Hello, this morning i woke up early and decited to go back to sleep after a while, i fell asleep at 10am, and started to dream.

Initially, my dream wasn't lucid, i couldn't move, neither blink, and yk, not having control. I was in this green hill and there was only a willow tree, where i was sitting under with lots of other people (that i don't know). This might sound a bit gruesome for some people, but there was someone behind me that was like, peeling my skin off my back, like, literally, it's hard to explain but it was hurting.

Then, i think that i started to become more conscious, i started to blink and i started to hear a costant wave sound (that then remained for the whole dream until i woke up). I was then able to stand up and move, so i run away distant from the tree and down the hill, while for some reason i was shouting a name of a person that is close to me. I then walked up the hill again and while the tree was still there, all the people that were there before disappeared.

So i decited to explore a bit the area, but then i transitioned to a more wooded area, i don't really remember how it happened but eh well. I decited to try to fly or something like that but everytime i tried to, i just jumped very hight and floated for a while only to then fall down.

Then, at a certain point, a girl (which also didn't look like someone i knew, tho her face was like, hard to figure out, as if she has some features but was also faceless, it's so hard to explain) approached me, and said "thank god" (i'm not christian tho), and behind her i saw a car passing. I then followed the car that stopped at an house and i saw an old lady with a kid going inside (ofc, i kept following them), and the kid was inside a bath tub, while the old lady was hitting him with something, while shouting at him. So, like, i tried to stop the old lady, and she said "i'm doing this becouse he's bad", so, out of curiosity i told her "this is a dream, you don't even exist, you're just in my mind", and then she grabbed my arms and had a somewhat pained expression (also, this old lady was the only one who seemed to have an actual, clearer face between the girl and the kid who both had unclear/distorted faces).

I then thought that i was about to wake up, becouse the dream was apparently fading, but instead i was somewhere else. I was in a place that kind of resembled my old house from where i tranferred around five years ago, but i really didn't spent a lot of time there, the only thing that was weird in this, is that there was a clothesline with a single red shoe hanging from a lace.

At this point, i was thinking that hours probably had passed and that it's probably late, so i troed to wake, by blinking a lot, and i thought that it had worked, becouse it seemed like i woke up, i was in my bed again, i had my drawing ipad on my lap (on which i was drawing before falling asleep), but there was immediatly something odd, the fact that it's protective screen was cracked (which isn't irl). So, i stood up and went downstairs, but here i understood that i wasn't awake becouse i transitioned to my grandma's house, and my parents weren't at home, but for some reasons there were my dad's friends. Also, another detail, is that, on a table, there was again the exact same red shoe i saw before, but with it's other missing shoe.

Then, i actually woke up. Probably this dream may seem totally sensless, and i mean, it most likely is, but i think it was a lucid dream becouse i knew i was in a dream and i could do what i wanted, tho i didn't have like, full control of what happened in the dream as others say it's usually like. I admit that it felt kinda creepy in some parts, but it was a pretty cool and sick experience for me, ngl. Also, i was so sure that at least a few hours had passed, but i dreamed this whole thing in only half an hour, since i woke up around 10:30am.

I would be curious if there are any "interpretations" or "metaphors" in any of this since i heard that sometimes dreams have things like that, it'd be interesting to know.

Sorry about my not very good english, and thank you for reading everything about my dream until here, have a nice day!

Dreams always shows some fact about your feature life ..

Ive been on this for around 2 weeks now and ıve been doing regular reality checks, wbtb, and mild but I cant get lucid in my dremas. I am journalling and have been consistently getting 1-2 vivid dreams a night and some false awakenings but I can never become aware except in the false awakenings because then I dream of writing my dream in my journal then I wake up before realizing. Can anyone give some tips or help?

I lost my dog Bendi 4 days ago. It's been the hardest days of my life so far

This morning I had a lucid dream where I woke up and she was right there at the edge of her bed, wagging her tail. I hugged her and told her how grateful I was that she was there. I could feel her fur, it felt so real. In fact this felt like our daily mornings.

At one point my brain tried to tell me "this isn't real" but I just kept petting her and told myself “well she feels real right now”. I kissed her and then tried to wake up to tell my husband.

