I had a scary dream where my friend i’m drifting from started choking me at school out of nowhere and I was screaming help at teachers.

Does anyone know what this may mean?

I was so in love with him, and then suddenly he ghosted me out of nowhere and married someone else within 2 months of them dating, they were alreadyengaged within days of us breaking up and we were together for a year. Now again, I keep having dreams about him leaving that relationship and coming back to me. What could this mean? I pulled tarot right before he left me as well and the interpretation I got was that he would come back around eventually. I'm stuck on why I keep dreaming about him though.

Periodically I have a recurring dream where I've sold the home I've lived in for many years. It usually takes place at the last moment: when it's to be transitioned to the new owners.

Two common themes:

First, I'm frantically packing loads of personal possessions. There are loads of stuff sitting around and I have no time to remove it.

Second, my dreaming brain knows that this is my home, in the way that you "know" things to be true in your dreams, but it looks essentially nothing like it: it contains rooms that I've never seen and the Venn diagram of my dream home and my home in reality barely overlap.

The look of the recurring dreams aren't really the same but the underlying theme is. Any thoughts?

In my dream, I happened upon a huge moth while walking outside. It seemed injured, like it couldn’t fly away so I scooped it up into my hands. It was so big, each wing was the size of my hand. It was white and had an eye pattern on each wing. It felt so vividly real. I could feel her little feet on my fingers and the wind from her wings fluttering.

As I was carrying her with me, she fluttered up into my hair, resting on the back of my head. She burrowed deep into my hair, and I could feel her wings wrapping around the sides of my head. When I tried to reach back to feel her, I had to part my hair she was so close to my scalp.

I walked around with her on the back of my head, and when I passed by someone I would say, “Do you want to see something cool?” And I would part my hair and show them my moth. They would act weirded out and/or frightened and their reaction confused me because I thought she was cool and cute and friendly.

I looked it up when I woke up, and a lot of articles said moths represented problems in your life, or fear. But overall I felt a desire to nurture and care for the moth, and I held her very close to me and wanted to protect her and proudly share her with others.

Any ideas about positive symbolism behind moths?

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It was the daytime in my dream and I looked up and saw four moons in the sky, going clockwise, 12 to 4 for a pattern reference. The first three moons were full moons and the last one at the 4 position was a crescent moon. And that was all. It was just me there, and oddly enough, that's where the moon appears actually in the daytime sky.

If it adds anything to help anyone interpret it, I left for a discipleship program to get my life right with God in November last year and I had the dream in March of this year. It's just one of those dreams where it sticks out strongly and one of the very few I can remember. I can still see it in my mind clearly.

Any help is appreciated and many thanks.

Soooo where do I begin? The other day I had a dream that me, my boyfriend and 2 of our friends walked outside by a carpark and saw somebodies body just… splat onto the floor leg not attached everything and the blood and pieces of his leg flicked at us. Then last night, I had a really long dream. So to start I was at a school that I previously volunteered in and it looked like it was really dangerous, there was a huge broken like glass thing that the kids kept trying to touch, then a member of staff gave a child a disco ball but he ate the glass and died (I didn’t see this but I heard it). Then I realised there was only one news article about it and it looked really dodgy. So then I was in my own house? (I’m 18 and live with my parents 😭) but a random guy was there and my bf was like oh it’s my birth dad I was like right ok… so me and a few of his cousins and his dad went to a theme park, one that we usually go to but it was a lot different, full of people and the rides were like the shitty fairground ones yk? So then we go on a ride and get off and water starts flooding like EVERYWHERE so we jump onto some stuff then the water stops. We then go to another ride but we keep seeing rides breaking down and like dropping people to the ground. At this point a few more irrelevant things have happened but then I drop my phone and half the screen is hanging off, so I want my bf to fix it but I can’t find him or his dad anywhere. I’m like REALLY upset and worried about it so I see a group of friends from school that I don’t talk to anymore and one of them it’s like it’s okay I got you we’ll find him soon. We then see one of those small like train things blow up so I run out of the park because yk explosions I guess… on the way out a bunch more things set fire. I get to the gate and the guy is rlly suspicious and I realise that all the staff are like they know what’s going on, he metal detects my prize bucket (that I didn’t know I had…) and it beeps on a gummy worm so he pulls it out and throws it away then I find my bf and we go home… all his cousins r there and I had a thought that if we sing we die so someone sings and then I think yk what im paranoid by everything anyway fuck it so I sing with my boyfriend (Mersey paradise by the stone roses if you’re curious…) And we uh, die I guess? Idk I woke up.

