The ground was mulchy and rough, not very good for running. There were patches where it was very hard, but most of it seemed to be bare soil. Surrounding this plateau beyond the door was a great, oily ocean, crashing loudly and fitfully. The sky was the same inky colour as the sea, with smoggy, chunky black clouds going nowhere at all. Lightening split the sky somewhere far away, but there was the same strange choking darkness on the land as there had been in the forest, cutting visibility on the land itself down to about ten feet.
All around me stood strange, solid blobs. Upon close inspection, I found them to be large masses of copper, upwards to six feet tall, usually no shorter than five foot six. There were dozens of them, formless items that looked like they had been blasted by the wind or were melted towards the direction I had come from. I went to and from them, inspecting all of them. It was through this that I noticed a peculiarity appearing only as I went forward: what had begun as shapeless blobs were now beginning to look like human beings cast in copper.
This did not bode well. I began to make out faces, all of which were of horror or surprise. Despite what common sense would dictate, I kept moving forward. Situated at the end of the plateau was some giant machine; a turret with two heads. One was organic, but dead, alive only with maggots. It had a long neck and no distinct face, only places where a pair of eyes and a mouth might have been. The other was mechanical, also long necked, with a distinctly reptilian face. At the top of the turret was a young girl with a gaping hole in her belly, weeping and gurgling with blood. She appeared to be asleep, or dead. The contraption came to life before my eyes.
It didn't take much to make me turn tail and run, at which point I was pretty glad I did-- the ground behind me went molten. The thing was spitting copper. I didn't even look back. I just ran back to the door and went through, submitting myself to the fate of being eaten alive.

[End.]

My memories of this dream pick up on a train over a great sea of blood and pus. The tracks were set on archways over this endless vile ocean. It was a gray place save for the liquid below, the train moved quickly when seen from the inside, but slowly when viewed from outside. I was alone, at least until something burst in through the roof. It was some sort of monster, it looked as if it were covered in afterbirth. Two others followed it. They began to attack me, but I ran. The train gave an odd tilt, and upon looking out the window (cutting to an outside view) I realized it was going down into the sea. I had to get out. I ran past the monsters to the opposite end of the train, climbing from the last car onto the roof. The train leveled, but the creatures attacking me were on the roof as well. It was a game of chicken from there, which ended with my pushing them off into the sea. I blacked out.

I ended up in a long, ornate hallway full of doors. Torches lit the marble walls in gold braziers. A long persian carpet was spread across the floor. I walked slowly, as if weighed down. My cat twined about my legs as I moved. I came to a point where there was a staircase to my left, but the hallway continued on before me, and I decided to take the door immediately to my right. The effect was rather like passing through a door in the nexus, mind you this was before I had any idea what Yume Nikki even was.
I appeared in a strange dimension. The sky was a strange shade of pink, the ground various shades of deep red and tangerine. The greenery was thick, twisting vines and branches that made loop-de-loops, all in bright red or navy blue, sometimes in fire orange. Some even grew blue-black berries. There was a burnt orange path which I followed to a river that kept changing colour. On the banks there were creatures with the upper bodies of women and lower bodies of snakes (lamias) basking and eating the berries that overhung the water. They had pale blue skin and lucid red-orange tails. They were oddly seductive. One offered me a berry, which I took and ate.
It had a strange, alkaline taste, sweetish, like the berries of a belladonna plant. It burned my mouth awfully, and when I swallowed it made a horrible pain come alive in my stomach. I felt like I was being eaten from the inside out by acid. The lamia women laughed, and threw themselves into the river. The pain took over my whole body, and I collapsed. Through my swimming eyes I could see my body changing. I was becoming like them. I blacked out.

[Continued.]

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I reawakened in the hallway where I had begun, my "Nexus" if you will. I recognized the Lamia door, and took the one to the immediate left of it this time. There was no dramatic change-- this door simply led to a bedroom in theme with the hall, old world and ornate. There was an enormous, heavily draped bed, and on it lay the figure of a man. I drew aside the curtain and climbed into bed with him. I believe we spoke, but I don't remember the dialogue. I can only remember that we ended up having very intense and passionate sex (out of place, isn't it?) before he ran out on me. I found a dagger under the pillow, and stabbed him in the back as he struggled with the lock on the door. With that I was returned again to the Nexus.
I ignored the doors along the hall for the most part, suddenly feeling a strange draw to the one end of the hallway. I walked for a long time, the hall seemed to distend forever. Finally, the door grew larger, and I opened it despite that it appeared to be locked.
There was blackness until I closed it behind me. White light exploded into the room. It was the room I had occupied as a child, but warped horribly, like plastic held up to a flame. The walls and floor were twisted and distorted in some Lovecraftian geometry, my old toys sticking out halfway here and there from the walls and the closet door. My bed seemed gravitationally unaffected by the warp, and sat level on the floor, though it was bigger, and twisted as well. A pair of eyes stared at me from the darkness beneath. A flame started next to it. I smelled burning flesh.
Whatever it was, it was cooking my cat. I woke with a start in my childhood bed. My bedroom was no longer distorted, it was exactly the room I remembered. I peered under the bed. Nothing. Climbing out of the bed, I walked out of my door and down the hallway of the house where I grew up. Turning my head to peer into my mother's room, I saw a pair of eyes staring at me from beneath her bed.
Whatever it was, it was cooking my cat.