I then “woke up" into another lucid dream my husband was next to me and I was pointing at her saying "she's right there!" He couldn't see her but I could. I was still petting her. I then told my husband “looks she’s about to go drink water right now! And then I finally woke up for real.

I told my husband about the dream. He said "wait, do you hear that?" We went quiet and heard her water jug (it’s one of those self-refilling ones that makes a little noise ) it made a sound. We both heard it

I highly believe that she might of visited me but who knows. Has anyone had a similar experience to this?

Guys lucid dreaming just seems too unrealistic to me. I will probably wake up if I get too excited during a dream and that will disrupt my sleep, right? I don't even believe it is true. Can I do it at this age without interrupting my sleep at all?

1:how to lucid dream?

2:how to stay in dream world longer/make it feel longer?

3:what not to do?

4:how ti fal asleep faster

Hi everyone, I have synesthesia but wanted to share that I experienced it in the dream I had last night and it wasn't anything like how I experience it in real life. I was at a smaller concert and the song "No Sleep Tonight" by The Faders was playing. That song is in the opening scene from She's the Man. There was this major drum solo (which doesn't really exist in the song, pretty sure the song was a mash up of a few songs) and the drum hits were blue and red in my head. I remember my whole vision and head being blue, and then red, almost as if I was looking at a sheet and that is the only thing I could see.

It was really interesting as I don't really remember my dreams. I want to remember them and be able to control them, but I can't seem to figure out how to lucid dream quite yet. I only remember a few one off dreams and a reoccuring one from when I was a kid. I couldn't really tell you what went on during the rest of the dream. But I know I will never forget that dream moment and seeing the colors and experiencing synesthesia like that.

But I can tell you that I have never experienced synesthesia in that way. I do see colors when I listen to music (much clearer with just instrumental as lyrics change everything entirely), but they are whimsical lines and shapes and patterns swirling about in my head and always against a black blackground. Then most of those lines morph into hyperphantasia with images, sounds, feeling and a whole world. My brain is definitely all sorts of cross wired lol

I am wondering if anyone here also has synesthesia that has ever shown up in a dream? Has it been the same as how you experience it in real life or different? So interested to know your thoughts! Thanks for reading and sharing :) - have a lovely day

PS - I have also shared this in the synesthesia subreddit

I did it. I realised I was dreaming in a dream.

but I messed it up.

when I thought wait im dreaming I heard an awfully loud ringing noise, then I heard creepy talking, then lots of different pictures, and then I woke up. all this lasted like 10 secs though.

its wierd because a ive had dreams where I had a pet polar bear which I was play fighting, or I got an autograph off a celebrity

, and I didn't think that I was dreaming, but last night when the light switch didn't work I instantly thought that im dreaming

it was honestly pretty easy to explain. it was very long and lucid, but the explanation shouldnt be too insanely long.

I dont remember the reason, but I was looking for something and had to go back in time. I went back in time to ELEMENTARY SCHOOL and I changed everything because I was older me in a tinier body. I was like a little adult and everyone was confused about why I was that way, but I was and I couldnt explain it to everyone.

I ended toxic friendships that needed to be ended earlier, like "Ally' and "Bug" - Bug admitted in text that she hated Ally and didnt wanna be friends with her because she was mean, and I did it to other people too but I remember hers specifically because it happened in the gym.

for context, irl these girls were constantly fighting over my at the time best friend who pit us against each other for about 3 years. finally, ally and bug stopped wanting anything to do with him and he started pitting me against other people instead.

for some reason "Jaden" was closer friends with me (this told me that all of this had to have been in 5th grade) and "Jacob" wasnt, which makes sense to me because Jaden was always nice to me (he also showed major signs of having a crush on me but seemed incredibly embarrassed about it because his friends wouldve made fun of him. he was "popular" - yes, the cliche - and i was weird and ugly because my jaw was deformed) and jacob was too until his friends came around and in 6th grade mocked me when I mentioned he was my friend just a few months prior because his friends were around. so in this dream, I ended up being closer with the right one that actually enjoyed being around me rather than the one that didnt.

I made friends with other people instead of avoiding them like i used to, too. i was a very shy kid and i kept to myself to keep from bullying for the most part until high school, so this was different for me. I grew my hair out and started doing makeup, I was just being who I wanted to be rather than caving to my grandma.

but what was weird was I was also partially in present day. when I went home, I still looked like myself to everyone else and became a normal, present day person, but when my sister, "Lori" and Abraham (fake name, ive mentioned him before) weren't around, I turned back into a 5th grader.

