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    1. The Trials and Tribulations of Trucker Life

      by , 12-14-2023 at 06:17 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      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.
    2. A late goodbye

      by , 07-30-2023 at 05:20 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      The dream started in a house that was a mix of my house, my guitarist's, and my fiance's houses. My girlfriend and I were getting ready to go to a concert for a band that doesn't exist. We ended up just walking through some suburbs in fancy goth outfits but it was still nice. We then went outback, where there was a super nature-y neighborhood (mainly trailers and tents and stuff but also some houses) where she wanted to check out a listing for a 3 bedroom trailer. We got there and it was a one bedroom/studio trailer with a giant pylon installed through it. Needless to say, she needed to keep searching.

      Later, I show a friend (either it was Edynn or one of my headmates, hard to tell) the listing, and it was gone. We continued through the neighborhood and saw drive in theaters playing sci-fi movies about robots and 3D models of trailers. We then came upon an exact replica of my childhood home.

      Upon entering, my grandma was in the kitchen. She was talking incoherently and on the stand in front of the back window was a small paperback cook book she authored after she lost lucidity. The book was page after page of incoherent nonsense with illustrations of recipes made from ingredients that don't exist. Think AI generated food but it looked as if they were actual photos. I go up to her and ask "hey grandma, what made you decide to make a cook book?" And she responded by taking it out of my hands, mumbling vaguely about regret, and beginning to tear it up page by page. I panicked and took it out of her hands, to which she responded by screaming at me and chasing me and my friend out the front door.

      Before we could fully leave, she stopped and began to apologize to her late husband, which we soon connected the dots as representing an attempt to apologize to me directly. For a moment, we saw a glimpse into the memories she was living through in that moment, sitting on a recliner in front of a shadowy, warped figure. It was like it was projected in front of us and the grandma that was in front of me temporarily vanished. When she came back, we hugged as she talked, and an illustration of a lion showed up behind us, after which I audibly said "oh my god, you're still alive" and began crying in her arms. The whole time I should mention that sad symphonic movie music was playing. I don't remember if I told her I loved her or not. I suppose this whole scene was my brain's roundabout way of saying she was still alive in my heart or something like that.

      I woke up crying for the first time ever about my grandmother's death since it happened in September 2019. I suppose I deliberately prevented myself from saying goodbye in the waking world so as to not have to handle emotions that I was still afraid of at the time. I don't know if she would have approved of me being trans or any of the other stuff I came out as since her death, but she tried her hardest to raise me even as her dementia got worse, so I have something to thank her for regardless.


      RIP Martha Flinchum, 1933-2019

      Updated 07-30-2023 at 06:44 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. Dreamathon 2021

      by , 06-26-2021 at 08:20 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Dream 1: I was running either away from or with patrick star across a city

      Dream 2: me and a dream character who I befriended were making plans to escape across a city from the government in a giant paper airplane

      Dream 3: The grocery store I worked at fell under new management and she was evil and made everyone wear gray uniforms, but I managed to convince hear to make them wear pink uniforms with purple pants and shoes instead.

      Dream 4: I was talking to Jonochrome, creator of riddle school, about Jonochrome without realizing he was the one I was talking to. Meanwhile, he was streaming live footage of him walking across an ancient chinese landmark that was the longest math equation in history that spanned across an entire canyon.

      Dream 4, part 2: I attempt to walk across the aforementioned math equation but it was made of reciept paper so I fell and nearly killed myself.

      Dream 5: I was looking out the bathroom door of my trailer because an elderly couple drove their minivan into a giant hole filled with foamy water. They blamed me on it, and my mom's boyfriend came out to reason with them. Afterwards, I taught them how to tap a musical composition on the side of the trailer with their hands and distracted them with how cool they thought it was.

      Dream 6: I was in my trailer park trying to get a picture of the sunset over the unusually cyberpunk looking scenery. I was specifically trying to take a picture of a point in the sunset in which the center of the sun is black and fractal like repetitions made the sun rays, and it seemed to rewind just to allow me to take the right picture. I showed my sister the photo and she thought it was pretty cool.

