/yume/ - Dreams

We were dropped off by the Izzerot on an unknown island, We were told to survive and expand the human race as much as we could but were barely given anything. I guess we weren't expected to do much, maybe things like this were happening everywhere in the world but we knew to thrive forward. The Izzerot left and we never heard from them again.
All we had was ourselves and the wilderness to take over the government on the other side of the world, I think there was a screw loose somewhere. I kept the gun and time stop i had device hidden from everyone and we went on to go survive in the wild. The wilderness was full of trees plants earth animals and Izzerot predator animals.
I had to start pressing the fact that I was the leader to get everyone organized into creating shelter and gathering food, the first thing we did was collect logs and sticks to create shelter fire and spears. These 3 things would be the centerpieces of our lives for the next 25 years. Everyone around me seemed kind of clueless to surviving in the wild, it seemed like all my years of study and isolation left me in a far better position to take our survival to the next level.
In time we learned to handle the wilderness around us, slowly expanding our technology. Our biggest threat were the Izzerot animals that lived on the island, they were very similar to wolves. Although time seemed to prove again and again that a bunch of humans with spears could handle anything. Eventually we had developed to the point where we had cabins, treehouses, canopy platforms, fishing, medicine and all the food we could handle. Once we had everything we needed to survive safely people in our group started to get pregnant. I left myself away from relationships like this to better lead everybody.
One day we decided to go on a scouting mission through the woods and we eventually found another civilization like our own but smaller in size. We investigated it and when we went into one of their main buildings we were ambushed by the last few people living their. The leader of their group looked very battle hardened and I could tell we couldn't win this fight with he forces we had.
While attacking me I tried talking to them while defending myself to get them to understand that we were fellow humans in the same boat and we didn't want to harm them. I explained to them that we had a much stronger population with a fair amount of woman producing offspring and they seemed to have givPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This morning I had a lucid dream. I have had about 8-10 lucid dreams and have tested a lot of things in them and started focusing on playing out the dream like I'm playing some video game as apposed to dick around although I still try to find time to dick around because when you know your god of a realm you get to get away with anything.
This dream occurred as my last dream of the night, I find that my dreams get more vivid memorable and lucid further into my sleep. The first dream I remember was some kind of party themed dream and it ended with me crashing in a hotel I believe. The next dream after that I awoke in an apartment that was not one I have actually lived in. can't remember much of that one as well but for some reason it just now reminded me of a dream I had about going into a snowy mountain resort. it ended with me going to bed in that apartment. The next dream I had had me waking up at the house I grew up in inside my old bedroom and than quickly going back to sleep. The next dream after that was the Lucid dream.
I awoke into the same bed from the last dream but with all of my sense of self and willpower. I explored my old home but I visit my mom their often and I'm use to the scenery so it doesn't interest me very much and I leave.
I usually have a lot of moments while lucid dreaming where i try to find something to do, leaving the building I am tends to get me lost or end the dream. Exploring the skys are lovely but I feel like I crash my dreams when I do that for some reason, perhaps going up high means awakening to a higher level of consciousness aka awake. I have at least 3 Lucid dreaming experiences related with going up/flying up/being dragged up that have immediately led to me waken up. I double woke up from a dream within a dream once, it felt like going through a tunnel before waking up, a very thick tunnel that is your existence. I also went down beneath the ground once, I saw lots of CCG cards and insects underneath the world once, perhaps it was a metaphor for what is going on on that level of subconscious that I was witnessing. I will go deeper next time I get a chance to.
So instead of just experimenting like I have done mostly in past lucid dreams I decided to try to find the plot of the dream if it had one. In my Lucid dreams things will eventually happen to you if you desire them but this has control levels that fluctuate from dream to dream for example I once shifted an objects position witPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