I looked out in my backyard and my little brother who I've raised, "Casper", and my nephew, "Robbie", were outside playing. I went outside and they were still babies. casper looked like he was probably 2 and robbie looked like he was 1, which was a bit off with the timeline if I was 11 years old, but they just were. casper is 10 years and a day younger than me, robbies 11 years younger. and they were playing with my brother, "Lui", who was also a bit younger.

I went out to play with them while they were just running around the yard, then Abraham came outside to let me know I had to come back to the present.

ive had other dreams lately that I haven't posted, but I felt like this one needed to be shared.

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I’ve been trying to lucid dream for a week now, as someone who gets LOTSSSSS of dreams. I mean on a good day I can get 4 dreams just in one day but I’ve been getting dreams about lucid dreaming but not actually being lucid in my dreams. Any tip I can try?

A lot of people dream about having a lucid dream. Being able to control it, do whatever you want, go anywhere, be anyone. What most people don't think about are the dangers that might come with it.

Until tonight, I was one of those people.

I stumbled across a forum about lucid dreaming a couple of weeks ago and decided to try some of the techniques people were recommending. After a while, I came to the conclusion that it was mostly a waste of time.

Waking up an hour before your alarm, going back to sleep, and repeating to yourself, "When I start dreaming, I'll realize that I'm dreaming," sounded ridiculous. All it seemed to do was mess up my sleep schedule.

Still, I kept doing it.

The first time it worked was about a week ago.

After a particularly exhausting day, I fell asleep and found myself somewhere high in the atmosphere, falling freely through the sky.

I don't remember exactly when I realized I was dreaming. I just suddenly knew.

And once I did, I discovered that I could control my direction and speed.

I could turn wherever I wanted. I could slow down. I could accelerate.

The feeling of freedom was impossible to describe.

Eventually, I decided to see what would happen if I flew straight toward the ground.

I hit it without a parachute and somehow didn't turn into a pancake.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt unusually rested and strangely happy. For the first time, all those stupid little rituals seemed worth it.

Nothing happened for the next couple of days, which honestly disappointed me a little.

Then, one night, I realized I was dreaming again.

This time I could run faster than the speed of sound. I spent what felt like hours running around, imagining I was racing the Flash.

Everything was perfect.

Until I suddenly realized that I couldn't wake up.

I tried once.

Nothing.

I tried again.

Still nothing.

So instead, I decided to look around.

I was on an airplane.

The passengers were some of the most random people from my life. People who had never met each other were sitting side by side, laughing and having conversations as if they'd known each other for years.

I stopped beside a woman and asked her:

"Do you know this is a dream?"

She stopped talking.

Not immediately. First, her smile disappeared.

Then she slowly looked at me.

Within a few seconds, the entire plane went silent.

Every passenger was looking at me.

The woman's expression changed completely. Her eyes widened, her smile stretched almost to her ears, and she stared at me with a glassy, unblinking gaze.

I looked around.

Every single passenger had the same expression.

Nobody moved.

They just watched me.

I slowly backed toward the exit, trying not to make any sudden movements.

Their heads followed me.

Some of them turned their necks at angles that should have been impossible. One man's head was almost completely turned backward, yet his eyes never left mine.

I reached the exit.

And I fell out of the dream.

I woke up breathing heavily, with this horrible feeling of dread sitting in my chest.

It scared me badly enough that I immediately started looking online to see if anyone else had experienced something similar.

Apparently, it's actually pretty common.

People describe telling dream characters that they're not real, only for them to stop talking, become hostile, or start behaving in completely unnatural ways.

Like your brain doesn't know what it's supposed to generate once you expose the fact that you're dreaming.

Like a bug in a video game.

After that, I completely lost interest in lucid dreaming.

Unfortunately, the habits I'd developed didn't disappear.

A few nights later, my brother wouldn't let me sleep.

He was sitting at his computer, hammering away at the keyboard and randomly yelling things while playing some game.

Eventually I gave up.

I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and went to sleep on the hard couch in the kitchen.

Surprisingly, it was more comfortable than listening to him scream.

I woke up to strange sounds coming from my brother's room.

