepy, so I didn't recall much. I had a series of dream fragments which were pleasant, though.

There was something about me and some people playing some kind of Gmod map, it was dark and we were roaming around a city at night. Presumably, it was a death match but we were all pretty chill about it until I climed up a wall and challenged everyone to mob me. I don't remember killing anyone but I don't remember anyone killing me either.

The other fragment I remembered was that I was a... ninja? samurai? With a blade made by Muramasa, and of course it's evil etc. etc. My dream was set in the future, perhaps in Overwatch's setting. I have a romantic subplot with a girl, and I have several run-ins with the law.

I woke myself up in the middle of the night to do WBTB, but I have trouble recalling my previous dream. It had something to do with slicing a pumpkin, I think?

I was in a big, air-conditioned dark room, where someone was giving a presentation. Numerous people including me were sitting on the floor watching the presentation. The presenter asked for volunteers, and me and someone I recognize as a childhood friend got up. We were given a mathematical matrix on the screen and apparently we were supposed to use that as a clue to move to the front, with the people sitting blocking our way and modeled by the matrix somehow. My friend knew how to do this but I didn't, and he beat me the first time. The second time I just guessed my way to beating him. I told him it was dumb luck and he was amazed, because he had solved the matrixes.

My dream transitioned to me using an elevator. It went down to a fabricator unit of some sort where the elevator door stayed open as the box was moved around and machines cleaned and painted it while I was still inside. Then once the box was put back I noticed that the elevator had gotten bigger and people were now inside with me. There was an adult Blank overlooking a young schoolboy with a broken nose lying on the elevator floor not responding to anything, but still awake. The blank told me about how the schoolboy was punched really hard in the face and we should all make sure he's okay. The blank also said he was a cute kid. The other person in the elevator was Darth Vader but he didn't do anything interesting.

I got out of the elevator into a bleak corridor that reminded one of parking lots or abandoned office buildings. I only took a few steps before Slenderman appeared in front of me, so I ran back to the elevator and closed it. The lights went out in the elevator as it moved, and we all went to sleep inside it.

I was in a foreign country with my mom, and inside a sports wear store. I was thinking of buying a new pair of sneakers which look similar to my favorite pair of sneakers.

My dream transitioned to me playing Overwatch as Tracer, and I was chased off by a Symmetra into a building in a map that seemed like Temple of Anubis. The building led to a room with another Symmetra who chased me back into the building, where the original Symmetra was also running at me.

I recall being back in my high school in New Zealand, I changed my underwear in the hallway.

I then remembered talking to someone about a Star Wars AU where the Jedis are the bad guys.

I dreamed that I was another person talking to myself who was sitting with my dad at a cafeteria. I talked about the end of the world and other things, which my dad scoffed at. I reminded him that our world was plunged into apocalypse and had only recovered, which made him go quiet.

I dreamed that I was a mattress that became sentient after a mad scientist infused his evilness in me. I move around by having my soul pick up my body and carry me around. I walked towards some scientists and they found me funny. They discussed about the circumstances of my creation and wondered how a mattress can be evil.

I was a girl, I got sleepdarted by Ana from Overwatch. I woke up to a lesbian on me wanting to get it on, but I was not in the mood.

My dream transitioned to my highschool going to BlizzCon. I didn't remember the details of the con but it was apparently in New Zealand and we had minor earthquakes before we left.

The bus stopped at a mall. We looked around, I separated from the others and looked around by myself. When I walked out my dad was there and he complained that I took so long looking around that it was midnight. I was about to come up with an excuse when I realized he's my dreamsign, and I became lucid.

I had a false awakening and my laptop was on my bed. It was on Facebook with a video of an African American girl with a white family, who claimed that they are her true family and she ran away from her dark-skinned family, and e comments were people talking about how racist she was, and also some people talking about her name was "Gental" which sounded funny because it sounded like "Genital"

I woke up. I did reality checks. I fell back to sleep and had another false awakening, and I accidentally astrally projected.

My dream transitioned to me as Dr McNinja from the webcomic Dr. McNinja, with an older ninja who was dressed more like Rambo than a ninja. We were fighting against all of the enemeis of McNinja, under the leadership of an alien luchador a la Darkseid, with Frans Rayner as his right hand man. He sent an entire city's worth of soldiers and police at us. I didn't recall all the battle's detail but it was awesome, with us skirmishing throughout the city by jumping on cars to make our getaway and ambushing checkpoints.

We took out the police and was about to make our getaway, when Frans Rayner called us and told that McRambo got a nuke in his shoe and we won't be able to get it far away from us in time. We panicked a bit but then I took him up a tall building and we dropped his shoe, then we run like hell.