continued from >>1876

I somehow knew that the police were after me but I don't remember hearing any signs of it, I must have been breaking a lot of driving laws I wasn't paying very much attention. This was the first time operating anything in a dream and it went smoothly other than my cars brakes not working properly, which is oddly one of my dream signs for lucid dreaming which is really weird to have but has not triggered anything yet. I ditched the vehicle and went on foot to the neighborhood with the nicest houses.
I remember being bugged by someone on the street at this time but in a neutral way but I don't remember the details. I also remember dicking around with dream powers a bit but I can't seem to remember those details much right anymore. I eventually found a house I felt comfortable going inside and I than went inside. It didn't occur to me to knock on the dream door which I now released was a huuuuuuuuge mistake.
Inside was a girl who reminded me much of myself but as a 14-18 year old. I believed her to be the right brain half of my personality as I was noticed I was in a very logical and slightly sociopathic state of mind. Too much control is probably what makes me feel that way the most but I feel a bit the same in real life. The girl was extremely frightened by me barging in and she thought I was going to rob them but I managed to convince her I was a friend somehow(?__?). Luckily this was now when her dad showed up so he wouldn't know I just broke in. He seemed mean and didn't seem to care much for my presence here, perhaps my appearance was friendly and comforting, I should look at a mirror in a lucid dream sometime but I slightly feel like that would make me insane but I could use that kind of mental therapy.
We hung out for a bit and had some decent conversation which i wished I could have recalled more. I suddenly started smelling her and it started to give me some strong feelings for her. She gave me this odd attempt at philosophy in by stating "If I've never seen or believed anyone has reached the level of enlightenment I seek, does it exist?". This was an incredibly heavy statement coming from my right brain half because she used to believe really strongly in seeking enlightenment and other philosophical gains. I noticed she was starting to get really scared at this point. Her dad than came into the room and she freaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

had a brief lucid dream
didn't see much going on so I tried to warp through the ground. it felt like traveling through thick mud and my brain kept telling me I was going to hell so I decided now wasn't the best time and I went back to the dream but I woke up quickly. Hmm I shouldn't care next time, it's just hell, hell sounds way less stressful than real life.

>>1879
these are all pretty interesting.
Im trying to get dream journal running again (not like it doesnt work but people dont go to the page anymore) so would you mind putting some of these there?

Kind of a tiny dream update. For some reason I have a reoccurring dream in which I'm at some kind of strip mall/shopping mall type area and it's always hectic, distorted and stressful until I get to a certain store - typically one I would visit in real life, such as an old thrift store, or one of those really dumb hipster places like Urban Outfitters just for the sake of morbid curiosity. It's starting to resemble the mall area from Yume Nikki, in fact. The walls and general structure of the malls have become gradually more abstract, as well as the denizens of said mall. I can't recall a single distinct face from any of the select mall dreams besides whoever I was with (i.e. my sister, my dad, my mom). Whenever I interact with a dream denizen in the mall, they end up in a hostile (or what could be perceived as hostile) state, complete with hissing and garbled speech. There's always some sort of dream 'enemy' turned docile in the form of a courtesy clerk, manager, or other employee. I usually find something of importance in the one calming shop, although since no dream of mine is part of a linear series I wouldn't call it an effect. Last time it was some sort of toothbrush that my sister got me.

I dunno if anyone even reads this thread or if any of what I'm saying even makes sense. I guess I'm just writing this down for the sake of remembering this theme in future dreams.

I saved another, longer dream on my notepad when I woke up and need to edit it a bit, but in the meantime
>fell back asleep momentarily in the morning
>immediately went into REM sleep
>dream a short dream in which I am a cis man with a well paying job taking a walk on my day off
>slip and fall backwards
>wake up with exploding head syndrome
>mfw
God fucking dammit, even my dreams hate me.

>>1851
And now I feel shitty. You're way too easy for me to sympathize with, good lord.
Ever get the longer dream-log edited?

Wow, I need to get back on this shit. Anyways, slightly happier/sillier dreams lately, after a horrific bout of lucid nightmares when I was going through my medication withdrawal. I say "lucid nightmares" because while I could, to some extent, control the dream, they were highly unpleasant and I had much more limited control of what went on in them. My controls over my lucid dreams are pretty clunky and loose in general; I can stop and start major events that would end the dream/start a new set of them (I have a tendency to have multiple false awakenings in a row), but minor or moderate changes like trying to summon a certain character or setting is out of my grasp. I find that lucid dreams tend to be a little exhausting for me since I get repeated, vivid feelings of head trauma during the beginnings and ends of the dreams (sort of like exploding head syndrome, only more drawn out) and they all sort of follow one after the other in rapid fire succession. They're all very distinctly different dreams, although they may have the same content - in this case, it was getting stuffed into an animatronic walking animal suit…repeatedly. But after getting back on my antidepressants, they've started to improve. For example, a short, kind of dumb dream a couple nights ago:

