Dreamland

Joseph Clark37 said:I need to stop watching this garbage 🤦

Agreed. Just stop following the New York Yankees and Livaja, and I bet those nightmares would disappear overnight.👍

Joseph Clark37 said:Just another weird dream in a long line of them. It started out all hazy, but as it went on, everything got sharper and clearer until it felt totally real.

I was part of some group plotting a massive attack on a government building (can't remember which one specifically). But I remember feeling this intense contempt for the people inside—who even were they?—and this overwhelming urge to see them punished. As the planning progressed and we got closer to pulling it off, I kept questioning if those people actually deserved to die. Do I really have the right to take a life, no matter what they did?
In the dream, the anxiety and fear are crushing. It's moments before the strike. A room with white walls, a burgundy couch in the middle, and my crew standing there. I remember this one girl—short purple hair, purple lipstick, black leather pants—she gave me this look, like she could see right through me to what I was feeling. I ducked into a side room and shut the door. I grabbed my phone; I just couldn't let all those people die at our hands. Not at *my* hands. I called the police, the phone was ringing... then the leader of our group walks in holding his phone, which was ringing from my call, with everyone else trailing behind him. Pure disbelief and terror. I was paralyzed. I don't know how, but the first thing I blurted out in desperation was: I can't let this plan happen and let everyone die! He just gave a short, sarcastic laugh and said, "Our plan? You seriously don't remember anything, do you? This was all your idea, you idiot. You told us you'd forget everything by the end and warned us your conscience would try to stop us." I was speechless. Then someone in the group hit me over the head with something, everything went black, and I woke up.

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I need to stop watching this garbage🤦

Ufff, freezing cold.
You definitely need to stop watching whatever it is you're watching.🕺

Joseph Clark37 said:Just another weird dream in the books. It started out all hazy, then got clearer and sharper until it felt totally real.

I was part of some group plotting a massive raid on this one institution (can't remember which one specifically). But I vividly remember the pure contempt I felt for the people inside—like, who even are these guys?—and this intense urge to see them punished. As the prep work went on and the attack drew closer, I kept spiraling, wondering if those people actually deserved to die. Like, do I even have the right to take a life, no matter what they did?
In the dream, I’m hit with this wave of anxiety and dread right before the strike. We're in this room with white walls and a burgundy couch right in the middle. I'm with my crew, and I remember this one girl—short purple hair, purple lipstick, black leather pants—she just looked at me sideways, like she could see exactly what I was feeling deep down. I ducked into a side room, shut the door, and grabbed my phone. I couldn't let all those people die by our hands. By *my* hands. I called the police, the phone was ringing... then the leader of our group walks in holding his phone, which was ringing from my call, with everyone else trailing behind him. Pure disbelief and terror. Total paralysis. I don't know how, but the first thing I blurted out in desperation was: I can't let this plan happen and let everyone die! He just gave this short, sarcastic laugh and shot back: "Our plan? You seriously don't remember anything, do you? This whole thing is your plan, you idiot." He said I was the one who told them I'd forget everything by the end and warned them that my conscience would try to stop us. I was speechless. Then someone in the group smacked me over the head with something, everything went black, and I woke up.

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I gotta stop watching this garbage 🤦

Whatever you're watching, just stop 😁

Hild, I don't think it's nearly as terrifying as it feels right now.

In the dream, you're trying to shake off someone or something that represents that specific institution—that weight or influence it holds over you. But at the same time, part of you doesn't actually want to let go. You’ve got these two opposing forces clashing inside you, though clearly, the side resisting "destruction" is winning out.

Usually, dreaming about death—or killing something or someone—is just your brain's way of stripping power away from a certain thing. It’s about diminishing its importance. It isn't necessarily some literal, dark desire for violence.

The version of you that's terrified and calling the police? That's your conscience. The group leader is your raw instinct and aggression, and the girl... she represents your subconscious (the feminine side, the emotional side; where purple signifies spirituality and black represents the unknown depths of the subconscious).

It sounds like you're afraid of your own impulses. It's like you feel you lack control over them, even when you know deep down they aren't right. As your conscience, you find yourself in this white room—symbolizing clarity and purity—sitting by a burgundy sofa, which feels luxurious or even regal. It suggests you're thinking clearly and trying to act according to your morals. But those impulses? They just barge into your pristine space and start messing with your head.

I can't tell if you were being vague about what kind of institution it was on purpose, or if it's just some specific organization or group of people. Either way, this dream seems to be a general reflection of the tug-of-war between your conscience and your instincts. It’s really about that fear of acting on impulse and destroying something without thinking, only to end up regretting it later.

hiddenviper22 - thank you so much for taking the time to analyze this 🙂 The cause-and-effect relationship between the different elements in the dream you described can be applied quite precisely to a real-life situation. It seems certain symbols are actually masking other people, who I can now clearly recognize thanks to your post.