      Dream 7: I was walking around in the shopping center by the place I was born with my non-existent, heavily intoxicated transmasculine femboy friend. He was wearing a pink skirt with a layer of green showing just under the top layer, with a similar looking crop-top. I went into the pet store and saw my ex boyfriend signing papers at a desk by the checkout area. I tried introducing him to my friend but it went bad because my friend could barely stand, let alone talk to people.
      Categories
      memorable , dream fragment
    4. Dantalion Reaches Out

      by , 01-06-2021 at 08:18 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I remember the dream started with me in a house and neighborhood that I've never seen before. My aunt had found a temporary place to live off of a website and suggested it to me. I had invited either the cast of fairbairn films or the dream equivalent of them over and I wanted to do an interview although they didn't know if it would be good for their earnings. They made 73,000 dollars a year. After they left, I found some extra weed in some cabinets but decided against smoking it. I then remember overhearing that all of the toys of the kids in the neighborhood were gone, and I tried assisting a couple people in escaping the town with bags of supplies. After that, I left the city and found myself lost on someone's farm on the mountains, where I was chased into the lake by one of his severely inbred tigers. Apparently the dream went from a normal first person perspective to a vlog/minecraft let's play series or something because after that happened there was a psychedelic montage of the scenery that got progressively more abstract until it resulted in the end product of a baby swordfish. I turned off the video and either I was instantly in a car or there was a transitional bit I don't remember that led to me being in a car with my sister and my mom, who was driving. My sister was talking about life and I was explaining where I was now that I had just turned 18 (I am still 17 irl). We drove past an off-road fence through a natural location/farm (maybe even the same one considering that it looked like we were at a high-ish altitude) until we somehow found ourselves in a parking lot, and then I found myself at my childhood house by myself. People were moving stuff around and I was talking to a couple of Jamaican people. They had a couple exciting things I wanted to try out but couldn't because I was apparently not 18 yet in this part of the dream. This part somehow led to me ranting to an unknown individual about yugioh cards in some kind of unknown semi-futuristic space/sky city at night, which led to me talking about demon work. I was saying how I worked with furcas, (maybe) purson, amon, ipos, and one that I couldn't figure out the name of, although something tells me I was referring to Dantalion. I think I got it eventually because I was explaining to someone with me how he lives under one of the decorative white pillars in the city, specifically the slightly transparent rectangular ones with a spherical shape on top of them. I then said he lived in some other hidden location in the city, right before the guy asked which place he lived that I mentioned, and then I admitted that I hadn't done demon work in a long time. I don't remember if something happens after that, but I assume not because I woke up pretty fast. I haven't had a dream this vivid before and chances are it could be a sign that furcas and/or dantalion wants to work with me so I had to write it down.
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      memorable
    5. Loss, Fear and a Distant Celebration

      by , 11-07-2020 at 07:03 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I had a dream where I was at an apartment with my mom and I had to go outside to do something. There was also a celebration of some kind going on. I left when for some reason I decided to find a car to sit in for some reason. I sat on theo (ex boyfriend who I am on good terms with irl) on accident and noticed that Edynn was in the front seat and vicky from the fairly odd parents was there too. they told me to get out and that they didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Theo cited the fact that we were in a relationship and I didn't care as a reason. I couldn't articulate more than just screaming, specifically at edynn. I actually got so mad I tried scratching up her face, resulting in theo being harmed the most. I got out, told my mom about it, and she seemed more adamant about advertising that there was a two bedroom apartment we were gonna move into. I left and wandered around aimlessly for a while.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    6. The Shoe People and Their Hatred