>relaxing on the computer
>find out there's this sjw going around confronting people who watch/like anime in real life
>suddenly my wall is broken down the force of a thousand times folded glorious nippon steel
>"STOP LIKING JAPAN!! THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF OTHER DIVERSE COUNTRIES OUT THERE!! JAPAN IS SHIT TIER IN COMPARISON TO HOW DIVERSE THIS BEAUTIFUL EARTH IS"
>calmly stand up
>go to fridge
>take out this bowl of fluffy green frosting i'd apparently been saving
>do some kind of magical girl fancy footwork and whip a chunk of frosting at them
>the whole thing sort of expands and morphs into what looks like a sheet of frosting and attacks them
>in an instant they fall on their back as the frosting continues to pile onto them
>suddenly they turn into this gigantic sheet cake
>it's got some kind Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>1856
Unfortunately, no. I think I forgot about it. Been a little scatterbrained lately, so I'm going to try leaving a physical dream diary by my bed. I've always been shitty with physical writing which is why I never bothered, but I think at this rate it'll help a lot more. Plus, I have this nice little diary I never got around to using. If all else fails, I can just doodle what I remember. I like doodling.
>polite sage

i remember my dreams a lot! sometimes i think back on dreams i even had over a year ago because this is who i am now

sometimes when im dreaming i remember something in another dream i had or someone in my dream talks about something from another dream of mine

dreams are freaky

I randomly remember dreams from all across my life, the details usually being small but varying and I get a lot of repeats but it's probably triggered at least a few hundred different ones by now.

I can generally remember my dreams just fine without a journal. I like to keep a journal anyways though, just for the sake of writing them down makes them easier to recall future ones, I guess it puts dreams as higher on my mental priorities than before, I don't know.


Like other people though I do tend to dream things and forget whether they actually happened or not, usually just minor conversations with people. I've come up with a few inside-jokes with my dream-friends before, and have left my real friends confused when I try to reference it later. A few of them have turned into real inside jokes though so I suppose it all worked out!

I can remember bits and pieces of my dreams. hell, I even have ome parties with my dream denizens, all of us speaking our own, unique language and writing our unique code. It got so cool, i actually took a piece of paper and wrote down the alphabet we came up with. hell, the friends of mine who know about my dreams want to know about said language!

I don't know if this is natural to me, since I used to write a dream journal but lost it after a move and never bothered to make another, but typically I have strains of dream memory A. when I just woke up, B. when I'm feeling sleepy and about to go to bed, and C. occasionally have flashbacks of them in random waking moments (I speculate it's due to parallels in feelings or such) which range from still images to generalized feels.

Yeah, watch fucking Facebook buy it just like they did Oculus Rift. Just imagine - fucking ads in your dreams… Just kill me now.

>>1775
Godammit, why did you have to plant that thought in my head? Still, this thing is hat I've been waiting on for years. It's a time for rejoicing.

>>1776
You see the irony of it is that he planted the thought in your head, the same way advertisements are. People are often frightened about the idea of ideas going straight into their head without their consent, but that's how ideas work to begin with. In fact, this idea is now in your head.

I just read about this in the newspaper the other day.

Kind of feels weird, because for the longest time I was not aware that lucid dreaming was a rare phenomenon (Or rather I did, but not how rare it was). I get lucid dreams on a pretty regular basis and if anything I'm more freaked out by the non-lucid ones since it's one of the rare moments I have a disconnect with myself.

It's certainly not an endless degree of lucidity, though. I sort of have to outpace my unconscious mind, which can be a hit-or-miss ordeal.

By the way, so far I've been diagnosed with depression and some kind of slow encoding learning disability, if that gives any possible insight.

Oh and, I know absolutely nothing about Yume Nikki, so don't assume I'm a board constant.

Thread necromancer here again.

Here's a lazy environment sketch I did of part of an interesting location I dreamed up not too long ago (yes, I know, it's killyourself-mode bad, deal with it). It was some kind of boarding school which would randomly switch between being a school, a prison, and a massive shopping mall. Strangely enough, no one in the dream noticed when it changed–except me. When it would become a prison, every student, including myself, became a prisoner, and every shopper who'd been visiting the mall became a spectator/visitor who'd come to gawk at us. Its appearance as it changed from one form to the next fluctuated, but the basic structure/layout remained the same.

…And one more for the night.

It's a dimly lit restaurant from a very short dream where I met a boy who said he was able to recall events from a past life. Upon talking to the kid, I fell through the floor and woke up.

I don't know why, but the place seemed very disconcerting, so I wanted to draw it. I tried to paint that uneasy feeling into it, but unfortunately it didn't turn out right. The perspective is also really really off, like in everything else I do, but it's actually appropriate for the subject matter this time because the dream actually did have grossly distorted/illogical perspective.

Partial portrait of Aria, the character from >>1670

Every time I shut my eyes I see her face, and yet I can't paint it worth shit… Welp, at least I tried.