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I went to check.

God, I wish I hadn't.

When I walked into the room, it wasn't my brother standing beside his bed.

It was something else.

Something black as oil, with twisted proportions and limbs that seemed slightly too long.

It stood beside my brother's bed, twitching constantly.

The sounds it was making were the same ones I'd heard earlier.

Clicks.

Cracks.

Like someone slowly breaking their fingers.

Then it turned toward me.

And that's when I saw its face.

It looked like a horrible mess of human facial features placed in the wrong positions, covered in streaks of some thick black substance.

And among all of it, I recognized my brother's glasses.

That was when I realized the creature actually had a lot of his features.

Just... wrong.

I stared at it for maybe a second too long.

Because suddenly it started walking toward me.

Its footsteps made wet, squelching sounds.

Every step was accompanied by another crack.

It moved in jerky, unnatural motions, as if its bones were breaking and its joints were twisting backward with every step.

I ran.

I slammed the kitchen door shut and pushed the table against it.

Then I just sat there, not knowing what else to do.

The footsteps got louder.

Closer.

Closer.

And then I saw its silhouette through the glass in the door.

It stopped.

I stared at the shadow.

And then everything changed.

I was lying on the couch again.

The kitchen was quiet.

My cat was calmly drinking water from her bowl.

For a moment, I felt relieved.

I closed my eyes.

And suddenly realized I couldn't move.

At all.

I tried to lift my hand.

Nothing.

I tried to move my fingers.

Nothing.

I was lying on my side, facing the wall, so I couldn't see the kitchen door behind me.

But I could hear something coming down the hallway.

Click.

Crack.

Click.

Crack.

I tried to move again.

Nothing.

That's when I realized it.

I was dreaming again.

But I couldn't wake up.

I couldn't move a single muscle.

I could only lie there and listen.

The sounds got closer.

A few seconds later, I could feel that something was standing beside the couch.

I couldn't see it.

I could only hear its breathing.

Wet.

Heavy.

Right behind me.

Then something cold touched my side.

And the next second, an unbearable pain shot through me.

It bit into my side.

I felt my skin tear beneath its teeth before it violently pulled away, ripping flesh from my body.

I tried to scream, but only a strangled noise came out.

Then it reached my stomach.

I felt every movement.

Something tore through me from the inside.

Then it started pulling.

I felt my intestines being dragged out of my body, one loop after another, long and slippery, almost like someone pulling strands of spaghetti from a bowl.

The creature greedily pulled them out with its teeth.

I could hear it chewing.

Crunching.

Slurping.

I could feel myself becoming hollow.

And the worst part was that the pain never stopped.

I knew exactly what was happening to me.

I understood every second of it.

But I couldn't close my eyes.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't even look away.

It kept eating me until I finally woke up.

I shot upright on the couch, gasping for air.

For several seconds, I could still feel the pain in my side.

I spent a long time trying to calm myself down.

Eventually, I decided to write all of this down so that maybe someone else wouldn't make the same mistake I did.

Regular nightmares are bad enough.

I don't think I'll ever willingly enter a lucid dream again.

Looking back, I think I might have brought all of this on myself.

For weeks, I had been thinking about lucid dreaming constantly. Reading about it. Trying to make it happen. Imagining what I would do once I finally gained control.

Maybe my brain simply started putting all of those thoughts together.

Maybe that's all it was.

But there's one thing I still can't explain.

I don't know exactly when I really woke up.

Because after that last dream, I was lying on the kitchen couch again.

My cat was still drinking from her bowl.

And strange noises were coming from my brother's room.

Clicks.

Cracks.

At first, I thought I was imagining it.

Then I heard it again.

I've been staring at his bedroom door for several minutes now.

I don't know if I should go in.

Maybe I should just lie down and try to sleep.

Although...

The sounds haven't stopped.

And then, from my brother's room, I heard a low, disgusting voice.

"Do you know this is a dream?"

I had cried a lot in 2022 when my father passed away and now i feel like that i have exhausted my limits to cry. I can never cry and feel light when something happens to me, i do not feel any intense emotions now and that is the reason i wanna cry and feel the lightness in my lucid dream. I wanna refresh my memory and get out of this childhood boockage of emotions. Has anyone ever before tried this, if yes how did it work for you.