Grace Sanders24 said:I agree. Just stop watching the New York Yankees and Livaja, and see how those nightmares suddenly disappear!👍

For the sake of my mental health, I definitely should 😁

But what am I supposed to do when I love him...🕺

Exactly, that’s really the whole point of the interpretation 🙂

I had this dream where I was lying on an operating table, waiting for the anesthesia to kick in so I could finally drift off, but nothing happened. Just stuck. I remember thinking, "What gives?" while everyone around me was probably looking at me like I was losing it. They gave me extra sedatives, hoping to knock me out, and there I was again—just waiting to sink into the blackness—only for it to fail yet again. I was more wide awake than I ever thought possible 😁 It was so frustrating that I actually woke up from the sheer annoyance of it all 😬

Womica, what's your take on this?

I’m not ignoring you, I just wasn't around. 🙂
My first take? It feels more like a weird story than an actual dream.
If we're talking dreams, it sounds like you're ignoring something inevitable. Either that, or you're just incredibly frustrated because you can't control the outcome.
Since it involves anesthesia and pain, maybe you're just trying to dodge something that actually needs to happen for your own good, despite how much it sucks right now. Personally, I think the takeaway is that you need to be tough enough to handle this new experience—you don't always have to be in total control.

Hey Womica, there’s actually some logic to this after all. Thanks, 🙂

Dreamed I lost you last night...
Just lying there awake on a bed made of snow
And all quiet, so quiet...
While some other woman
Calls out my name through the dark...
Such a nasty dream...

Saw a white lily in my sleep
Black horses and wedding parties without any music
Just moving silently, without a sound...
Drifting away somewhere...
Some people I used to love...
So far away from where they belong...
A bitter dream...

Hey, night, just hold on...
Let the dawn finally break...
(let the dawn break) 😁

Michelle Bennett14, hiddenviper22? I guess that’s probably not a bad omen. 😳

Total nightmare 😱

I dream I'm at a spa with some random guy from this forum—like, we're actually going to bed together. But then a fly shows up, and he gets all worked up, kills it, and starts hysterically jumping on it even though it's clearly dead. It's super sketchy, but honestly? Even freakier is how much that weird little ritual seems to turn him on. 🤦

Suddenly we're in a living room that’s basically ours, just hanging out. I have to bail because my ride is waiting downstairs to take me to a meetup with people from the forum. He comes down with me and tells everyone he's from the site, but he won't reveal his username. 😵The first woman I run into is this sweet, older lady who gives me a huge hug. Then, this second woman realizes how late it is and slips out of the guy's apartment. She leans in and whispers right in my ear—loud enough for me to hear everything—"Make sure you DM me and tell me who you are."

Now I'm in a car, sitting in the back with two other people and a baby. I've known the kid forever, and they keep smiling at me. I start playing peek-a-boo, and the baby is giggling away until, out of nowhere, they stop, look at me with a full-grown adult voice, and say: "Okay, that's enough. 😕

I get home and walk into the living room to find it's absolutely pouring inside. Like, water is literally leaking through the ceiling. I'm panicking, trying to head upstairs to the neighbor's place, but my front door is already wide open and the hallway light is on. I step out and see the lady from the apartment above and her husband, who wandered into my place to check the damage. She's being incredibly cold about the whole thing, dodging my questions and ignoring my pleas to just stop the leak and fix the mess. She just shrugs and goes something like, "Well, since it's already soaked, let it go all the way." 😕 Her husband is just as much of a Glupac.
I start yelling at them, hoping my neighbor—the one I actually get along with—can hear me. Finally, she pops out of her apartment and says to me: "Glupac, this is your own fault. When you moved in, you said you didn't care what happened and wouldn't call anyone for help." 😕
Just totally cold.

I literally writhed in horror 😱. Thank God the dream ended 🤦

🙂

Drew Ross2 said:Michelle Bennett14, hiddenviper22? Probably not a bad omen. 😳

Stop looking for signs in every single dream. Most of the time, it’s just your own brain playing tricks on you by reflecting things you're trying to ignore.

How you felt matters too. The colors, whether you ate right before bed... there are tons of little details that change everything.

I usually just have crazy dreams when I eat late at night, and they don't mean anything.

This could also just be because you were coming down with a cold. Don't sweat it. 🙂

Usually, feathers or birds to me signal news. Since it showed up out of nowhere, maybe it's something surprising. There was no damage or weird side effects, so maybe it's just you waiting on some news—or dreading news you aren't sure you want to hear.
Either way, this sounds more like your subconscious playing games than anything actually happening outside of your control.