Kant the Bard

I just realized he wrote a book in my dream, he didn't sing or play anything. Dream logic.

glad the best uboachan thread is still going

>Would people read this?
It's an interesting concept, but I've heard/thought of the ability before multiple times, so you'd have to take care in crafting the story to ensure its originality. As long as it's well-written, I would certainly be very interested in reading it.
>what souvenir would a traveler take from your mind back into the world of the living?
Could he take people? That would be incredible; then I'd actually have a friend. If not, I think it would be this strange teleportation device that I found once. It looked just like a regular handheld radio, but it could instantaneously transport you to anywhere you've been before, or anywhere in the dream world, so long as you knew the coordinates for that particular location. The "coordinates" were actually more like passwords, as they could be anything from numbers to names, and even shapes, sounds, or hand signals. I don't remember how exactly to get the coordinates yourself, but sometimes people in the dream would tip you a location or two.
>What significance would it have to you
I don't have any friends outside of my dreams. If the traveler could bring one of them to life, it'd mean the world to me. He can keep the radio for all I care.
>would it's presence in the waking world be problematic in any way?
Depending on which friend he picked, it could be problematic, as some of them have magical abilities or knowledge of incredible, otherwise impossible sciences that would interest politicians across the globe. If it were the radio, then obviously that tech has unthinkable implications as well, especially for the future of military and intelligence operations.

Feel free to use that radio in your story if you like. And if you're interested in crediting anyone's ideas from this thread, may I suggest creating a page for the end of the book, listing the names of all the dreamers whose ideas you borrowed? That would be really neat to see. (If you acknowledge me, just put me down as Arlen M.)

>>1818

The unoriginality issue is my biggest concern. I figure dreams have been the topic of creative works since the beginning of time, though, so as long as everything is well executed and stays interesting it shouldn't be an issue. I'm gonna try my best!

The idea of bringing another consciousness into reality really fascinates me - it's sort of like childbirth, so long as that consciousness has a vessel to communicate through. The mannequins and teapot I described in my first post contain thinking beings who can talk, but aren't necessarily flesh-and-blood humans. I think the big kicker would be dragging another living being out of the ether and into real life. I was thinking of him traveling into a NEET-like character's dreams and pulling out a friend or dream girl for him. I think the complications involving that sort of "souvenir" would be rather dramatic, and would lend itself to some analysis about that sort of lifestyle in general that I haven't read about in a novel.

That radio is a really interesting idea! It got me thinking of some kind of communication device between someone who's awake and someone inside of a dream. Naturally, if anything stems from this I'd be incredibly grateful and give credit where credit is due, thank you for the detailed response.

I'd be interested in reading a story like this.

I wouldn't worry too much about being original because as you said, you're mostly in it to have fun!

Can he take things from the waking world back into dreams as well? In that case it might interesting to take something from one person's dream and put it in anothers's.

In any case, when you get started working on it, you should totally post it on here. Good luck bro! and have fun too!

If a traveler would take any one thing from my dreams… It'd be my dream sword Starfall. no problems with existence, and the sentimental value would be it would remind me of my OC.

Idea sounds sweet, totally would read it! I can imagine a graphic novel based upon this idea of a dream traveler.

If he were to visit my dreams, he'd probably take back an antique light bulb. Most of my dreams are illuminated beautifully with a warm golden hue from these old timey things. The light they give off ensures a sense of curiosity, security, and relaxation - oh so pleasant

>>1719
Oh pleas, you didn't even have to split it into four posts to avoid the character limit.

when i was a child i would have this reoccurring nightmare where a black hand would come and take me away even when i would be next to people. i would try to scream ,but i wouldn't make a noise and no one would notice me. i had this nightmare for years, until one night i dreamt that i found the monster in my house. My hand began to glow ,and i punched through the monster killing it. After that night i never had a nightmare again.

>>1748
Holy crap that's GAR

This was more like a series of repeated dream "fragments", but it still kept me awake, considering that they had happened the night following a (don't freak out, Seisatsu, it was a long time ago and I'm safe and happy now) failed suicide attempt.

Each time I fell asleep that night, I had dreamed of shooting myself in the head. But never once did I die; always, I would hear the gunshot, tentatively open my eyes, and then in a panic, reach up to the hole blown through the top of my skull. When I would run my fingers over the area, I would feel the industrious writhing of thousands of tiny maggots—or at least what felt like maggots. Every time, quickly pulling my hand away in revulsion and terror, I would find that a countless hoard of the maggot-like creatures had latched onto my fingertips, beginning to rapidly burrow into the skin. The more desperately I would try to scrape them off, the quicker they would work. Sometimes they would even multiply uncontrollably, pouring from the hole bored through my head, down into my mouth, and often into my throat before I could spit them out.