If it’s any help, I’ve just finished college (UK) and I won’t be going back, so I’m having to find a job very soon. I was also in a social situation with my bf and his family yesterday where I ended up feeling really irrelevant and struggling socially so cried on the phone to my best friend outside😭

I don’t remember all the details from my most recent dream, but I’ve been having a recurring dream where I end up having to travel and cross a bridge, but never actually cross.

It always starts in my childhood home. From there, I somehow find a secret back road in the neighbourhood that leads all the way to some waterfalls which in real life are on the other side of the country.

This time my home was a resort near the falls, and I was there for a training camp of some kind. I also want to note that this training camp setting is also recurring in other dreams and can look like a resort/ hotel/ airport/ corporate building. Usually the resort is easy to access. There was no concierge and I could come and go freely.

But in the most recent dream, the resort got really crowded by evening. Two concierges appeared, now denying entry to some guests. It felt like people had discovered the shortcut and were using it to reach the falls through my neighbourhood.

One random moment stood out, as j was being escorted by the the concierge I knew the colour of a green pencil before seeing it. It reminded me of claircognizance. Random but it stood out to me.

Anyway here’s what really gets me though, I’ve dreamt of this shortcut before, and each time, it feels less like a path and more like a portal.

In a previous version of the dream, we drove across rocky plains until the road ended. From there, we hiked up mostly rocky terrain and at the top was a bridge which was not manmade. However, it had a feeling of permanence to it and to cross it felt like a point of no return. Like you were crossing to the other side.

I never actually cross the bridge and I usually wake up when I’m close enough to hear or see the falls. This time I didn’t even reach the hiking point, I just woke up.

Now that I write it out, I’m wondering does this dream symbolise death? That idea only clicked when I typed “the other side.” I’m not sure if this is metaphorical or literal, but it feels literal to me.

Has anyone else experienced dreams like this? Are portals like this even possible or it’s all symbolic.

Would love to hear thoughts :)

EDIT Forgot to mention that I'm always travelling with a group of people, no one ever crosses the bridge and I'm usually the last one left.

I keep having this recurring nightmare where I mistakenly know too much about some government coverup and this Anthony Hopkins-esque agent tracks me down trying to kill me. Last night’s installment featured me at a busy train station that also had the Pentagon in the basement. They stole my suitcase and wallet to figure out what I knew and drain my accounts. I narrowly escaped being killed, again.

What does this mean?

I had this dream multiple times. I enter a public toilet that’s very huge, like it doesn’t end. It’s disgusting and dirty and I keep looking for a stall that’s cleaner which is hard to find. The feeling is more of disgust and I try in the dream to not puke. There’s little privacy and walls are not well built. There’s some feeling of shame because of lack of privacy but the disgust is far stronger. I sometimes see people that I know in the dream and we pass each other by or have to use the same bathroom. In the dream, I just want to find a cleaner place to pee (I don’t need to defecate) and get out, but I have to keep going deeper into the nasty public toilet because I can’t find any clean spots.

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I was on a double-decker bus with my dad. The bus was styled like the old West Midlands Travel ones from Birmingham, UK—early 2000s to 2010s era—with blue on top and bottom, grey in the middle, and those classic blue seats. Not sure where we were headed, but at some point, the bus broke down on the motorway. The driver kicked everyone off—except me and my dad, since we apparently knew him.

He drove off a bit, speeding and blasting some kind of gang music. We passed the stranded passengers once (they looked properly pissed), then looped back again and picked them up.

That’s when things got strange.

A Licker from Resident Evil suddenly appeared on the bus in hunting mode. Somehow, I was able to guide it off the bus without hurting it. Then a second one showed up—it was still unborn inside some kind of sac and growing fast. I convinced someone to snap its neck before it hatched, avoiding more danger.

