DREAM-LOG

I had a dream that my mom and I bought a house together and were waiting a day or two before moving in, but some how somebody else bought the same house at the same time as us and had moved in instantly. I remember yelling at the woman and her husband who bought the house, to which they kept telling us to leave.

Then I was suddenly playing Bloxburg on roblox and some guy in the chat was saying something along the lines of 'you guys realize bloxburg was made to create castles and ornate historical buildings right. now all you guys do is make aesthetic family homes and roleplay.' I then started fighting with him going 'well roblox was made to be a physics engine, not a game.' It was some more back and forth before I was physically on a sea-side dock that looked like it was made in bloxburg, though it wasn't the actual one. There was a green cornerstore on it with a large exhaust pipe and a big sign that said FRIED CHICKEN. I was in line, I felt a little anxious because I was expecting my boyfriend to show up so he could choose what he wanted to order. I was at the register before he showed up, so then I just ordered for myself, I asked for a chicken wing. I don't remember what the guy at the register looked like, but he had opened up a door right infront of the register for me to step forth. I do so and there's a giant vat of grease center of the kitchen, but it's painted like a KFC bucket. It's boiling and I look inside. There was only one drumstick inside, but right next to it was what looked like a skinned person. It's muscles were wet and shimmery and some parts even looked gelatinized with dark red blood. It had round yellow eyes and a humanoid-dog hybrid facial structure with canine teeth. It stood out of the vat, which it was uneffected by the boiling grease. It stared at me the way I've never been stared at in a dream before, it felt like real life. I backed out of the kitchen back to the register as it stepped towards me, it was craning it's head as it closed in on me. It asked 'What would you like off of me? Keep in mind I'm too chewy yet.' while tugging at a strip of muscle from it's right upper arm, but the muscle acted more like a tendon given it's elasticity. I couldn't speak because I was so terrified, this I've seen a lot of scary weird things in my dreams but nothing seemed this physically real. 'What do you want? I have a lot.' It kept urging me to say what I wanted off of it, like it was what I was ordering. I remember how it's skinned lips moved unmistakenably human despite it obviously not being. I have never been spoken to in the way I have been in this dream, it didn't feel like something my brain was echoing throughout unconsciousness, it felt like something was actually speaking to me. I wanted to run, but then fucking teletubbies begin flying out from the exhaust pipe on the top of the building. I'm hearing that one teletubby background song, the one that's all bouncy and energetic and shit. They're coming out of the pipe one by one, flying overhead and this is somehow an attack to me. By the time this is happening, the skinned creature is gone. I start parkouring around in first person trying to shoot them with a harpoon or something before I woke up. I know exactly why I dreamt of that thing, because somebody was showing me their Springtrapped William outfit on PineRidge which frankly looked like beef jerky. Fuck you, stranger, I'm scared!

I had a multi-part dream, the first was that my boyfriend had invited some of his friends from his old behavioral program to our house. They were all some various kinds of alt and gay and were calling me a lesbian because I'm pre-T. I wasn't too upset at that, more so just anxious that there were atleast six strangers in my room. My boyfriend dissapeared and suddenly they're engaging in a 'cutting party'. Everybody is cutting themselves or somebody else, a girl in particular with a beanie and hair covering most of her eyes offering to cut me if I cut her. I declined and she ends up putting me against the wall and starts going ham on my wrists and my neck. They were superficial, they just beaded with blood and it didn't even sting. This flustered me and suddenly we're in the closet together and I'm going to cut her. There were two others in the closet cutting eachother and licking eachother's blood. Then my boyfriend opens the closet door, and there's a 'what's going on in here?' vibe, though he never spoke. I then remember being cautious of everybody else, like I was going to get in trouble for even speaking to anybody else. For some reason we had another room connected to our's and inside was a weird MarioKart countertop.. thing. It was supposed to be a store display of the game, which was a large tabletop plastic structure with a screen lining inside as the road which would display holographs of the characters as you'd control them. I remember one of the people going 'woah, you have this?' as they were playing with it and I just said 'yeah. it's a good thing I do.'

