This dream started with me at a house which was not mine, but in the dream I knew it was mine. I saw a lady and a kid (boy) going outside. As soon as I took a step outside the door, I was teleported to jail, and I got this info automatically in my mind that they were my wife and kid.
Then somehow I was outside of jail, and the next second I was in front of a building. There was no elevator in the building, so after a VERY LONG staircase I stopped in front of a house. Then I was teleported to a room where it was the kid and me, and I gave that kid a present. He was happy, but out of nowhere that lady (I think) grabbed my collar from behind, and the next second I was on a staircase crying with laughter—the same laugh I do in real life to decrease my anger or when I can’t break or hit someone. But while I was doing it in the dream, I felt nothing. There was no anger, just refreshment.
Then I stood up and started walking downwards. At one point there was a group of 4 people (3 boys, 1 girl). One of the boys came to me and offered me a taco from a silver tray full of tacos, which I refused by waving my hand and moved forward.
Before the end of the staircase, at the 2nd floor, I met my uncle who had a green Uber bag with not-so-familiar font. He said something, but I forgot. As soon as I touched the ground I was outside of a park which exists in real life—and then I woke up.
When I woke up it was refreshing. Nothing was in my mind, and the memory of the dream was fading away while I was trying to remember it.
Things I observed after I woke up
1. This dream came from my fear of becoming like my father
2. I knew every single character in this dream
3. I knew the building
4. My uncle is basically like an Uber food delivery guy (moving presents and food from one house to another)
5. The end of the staircase was made of metal, like the floor of a school bus with the same pattern
6. The only time I had tacos were after a fest in college in burger king
In this dream I was in a house which was not mine, possibly from a movie. I was coming towards this girl whose face I don’t remember anymore.
There was this white door with 4 mirrors separated by a “+” behind the stairs, and in front was a round table. Everything was decorated in white.
Suddenly the door started busting. I was going towards the door and saw 3 children in the dark outside wearing yellow shirts and sandy half jeans. They were smiling.
Then I saw a black revolver on the head of 1 child from the right, and the guy shot 3 bullet through 3 heads.
I ran to open the door but there was nothing. While I was looking, I saw green grass, a lamp, and another house—while listening to this high-pitch scream which woke me up.
So this dream came long after this incident that happened in my Taekwondo academy. It was almost 2 months after joining, and I had a crush on one of the coach’s daughters who used to replace him while he taught somewhere else. She was very cute and beautiful.
That day I was going to pay the fee, so I asked one of the girls there who I should give the money to, and the girl replied with – “do you think didi is a small girl?” (in my language). I said yes, thinking she was talking about the age. Then I gave the fee and left.
But the next day she also started staring at me.
I thought, am I being creepy? because I almost had my eyes on her. But suddenly she grouped everybody and screamed at me with stuff like “do you think I am small? This is how you respect your teachers?” etc.
At that time I got that guilty thing inside my throat while I was trying hard not to cry, and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Everything went silent.
And because I fear stages, my body started to shake since everyone was looking at me. But I controlled myself.
Afterwards at night, her father called me and said – “did you say she is a small girl? I thought you are a silent, shy guy but you are a bomb.” Also with other non-important stuff, he said that I made her cry.
That hurt a lot.
After that call, a few days later, I left the academy. Not because I was feeling bad, but because I felt left out and no one was really talking to me anymore, which felt like shit.
Now in the dream: I was sleeping on the bed, she came on me. I couldn’t move for some reason, and she started strangling me with her hands while screaming. (High-pitch screams make me angry.)
And then I woke up.
That was the whole dream.
For some reason I don’t remember the dream where my physical IRL body moves, but I notice my movement when I am seeing the dream as well as when I am half awake and half asleep. Also, sometimes I can hear the outside sounds in my dream. Sometimes that outside sound integrates with the dream, like that one time I was asleep in the sleep and an alarm clock (red color) which I do not have IRL started making the same sound my Android clock makes. I woke up from sleep, looked at that alarm clock, and woke up again. And sometimes the noise IRL is so powerful that I break free from the dream. I remember it, but it starts to fade away while I’m waking up.
Well, till now the movement I had in my body were:
Movement of thumb or index finger / both upside down or reverse — maybe due to I watch a LOT of Instagram reels (mainly left hand).
Movement of whole body like a flick.
Movement of right leg like a flick.
Movement of right hand thumb in a circle. It can be because of Android games, but I use the right thumb for shooting and left for movement.
So before this dream I had a French poem recitation in front of the class when I was in 5th, I think. And like everybody, I did not know shit. Also, I had stage fear (still have). So for the whole day, I was just repeating it, but it was not going into my mind. Eventually, I was fed up and decided to sleep at night. And in my dream, I was reciting it again and again and again. No one was in my house and I didn’t even notice that. I also didn’t notice I was in a dream.
When I woke up and started to bathe, I suddenly got this whole poem in my head like it was glued to every cell of my brain, and I was very happy. But for some reason, I forgot the poem and started reciting a broken poem when I actually started speaking. And when I got home, I got it again on my tongue.