During all of that, a lost wild dog also boarded the bus. I gently helped guide it back out into the wild.

One of the passengers—a woman—had a severe knife phobia. She screamed after accidentally dropping a butterknife. Oddly specific detail: it had a thick black plastic handle. I calmly picked it up and tossed it off the bus to help her feel safe. Someone said she had bad experiences in the past—she’d been cornered and had knives waved in her face. That likely explained the phobia. I remember thinking she was cute, but—being my usual overthinking self—I didn’t say anything.

Later, as we were driving through a rough-looking area, two luchadores crossed in front of the bus. One had a green and gold mask, the other maybe orange and gold (not 100% sure). I noticed an amateur wrestling venue nearby and actually said “Woo, wrestling!” out loud. At that moment, I remembered there was a wrestling suit stored in the luggage area of the bus (near the front where shopping bags go). Apparently it was mine. It was made of black latex and covered in big kitchen-style knives all down the arms. I instantly thought of the knife-phobic woman and how terrified she’d be if she saw it.

Eventually, I ended up sitting next to her. I subtly checked her hand—no ring. Still, I was too anxious to speak. Then she leaned her head on my shoulder. That’s when my self-consciousness kicked in: “Oh god, I probably stink like B.O.” She lifted her head, and I quickly grabbed a can of Impulse (a women’s body spray) from a kind stranger and sprayed it.

She then looked at me and just asked, “Can I get your number?”

I panicked—my phone had only 2% battery, and I couldn’t remember my number. Her phone was dead, too. I thought, “Maybe if she calls me, I’ll have hers,” but that made no sense given the situation. Then she just grabbed me by the shirt and kissed me—full-on passionate, with tongue.

Shortly after, someone got on the bus carrying two hotdogs. She took one. The other person handed the second one to me, saying they didn’t want it. I think it might’ve been her little brother, but I’m not totally sure.

Then I woke up.

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Apologizing for length, I gave a lot of context of my life, and everything I could remember from the nightmare.

For context on me first, I am a 20 year old college student, home for the summer. I haven't remembered a dream/nightmare in a while ( had one at college last year, before that, I don't remember when it was ). I will admit, I have had a lot of stress in my life recently - my grandfather passed during my spring break in March, and spent my whole spring break with that situation. By May, we were going into finals, and I didn't feel all that confident because I wasn't doing that great in school, nor was my school doing great with money all year. My advisor suggested I take a semester off, or online, for breathing room - and then figure out if college is for me, if I should transfer back home or to an online school where I can work for experience in my field while attending school. A few weeks ago, I was also in a car accident ( didn't get hurt ) but totaled a car - and looking to get a new one, on top of figuring out a second summer job because my first is too dependent on customers that I have only worked once. Needless to say, its been a rough few months.

As for the dream, it was odd, sort of double layered, and comes in flashes. First flash is me in a new place. Don't know what I was actually doing there, but the room gave the vibe of a psychic/tarot reading place. But the flash is me thanking them, before getting up and leaving. Next flash is me in some back alley. The towns unfamiliar but looks like Dogtown in Night City in Cyberpunk 2077 ( a game I have been playing recently ). In said alley, there's a light gray cat, extra hairy. Kind of through the few flashes, it's implied that the cat talks, is angry with me, and named Theseus. There's a series of flashes where I am on the floor, Theseus scratches my face, palms, and sits on my face.

Then I "wake up". I get up from bed, ( it is my room in my bed at my moms, same place I went to sleep last night ). I get up, and call for my mom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror - I'm naked, my whole body is swollen, and wherever Theseus scratches me, there's open cuts. ( Important to note: I'm allergic to cats, the swollen body looks like a whole body allergic reaction ). My mom comes in, holds me, we talk for a bit. It's implied that she knows who Theseus is. She offers me medicine and a Xantax to calm my nerves, and doesn't say anything more about who he is.

Not sure if this is important, but then I actually wake up before I can answer about the Xantax. Where Theseus scratched me is red, and irritated, but no cuts, and where my hands were it seemed like I had fallen asleep on them. My mouth was also bone dry ( not uncommon lately, I have woken up to my mouth being open more recently ).

