Asklemmy

This has been a recurring one, but it's slowly changed as time has passed.

I'm on an endless stretch of road, sometimes walking, sometimes driving. On either side is just an endless ocean of grass. Sometimes I can catch sight of what looks like an old campfire out of the corner of my eye, but I can never look back far enough to really see.

For a long time, it was always this drive to keep moving. Never stop. Something is behind me, and I need distance. Nothing else matters. I couldn't even look back if I tried.

Over the last year, that feeling of being chased has went away. I don't wake up panicking. Now, there's a feeling of destination, and that I'm getting... Somewhere. I genuinely don't know. But it feels closer. And now, when I try, I can look behind myself somewhat. Not fully, but enough to see that there's at least more road immediately behind me.

It's become kinda hopeful. Not trying to read any grand importance into it, don't think it's prophetic, but it started to shift as I started taking better care of myself. Makes me kinda wonder if it isn't some fucked up part of my brain going "Hey, we're getting better".

I was on leave during WWIII and trying to.get to my brother who was wounded...found out he was in Hong Kong at a baseball game

Welp, I just read what's last in my dream log, and it's probably not something to be shared.

Just another fucked up dream.

I can’t recall the last dream I had, it’s been years since I’ve either had a dream or had a dream I could remember. Supposedly everybody has dreams, but I can’t ever recall them and I used to recall them pretty vividly.

I'm late but I want to get it down because I just woke up: I was giving relationship advice to Martha Stewart in a midriff top in the living room of my grandma's old house, on a couch I've never owned. She was very insecure and seemed to be tired of the rich type guys. That is all.

I can't remember the last one I actually had, but one I recently had and remember....

I'm in a band in real life, and in this dream, we had a show coming up in a week or so, when I look on the news to discover that our rhythm guitarist got into a fistfight in a fast food restaurant and got arrested for a year, and I was fucking piiiiissed, very glad to wake up from that one.

I see artificial telepathy has turned out well.

My most recent dream had me hanging out with an old BF at school. We were studying for a test when we got up to hear the announcements which were all mumbled because the speakers were broken. I whacked it with a broom to get the dust out and a car key fell out. I was curious, so we went to the parking lot to use it to see what vehicle it belonged to. We then went to the vehicle that lit up only to learn it was a time machine, so we used it to go back in time to what the time machine said were "previous dreams" to change the "dreamtime continuum". The dream ended as I ran up to twelve-year-old me and yelled "don't go down that slide onto the noodle, you'll die" and past me said "hey look, you're fading".

I dreamt I was in a building with my mother and siblings, and we saw a statue of Hephaestus, then my mother took my youngest sibling to the toilets, and then went through the eating area to see Hephaestus. I followed her, and when we got to the counter, we asked a worker to see Hephaestus, and he laughed at us, since Hephaestus doesn't exist. Then I said that it wouldn't be irrational for him to exist, as I was dreaming, which the waiter agreed to. Then we had some chips, and I ate all the chips because I was the only real person there, everyone else were figments of my imagination and wouldn't derive any benefit from them.

I started a fire in an apartment I was going to move into because I was mopping and water got into an outlet that was on the floor

I had a nightmare about being back in German high school, I forgot my homework and the teacher started screaming at me. I then threw my desk through the class room and left.

My most recent dream was super abstract.. which isn’t uncommon, but this one was really out there.

I was trying to draw some weird oval glyph things with an e pencil or something. The stroke of the pencil was super thin and the colour was like medium blue on black background.

At some point I realised that these glyph things represented a set of HTTP requests and I was trying to set up a Postman collection with them…

Then I had the sensation of feeling really cold, and also like I was in space or something

Yeah I dunno either lol

When I was four, 44 years ago, and a day, I dreamed that my older sister was covered in cracked black volcanic rock skin, oozing with lava and she was determined to keep me from skiing with the family. Other than that, I don't know that I've ever had any truly memorable dreams. For context, I refused to be near her for 6 months after that dream.

I wrote it out as if it were the spec script plot of a movie.

Guys out with his friends watching the eclipse and all of a sudden some other guy walks up behind him puts an umbrella up and covers over the view right at the apex of the eclipse. He turns to look at that guy and the guy says don't look at the Sun. As soon as he says that all of the main characters friends suddenly explode in a puff of dust.

