BabyAnnihilator
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So in the dream, my mom had previously had a heart attack; me and the rest of my close family went to the hospital with her, and she ended up surviving. Later on she held a speech about something in front of a large crowd of people, I don't know what the speech was about. While holding the speech, she was shot straight through the heart; for some reason this wasn't instantly lethal and she was again taken to the hospital. She was told that she she only had a few months to live. She could leave the hospital and wasn't confined to any machines, but it was like cancer where you just suddenly die towards the end.

*What I wrote above was past memories in the dream and my dream kind of starts here*: Me and my extended family were at my grandparents house, it was a family gathering that was rather common. The mood was pretty depressing as everyone knew my mom only had a few months to live, so we tried to enjoy her company before she died. We tried not to mention her limited lifespan.

I left to go on a walk alone, as I needed to gather my thoughts. The area I was walking in was a wild grass-plain area with an abandoned bunker near it. It was a very calm and peaceful area that was easy to walk in. Suddenly my mom showed up out of nowhere, and I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She smiled and gave off a certain warmth that I can't describe.
We then started walking together while talking, it was very casual and it felt nice, but something seemed off. I forgot what we were talking about but I eventually realised it wasn't my mom, but someone disguised as her. Not with like a clothing/mask disguise, but like a transformation disguise. Suddenly the thing pretending to be my mom morphed and revealed itself to be the devil. He started tormenting me with everything that's wrong with me and taunted me with how my mom was going to die and that I would never see her again.
Then I woke up.

I rode my bike to this hotel that was nearby to sit and do homework. The hotel was located near a beach. The hotel building itself wasn't too eye-catching but the surroundings expressed a sense of Nordic summer beauty. Behind the hotel was a forest with flourishing wild nature, and in front of the hotel was a large area filled with chairs and grey parasols. The weather was warm but not too hot, as it was kept in balance by the occasional chilly wind. The sun was shining with no clouds in the sky and the atmosphere was generally very comfortable. The hotel was very lively, with people walking around and some just relaxing in the chairs or at the beach.

Most days I would go to the hotel to do homework and go back home to my student accommodation at the end of the day. But today I was at the hotel with the rest of my family to participate in some weird beach activity where we would ride dolphins. It almost ended with some of us getting eaten by sharks though.

Later that same day, a little girl was sitting under a parasol with her grandma and they offered me a sandwich that was wrapped in white wrapping paper. I accepted it but didn't eat it immediately, and eventually forgot about it.
I went back to my student accommodation and arrived at the hotel the next day. The atmosphere felt very ominous. The sky was light grey, it was slightly chilly and only a few people were at the hotel, besides that there were a bunch of policemen and an ambulance with medics standing around someone. I walked closer to see what was going on. I saw the drowned and semi-rotten corpses of the grandma and little girl who had given me that sandwich the other day. Their skin had a slight green tint to them, like they were moulding from the inside. Their skin was also torn with some visible flesh. It would be fairly unpleasant to see, but it didn't bother me much and I just went home with my family who were still there for some reason. Everything hotel-related took place outside, I never entered the hotel.

So we got home and I went to the kitchen and closed the door behind me. I turned forward to see the little girl's and grandma's rotten corpses sitting while laying over the kitchen table. My heart sank, I felt intensely sick and scared. I tried calling for my parents but the words couldn't leave my mouth. I was stuttering too much and couldn't raise my voice at all. I then noticed the sandwich they gave me lying on the table. I slowly walked over to the table and slightly touched it.
As soon as I touched it, the corpses start impulsively shaking, like they were getting electrocuted. The sudden movement shocked me. As they continued shaking I saw the grandmas eyes start to move, and she locks eyes with me. It was like a scene out of a horror movie. I was terrified and ran to the living room.

When I got to the living room I saw my mom standing there, she was slightly leaning forward while holding her face with her palms, groaning. I noticed she was rapidly rotting and drying up, I also saw my sister in another room experiencing the same thing. I quickly ran to my little brothers room to see a completely shrivelled up and rotten corpse. He was dead. My whole family was dead. I then for some reason knew the grandma was gonna come to kill me. The fear of getting hunted down mixed with the overwhelming grief I felt in my heart was so unbearable that i quickly grabbed a knife and stabbed myself in the stomach to end the suffering.
Then I woke up.