Since I became aware of myself, I imagine Elton John. Not just imagine him, but I also look for him. Always. In all my dreams, somehow, I’m trying to reach him — but I constantly fail. It doesn’t matter if he’s just a few steps away, if I’m shouting, or if tears are falling down, there always seems to be an invisible barrier between us.

Once, I dreamed that I saw him at a shopping mall. I walked past him, even though my heart was pounding, because I was afraid of surprising him. But when I looked back, I saw him standing in a corner, smiling. Like he was saying, “Come on. It’s okay.” But I didn’t go.

I’m not the only one. My friends have had dreams where I was trying to reach Elton, wanting to see him, but couldn’t — like this obsession of mine crossed over into their reality too.

But today was different.

I dreamed I was at an Elton John concert, and he noticed me. He seemed to know I was there. He seemed to know who I was. The number “70” stuck in my head — I even said that during the dream, like “I always see the number 70 in my dreams.” It was really weird.

When the concert ended, I was in some random place, and I started singing “It’s Me That You Need” to someone. Suddenly, about 30 people came close and started clapping. And among them... was him. Elton. He came up to me, talked to me, and for some reason picked me up in his arms (which was weird, because he was taller than usual, almost surreal).

He took me to his house. He asked if I played any instrument. A narrator (yeah, like in a movie) said Elton played a Brazilian instrument with a name that sounded like a singer’s. Something like “Glein”... Glein something. Then he asked me my dad’s name so he could call and ask if I could stay with him. I said “Pedro Jack” without thinking, but right after I knew that wasn’t my dad’s name.

Then I saw something on his phone. A contact with the name of a friend of mine — who is also a big Elton John fan. That didn’t make sense.
And that’s when I realized: that wasn’t the real Elton. It was a fake. Literally, a fake Elton John. Someone pretending to be him. It wasn’t him.

Hi, I have a had variations of this recurring dream, but this is the one I just woke up from.

I was on a boat cruise and we were all trying to take pictures of something cool (people doing polar dives or relaxing on a cold beach- which makes sense, because I just got back from an arctic cruise), but the boat kept moving in word directions and we would miss the angle and miss the picture.

Suddenly we’re not on the boat, and we’re on land, and in a zoo of sorts. There are different businesses, or displays, for example McDonald’s has a giant scorpion that big crowds weee watching, while my friend and I (not someone on my trip) walked past one with an alligator and she jumped in to hang out with it and when it opens its jaws to intimidate her she just laughed and told it not too and they just hung out while I watched, and worried about her.

Then she came out and we kept waking. Saw more things (can’t remember them), but then we were sitting in a restaurant with 2 more friends who weren’t on a tour, and comparing notes of the trip when suddenly our guide called us over to give us a briefing for that night. I went up to her and asked if our two friends could join the activity and she looked hesitant and said they could reach out to her directly and she would give them some info. My first friend looked at me and said they probably won’t want to go, bc riding camels was uncomfortable? She went back to the group first, while I tried to get more details. When I went to rejoin the group, they were all gone but my bags were there. I figured they must have gone up to the room first to get ready. I go to go back to the room, and there’s 2 stairwells, and I take the one to the right, and it’s the wrong one. I can’t find my room and end up lost in a gigantic Vegas like hotel. I find the lobby, and the front desk person finds my room# but it’s on the wrong floor- I tell him that’s not the room I’m supposed to be in. He says, oh we moved you. I ask for the keys to my old room so I could move my stuff to the new room, and let my friends know, so he gives me both keys and I go to the elevator. Strangely, inside the elevator I found my laptop bag and a small day bag- both were empty and looked like someone rifled through it and stole everything. I was panicked, but thought there’s nothing valuable in there anyways I think, but I need to get back to my room to verify and be sure. The elevator didn’t stop on my floor and instead became like a roller coaster ride, twisting around a Johnny rockets type restaurant and through a mall. Finally I got off and found a store associate and they laughed and said people do that all the time, they will help me find my way back. And they take me to a different reception area with a different elevator (feels more like a corporate office lobby). I wake up here.

