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ONE TIME I HAD A DREAM WHERE I WAS AT SCHOOL.

And all of the sudden, we went into code red. I ran for the Art room, which I knew is so small they would never go for it. I kept down and was freaking out about dying, which scared the stuff out of me and I felt terrible for not being with my parents, and being helped by them. Fortunately, this guy was some old geezer. He was insane though. I ran outside, which outside this time was the size of loving central park, and so I ran away. I asked him if I could run and get some food, and being an old geezer, he said yes, but to return soon. I used a jetpack to get the food, but didn't get the food, I just jetpacked to my house and was whisked to my parents safety, who kept this guy away from me at night. For the entire dream, I debated whether to have the guy find and kill me. Which he didn't.

People are creative in their dreams
people don't really control their dreams at all
dreaming is only limited by your imagination
it's actually limited by what you know.\

sure it's things people thought of but i feel like it doesn't go in creativity.

I had a dream that felt very long. It consisted of me waking up every morning, walking over my mirror and seeing no reflection. Then I would go about my day, and then go to sleep. This repeated for what felt like weeks. One day, I woke up, but it was dark outside and my lights were very dim. I went over to my mirror, and there was a faceless version of myself. I felt sorry for it, so I picked up a pen, and drew on the mirror. I gave it eyes to see, a mouth so I could talk to it, and ears so it could listen to me. Oh but the eyes, far too bulbous and large, the mouth stretched from ear to ear and when I smiled slightly, it gave a creepy, toothed grin.

I stared at this "reflection" for a long time, completely frozen. Then the mirror began to crack, and I woke up. I really hated that dream.



I also have this one recurring dream. I am standing at the top of a staircase (a different one each time) and I suddenly feel something hurl me off the top of it, and I wake up before I hit the ground. I never tumble down the staircase, I am thrown off the top.
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I also have this one recurring dream. I am standing at the top of a staircase (a different one each time) and I suddenly feel something hurl me off the top of it, and I wake up before I hit the ground. I never tumble down the staircase, I am thrown off the top.
I have that same exact dream.

Had a creepy one one time.
I was standing in Blood Gulch/Coagulation (Halo 1/2 map) and I was walking into one of the bases. There was a mirror in there. I looked into it, and saw something behind me. I looked behind me, but nothing was there. I looked again at the mirror, nothing was there. When I looked back around, something was there. Don't remember what it looked like, but trying to imagine this gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Had a creepy one one time.
I was standing in Blood Gulch/Coagulation (Halo 1/2 map) and I was walking into one of the bases. There was a mirror in there. I looked into it, and saw something behind me. I looked behind me, but nothing was there. I looked again at the mirror, nothing was there. When I looked back around, something was there. Don't remember what it looked like, but trying to imagine this gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Was it Tucker's kid?

I remember I used to have the same dream where I would be in my house at the top of the stairs and I would jump to the bottom in slow motion as if I was going to die.  I would always wake up before I would hit the ground though.

yeah guys
most of the time you dont wanna look in a mirror in a dream.

I wasn't, though I do alot.
I would rather not share those dreams.

let me guess
half of them are the most terrifying nightmares
the other half is wet dreams that end in even more terrifying nightmares

Omg I just woke up from this crazy dream
I was being attacked by my bed.
It was
Creepier then it sounds
I was just laying there, and then it bit off my hands, so I ran around screaming with bloody hands and then it bit off my legs, while I was wriggling around bloody and missing limbs, then it swallowed me.

Last night I had a dream, I forget most of it but i'll tell what I can.
I was in a school/college I never been in before, I went to class and the teacher pushed a bear in the window and it starting chasing and killing everyone.

I had a dream I was in a movie theater, and there was this popcorn machine with a hole in the wood paneling on the lower side. It dispensed potato chips.


Last night I had a lucid dream where I made a phone gun.
I shot people with phones.
Then my mother came up to me and broke a mirror over my head, except i went into the mirror as if it was a portal and I got sucked into a Lucid Nightmare.
it was awful

This was an interesting dream I had a few weeks ago:

It was a dark and stormy night... (in my dream, not irl) I woke up (once again, in my dream) to me and my friends sitting at our lunch table at our school, with all the other students there. But something wasn't right.

We were all wearing orange shirts.
We were in a prison.
(I suppose you could say it's late night detention or something)

I freaked out for a split second.
I didn't yell or anything, my heart just jumped.

I then noticed the "guards" were the teachers, blocking the hallways.

Later on, I noticed that one of the teachers guarding the main exit was gone.
(pro security right here folks)

I don't know how, but I somehow managed to sneak past everyone to get to the main exit.

I sighed a sigh of relief.
(I forgot to mention, there were school buses outside)

When I noticed the school buses, I quickly paniced and somehow, no one noticed me AGAIN when I walked around the side of the building.

I then noticed that some of the students were following me.
I freaked out again, cause I realized that it would make it much easier for me to get caught.

I quickly began to take off my orange shirt.
There was another one under it.
There was another one under that one too.
Then it was my T-shirt.

I tried taking off a tag that I only noticed was there till now, but couldn't get it off.
This tag marked me as a criminal.

When about 3 of the students were outside, a guard spotted them, and me.
(I also forgot to mention, my irl school isn't on a hill, but this one is.)

I quickly, faster than I ever ran before, down the hill, with rain in my face and the wind blowing past my ears.

Of course, the other students were following me, along with the guards.

I somehow manage to get to my house without getting caught.

I got out my key from my pocket, and quickly got in the door.

Nobody was home, not even my pets.
I didn't seem to care, though.

I quickly ran upstairs, to my bedroom, and jumped on the bed.

The moment I touched it I woke up by my alarm.


Wow, I should wright a book or something!