Each of these fragments would end relatively quickly, either with choking on the larvae-things and vomiting or helplessly watching them have their way with my skin. Needless to say, it was not a very restful night/morning and I didn't try to end my life ever again.

This is OP. I recently had another nightmare.

I was over at a friends house and we were watching horror movie. I remember the dream kicking off with a human sized baby doll-like thing huddled in the fetal position. He was breathing heavily. Then I got a flash back of this little girl holding the (now normal size) doll, as she said "Oh how I wish I had your smile". Then it went back to the human sized doll holding the girl, who was now a full grown woman.

He was holding her by her shoulders and talking to her in a grim and threatening tone. His voice sounded like a calm scream as he said "You wish you had my smile?? My smile? What about your smile??" and then he ripped off the skin of her face only leaving the skeleton.

But at that scene, it didn't look like a movie… It was as if they were actually there with us, in the house. And after he ripped her skin, he turned to look at me. he wasn't looking at my friends or anything else… he was looking and smiling at ME. I panicked and screamed as I pleaded my friend to turn the movie off. When the TV clicked off, I woke up.

1) Here's one I had last night:
I was at some kind of university or institution, and I somehow ended up in possession of a rather large bird that was apparently rare or otherwise valuable. After running around this place with this bird in my arms for a while – I seemed to be evading some administrative woman who was trying to take it from me – I ended up dropping it off somewhere safe. While taking a breather from all of the running that I had been doing, someone – I don't remember who – informed me that my mom had been brutally murdered. I fell into such an intense state of shock and grief that I woke up, still feeling terrible.

2) And another one from a couple of days ago (I don't remember it too well, since I tried to forget it):
I was at a friend's house – that was the impression I got, at least; it wasn't a house that I recognized – and I was hanging out with Kyoko Sakura herself (or, at least, someone who looked exactly like her; they didn't act all too similar), with whom I was apparently close friends. However, for reasons that I don't recall, she grew more and more emotionally aggressive and hostile as the dream progressed, eventually reaching a point where she was openly attacking my emotions, who I was, and everything that I had done. The hurt and emotional stress from all of this woke me up, with the stress lingering after the dream.

3) After falling back asleep from 1), I had another dream; thankfully, this one wasn't bad:
I was at my house, and Kyoko and one other person that I don't remember – some friend of Kyoko's, I think – were there with me. Apparently, Kyoko was royalty, and she was in an arranged-marriage type situation, with two potential "princes" that she could marry. The rules of this marriage seemed to be that whoever had the larger collection of riches and heirlooms would be the groom. After a little while, the two princes – Kururugi and Lelouch from Code Geass, IIRC – arrived at my house, and presented their collections of riches (I guess I was the judge of who had more nice things?). The collections consisted mostly of old, over-sized silver coins, but Lelouch has some other stuff on top of the silver coins – I think it might have been religious objects and other stuff like that – so I decided that he had the nicer collection. The two princes and I stepped out for further negotiations or something, but my alarm clock woke me up before the dream got any further.

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A long-overdue update:

5) I was part of a two-person performance, but I don't remember who the other person one. We were giving said performance in what looked like my grandparents' house, if you took out all of the furniture and converted the main room – which is at a lower elevation than the rest of the house – into a pool. I was dressed up in a tacky Bowser costume and would roar every now and then, while the other person would talk about random other stuff.

At some point, as part of the performance, someone put a muzzle on top of the costume's mouth. As I sat there waiting while the other person jabbered on, I noticed that there were three kids standing on some kind of skateboard on a balcony overlooking the pool/stage. Just as I realized that they were probably going to fall off, they fell off, and at least one of the kids broke one of their legs. The performance was cancelled, and the crowd filed out.

After everyone had left and I had changed out of the Bowser costume, I saw that there was someone who looked like a little girl in a swimsuit standing on the stage, facing away from me. When I asked her what she was doing there, she informed me that she wasn't a little girl and in fact was 19 years old. I expressed skepticism, but was startled out of it when she turned around to reveal that, despite looking no more than 8 or 9 years old in terms of physical development everywhere else, she had enormous breasts.

Before I could say anything else, she dove into the pool and seemingly vanished. I swam around looking for her, but I couldn't find so much as a trace of her. At that point, I woke up.