Like this, in this dream I was reciting this big-ass answer of a history question repeatedly, which I was reciting in real life the day before the exam. But not like the previous case—I was able to write that shit in the exam alphabet by alphabet.
Note – In both of the dreams above I was walking the whole time while reciting. And IRL I usually walk while reading or repeating repeatedly.
Another dream was of this tool I was working on. I got stuck on a problem while coding, but somehow after I completed one of the best sleeps I ever had, my mind was empty and fresh, and I had the solution for the problem.
So before the dream, I would like to tell you that I used to go for tuitions for maths when I was in school. If I moved forward, there was a house, and at that house lived my crush — she was a hairy stick, but I liked her. Going further ahead, there was a grocery shop run by the mother of the tutor.
Now in this dream, I looked up and saw this building — just this one yellow-white building — which was at the right side of my crush’s house if my back was facing her house. Until that day, I had been going back and forth and never really looked at that building. But on that fine evening, I think it was 6:00 pm, I was going to the shop to buy something. While returning, I thought of taking that short route, but then to feel the weather I looked up — and I got a déjà vu. I was standing at the same spot, same building, same colors.
And the best part — I suddenly remembered that the weather in my dream was the same weather right now. For some reason, it calmed my mind, and I felt relaxed, like I had gotten the answer to a very tough question.
In this dream I was in my house with 4 or 5 friends. I knew them very well inside the dream, but as soon as I woke up I forgot who they were. We were standing in a circle in the hall (the relative area of the house), with all of our hands crossed, and all of them were staring at me.
I turned around and saw yellow light outside, so I went to the balcony door to check the weather (the door was closed). Suddenly a bright yellow/golden + white light started to come in. My eyes couldn’t handle it — I was trying hard to see. Then all of a sudden, I was flying horizontally.
While I was flying, I felt no emotion. Nothing. Maybe content, but I don’t know. As I flew back into the hall, I saw everyone else floating too, all of them still looking at me. I don’t know what happened next, but I woke up with my dick hard, and after that my mind was totally flushed and refreshed. I felt new — like my whole body had reset, the same feeling as getting a 24 hr sleep after not sleeping for a month.
In this dream I was in a dystopian world. I first saw a black-blue sky with electrical aqua-colored thunderstorms. When I started walking, at my very first step I heard a crunching noise. When I looked down, I realized I was walking on skulls.
Out of nowhere, it came to my mind that I was in a dream. So I thought — if I imagine something else, maybe this will be gone. While my eyes were closed in the dream, I was thinking about having sex with every girl I ever saw. At the same time, I saw a picture of the Terminator with the gun knob upside against his head. When I opened my eyes, I was in an area I recognized quickly — it was from Mr. Robot, where there were A-frame houses. I was standing in the lawn of one of those houses.
But then suddenly my father came running toward me from the lawn behind. I saw him by turning my neck, and I started running as fast as I could. While he transformed into something nasty, I again got reminded that this is a dream. So I closed my eyes again, and this time I woke up — with my dick hard as always.
Before waking up, something strange also happened. I felt like I was going down while an invisible tower was rising, and when I rose, the tower decreased. I could control my increase and decrease. It was weird but fun. It only happens when I have a fever — my eyes hurt like a lot of stress is on them, and that’s when I get this tower thingy.
Also, to do it again I tried to make myself understand that I was in a dream by repeating I am in a dream again and again. I was able to get into 2 dreams — I remember that I was awake in the dream, but I don’t remember the dream itself.
This dream took place when I was in school, around the time of The Love Making blog. In this dream I woke up in my room naked, and everything felt normal to me. I brushed, took a bath, drank milk, and went out for the bus — all naked. It all happened so quick I didn’t see any family member thank god.
After this I got on the bus and every student was naked. Then I realized I was in the naked world, but for some reason it felt normal to me. When I reached class I saw my crush naked. It was beautiful. I didn’t see anybody else, just her. She didn’t say anything, just kept looking into my eyes.
But then I started to feel embarrassed for some reason, like I was feeling shit. Then I woke up — and even after I woke up I was still feeling shit. As usual my dick was hard but there was no ejaculation. I think this dream happened around the time when I discovered masturbation. After this dream I never had any feeling for her, and I still don’t know why.
In this dream, I was on the bed with my friend, and I remember clearly that the background, for the first time instead of dark, was pink. In that, I fucked her, but her pussy was not hers—it was someone else's, I think someone from the porn. She also had hairs on her boobs and pussy. I think the reason for the boobs was that her face had a lot of pimples with hair, like an average Indian girl in her puberty.
We both were in school at that time and we were like best friends. I don't know about her, but I considered her my best friend. She also knew I had a crush on someone.
I think the reason was not her outer beauty (she was ugly) but her inner one. I said a lot of things to her—my personal stuff, which porn we both liked, and a LOT of stuff—which made me feel comfortable and open with her. Also, I think we both were in school from 6th to 12th, so that also might be the reason.
I forgot why I was writing this lol, but I think in that dream, instead of fucking her, I should have talked to her. But that never came in my mind—nothing came in my mind, just fuck fuck fuck.
Also, after I woke up, my dick was hard, but I did not ejaculate, nor did I have that same feeling I had in The Kiss blog.