[End.]

Your dreams are so vivid and detailed. This would make a really great book.
I'll bet you wake up utterly terrified a lot, I know I would. D:
At the same time though, I almost wish my dreams were half as interesting. I think I'll start writing in my dream diary again, I quit for a while after it started getting tedious.
Thanks for bothering to post all of that. <3

>>91
I enjoyed it.
I do wake up in terror mostly, I'm a writer so my dreams are pretty intense. I have nightmares very often. I'll add some more when I'm in a writing mood. Write more, or draw if you're an artist. Hops up your dreams.

I'm jealous of you having such amazingly detailed dreams.

Great stuff, I'd love to read more. They somehow remind me of my own dreams, but in much more detail.

>>93

>I'm jealous of you having such amazingly detailed dreams.

Cool as it can be, sometimes it just isn't worth waking up sitting on a brix chimney.

Pic possibly related.

>>94
I know exactly how it feels, I've had detailed nightmares and such before, just not in a looong time.

Now I kinda miss it.

This one's fresh.

I was working in a corporate facility where scientists were genetically splicing mutated animals. I didn't see many of them, not being in a department that dealt directly with them but the ones I distinctly remembered appeared to be chimeras of canines, primates, and larger genuses of bears. They were kept locked up, under very tight security, however, there was an incident that went on while I was working in my cozy little lab (is that an oxymoron?) and a few of them escaped. Foolish as I am, I went to go help the guards catch these creatures, presumably by sedating them. They were enormous, and dangerous. I ran into one on my own, in a narrow hallway. It was a hulking abomination somewhat like a gorilla, but quite a bit bigger, with canine features. Knowing better, I attempted to run, but it caught my arm in it's jaws. My scream drew the guards, and I was helped, but immediately put into solitary confinement.

These were spliced creatures, unknown genuses. It was unclear what sort of diseases they carried. Therefore, instead of being released to possibly pose some kind of health hazard, I was shunned into a department working directly with the creatures, or more precisely, their young. If I carried a strain of disease that was passable to the creatures, their young would catch it first. The weak would die off, the strong would develop an immunity. These tiny creatures were positively grotesque, running the mill of any manner of strange and ugly combinations. Most disturbing were the ones who resembled humans. They were kept in little glass capsules, arranged like bassinets in a hospital. I tried not to look at them, but that proved to be a serious mistake. One creature with mottled green skin and vaguely humanoid limbs but an ugly, elongated, sharp toothed face seemed to be stronger than it's brethren. It escaped on it's own, and began eating the other young, turning the room into a wash of blood. I called the guards, but the thing got past them. Another escape occured in the confusion (in retrospect I theorize that the creations developed a hive mind), and this time, I tried to escape the facility too. I came close, but I was cornered by the same creature that bit me, and ended up being shot by the security.

All that, and not even a toriningen.

I was working in a hospital/lab/sanitarium in a decimated city. The only solid buildings that still stood were a large, futuristic military base, the hospital, and a radio station. People had built meager shelters in the wastes, unable or refusing to leave their hometown. The resident military, where once they had been no worse than cops abusing their authourity, had stepped it up; and thus sat more on the side of Nazis. They were abducting people and conducting experiments on them. Live subjects.
I was a first division scientist in the Mind Control and Subliminals sector of the military, a biochemist working with some kind of serum similar to the venom of an emerald jewel wasp-- it would block the neurotransmitters that normally associated with escape responses and the production of a type of dopamine (yes. I know all this even in my sleep), essentially zombifying whoever it's administered to. The military and and my division were collaborating: running the radio station, using it to send out signals that sounded to be nice, relaxing music; but were in truth full of subliminal messages designed to fry the brain and again, slowly turn the listener into a mindless, controllable shell.
I eventually started to question my work when I learned that the hospital was using the mental sensitivity caused by these radio waves to cause accidents so they could make money treating the victims, and that they were beginning to experiment on children. When I expressed my concerns, they strapped me to what appeared to be a dentist chair and put an odd looking apparatus on my head which sedated me and inserted a number of subliminal messages into my head. I was then freed and sent back to work completely dazed, but later I realized what had happened. I went beserk. Picking up a knife from god knows where, I slipped through the sector where I worked murdering everyone.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely, I suppose...

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Is it wierd that I have ALL of my senses in my dreams?

I can feel everything D: if I get an arm chopped off, I FEEL IT.

