Dreamland

Grace Sanders24 said:I just caught sight of this!😂😂

It’s the honest truth—plain and simple.🤣

Let me jump in here too. I had a dream about teeth—nothing crazy, just two molars, slightly larger than normal, sitting right next to each other. It wasn't even a full dream, more like a half-sleep state, but the weird part was that the teeth weren't mine, nor did they belong to anyone I know; they were just sitting there on a table or a napkin, I can't even remember which.
I woke up from that half-slumber thinking, "Great, dreaming about teeth is a bad omen..." And now I've got a business trip today and another one scheduled for next week. Just my luck.

I just had to hop on here and share that I had a dream about number 7 and silence. But then it hit me—I’ve actually dreamt about them before! 🤔

It’s honestly a little unsettling 😳

I finally had a decent dream... 👍

So, I'm walking down the street and run into this woman—probably a neighbor—out walking her pet. I go to say hi, but the thing she's walking looks absolutely bizarre, like some weird hybrid between a mongoose and a porcupine. I ask her what kind of creature it is, and she gives me some long, exotic-sounding name. Then I notice the thing is staring intently at my bag, sniffing away. I make a comment about how it probably smells the steak I just bought, but she shoots me down immediately, saying it’s not a carnivore—it only eats pears and eggshells.

Dreamed about water again. I’m just standing in the living room, looking out through the sliding glass doors, and the water is already halfway up the window. The current is intense—really wild—but it’s crystal clear, so I wasn't exactly panicking.
I look out and see the patio furniture completely submerged; since the water is so clear, it almost felt like I’d just tossed the whole set into a swimming pool. Only one chair remained above the waterline, and my husband had placed his bag there—the one with his wallet and important documents. I told him the current was going to sweep the bag away, and right on cue, the surge catches it. I reached out to grab it, but I missed. The water just took it.
I tried telling my husband that the water swept his bag away, but he didn't seem bothered at all—just shrugged and said it didn't matter, since he didn't have anything vital in there anyway.
That’s about it.

velvetsurfer26 said:I guess I’ll chime in too. I had a dream about teeth—nothing fancy, just two molars, maybe slightly larger than normal, sitting right next to each other. It felt more like a half-dream, but they weren't my teeth or anyone I know. They were just lying there on a table or a napkin, I can't really remember which. I woke up from this half-sleep thinking, man, dreaming about teeth is never good... and I've got a trip today and then some business travel next week.

It's bad when you dream about your own teeth falling out.
seeing someone else's teeth already pulled is something else entirely.

Sarah Mendoza22 said:dreaming about your own teeth falling out is bad enough
but seeing someone else's already pulled teeth is just a whole different level of weird...

was Drew Ross22 subconsciously hoping her man would go grab the bag just so he could get swept away by the tide too?😁

driftingmarlin44 said:I guess maybe Drew Ross22 subconsciously wanted her guy to go after that bag, just so he’d get swept away along with it.😁

Based on what Drew Ross2 was dreaming about, I guess she subconsciously feels secure with her husband, regardless of whatever distractions come her way. The water was clear, and she seemed pretty calm, except when things got material. Her husband is there to steady her, since he knows that kind of stuff can always be replaced. It was actually a pretty nice dream, maybe.

A gorgeous sunny day—not a single cloud in sight, the meadow outside my terrace overflowing with flowers. I’m looking out the window, watching rain fall from the sky, only to freeze just above the glass into these stunning little ice sculptures 😳
I was honestly mesmerized by the view 😳
The rest of the dream was more... taxing. A crowd of people had suddenly shown up at my house and left a massive mess behind—so, naturally, I spent the whole time scrubbing away, obsessively cleaning until everything was back in perfect order 😳

My partner and I found ourselves tucked away in this stunning little sandy cove—surrounded by towering cliffs, with nothing but fine, white sand beneath our feet.
Suddenly, the tide starts rolling in. The water surges toward us, filling up the inlet. My partner scrambled out to higher ground, watching me from the shore, while I just... let the water take me. I let it wrap around me and pull me under. It was crystal clear—I could see everything around me, looking up at the deep blue expanse of the ocean 😍
that dreamlike sensation? Just pure peace and happiness, I guess. 😍

Afterward, I made my way out of the surf. He reached out a hand to help me up, and I pulled myself toward him—then we just went back in to swim together.

Is there actually a way to stop—or at least dial back—the dreaming? ☕

Lately, I can't seem to escape dreaming about my family... 😵

I had this dream where I somehow came into about $130,000 or $150,000—some kind of windfall from a government agency or something similar. I asked a guy if I could buy a car with that much cash, and he told me I certainly could. So, I immediately went out and bought an absolute beast of a Mercedes. All I can really remember after that is driving at an insane speed through this endless, massive tunnel, mostly because I was desperate to get away from wherever I was. I felt like I was running out of air; I was literally suffocating and just needed to find an exit before I passed out, but the tunnel just seemed to go on forever...