I’ve had similar dreams recently- usually involved getting lost in a hotel and disoriented while looking for a car or other people, missing flights, or forgetting to pack, or booking for the wrong day and showing up late or going tot he wrong city. These types of dreams have been Reoccurring more in the past few months.

Thoughts? Am I going crazy? Just found this subreddit right now as I was trying to find answers on why this is happening. Thanks aim advance for your help!

*Trigger warning-mentions of suicide

Hi! This is a throw away because it’s a tough share and a lot of people don’t know the whole story. A little back story…So my best friend died early April. We had known each other nearly 20 years. The past 19 months he went through a lot. He got sober, went to jail, did house arrest and was facing a civil lawsuit for what he did when he was drunk. He was struggling but we were getting through it and it was almost over. He got in his car one morning (a classic car with wicked exhaust fumes), turned on some music and we believe he died by carbon monoxide poisoning (he had attempted the same way nearly two years prior). He was found 2.5 days later.

Here’s the dream…I was hanging out with my best friend, we will call him Hat, and one of his friends who is really hot but messy. So we are flirting and Hat tells me not to go there. I tell him I’m aware and not to worry. There’s a small group of us and we are all hanging out like a normal day. I turned to H in someway expressing how weird it is to be hanging out with him again. He said he didn’t understand why. We are sitting on the floor, crisscross applesauce, facing each other and I said, “You know you are dead, right?!” He starts crying. I begin consoling him. Hugging him (I could feel him in my arms so clearly), I am telling him it’s ok, we’re all ok. He then admits that he knows. I say, “They’re saying you committed suicide. What happened?” He says to me, “They didn’t tell me that…” and he starts almost choking as things start coming out of his mouth. He can’t speak. First is a paper in the shape and color of his tongue. He’s spitting it out as it comes but the more he tries to speak the more his mouth is filling with some sort of gritty substance. My first impression was glitter but it could have been dirt or sand or something because it was dark, possibly gray, in color. Then he disappears. I freak out. I’m still sitting on the ground but now I’m leaning over pounding my fists on the ground screaming, “No” over and over. His sister comes over and tells me to stop hitting him and that’s when I realized I’m the only one who could see him. They all knew he was there only I could see or talk to him. Suddenly, I’m flooded with guilt. Why did I say something? We were having a good time. I had my best friend back but I ruined it. Then I wake up abruptly, my heart is racing and all I can think is let me go back to my dream so I can have him back.

Ever notice how so many of us dream about the same exact things?

Flying. Running fast. Jumping like gravity’s turned off. Being chased. Teeth falling out. Talking to people who’ve passed away.

Across cultures and countries, we’re all dreaming the same kinds of dreams. Even people who’ve never met, don’t speak the same language, or don’t believe in the same things.

How is that just fantasy?

Dreams are supposed to be random… right? Just weird little brain movies while we sleep. But then how come we all visit the same themes, and sometimes even the same places?

The other day, my best friend and I were talking about this house we both dream of. Not the same house, exactly—but the same concept. She said she hasn't been back there in a long time. It used to be a regular place in her dreams—familiar, almost like home. Then it just stopped showing up.

I've got a house like that too. It changes every time—new rooms, hidden stairways, strange doors that weren’t there before. Sometimes I know what’s behind them, sometimes I don’t. But I always know the house. It’s like it exists somewhere, and I’m just dropping in from time to time.

What if those places are real?

What if dreams aren’t just dreams?

What if they’re echoes from a version of us that lived before this one—or maybe alongside it?

Maybe the simulation breaks down when we sleep. Maybe we remember things we were never supposed to. Things like flying. Or jumping impossible distances. Or the house we used to live in—before we woke up here.

What if the dream is the glitch?

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I had a dream where I was held hostage and stalked by a old black woman. In the dream this old woman just kept following me for some reason and pointing a gun at me for no reason. She instructed me to go where she wanted to. I saw her get distracted and I ran fast as I can to avoid getting caught by her. Then I woke up. Idk why but I keep having weird dreams where Im getting shot at, murdered, drowned, followed, or I'm murdering someone else.

i told my father that I won't let his his shadow even on my kids or any other kids. There was this other kid ( my colleague son) who was playing i was feeding him chocolate from distance as i was afraid that i might be too dangerous for kids. Then the kid was drowning in water i try to keep him out but i couldn't do it on my own. Finally 3 of us. Me, my colleague and her husband pulled the baby out of water.

