It started with a fox kit under my couch. I didn't think about how or why it had gotten there, nor why it was so hungry, I was overwhelmed by the cuteness. It ate and ate, far more than could possibly be consumed by a real fox kit, though its weight increased accordingly. And it grew.

It wasn't long before it had lost all shape, rolling around the streets, consuming everything smaller than a house, like some kind of deplorable, amorphous katamari. Even now its slimy hide had tufts of soft, warm fox fur.

I woke up the next morning and left for work; before long, I found myself near the bridge across the river, far out of my way. I questioned how I had gotten there, and sat for a half-hour in stagnant traffic before I got out and found that everyone else had left their vehicles, flinging themselves into the river. Even now, hundred by hundred, they swarmed over the banks and off the bridge, and sunk. No floating bodies, just a stream of people meeting a streeam of water, then only water. One of them, I stopped and asked what was going on, and she simply introduced herself to me and flung herself off the bridge.

It was then that I noticed that the sky was red, rather than blue. And the buildings to the north were missing, replaced by some horrifying shapeless gargantua, miles high and miles broad, made of bones and eyes and wings and I could see nothing else. I knew, then, that I had wrought this by feeding that strange, hungry kit.

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Tried, got nothing. I'm skeptical that any binaural sounds actually work, and they could be just as strong as any placebo, but who knows?

She didn't say anything to you, but did she speak at all? If she did, did she have the Japanese Osaka voice with the funny accent, or the English Osaka voice with the retarded accent? Lol, just wondering.

I approve of TsunderOsaka.

>>988
I love this question.
It's like somebody was telling you about how their wife is trying to poison them by putting cyanide in their milk, and then you're curious if it was 2% milk or whole milk.

...and as a big fan of Ms. Kasuga, I second the question: Japanese voice or English voice?

>>988
she didnt talk, just kinda made a grunt sound of anger wen she looked away as a tsundere would, ya know?
>>992
Im glad u approve of TsunOsaka :3

>>i'm not sure the brain can make up random people during dreams.

Yes it can

Any facial/bodily features you've ever seen in your entire life can be combined with any other facial/bodily features you've ever seen in your entire life while in a dream. Your mind can create people that don't exist, and I'm sure it has does it quite often in past dreams that you've forgotten about.

Research has stated that the mind is incapable of creating faces. Every face you see in a dream is of someone you've seen before, even if only in passing.

>>990
I think you meant to say, "research indicates that the mind is incapable of creating facial features."

With all of your brain's complexities, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth aren't exactly difficult for your brain to randomize between the thousands of variations you've seen in your lifetime.

Share some plz. ;) I'm sick of dreaming about grocery stores.

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>>918
That sounds amazing! O_O

sorry for teh late reply, but holy SHIT, did you dream about a grocery store? Because I had a sex dream shortly after you posted that, LOL I'm not even joking.

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>>946
nope i didnt my good man 3:
as much as i wanted :<

Is it possible to switch perspectives mid-dream? I remember once I dreamt that I was in the car with a few friends(first person) and the car crashed and blew up in the middle of an intersection; after it exploded, I felt myself switching into third-person viewpoint and thinking "I've just died. this is the end." kind of like it was my spirit speaking. After I said that, though, I watched myself emerge from the car with burn wounds and I was alive. Then, still in third-person, I washed the burns off my body with water.

I mean, I guess anything is possible in the dream world but the whole "changing perspectives" thing just seems odd to me.

>>976
Switching view never really happened to me since when I die, when I don't wake up, I become a spirit that no one sees but hear and can still protect people.
I can only remember one example where I was watching the dream like I wasn't a part of it and suddenly I 'm in it and this puzzled me. I ended up disappearing back into 3rd person view.

>>967

Falling asleep with the intent that you will remember your dreams helps some people. Perhaps repeating "I will remember my dreams" or some similar mantra in your head. I also read something about visualising a rising sun or something like that but I don't remember where and have never tried it myself. None of these are surefire but they may help a bit.

I've lucid dreamed all of one time that I could remember. And then it was like, I went to England and saw one of my friends and then the dream became un-lucid. :(

There was this one time, though, that I realized I was dreaming and began to wake up, but right before I woke up I saw my dream world tearing itself to pieces as I woke up. That was weird, and kinda cool.

Last night I had a dream. There was more to it, but I don't really remember.
What I do remember was that at some point I discovered I could break off pieces of my fingers at the knuckles. They couldn't be put back. What was weird about this was that there was no pain, blood, or open wounds. Just little pieces of finger.
I decided that breaking off the fingers on my left hand would be a fairly innocuous idea (I'm left handed IRL, what the fuck?). I removed my entire ring finger, most of my pinky and middle finger, and a little bit of my index finger before I decided to stop. I didn't touch my thumb because THAT would not be a good idea, because the thumb is extremely important (though my other digits weren't, apparently).
Well, I seemed pretty okay with the fact that I had completely mutilated my dominant hand, until I went to go play games on my computer and discovered I couldn't type/play properly. Only then did I begin to panic, but only because I couldn't use my computer. I think then a vague sense of my own self-mutilation hit me then, but was secondary to my lack of typing ability.
I woke up shortly after, and was very relieved to find that my hand was still intact.
I still have no idea what this means.

>>957
I'm left handed, and I had a very similar dream to this one. I don't remember whether or not it was me that was doing the mutilating, but I did flip out for a reason other than the simple fact that my fingers were gone.

I frequently dream about various things. For example, in a dream I thought it would be awesome to kill a child. So I picked up a child and shot it in the head. I felt nothing but regret. In other dreams, I am kidnapped by a man who just turns out to be lonely. While his house is covered in cobwebs and mold, I feel affection towards him.

I had a dream where Slenderman was stalking me.
I felt happy he was paying attention to me and even gave him a kiss.

I had another dream where the world was ending but I was just entranced by how beautiful it all looked.

THE HORROR! THE HORROR!

lol 1 time i had a drem that they cancled naruto and all my freinds and i protested againts cartoon network or whatever and then we became naruto characters and it was awesome and i wish it were reel. [Emoticons go Here]

oh poor boo, would you like a band aid?

Well actually I wrote two down! This one was in the back of my book I wonder why

I wake up in the dream, and everything is weird colours in my room. Not unnatural, but not the same as my room usually is. I look outside my window, and my house is on a really steep hill, where it usually is on a flat street. I try to open my door, but it's locked, and when I reach for the lock... switch... thing, the entire knob disappears. I go back to my window and the sky is red, and there's a giant wave of lava headed right towards my house. I start panicking, naturally, and try to bust down my door, but the doorknob is back, so I just open it normally. My room is at the end of the hall, and my parents' room is on the opposite end. The door is ajar, and there's some bright red (maybe even orange) liquid pouring out. I take a few steps towards it, and a giant lava monster just walks through the door, and once it's past the door, it's gone like it's been eaten by a fire monster (which, in a way, it sort of has) and it starts walking towards me so I rush towards it and swing my fist at it's face. My fist goes through it, and it suddenly turns purple, ad melts down into a blob on the floor. My hand is on fire after this, but it doesn't hurt and my hand isn't melting, so. I go to the staircase, and there's another fire monster right at the bottom. I jump all the way down the stairs, and plant both of my feet into its' face. And then I fall through it onto my butt, which strangely doesn't hurt despite the length of our staircase. I rush into the kitchen and see that there's lava outside the window above our sink, and I assume that our house is covered in it. The window breaks, and the lava rushes at me, and then I wake up.

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Very cool.