The environment changed and I was in a hotel room on the first floor right next to the lobby's entrance. It was very open and it had a back porch which was connected straight to the sidewalk outside. There was also no fence or anything closing the porch off, just some traffic cones and caution tape. This was supposed to be a college dorm that I was for some reason in. I was outside on the porch watching cars pass until a young man was dropped off out of a black subaru. He then just steps straight onto the porch of my room and starts heading to the door right past me, I stop him going 'hey, the entrance is that way, this is my house.' while pointing to the lobby entrance right next to my porch door. He just laughs at me and goes 'oh, sorry.' and keeps walking in. He was some white guy carrying a suitcase, he had that right-wing aura, and was heading towards the front door of my room I made the decision i would not let him leave because he was intruding my room. I materialized a pen and I tackled him from behind and stabbed it into the side of his neck, right where I'd imagine his jugular would be. Everything starts going red and he's gargling and I'm hit with whiplash as we hit the floor, the surroundings of my room turning into the lobby of the building despite never going through the door. He's crawling and he cannot get me off and two other men run at me to get me off. For some reason I decide to attack one of them, presumably security, and try to stab his neck with the same pen. But for some reason I just threw it at his throat like a projectile. He goes 'oh, you thought that would work?!' I'm embarassed and pull another pen out of nowhere and throw it again- he says 'You have to go back in time just to get me, this won't work.' This then pissed me off because he was right, I had to use my dream logic to do anything to him because I'm so frail and powerless. Then I just throw another pen at his throat and he sprays blood at me through his mouth.

I was back at my regular house with my boyfriend, though we now had a basement that we normally do not have. The walls were painted like the walls in FNAF and the floor was some kind of black vinyl, except everything was frosted over. Him and I didn't think anything of this, going 'YAYY FIGURE SKATING!' and running around on the slippery floor. There was a gallon of fake blood that had exploded on a counter in the basement and was a giant frozen stain. 'How are we going to get this out?!' I ask him and he goes 'Don't worry about it, it'll melt.' Which was very out of character- it's like our personalities switched. Suddenly I'm picking my face and I'm practically milking my pores of their hidden cyst's and it's amazingly satisfying until i look in the mirror and my forehead and cheeks are dark purplish-red stains of blood under my skin. I panic, because I've never bled so bad and I ask if he can look at it and call take me to the UC. He looks, and my face is normal. We go back upstairs and the house across the street is on fire and somebody is dressed as the Yellow Rabbit is running outside. I go 'HOLY SHIT WHAT'S HAPPENING?!', my boyfriend runs into our closet and returns in the Yellow Rabbit costume. In the blink of an eye he runs outside to join the other one, and I run outside to follow. Upon going outside a giant clock tower tolled, text overlays my vision that says 'CARNICOPIA IS HERE!'. People start running through the street in a panic as a small white car starts driving through the streets. It was a little smaller than a volkswagon beetle and sounded like it was remote controlled. The front of the vehicle had a glass dome encasing a brain with green fluid and disembodied teeth with large glowing green eyes extruding out of the dome. The headlights emit bright green light and it had a speaker on the top, which a loud spunky voice was roaring around terrorizing people. I can't articulate any character it sounded like. Maybe an evil Papyrus? The car spun around, cornering people, shouting and honking before going to the next victim. It was apparently some kind of neighborhood tradition I never knew about. I hid behind a large sign and was luckily not found. Then I was hit with a 'rejoining server' screen over my vision like it was a roblox game, and the neighborhood was back to normal.

There was a lot more to this dream but this is just the most tangible stuff I can make out from it, I like to write these things down for myself so that I can work on improving my memory of dreams and work towards having more vivid ones. Not sure why I keep having dreams about being hurt or hurting other people. I drew the girl & the car though!