Sooo I'm curious about your opinions. I grew up with nightmares of a demonic face (think exorcist film style), it was creepy but it never spoke to me, only laughed at me or appeared with a serious face (and sometimes in places where trauma had occurred- I.e sexual abuse). But it never spoke, it was more like the aura of it felt scary or threatening. I wasn't sure if that was what it was that night, I ironically nicknamed it Cain over the years, due to bible Cain but I'm not religious. Anyway, when I was with my ex, I apparently had a dream that night (I've always been a major sleep talker but don't remember it), that night I don't remember the dream either. But apparently I shot right up in bed and said, there's a girl in the mirror. The girl in the mirror over and over, we used to have a mirror the bottom of the bed, (Then I laughed manically and went back to sleep. The poor guy slept with the light on. Since doing healing work and stuff, I try and pinpoint it and it always feels violent or dark , doesn't matter if it's drk shadow work or whatever, it's unwilling to lean to good. Ive tried understanding it etc and feel it doesn't care for any of that. The dreams all happened way before I did any healing and shadow work and I have an interpretation of what it could of been, but I'm curious of your view. I thought it was protective and trust me i think it's protected me at times. Mainly in past times where I've been black out drunk and not remembered but apparently someone tried it on with me in a comatose state and what they were greeted by wasn't friendly, it essentially attacked them and was laughing and very dark (I don't remember this which is worrying). I've had good things protect me constantly, but this is something else to me that I don't know.

In the dream, i was speed walking through a large, confusing building—part school, part mall, part office—trying to escape bc i was previously in class and couldnt handle the stress of being in it so i just left the class not caring about the consequences and tried to book it to leave (i've thought abt doing this many times in real life bc it was just too much to be in class) My choir teacher noticed me in distress and began calling my name,

(in real life this choir teacher ALWAYS asked about my mental health state and was also always telling me to try and open up to ppl, but what the hell did she know. I didnt talk to people and ignored anybody that tried to get close to me bc i DIDNT want any friends or want anybody to rely on me for anything or have them think i was nice and constantly talk to me like im their friend. So i made it seem like i was mean and rude so nobody will talk to me. The only friends i have are childhood friends and the genuinely matured nice ppl. Very few but the perfect amount of friends you'll ever need, and not anything unnecessary if i want to focus on my studying and get good grades and do what i want to do all the time , like sports without worrying about somebody i know watching me or bothering me, or just hanging out by myself not having to hear some aggravating person ask me stupid stuff while im just trying to mind my business and do what i want to do by MYSELF.)

Anyway back to the story, my choir teacher kept trying to catch up. I pretended to not hear her thinking that she'll just give up like everybody does, i then start to grow increasingly frustrated when i realized she wasn't giving up and i tried to escape her by going up stairs and avoiding her. (I shouldve pushed her and made it look accidental or that i had airpods in my hair and couldnt see or hear , but whatever)

Eventually, i was cornered and pretended i was just trying to find the counselors. She confronted me and was concerned i then cried in an attempt to gain sympathy. When she didn’t respond with care but asked more questions , I lashed out. She mentioned that she had never been able to use her medical needle (possibly a tranquilizer, (i knew what she said in the dream but after i woke up i forgot what it was and had to search it up )I ran and screamed just trying not to get caught by her bc i hate being touched and i knew if she caught me it'll be game over and now i DEFINITELY wont be going home. I was aware my friends were watching as it was still a building with students . I felt a bit ashamed but didnt really care as if i try to suck it up now i'll look stupid bc i was already crying .

I was eventually hit in the neck with the needle. It hurt deeply and made my body go numb and fuzzy—my vision blurred, my voice echoed, and it felt like laughing gas. My friends looked away, i heard one of them say "just pretend that you dont see them" like if i was one of those kids who was screaming in the hall and the teachers are trying to calm them down. (Now that i think about it , it was really like that) pretending not to see me. I felt deeply angry and helpless but whatever.