The guy starts freaking out and then eventually they end up working their way back to the house as he has the other guy the angel explains what is going on

It's the end of days. the eschaton. And the Sun is claiming every single person it can.

This guy claims to be your angel. To prove it he shows obviously hobbycraft Dollar store wings and a Halo that's clearly being supported by a strand.

The guy says that there must be something going on I'm going to look at my phone as they're driving around and right as he's about to open up the news the guy slaps the phone down and it says don't look at your phone.

As someone who freezes the video should be able to see a picture of the eclipse on the phone, from a camera stuck pointing up at it and everyone who looks at it to turn it off instantly explodes

Why did the angel save the man? Is the Angel actually an angel? What things happen?

The angel says that the guy is not exactly the best dude in the world. And given that is the end of days this is the last chance you'll have to make everything right and the angel kind of goofed off a little bit so you know I got to figure out a way together to get him into heaven so that the angel also gets to go to heaven and to do that they've got to do some good deeds really fucking quick, well everyone that even catches a glimpse of a reflection of the eclipse Sun immediately explodes into dust.

Last night I dreamt that I was replacing the lights in my workshop and that the YouTuber John Malecki was helping me. Not very weird or exciting, but there ya go.

I walked down a path like an alleyway or large aqueduct. It was the middle of the night and water rolled down the slope in the direction I was walking. Walls on either side of me, several stories high, were made of immense sandstone blocks. I entered an underground chamber through a barred gateway in the wall on the right, already open, waiting for me.

A few twists and turns and down a flight of stairs, and I could see a room beyond with 3 walls. The side farthest would open up to me if not for the large rusted bars that separated the space, save for yet another gate to the right. Just past this gateway on the left there was a stairwell with its first steps in the corner forward and to the left.

In front of the bars on the side of the entry way, there seemed to be a mound of dirt or trash. Nearest the corner to my immediate left after walking through the gateway, an old wooden door stood closed. A guardian stood to the left of the door in the corner with the head of a jackal. The guardian of the door spoke to me and said "Open the door. There is no going back." in a low doubled voice that I seemed to hear in the air, but also in my head. I hesitated and turned my head to the left to look back one more time in the direction I came from.

Just past the bars now, atop the mound of refuse and filth, I saw the dirty white skeleton of a deer resting with its head upright, both living and dead. As my gaze turned to the left revealing it, I seemed to glimpse that it's skull was turning to its left at an identical cadence to mine to look right at me, like a mirror with left and right reversed. When our gazes stopped squarely looking at each other it felt jarring.

It looked right into me with its gaping black eye sockets and rotting meat festering and falling from its ribs, legs, and neck. It looked at me expectantly, and after looking at me for a moment longer, it turned its gaze away from me and turned to black dust which itself seemed to dissipate into nothing on the mound.

I turned to face the door, turned it's handle, and stepped through into a pure tar black which seemed to consume my memory and consciousness entirely.

Y'all have cool dreams.

I dreamed I lived at home and my family was yelling at me. That's most of my dreams

Oh no, ask and ye shall receive, I guess -- the very next night I remembered a series of dreams about Bluey for no reason at all. I've never even seen Bluey.

Still, it was fun to remember the dreams. I suspect smoking weed to fall asleep makes me less likely to remember dreams?

I was on a ship in the middle of the ocean, it was calm with no waves, but the ship was sinking. Just slowly sinking into the black water and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. I woke up when the water was to my chest and I saw a massive shadow moving under the surface.

I had ended up in Japan, but without any luggage, ID, passport, etc. All I had was my phone. I’m pretty sure I was with my high school band and one of my coworkers was on the trip to, but I had lost the group. I tried calling multiple people but couldn’t because my phone was from the US. I was really worried I wouldn’t make it back home and that I would get stuck there.

So this morning, I had a dream where I was going to a coffee shop. After trying to figure out if I could order like a Frappuccino or other blended drink, I realized this coffee shop had really good bread. I guess it'd be more aptly called a bakery. So I ordered a loaf of their bread, and then they had some kinda really good honey butter. So my friend -- I was there with a friend apparently, one I hadn't talked to in several months -- and I tried some. And it was really good. Though I also remember it not tasting sweet or like anything. So Idk how that worked.

And then I woke up.