We survived, and celebrated about how we will escape now, but our noises drew the attention of Space Luchador and Frans Rayner, who were right above us all along in a helicopter, and we were just mutually unaware of each other earlier.

My dream transitioned to me talking to someone about the setting of Dr. McNinja. I claimed that in the Dr. McNinja world, nearly all popular fictional characters coexist. I saw from a third person view a bunch of characters on a ferris wheel, but the only two I remember were Stitch and Reuben from Lilo and Stitch, except Reuben was a shapeshifter in the shape of Stitch but with his yellow eyes.

I must've fell asleep while recalling my dream, because I had a good memory of it one moment, and then I forgot it in the next.

I was walking through a museum while I was apparently playing Skyrim, and the museum showed some kind of mod thing, such as replacing household decorations with food, and such.


I fought a one-eyed ogre. He kept complaining and got a bit annoyed when I stabbed him in the eye. We had some conversation about human bone structure and I lied to him that all humans except ninjas have special bone structures, and the bones people think humans have are only possessed by ninjas and samurais. He didn't buy it.

There was a bit about McCree from Overwatch.

I was playing through text options as if I was on Fallen London. One card said something along the line of "Trials of _____ House", which I selected.

I am in first person again, and I was in a modern club, with a stereotypical rich godfather and all that good stuffs. Me and someone else were infiltrating the place to find blackmail material regarding the godfather, in case he was a pedophile or something like that.

We got into a room next to the godfather under the guise of needing their... services. We beat up the workers, knocked them out, and tied them as I tried to spy on the godfather. He had a harem of girls serving him. We stole a few jewelries from the room and then amdemto get away since we couldn't find anything to black ail him with, but somehow they caught us and the godfather walked out to meet us.

Somehow everything worked out. The mafia collapsed. They were linked to the government. The perspective moved to a misty morning in a military airport, with the president of United States (he was blonde, but he didn't look like Trump) using his VP (who looked like Hillary Clinton, but whom I am pretty sure wasn't) as a scapegoat. He walked away from her and the guards, popped champagne and lifted the foaming bottle up as mist enveloped him. The credits roll.

I had a false awakening (I don't know why I don't do reality checks in these when I have always did reality checks after waking up) where I was sleeping beside my father. I may have gotten up a bit and used my laptop to searhc up naughty stuffs while he was sleeping.

My dream returned to the president again, back where we left off. The VP was crying and protesting her arrest as the supposed mastermind behind the Mafia, while on the other side of the mist the president talked to some shadowy figures.

My dream transitioned to me playing 3D Metroid (I have never played Metroid) where the environment are in HD 3D but the enemies are pixelated. I fought my way up what looked like a warehouse, got up an elevator, and came to a plaza surrounding a courtyard. I discovered that I have unlimited jetpack and I flew up to the top level, and tried to fly to an enemy and cut it in half with a sword. I missed and flew out of the map, which was a building floating in the sky surrounded by the vast emptiness of the skybox. I curved around and flew back inside the level for another try, but I missed again, then I woke up. I would also note that the flight felt different from the other times I flew in my dream. It felt like actual flying, unlike the levitation I always did not counting the one time I had angel wings.

I was sleeping on a king-size bed. Seeing as my parents (they are major dreamsigns) kept pestering me, I don't think I'm supposed to be sleeping. I told them to get off my back because my pillow was actually a magic chest that will open after I sleep enough on it.

Then I recall something about me looking like the protagonist from Undertale.

And then there was a bit about a cartoonish viking running into a decorative shield and getting his face stuck on it (yikes) and having to go to the doctor. I think it happened in my mom's old office.

I was back in my high school, but I still have my nice single university room. I slept for most of the day, and woke up in the afternoon.

There was something about me being the Avatar from the Avatar series.

I walked around the place, which was like my current dormitory except that it also had towers flanking the corners of the buildings surrounding the courtyard.

I went to the dining hall of my high school and met with my friend. I briefly considered sharing a room with him but decided against it.

There was also something I remembered about seeing a pornographic video about women stuffing cakes in their... uh. Yeah.

I dreamed that I was a girl, and I had a girlfriend, and I was my girlfriend. (It's complicated)

We both worked for the time police, and had the ability to travel through space and time. I (my girlfriend) remarked internally that I came from a world where grasses are sentient killers, and so it was funny that we had grasses on our lawn. I was compiling a report for my superiors.

I later recall talking to my friend about her boyfriend's sleep problem, with a professional with us. The professional suggested an expensive cure (700$) and I offered to help pay. She seemed to just be satisfied that the problem was identified and wasn't interested in buying... whatever it was.