I dreamt I was going to have sex with a cute girl but we kept being interrupted by a prison camp in the apartment upstairs so when I went there they thought I was a prisoner and the warden lady started firing at me for asking them to keep it down and I ran down again only to find that the cute girl had attempted to shave her pussy and cut herself and was bleeding badly and I had to take her to the hospital but the warden lady came back and told me to take down a sniper on the rooftop before I could proceed but the sniper was a blue TV-box and it fell down by itself when I looked at it, and then I woke up.

I teached a class about computer science last week. I dreamed that I had to teach them for another hour, but I was very unprepared. Everything seemed to go wrong:
I brought my netbook instead of my workstation with me and when I started it, there were a lot of applications open, including Ragnarok Online which was blasting its title theme at maximum volume. I went to my netbook to turn it off, but that was hard, as I was wearing rollerblades. After turning it off, I realized I didn't prepare any material, so I just stood there and tried to improvise, but every sentence seemed to go nowhere.
Finally my torture was over, I jumped out of the window and landes in a huge quarterpipe.
I was thinking about knitted mittens and sweaters, when suddenly I was back in the classroom. There was an unfinished sweater on one of the tables, begging me to finish it. Now memory gets a bit hazy, but I think this feat would involve using up my body in the process, i'd need to knit it out of me.
I obviously tried to turn it down, but it kept going on and on about how we'd make a great team, so I eventually agreed and grabbed it.
Then began a montage of things the sweater would force me to do. I only remember one, because it was so ridiculous, I was forced to be at court, wearing the sweater and one of those court wigs, looking all serious. It wasn't a court of law, though, but a basketball court and the jury stared coldly as I tried to score points with the ball, missing every time because I'm bad at sports.
Then I must have tried to get rid of the sweater, as it was being a bad influence on my life, but it showed me various short videos (which I can now identify as animated gifs) about why I really shouldn't.
They mostly showed famous people and their (made up) clothing/sidekicks, including a very weird scene which had Christina Aguilera (at least that's what the sweater told me – I don't know how she looks, it was just a random blonde woman) in a very bad halloween costume trying to force her way through a crowd to reach and hug somebody in a huge bat costume.
A couple of things happened afterwards (including me changing the sweater to be a Snowden-esque notebook sock, but fortunately I woke up.

I dreamt I had my five guinea pigs again and I just came home from school and I had forgot to feed them. I thought they were dead but they were still alive and fine in their cage. I picked them up one by one and snuggled them until I woke up.

I really don't like dreams like these as they remind me of a much simpler time where I didn't struggle as much as I do right now.

I was in a brothel and waiting for the right girls to show up, and the only thing that struck me was how consistent this dream was. Every detail was as it should be, and the rooms did not change when I left them and re-entered them, and everything was just as if I really was there. One girl with a very bored look was jerking off a guy on the bar table while I sat there in my boxers waitin for breakfast. He didn't cum but a lot of people were filming it with their phones and came with suggestions to what she should do. I didn't listen and left when I didn't get my breakfast.

I infiltrated a huge prison. The guards weren't really taking me seriously on the first floor, telling me I couldn't do it anyway, and they told me everything I wanted to know. I remember sneaking into a room with a lot of unarmed people and interrogating them. I don't know what happened afterwards, but it had something to do with traumas. Some character in my dream had a trauma, at least it showed a flashback of them getting bullied and beaten by like 100 students and their teacher.

"You must not strike him down. You must strike him so he goes up and then down."

>>6
We posting dream quotes now?

"...generally is in danger."
- guitar-playing bearded underground hobo

Had a Breaking Bad themed dream, kind of. I was cooking the blue meth in my RV with a kid who looked like Pinkman, also I had my wife and daughter with me. We basically lived in the RV, which was a lot bigger on the inside than it seemed from the outside.
It was the daughters birthday, so we played party games on a very small portable tv.
Later we left to get something, leaving Jesse to guard the RV. Someone started to break through the door, so Jesse turned of the lights in the back, so he wouldn't see the meth. He then called a mobile phone in the back, so the intruder's attention was on the back, then he proceeded to hold him up with an unloaded gun, told him to get the fuck out.
Then, for whatever reason, the police came and the RV had to outrun them, after which Jesse parked the RV on the exact same space. We came back and I complained about the mess, like Walt would do.
The only part of the dream that makes sense to me is the distraction and holdup, as I recently played Metal gear Solid. I haven't watched Breaking Bad in a long time. Dreams are weird.