I had a nightmare once that I was tied down, and maggots were eating through the skin on my arms ; - ;

I woke up and panicked because I couldn't feel my arm, but it turned out i'd been laying on it, and it fell asleep xD

>>128
Nnnnope, I know exactly how that goes.
Bedtime. I'll see if I have any good ones. The last one I had involved being chased through a gingerbread mansion by a monster I couldn't see and a demon playing a piano made out of marshmallow, peppermint, and liquorice. I don't even know dude.

I love you. So, so very much.
You are an amazing writer and... God, just never stop dreaming, ok?

>>165
Why, thank you. I have a couple more to record, I'll get to those later tonight.

The single spotlight on the stage switched on over a bed with soft emerald green sheets. Really, the kind of bed anyone could simply curl up and die in. Three figures in black, hooded robes carried in an ailing girl, led by a fourth, who alternately appeared to have the face of a man and a death's head. The undertaker's assistants laid the girl on the bed, the spotlight catching the sweat on her feverish forehead as she tossed and panted in the head of the stage light and the consumptive sickness taking hold of her. The three hooded figures arranged themselves by the bed, one at the side, she other two at the top and bottom post respectively.
The undertaker opened his mouth, and one of the figures reached across the bed, into it, and pulled out a length of emerald green ribbon. The dying girl began to whimper. The three assistants leaned in over her, and with death's soft green tongue, began to mummify her all out of order, wrapping her haphazardly. The girl began to squirm, but the sickness was getting worse. They just kept wrapping her, over her wrist here, over her ankle there, around her belly and over one eye... all while the undertaker stood there with his mouth wide open. At some point the girl began to scream, but they wrapped the ribbon over her mouth, and within moments, she succumbed to the illness, and died. The performance was over.

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>>96
Where's that gif from?

>>171
Got it off 4chan's /gif/, someone said it was from a Savage Garden video.

If you don't mind me asking, how the hell do you do this? Some of the stuff in here could be made into a game, for real. Are you a good lucid dreamer or do you just fucking rock at remembering stuff? I'm jealous, like >>93 was lol

>>174
Dude, this is like only a fraction of the shit I remember. I wish I had someone to sit with me and just remind me of my dreams with prompts and record them.

I don't actually try to lucid dream. My mind has free reign when I'm asleep, so it shows me whatever it can put together. I remember them depending on how my day goes after I wake up and how intense the imagery was. Sometimes it's like I'm living it, sometimes it's grainy like an old film. They usually come back to me in bits and pieces.

>>175

I figured. It's just that I can't remember any of my dreams so well, like you do. Well, I do, but not as often... Ah well. It was worth a shot to ask.

I noticed that the more creative/cognitive/intellectual mental stimulation I have during the day, the more lucid my dreams get. I had one you guys are really gonna love, but I'm still trying to make enough sense of it to write it for you.

You guys. Ugh. This dream...
Facepalm
It was so epic, but it was so stupid.

I entered a flower shop on a rainy day, the door made a lovely little chime. It was oddly dark. The flowers were kept in the type of glass-front freezers you find in grocery stores. There was a young, beautiful woman behind the counter, with a kind face and bright eyes. She looked to be closing up the store. She smiled at me, and walked into a back room, leaving the door ajar. I wandered the shop, looking for nothing in particular, and found myself gravitating towards the door.
Boy, what a mistake that was. Past the door was a hallway bathed in a red diffuse glow, such as a dark room used for developing photos. I walked a few feet, clearly disoriented, noting the hallway slowly beginning to change. Red illuminated walls turned to flesh. Flesh began to pulse. Pulsing produced sticky, vile fluid. I came to a fork in the organic hallway, and a gunshot broke through the silence. I turned around to see... myself?
The flower shop girl was a doppleganger, and now it took my form. Presently, it was pointing a pistol in my face. I took off running, and a chase ensued through the repetitive hall of flesh. My doppleganger never seemed to run out of bullets. Finally, another door appeared before me, and I burst through it with gusto, slamming it behind me. I ended up in an airplane, flying over miles of beautiful, pastoral landscape close to sunset, which I could gaze at through the wide open door. It was characterized by big, open fields, trees, and little farmhouses dotting the land. What a change. I reveled in it until a bullet hit the back of the plane. I was trapped. Well, what was I to do?
I did the only thing I could. I jumped. The freefall was amazing. I flew like a skydiver for miles, peacefully. I got to look down on the beautiful landscape. It was like flying... until I realized that I actually was falling, and that I would hit the ground. Normally this would mean death, I die like that all the time in my dreams.
How wrong I was. How hilariously, absurdly wrong. I flew straight ahead, belly down, towards an open field, bracing for impact. Impact came in the form of landing face first in the grass, but instead of dying, I skidded 40+ feet across the plain, making an increasingly deep trench with my fucking face. I lay there, face down, marveling at my own survival, when I heard a voice behind me. I was rolled onto my back, and a foot slammed down on my chest. A gun pointed squarely between my eyes. My doppleganger gloated, before shooting me in the face.

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