      by , 11-07-2020 at 07:01 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I remember being in a hotel room and saw the notorious B.I.G there with me. I said something along the lines of "wow you really do come across as big". he took offense to it, thinking I was referring to his weight, I clarified that I meant in regards go his presence and energy and then he got really hyped and started knocking stuff over and then left. Cut to a school. I was there with all the friends and students I had talked to in school throughout the years. I had a diary and nicknames. I remember seriously upsetting Jasmine and then apologizing. We stayed in dorms that resembled one star hotel rooms with the same sickening green color as the two star hotel I am in as of writing this. Shawn, a friend I used to know from elementary through middle school, had run into a warehouse after breaking down and being insecure about his musical skills. I eventually went back home and talked to my mom and decided we had to do something over at a different part of the building. We drove there, at one point talking about conspiracy theories and how I personally didn't get them, especially how they apparently gave people the urge to defect to remote locations. We made it to the building and then immidiately noticed the structure of the school location was flipped. There was a lightswitch that my mom got fixated on at the end of a hallway at an upper floor of the building. I was trying to get her attention when I saw someone walking towards the stairs next to us on a lower level. I noticed that there was a shoe replacing this person's head, freaked out, said "mom, these people are made of feet, we gotta go" and noticed that her head had turned into a shoe as well. The shoe person below me noticed my presence and ran full speed towards me as my mom stood mindlessly facing the lightswitch. I was attacked and then I woke up.
      Categories
      nightmare , memorable , non-lucid
    7. Smoking Salvia Divinorum on my Bed

      by , 03-01-2020 at 06:18 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was laying on my bed in the middle of the day with a pipe full of dried brown salvia leaves. I remember taking a hit of it and noticing how the leaves went from brown to green when I was smoking them. This could be seen as my first hallucination or as just a weird dream thing. Almost instantaneously I started hearing an oddly "synthetic" or artificial sounding shamanic music in my head as everything in my vision became wavey and brown/orange-tinted in color and I felt my physical being melting/decentigrating into what felt like a parallel dimension to ours. This caused me to feel like I was floating or levitating, which is typically the polar opposite of how actual salvia affects percieved gravity. I didn't quite break through but it felt like I was getting there. Do note that I didn't know too much about salvia before I woke up and researched it out of curiosity and my brain was mostly replicating what I remember from reading about other psychedelics like psilocybin mushrooms.

      Updated 03-01-2020 at 06:28 AM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Cotton Picking and Mushrooms

      by , 02-28-2020 at 06:37 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was at school and we were doing a career orientation kind of thing. We were separated into boxlike structures and the supervisor asked me what my current interests were. My thought process went as follows:

      -Well I like music but that's not very lucrative and I'd rather not hear him complain about that
      -Oh wait! I just remembered that I have a lot of cotton laying around my house!

      I remember seeing a red projection of a lower level of a house with white cotton balls scattered around. I mentioned that I had cotton lyring around my house and he said that a desirable career option could be picking cotton. In my head I thought to myself "Well I should be fine since it's not like the 1800s anymore"

      The next part of the dream started when I walked downstairs and noticed a container of psilocybin mushrooms that haven't been picked yet. I went downstairs and immediately attempted to dose by cutting a mushroom in half. The scale told me I had 10 grams in my hand which when dried is equivalent to 1 gram which is a decently moderate experience. I ate that half with the intention of giving the bigger half to a friend and nothing happened. One thing I remember is that before I put it on the scale the mushroom changed to a regular edible mushroom that you can buy at a store. I remember the distinct taste of that kind of mushroom instead of the supposedly terrible taste of an actualy psilocybe cubensis mushroom.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    9. Heaven