What’s the deal when I start dreaming about Lujza again? ☕
I had this dream where I was down at the coast, walking along a beach I know by heart, just wading through the shallows and staring down at the water. Then, as I rounded this rock formation in the ocean, there she was—Lujza, wearing a red swimsuit. I went over to say hello, and we ended up just shooting the breeze for a while. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she reached right into my pants and started jerking me off 😳 and then we just went at it ☕

So, I guess you’ve managed to offend some higher power somewhere.☕

William Grant20 said:What does it mean when I dream about Lujza again? ☕
I had this dream where I was at the ocean—on a beach I know quite well, actually—and I was just wading through the shallows, looking down at things. Then, after I stepped behind this large rock in the water, there she was—Lujza, wearing a red swimsuit. I said hello to her, and we ended up just having this casual, aimless conversation. Then, suddenly, she reached right into my pants and started pleasuring me 😳 And then we just went at it ☕

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Chloe Cooper10 said:It seems you’ve managed to get yourself on the wrong side of fate once again, haven't you? It's almost as if you've gone out of your way to provoke the universe itself.☕

What exactly leads you to that conclusion? 🍿

Larry Perez69 said:🤣

What exactly is supposed to be funny? You too? ☕ 🤣

William Grant20 said:What exactly is supposed to be funny? You too? ☕ 🤣

🤣 well, what I find amusing is 🤣

do you still have any fantasies involving Lu? 🤣

Last night, the 22022022 portal swung wide open, which basically means you all were out there projecting yourselves into the astral plane and having one hell of a time 🥳

Larry Perez69 said:🤣 Honestly, I find the whole thing quite laughable. 🤣

Do you still harbor any lingering dreams involving Apple? 🤣

I have. ☕ I had this dream where we were wandering through some massive international chocolate expo somewhere in Europe. We ended up standing right next to one of those towering chocolate fountains. In the dream, I dipped my finger into the chocolate, and she leaned in close, caught my hand, licked my finger, and then slid it deep into her throat. So, I pulled my finger out of her mouth, slid my hand under her skirt, and went all the way inside—it was hot, wet, and absolutely intense. ☕
Then I finally dragged myself awake, polished off an entire box of Hostess snack cakes, and had that sudden, crushing realization that I’ve officially turned into a total pig. ☕

I honestly find myself wondering if we’ve all collectively lost our grip on reality, or if this specific brand of absurdity is simply the new baseline for our era. It feels like we’re constantly being asked to swallow these increasingly ridiculous premises without a second thought, much like how people used to defend those absurdly overpriced tech gadgets that promised to revolutionize our lives but really just served as expensive paperweights. There is a certain exhaustion that sets in when you realize the goalposts aren't just moving—they've been removed from the field entirely. We sit here, watching the spectacle unfold, waiting for a moment of genuine logic that never seems to arrive, while the rest of the world moves on, blissfully unaware of the sheer madness of it all. As if I haven't heard this song before. It’s the same weary refrain we’ve been hearing since the days when people actually believed the promises made by big tech giants like Apple. We see these grand visions being sold to us, wrapped in sleek packaging and polished marketing, only to realize later that the reality is far more hollow than the hype suggested. It reminds me of those old, broken promises from decades ago—promises that felt solid at the time but eventually crumbled under the weight of their own ambition. We really ought to be more skeptical of these sweeping claims before we start buying into the dream.
The cosmic window known as the 22022022 portal swung wide open last night, which can only mean one thing: you all spent the evening projecting yourselves into the astral plane for some high-level, celestial hedonism. 🥳

I really couldn't have expected anything else from her, other than this blatant, soul-crushing attempt to exploit my very essence. ☕

William Grant20 said:I have... ☕ I had this dream—it was quite vivid, I suppose—where we were both attending some massive international chocolate expo somewhere in Europe. We were standing right there next to this huge chocolate fountain. In the dream, I dipped my finger into the chocolate, and she stepped in close—she actually grabbed my hand, licked my finger, and then... well, she took it all into her mouth. So, I pulled my finger out, reached under her skirt, and went all the way in—she was so warm and wet... ☕
Then I woke up, polished off an entire box of Hostess snack cakes, and realized—well, I guess I’ve officially become a total pig. ☕

🤣 John Doe has some truly fascinating dreams... I mean, no matter where he ends up—whether he's at the beach, visiting an art gallery, hanging out at a train station, or just out in the countryside—it’s always the same. Apple is always the one to initiate things first. Honestly, I guess only true experts could possibly make sense of those kinds of dreams of yours. 🤣

The International Chocolate Expo—it’s quite an event, I suppose. 🤣