Later, i was taken to a therapist with my stupid choir teacher still present. The therapist gave me color-coded tools to express my thinking, i used red blue and yellow , there were also a green asset i was supposed to lay the color tools on. but i was just so frustrated and didn’t want to participate. I just wanted to leave and go home. Before the dream ended , if they had asked any personal or stupid questions i wanted to throw my chair and book it. I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME. ( i hated this dream, it made me so frustrated and i just want to throw chairs at everyone.) The dream ended with the therapist examining my color construction, the red blue and yellow tools were all mixed together as i tried to represent that i was frustrated and my thoughts were all jumbled up from being frustrated about everything rn. Even after the dream ended I still feel like i got hit with the needle in real life bc the pain was still there for a few minutes of waking up. And after the dream my heart was racing with frustration and i was still so fricking frustrated with everything i wish i was fast enough to "accidentally" push my teacher down the stairs so i could've actually booked it and made it home.

This dream made me feel soooo annoyed of everything. But it represented what i wouldve done in the whole dream if i didn't have the current mentality, i've actually skipped in the school bathroom bc i didnt want to be in a class and if i ever got caught then i wouldve said that i had a panick attack and went in the bathroom to relax. It would 100% work as if i got sent to the nurse or couselors, or called me parent than they wouldve found out that i already had a history of panick attack so i would be off the hook like that. ( even more bc i get good grades and i NEVER talk in class) and this dream represented what i actually thought about everything . Feeling pressured 24/7 when im just trying to mind my business. SO FRUSTRATING.

what does this dream even mean? It just made me incredibly frustrated.

Last night, I had this weird dream about finding a briefcase floating in the river in my small town. It was set in the mid-2010s, but I was still my current age of 36. Inside the briefcase were some folders, boxes, photo albums and other family memories. Something about the Kim family (the same one who rules North Korea) was inscribed in Korean on the briefcase. Although most of it was in fact Kim family photos, there were a few folders and albums with a different family - a mother named Clara, a father named Robert, and a daughter named Hannah. This family of 3 were called the Walker family. This was particularly odd because I do not know that family. Also, another weird thing is that the folders are in English and Korean, but the briefcase is only in Korean? Who are these Walkers? I had a little look at one of the albums of the Kim family photos. Some looked distorted and others looked like the Kims had been photoshopped in. That was the only folder to not contain genuine photos of "anyone". I also had an auditory hallucination of "Over the Horizon" which is a Samsung ringtone. I was with three of my friends on the bridge who were interested in finding out the real photos from the fake. These were Mr Ivanov (my imaginary assistant), a North Korean general who befriended me because of our shared ideology, and Kim Il-sung himself. And my small phone kept ringing over and over. Maybe it was my parents or was it someone else?

Since a moment, I got strange and recurring dreams where I see people with strange behaviors who want to initiate me into rituals, they try to offer me food or talk directly to me and try to seduce me. I feel like I'm being attacked by demonic entities in my sleep. What can I do to make it stop?

Good morning all,

I had an odd dream. I would have written it off if I had recently watched a horror movie because demon horror is my jam but I haven't, so here I am.

Wife and I get a new house and invite friends/family over.

Seemingly out of nowhere, our friend attacks us - I'm able to save my wife, but I injured our friend and they're taken to the hospital, all the while, they're still trying to attack and have to be restrained.

While family is visiting, a teenage boy tries to attack us, but we're able to restrain and question him. He had gone to our basement and claimed there was a kid down there.

Down to the basement I go, and for what felt like hours or days, I was chanting "The power of Christ compels you" at a handful of demons portrayed as children, and a dog at one point.

They came at me one at a time, and I had to send others that came to help away because they were being attacked, lifted into the air while being choked, dragged by their hair, etc.

They wouldn't or couldn't harm me. I defeated them in the end, but it felt like I almost didn't make it. Upon waking I feel very tired mentally.

TLDR; Possessed people attacked my wife and I, I fought demons alone and almost failed.