I was a taxi driver in a city with the worst road management ever conceived. I was fucking my older sister all the time while trying to seduce my little sister. Then I woke up.

I had three dreams tonight, but I only remember one. I was in some kind of fake gameshow, as in every challenge was just a more or less well made ruse. Most of these were clever and I laughed a lot, but I can only remember the last one before I woke up (I had lewd thoughts):
The showmaster announced I had to fight very good martial artists. The first one was just a projection, purposefully badly made.
He "beat up" the extras (with the dumbest moves, like freezing time or duplicating himself etc. very cheesy WWE-style stuff), then came for me. I did my best selling his moves, which pleased the crowd.
Next was a well endowed woman with blue hair in a bikini top. I think she was some cosplayer I've seen this year. She got on the ring's corner post and did a crossbody (? not into wrestling that much. She jumped and landed flat on me, except she lightened the blow by landing on her arms, directly beside me).
She proceeded with many "dangerous" lewd moves, like smothering me with her huge oppai, grabbing my crotch and ripping it out (when actually she grabbed it with the other hand than she appeared to, so I was braced for a lot of pain, but actually nothing happened). I woke up while she was pulling my leg upwards and at the same time shoving her crotch into my face.

Any of you guys lucid dream?

>>11
Try? Yes. Succeed? No.

>>12
Same. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to start a dream journal only to give up later on. I'm interested in hearing other peoples experience with it though. Maybe it'll give me motivation to start one up again and hopefully go through with it this time.

>>11
Every time I realize its a dream I try to rape some girl and it seems to piss off the dream and it takes back control.

>>11
Every time I realize it's a dream, >>14 comes along and tries to rape me. Also in the dream I'm someone else's instinctive faux-memory of a girl. I have a cock, for fuck's sake, I'm not a girl

>>15-san, I've read these sorts of manga before, so I can confirm that if >>14 manages to rape you, you'll become a girl, so watch out ! !

I have dreamt about Iwata talking about the death of Miyamoto. Weird.
He also talked about how his secret organization had it's base on some island, then another secret organization came along and asked him to buy their secret base, which was on the same island. They were leaving it, but could really use the cash and wanted to be sure it wouldn't be found out by the public.

I dreamt I had sex with a girl I have known for a while. We were in my old apartment and we put up cameras to film us and went over the photos after we had sex. I kept a diary on my phone about all the girls I had fug'd the past week.

I dreamt sex, but it wasn't lewd at all somehow

I had a dream that I was growing shrooms in my closet, and the name of the species I was growing was the same as one of my Indian friends' names.

>>20
You have a friend named Penis Envy?

>>21
He obviously meant Pajeet Puinlu.

It was this scene from "Africa shox" where the black guy disintegrates except he jumps straight at me saying "bungee jump toniiiight" in this realy weird voice and I woke up.

I had two dreams. In the first one, I was following a girl in a flooded city. Only some railings and other hard to balance on parts were sticking out of the water. While we made our way, she explained something about architecture and how this flooded worl was a clean slate to build great things.

Next was a part, which served as a transition, I guess? The scene changed to a brutalism-like architecture, with documents lying around. I exited a building and saw a huge villa (either not in the same world as the flooded city or on a high hill. due to later happenings I assume the first).
A van was driving towards the villa, where a chinese man awaited it. he was the owner of the compound and also a big crimelord.
Men from a rival fraction came out of the van and started firing at him, but he just ordered his personnel to retaliate and moved through some kind of window behind a yellow AT-field like security field, encompassing the entire building, and entered the villa.
the opposing faction was stronger than his defense force thought and managed to punch a hole through the field, entering the garden area. Over the next few hours, there were multiple failed infiltration attempts and their target became clear: Extracting a baby the chinese man had stolen in order to one day transfer his personality onto it in order to live forever. It sounded weird, because he was still young, but maybe that's just how long the progress would take, or maybe he desperately wanted to not be asian anymore?
Anyway, the focus kinda shifted away from the attacking team, and more to the chinese man and his people.
i remember one of the leaving the dompund with an underground train and doing something forbidden for his familiy, then when he returned the chinese man knew and summoned him to his chinese man crimelord office. There was a menacing atmosphere and something about the baby, but the rest I don't remember.