And then I woke up 😁

I've got an interpretation, but I honestly don't know if it's your cup of tea. 🙂 It's nothing bad, I promise, but you're kind of interpreting it your own way anyway.

Just listen. You know that one about the shoemaker who walks around in tattered flip-flops...😁

The other night: imagine if someone actually rolled a stall filled with live cattle and chickens right into the middle of Times Square.

Last night: a group of people actually singing those lyrics from Simon & Garfunkel’s "Mrs. Robinson": ˝Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.˝

Last night was a mess: I was hanging out on some college campus. It was snack time. Me and this girl who looks exactly like J. Anniston were heading out to the convenience store, but everything outside was a muddy disaster, so we didn't make it. I got close, though, and ended up petting this adorable bulldog instead. By the time I got back to the classroom, my bag was gone—my friend had totally forgotten to grab it from the restroom. I confronted her right there in the middle of class, and she finally realized her mistake. But my bag was still missing; someone straight up swiped it. I was losing my mind, freaking out about how I’m supposed to show my ID or driver's license now. I was literally sobbing and complaining until I woke up 🤔

I was having this absolute nightmare where everything was going wrong—just constant drama, anxiety, and total chaos. Then, out of nowhere, this girl I went to high school with pops up in my dream. She’s alright, I guess. A bit weird because she was always super expressionless back in the day, never showed any emotion, but in the dream, she had these totally chill, stable, feminine vibes . Suddenly, she grabs my hand to pull me out of all that mess, leading me through streets and over rocks to this semi-open space perched way up high. It’s this two-story spot with bars on the windows. She leads me right up to these two guys who look like bouncers standing at the top of the cliffs. I walk up to them and just go, "Hey, can I get some bananas?" 🤔 Whoever asks for water gets it. One of them just shrugs and says, "No problem, consider it done," pulls out his phone, and calls someone saying, "I need 100 bananas, bring them over now." And just like that, I woke up 🤔.

I’m hanging out in NYC right now, getting ready to head back to Chicago. Everyone is basically tripping over themselves to help me out—my buddies from both cities are offering rides, places to crash, groceries, you name it. They're all looking out for me. Even Mirta Šurjak offered to let me stay with her and said she wants to ring in the New Year together, as long as she has little 🤔
along.

1. I was seeing someone once, but all I can really hold onto is the memory of those blue eyes and that constant swarm of butterflies in my stomach 😳

2. I’m stuck in this massive basement of some huge estate—it’s actually pretty well-furnished, but it feels more like an attic 😵 For reasons I can't quite put my finger on, this is where I'm staying, just hiding away... and then, out of nowhere, it hits me: there could be an earthquake any second now 😲

3. My ex sent me a letter. I started reading it and, at first, it was all sweet and sentimental, really tugging at the heartstrings... but then the tone shifted. It got sharp, bitter, and incredibly nasty. He basically tore me to shreds 😳

Just another restless dream in a long line of them. It started out as a hazy blur, gradually sharpening until everything felt almost too real...

I was part of a group plotting a massive attack on some institution—I can't recall exactly which one. But I remember the intense disdain I felt toward the people inside (toward whom, exactly?) and this overwhelming urge to see them punished. As the preparations progressed and the moment of the strike drew closer, I found myself spiraling into doubt. Did those people actually deserve to die? Do I even have the right to take a life, regardless of what they've done?
In the dream, the anxiety and fear were suffocating. It was moments before the strike. A room with white walls, a burgundy couch in the center, and my group of accomplices. I remember one girl specifically—short purple hair, purple lipstick, black leather pants. She gave me this look, peering at me sideways, as if she could see exactly what I was feeling deep down. I slipped into a side room and shut the door, grabbing my phone. I couldn't let all those people die at our hands. At *my* hands. I called the police, and it just kept ringing... then the leader of our group walked in, holding his phone, which was ringing from my call, with everyone else trailing behind him. The disbelief and terror in the room was absolute. I was paralyzed. I don't know how, but the first thing I managed to choke out in desperation was: I can't let this plan happen and let all those people die! He just gave a short, dry laugh and replied sarcastically, "Our plan? You really don't remember anything, do you? This was all your idea, you idiot. You told us you'd forget everything by the end, and you warned us that your conscience might try to stop us." I was speechless. Then someone in the group struck me over the head with something, everything went black, and I woke up.

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I really need to stop watching such garbage 🤦