I had a dream that i had some kind of technologically advanced beanbag. I think it heated up, had a massage/vibrate mode and was connected to a pair of led water speakers. Apparently it was shit because it short circuited and was smoking. I ran outside with it and hosed it down, somehow the fire only affected what was inside and the fabric outside became thin and see-through. Eventually it did burn out and was reduced to a wire frame. This was all while there was a party at my house which my mom was hosting. Once I came back inside I was naked and my stuff was strewn on the floor. It was a bunch of papers, drawings, clothes, pens, little indescribable trinkets. Oh and fucking dildos. A LOT OF DILDOS. ONES I DON'T EVEN OWN. I was panicked, not that I was naked in front of a bunch of people in my own home, but that my dildos were on the floor in front of my family. I guess I wasn't embarrassed if anybody else saw? I was scurrying to try and shove everything into respective Walmart bags while trying to play it cool. At some point I was done bagging all my stuff and nobody had seemed to have cared, sweet. There was then a bunkbed in the kitchen, it might have been the one from my dad's place when I was younger, and there was a big fat guy in a jester costume on the top bunk. It was blue, yellow and black and he looked awesome. I guess he was the only one who noticed I was naked or something as he was pointing at me as he was talking to another guy on the top bunk- which was my bunk. I had the bags of my stuff in my hands and I look out the backdoor and see the damn beanbag is on fire again, but like crazy. Huge flames spanning up the concrete wall and black smoke pouring out over it. I ran outside with my bags and tossed them into the fire before I began to extinguish it with the hose again.
Once the fire was out it seemed the party had decided to move outside, and there were suddenly tables and chairs laid out around me. I decided I was getting the hell out of there and I turn around and the jester's right behind me. He's smiling at me and playing with his hands nervously and asking me about stuff I don't remember. It was tender questions, it felt like he was just checking up on me, but they were asked in the way it felt as if he was masking some deceitful intent, like he was about to burst out with something out of left field. I got the subconscious knowledge he was setting me up to ask about sex being that I was female, which doesn't explain anything but that's just what I could tell. He never did though, since my answers weren't exciting enough and he seemed to get discouraged towards the end. I said bye and went back inside. I drew the jester because he was cool. I wish I wasn't such a submissive scaredy fuckup in my dreams because I would have sex with him.

Later I was in some kind of roblox game but it was in real life. I just remember those treadmill/moving walkways and lots of teleporters. I was working in a tourist trap set in Florida, which was a weird setting considering most roblox work games are set in cafes and diners. I remember one of the walls was collapsed, there looked to be a hurricane outside, and the building was OVERSTAFFED. They split stocking one shelf between another girl and me, we both had these bags of sauce with fish in them, three each, to both put into one display box. We were up in each other's faces setting it in one by one until all six were in. I remember she was very irritated that I was there. I don't know how this transitioned but at night the building turned into a roblox lost video/game hunting hub and there were tunnels underground with screens everybody was researching stuff on. I was running on the treadmill floors down a hallway and to a VIP door and I got this specific purple guy morph. This part was the blurriest, but I was just teleporting from room to room underground finding unlisted you tube videos somehow and publicizing them. I specifically remember somebody saying something I found was 'elite ball knowledge'. I don't even remember what it was, I think it was 2 bright yellow fursuit looking things hugging each other in a thumbnail.

I had a dream that they rereleased this backpack but the Foxy pocket was now Bonnie, on the right side and he was blue. I was crying that he was blue

I had a dream that I was lost at sea with my family trying to migrate to Canada..? It was up north, but there's not really a sea by Canada... maybe it was Lake Superior or one of those. The water was very cold and I lost track of my family in the waves. Somehow I washed onto shore and was met with a large brick wall which I climbed, and right behind was a log cabin. I was under the impression it was my boyfriend's house even though it looked nothing like it. I approach the door and I'm welcomed by his Grammy, so it had to be his house. She invited me in, saying something like 'Ohhh precious come on in here'. It was disheveled inside, almost entirely aged wood and hardly any significant light inside. There were a lot of cats. It was small and stuffy, yet had multiple doors and hallways spanning each wall, it was very crowded and frankly discombobulating. The Resident Evil 4 cabin comes to mind. I was sticking to Gram close because I was afraid, but I did wind up going to the fridge and it was empty other than what I could only describe as a plate of yellow jello or cake, maybe gelatinized bone marrow. I asked her what I could eat and a man from the other room behind a curtain said 'She misses the war times, she hasn't eaten again.'