      by , 01-21-2020 at 04:07 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Somehow, I had made it to heaven. My suspicion is that I was able to peek at it when sleeping. I find that heaven is a beurocratic, authoritarian regime and everything is constructed in the style of a renaissance-era town/city. The first thing I remember noticing is that there wasn't a single racial minority there. I remember overhearing a conversation from the higher-ups about the hazards that my arrival would bring and that no one is to know about it. At the same time someone from a slightly lower rank heard about it and started planning to sabotage the system. Later, me and a friend from real life who was also in heaven with me apparently found Leonardo DaVinci as he was entering his house and started asking him some questions. He looked less like DaVinci and more like Adam Jones from Tool, but that's not important. We asked him was his least favorite part of heaven was and he said "eh... the food" as he opened a compartment in his wall to reveal a large stick pretzel. I asked if it had anything to do with food shortages and he seemed a tad confused. I was talking about how I felt anxious and my friend said it could be because of my current sleeping position (I must have been asleep inside of the dream). I pulled out a phone screen with an unfinished verse of a rap song I was working on and my friend was shocked by how little I had finished and if I was okay. I then woke up. What I have noticed is that the best dreams are cut off by school days.

      I might see if I can write a short story about this beurocratic ethnostate idea of heaven, but for now I have other stuff in life to worry about.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    10. Milo's Resurrection

      by , 09-25-2019 at 03:19 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Fragment 1: I was playing a minecraft mod that starts you off with only a set amount of chunks that are added onto by doing certain things. Meanwhile, someone was telling me about an incident they were involved in. I would give details if I could remember.

      Fragment 2: Me and my mom were in the parking lot at a local shopping center when we saw the queen of England. Without even thinking, my mom started talking to her, invited her in the car, and we got in and started driving home. I put on a song from a Leprous/Rishloo album that doesn't exist. It had the opening riff from "Lovely Room" off of Rishloo's first album, but it was more distorted and droned throughout the entire track. The album featured a black album cover with dark blue markings to imitate a stone pattern. The song itself was pretty soft in tone. Eventually, I had to get out to clean the road because one of the neighbor's recycle bins had fallen over. It had the words "work smart and not hard" spray painted on it. I turned my head a little bit and saw my late dog Milo sniffing something. By this time, the queen was talking to my mom from our porch. I tried to call my mom's attention to the fact that our dead dog is outside right now, but she just wouldn't budge. My aunt did see, however, and I remarked about how odd it is that he's here and that he looks not a year older than when he died. I then told her, "You would've thought I would have this dream the night after he died-" I exclaimed YES under my breath at the realization that I had just become lucid. I looked at my right hand, as per tradition for me, and it was extremely messed up. Fingers were coming out of fingers in a tree-like fashion, and I only had two fingers that branched from my palm. I focused hard enough and it became more normal, although I was missing a finger. I tried getting that finger back, but I only got to halfway before I gave up. Some insignificant stuff that I can't remember happened, and then I woke up.

      Updated 09-26-2019 at 05:02 AM by 89498

      Categories
      lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    11. 5120598908802

      by , 04-16-2019 at 08:36 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Last night was the first vivid dream that I have had in a long time. It starts with me at a grocery store with some kind of device that lets the user swap faces with any living being they can find.
      I used it to swap my face with a cat, with the supervision of the inventor of the device. After this happened, I went to the house of J (who is now trans and goes by E, but it would be awkward if I made it seem like this was the same E as in Let Your Imagination Run Wild.)
      were I came out as transgender to everyone except her parents. We were doing some kind of odd puzzle with the bisexual and transgender pride flags, but we had to hide it when J's mom came in. After that, I was in the jungle and came across a cartoony-looking British guy who spoke with an unintelligible Jamaican accent.
      We entered his airship and he told us about how he landed on the moon once, which automatically switched me into a flashback from his point of view. He was flying high above the clouds and navigating his way to the moon, while all the while the people he was with were talking about how globalist Marxism couldn't possibly work in practice.
      He had an extremely hard time landing on the moon once he got to it due to the fact that everything that landed on it immediately shot into space. He landed the ship on the moon (which was impossibly small, by the way), and once his feet left the shuttle, it shot into space. He tried grabbing it, but to no avail. He found two flags, both with years written on the cantons.
      One of them (the one he picked up) was what appeared to be an anarcho-communist soviet flag with an extremely long year number of (something like) 5120598908802. The dream ended with him placing it in a crater and looking into the sky.