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So I had this dream where me and my sister would try to kill eachother every single day. We would try to do sneak attacks and such, kinda like assassins. We would use knives, pencils, screwdrivers, or whatever we could find to kill the other person.
It always ended with one of us dying and waking up the next morning like nothing had happened. It was kinda like groundhog day, but instead of repeating the same day we just woke up the next morning.
As days passed I mostly won the exhanges because I was physically stronger, even if it was always close. I previously remember getting shot and instantly killed in the past, which I thought was a lucky and painless way to die.

My sister was a total psychopath. She was sardistic and maniacal, and she became more insane as she continued to get killed in intensely painful ways every single day. She reminded me a lot like "Azula" from "Avatar: The Last Airbender". I didn't really want to kill her, but I had to as a form of self defence. One day she was laying on top of me as she tried stabbing my eyes out with a pencil, but I ended up getting the upper hand and slowly pushed the pencil through her eye and into her brain, killing her in a slow and agonizing way. I can still clearly remember the hideous and awful screams from the different times she got killed.
I was completely willing to stop fighting with her, but she was far past the point of no return. I could tell she desperately wanted to hurt me and was willing to continue trying to murder me.
We also both had these top assassin friends who understood what was going on. I tried telling our parents what was happening but for some reason they never really understood properly.

It might sound cool but it was absolutely horrifying. I was terrified of getting killed because of the pain, and what scared me the most was the knowledge that one day she would overpower me, and when she did she would most likely torture the shit out of me.

**Authers note: I got all my dreams written down in a very vague note-form that I write as soon as I wake up. Usually as I read the notes and write the dream out formally, I remember a bunch of small details that I add. But this dream is from over 2 years ago and I wrote it out formally today so I might have forgotten some parts of the dream. I think this is my oldest interesting dream and I would love to hear peoples thoughts on it**

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I had this dream where I was attending an infinitely huge convention that was split up into different sections, and there was a section for literally everything: cars, arts, videogames, and even super specific stuff. Each section had it's own space, which was essentially just a huge room, connected by hallways. There were also a lot of outdoor areas with different paths and different type of nature, both wild and groomed, filled with flourishing fountains and beautiful springs. Some paths even went alongside the hallways, which had glass windows. The inside of the convention rooms were not as elegant, they mainly just looked like massive storage rooms if you look past the convention stuff.

So I had been at the convention for a while, and as I randomly encountered friends and people I knew, I hung out with them. At the current moment I was with my mom and I met my friend Barry whom i decided to go with. We were just walking around, talking and looking at random stuff.
Apparently if you think of a person and write "goto *name*" on something, you teleport to them. So I said to Barry "I'm gonna teleport to Tyler" who is another friend of ours. I wrote down his name and I teleported to Tyler who was in the CP section, filled with different booths, huge posters and naked kids. Tyler was standing around a bunch of naked 9 year olds, and as he saw me he said "wassup bob".

My heart sank. The urge of wanting to leave hit me like a truck as I looked for something to write on to teleport back to Barry. I was panicking.
Even though Tyler and a bunch of other people were there, i completely forgot about them because their existence didn't matter to me at that point. I just knew that "I" didn't belong there and knew the area was strictly off-limits for me.
A worker saw me and started talking to me like i was mentally impaired; he was speaking calmly with a fake smile as he slowly approached me. I knew he thought i was mentally insane because only a crazy/retarded person would go to the CP section of the convention.
I saw that he was holding a huge syringe that he tried to hide behind his back and i realised he wanted to subdue me; either to arrest me or put me in a psych ward or something.
I suddenly found something to write on. I attempted to write "goto Barry", but i kept misspelling it as i was still in a very panicky state. He kept approaching as the situation intensified more and more. He eventually got close enough and suddenly striked, injecting the syringe into me which caused me to slowly pass out.
**Authors note: I won't sugarcoat it, Tyler is a pedophile.**

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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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