Hello,

In this thread you are welcomed to post your weirdest/scariest/most alien dreams and explain your thoughts on them.
Then everybody else can read those and write their thoughts about it.
So we hopefully can gather many different viewpoints and overcome our own limits of perception through that.
I am 100% sure that we all can profit from such "cross-discussions", as I tend to call it.

I hope this thread will reach a certain level of fame so that it'll keep running without me solo-talking.


With that said I will take this threads virginity by posting the 1st one and hopefully add dreams of mine every week. CHEERS!

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Little warnings for the weak-hearted:

This thread may exceed obscurity to an extend where it gets disturbing/offensive, viewer discretion is advised. May contain drug-themes, possible sexual content, blood/gore, an average viewer age of 16+ is recommended.
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P.S: Please keep your dream-posts as compact as possible, we simply have no room for highly detailed dream-reports in here. We apreciate a short, fast, descriptive and well-written report, with nice use of metaphors and similies, so we can imagine the dream with our inner eye while reading (just like a good book).
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So I had this dream, where I couldn't get out of my dream basically. The dream started off as a non-lucid dream and I was repeating a certain pattern of movement throughout a dreamloop, which was:
waking up in my bed, going to kitchen and making some morning coffee, going for the bathroom, OCCUPIED by dad, going to living-room, where my mother was sitting on the persian carpet, trying to talk to her = no response, standing up and turning around, facing a second version of my mom, but this one standing and facing away from me, me pulling on her blouse so she recognizes me, but still no reaction = me being totally ignored, then I realize this must be a dream because my mother got cloned before my eyes + is not responding to my calls, which causes me to false-awake in my bed again, then the loop rerolls in the same pattern infinitely.
After a decent amount of eternity I turned lucid and was omniaware of me being trapped in this hell-loop of a dream, which won't let me escape and always resets and goes on and on and on...
I got scared, because whatever I tried, I couldn't break the loop, I tried running away, it got looped, I tried not standing out of my bed, which caused me to go non-lucid again, which means LOOPED.
So I went back lucid and endured this torment, normally I would be able to leave unpleasant dreams whenever I wanted to, but this one dream, this dream had me by my balls. I may as well add that
this is the very first and still one and only time I experienced such a kind of inception-style dream. So I believed I had died somewhen, and this was my personal hell (you can't imagine how much agony and pain I felt,
and I'm not talking about pain, as in cutting your finger, I'm talking about soul-pain, I felt how my spirit was burning, itching, and how my soul was being tormented by pure agony. It was such a miserable feeling,
that at some point I went insane within the dream, you know how they say that in the dreamworld the time-perception is warped? So that 1 minute in real-life feels like 100 years in a dream? Well I felt like
decades had past by, as I said it felt eternal, I was caught in that dream for super-real felt decades. So yeah I went insane, my mind went blank, I started yelling, screaming, crying, all over the place,
I kept hitting my own face, throwing myself into walls (which I would just fall through), then I levitated a bit, and threw myself everywhere, while crying out loud in sheer agony.

Here comes the twist part though:

After being mind-blank for a while I suddenly understood that I have tried everything which was in my might only, but hadn't asked for help from a mightier, greater conscience yet. As I may add here: I believe in afterlife and I believe in god as the one and only singularity, which emits existence, passion, power, love. (but let's not falter into religion-debates here, focus on the dream only.)
So with my hands holding my head so tight that my nails were pinching through my headskin, I threw myself on my knees and yelled for god from the deepest, deepest, deep of my heart (?), as I know now, it was the highest desire I've ever felt, the desire to be rescued by god from that hell. After that act of desperation, where I submitted myself totally to a higher power, I was shot out of that dream, I literally came shot back to real-life with near lightspeed, ro at least it felt that fast.

So there I was, lying in my bed, confused if this is real, or another loop, engulfed with litres of sweat, my sheets wet, then I jumped off the bed, ran into the kitchen, held my mother and shook her rapidly, asking her "is this real? am i back? are you here?!"

"Yes.", she said and I felt like I just had come back home after being gone for a long long time.