      Updated 04-16-2019 at 08:55 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    12. Doomsday Cult

      by , 02-10-2019 at 08:46 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was trying to find a place to jerk off at school. I tried many places until I came to a downstairs area in the office. It was full of lockers and in the front of the room was a long meeting room table with a projector screen in front of it. To the back of the room was an office cubicle room thing that I thought I was going to jerk off in until I realized that there was no bathroom. There was a windows 10 computer to the side of the room using an old 90's monitor. The clock on the computer read 11:14 PM, even though it was in the middle of the day at school. When I left, I was caught. The entire time I was in the room, I was overhearing what sounded like two people discussing a world changing plan. One of them came up to me. He was wearing normal business attire, but he had long hair that he put into a ponytail. Occasionally, his face would change and do strange glitchy things for a brief period of time, only to then go back to normal. He had a very unusual way of speaking. He was very calm, almost like he had nothing to lose. He asked for some basic information about me. I gave him what he asked for and he responded with "your friends will enjoy this too," or something like that. I left, but after that, the entire building started to shake and a behemoth-like song started playing. I ran to my house, which for some reason was part of the school, only to find that the school had disappeared. Everything was still shaking. I ran to my back yard and saw my sprinkler going nuts. I was going to go to the front yard through the back gate, but I saw what looked like a miniature 1910's era plane firing bullets in rapid succession coming towards me at a sluggish pace. I tried to run back, but then I woke up.

      Updated 06-02-2019 at 09:37 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. Let Your Imagination Run Wild

      by , 11-10-2018 at 12:54 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      The dream starts at my high school. I can't remember what happens there, but me and a group of friends eventually headed to our middle school. I saw my current art teacher working as a janitor, and the entire building was different. "Hey, this is almost in the same place as it is when I'm AWAKE!" I said, despite the fact this was horribly wrong. Everyone was impressed that I had achieved lucidity. We went inside the building and it was dark. we were in this large room that was poorly lit. To the back of us there was a white wall with a wooden horizontal rack meant for hanging clothes towards the ceiling. While everyone was checking out a room, I told my friend (who will be called E for the rest of the entry) to follow me into somewhere more private. We tried a compartment above the clothes rack, but that was too small. I mentioned the closet, but E said that she didn't like small spaces (I am unsure of this in real life.) We decided to go into the bathroom. What happened next I was still lucid for and will refuse to disclose. I feel partially ashamed for it, as this person was one of my crushes. Nothing that constituted a wet dream. I was sure of this when I woke up this morning and checked my pants. It's just odd for two friends to do. Hint: The bath water turned to red gelatin. There was calming 1950's music in the background. halfway into this moment my dream sort of "ejected" itself from my mind. I still heard the dream, but most of the visuals were lost. I was completely free to open my eyes at that point, and I did.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    14. Mrs. F is Fired

      by , 10-09-2018 at 02:31 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      In this dream, I am going into 10th grade in high school. In this dream, my middle school is able to hold 10th, 11th, and 12th graders, and so I am moved back there. I am given the same home room as when I was in 8th grade in real life, but the normal teacher is missing. Instead there is this mildly balding middle aged man with black hair and square rimmed glasses. He introduces himself and then once he says "I am Mrs. F's replacement" I whispered "yes!" in excitement. He then went over to me and told me that Mrs. F was fired. When I went to talk to one of Mrs. F's assistant staff, she burst into tears of joy at the realization that her freedom of speech had been restored and she was able to express her opinion. In the dream, I eventually went back to my high school.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. A Crisis

      by , 08-26-2018 at 05:31 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      W went away to the sea and never came back. I texted her, but nothing responded. I suspected she died in a shipwreck and I eventually had an emotional breakdown, closing my eyes and silently crying into my pillow before getting a text back from her saying she changed her name to Jose. I talked to her after finding out that she sold used car parts and asked her why she changed her name. She said that there were too many girls with girl names.
      Probably one of the more emotional dreams I have had in a while, but still hilarious.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
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