I've been entering and exiting dreams seamlessly the past couple of weeks. I'll be browsing an imageboard, then browsing it in my dream, then browsing it again awake. This happens with a lot activities.

I had a dream I got killed by a prostitute

It was post apocalyptic or sth. I was a survivor, and I was on the roof of a building. I think it might have been an arcade. I remember playing a racing game earlier in the dream. Anyway. This whore joined me on the roof and began to seduce me, but I turned her down. We chatted for a while about unintelligible dream things, and then I looked down and noticed someone climbing the stairs.

That's when she pushed me off the roof.

I woke up on the ground to see the guy who was on the stairs standing in front of me before a gate. I grabbed my gun and pointed it at him, but decided not to shoot him and let my hand fall to the ground. Then I changed my mind, lifted the gun, and pulled the trigger. only to hear the click from the unloaded weapon.

That's when the man fired at me and hit me in the lung, and I woke up.

NOT FEATURED IN MY DREAM: A 1970 Charger I had sitting outside the gate in my dreamworld. It never appeared, but I knew it was what they were after. I felt it.

I dreamt I was in Japan to play a foreign thug in a yakuza-movie. However Raoh from Hokuto No Ken started smashing people's heads with a giant hammer and the boat that the filming was supposed to be on capsized and sunk so we went out and played dodgeball in the streets instead. There was a marathon going on at the same time but they kept shooting at us with water guns so we went inside again and we had to sleep in a dormitory to await the next day to resume filming. One guy decided to try some special effects in real life and faked blowing his head up with make-up. Another guy started puking blood because I apparently took his bed.

I took a lot time to write a function (you know, like when you take forever without checking that it actually works?) but when I compiled to test it, my alarm clock went off.

I had a really weird dream.
I was out on a date with a co-worker, we are both male IRL. I was fretting over about acting and looking female and I was feeling really uncomfortable because I knew I wasn't a female, yet my co-worker seemed really chill about the whole thing. We walked down a lake and visited some people, but details are fuzzy. What mostly remains is that vivid feeling of gender dysphoria, of not being a proper girl even though I wanted to be a girl real bad so my co-worker could like me. I don't feel particularly girly nor have any sort of romantic feelings towards said co-worker, but I think I might have a repressed something or the other. Man, that was nuts. Have you ever gotten intense feelings of love or infatuation on a dream? It was similar.

I dreamt I was going to do some project work for a company in Poland and traveled there to stay for a while using Airbnb. Somehow I had to go by Russia and by train and I came to a very steampunk-like Moscow that had huge train elevators and other mechanical contraptions to move trains around inside the station and outside it. I took one of those huge steampunk-trains to a small town in Poland, and went to the address for the Airbnb-place. A very cute girl who was naked from the waist down let me in. She was a tiny bit chubby, but no flab, had very long legs, thick thighs, a cute round butt and also wore no bra. She showed me around the flat but was more interested in getting close to me, so I started touching her to find out where the limits were and she let me touch her arms, legs and butt when I put my warm hands on her and told her she looked cold. We also brushed cheeks. I had to work and it was late so she went to her room and I borrowed her PC. The next day she showed me the bathroom again since I forgot, and there was a gopro camera on a tripod on the floor at waist level that I think filmed her walking around like this. This was a very big, old house she lived in together with her brother and parents. Her brother was much younger but away with her parents on some trip so it was just me and her.

I went to a local mall to get some food to bring to the meeting, but there was a very vocal sermon in the chapel, and some old people and kids in the mall were a bit upset because of this. I went outside when all the people from the chapel left too, and two young men with a hammer, chisel and a machete started attacking them. They cut one older man up, threw some rocks at some others and started prying one guy's skull open with the hammer and chisel. They did not mind me somehow but I feared if they spoke to me they would see I am not Polish and attack me. Just as I started sneaking away the girl from earlier approached me from across the street and told me to come with her. She was still naked from the waist down and also her top was see-through so I could see her nice, soft, round jiggly tits as well. She wore a backpack with a lot of books in it.

When we walked away she started speaking to me in my language asking what I will do on Thursday. I was amazed at how she had learned a few simple phrases to impress me, but then I woke up.

I had a dream I found a dual-VHS box with FernGully and The Big Green.

I had my first dream in japanese last night. I was listening to these two japanese guys talking about their wasabi flavored cigarettes. He offered me one, and I asked if I could hold on to it for later since I had to go to work at that moment. He said it was fine, and then I woke up.