I'm talking to her and suddenly a freaky skinny guy my age comes out, he's got a blonde buzzcut, bright blue eyes, scars on his arms and is wearing a blue tank top. It was supposed to be her grandson, but it wasn't my boyfriend. He was acting spastic, grabbing on my arm really tight and trying to pull me around, he seemed excited there was somebody new in the home. Then gram just goes 'Oh, he's allergic to metal if he's too much for you' and she points at a bucket hung on the wall full of rusted and corroded metal screws and bolts. I took one and it made my fingertip burn. I put it to his skin and it immediately smoked, sizzled and made a swollen hive and he screamed. It felt like some torture method you'd hear about in mental institutions from the 1900's.

Everytime gram left the room the guy would come to pounce onto me, hump me, pull me around, he was smiling and sneering while whispering weird shit to himself. I pushed him away and he got a knife out of the kitchen and was trying to attack me with it but I managed to hold him off. He would then just cycle in and out of the room to torment me, eventually coming back and asking me 'You ever swallow a razor blade?' which was supposed to be him trying to tell me to kill myself. I said ' I'm not suicidal' and he laughs, trying to swipe me with a razor blade he had just seemingly got. I started throwing some of the screws at him and running in circles around the kitchen table away from him. Somehow I wound up snagging the razorblade out of his hand and I asked why he was doing this and if he wanted me to cut him instead. He said 'sure you can try, but I'm still getting you' and then.. I just start grabbing his ass and running the blade across his skin?!?!? I don't know WHAT the fuck happened there. I then somehow had the knife and I was trying to smack his ass while holding it, and somehow that resulted in the blade stabbing into the spot between my index finger and thumb on my right hand. It was a sharp, staticy kind of pain that I felt when I sliced my fingertip off. I started to panic, saying something like 'shiiit.... uhh, hey I'm going to need to take a break..' and ever so intelligently I pulled the knife out and blood flowed right out of the wound down my arm. The guy then starts laughing maniacally, slowly turning to what I presume was to finish the job before I woke up. Stressful shit.

I had a disgusting dream that I was in a strange dirty house trying to have a goonathon in the bathroom. My boyfriend found me buttass naked on the nasty floor and said 'STOP WAIT FOR ME!!!' and I said 'Ughh ok.' and he takes hours doing homework for his job? I was impatient and I kept rearranging my dildos that I had lined up across the ledge of the bathtub. Then all of my family were in the house and I was playing some kind FNAF trying to keep them out of the bathroom. After some point I just start jerkin it without my boyfriend because you snooze you loose, and I was basically shitting out lube onto the carpet in the bathroom and stomping on it??? It was fucking disgusting

Then I was back in my regular bathroom with my boyfriend who was complaining he got a warning from his manager that his jeans were too long and creating a health hazard. I said something like 'Ugh why don't you just cut them off and pin them?' and he goes 'No that pokes me!' Then I said 'no the other direction like this.' I mounted the countertop and in the mirror I got a safety pin, stuck it into my nose like I was piercing my bridge and it somehow got stuck in my other piercing or something but the pin went straight into my brain and I was hit with a sharp pain digging into my head and tingling sensation all acorss my body. I tried to pull it out but it felt stuck inside and was making some crunching sounds. My vision began blacking out and I felt my body going weak, I just moaned out my boyfriend's name repeatedly as I began to loose consciousness. He just stood there and did nothing, he wasn't concerned. I don't blame him because why did I lobotomize myself?

I had a dream that I chopped my head off with a katana. As I did it it I was in third person, but as my head came off I was first person. My eye's didn't follow with the rest of my head however, the POV remained as it would as if I still had my head- I could see it on the floor in front of me. Blood spouted everywhere out my neck and my head was relieved of a ton of pressure, it felt fucking amazing as I started fading out of consciousness. I hope death feels that good.

I had a dream that I was in the mall and I was being raped on the floor by Raini Rodriguez from the Disney Channel.

I don't remember when this was, just sometime in my senior years or post HS. I had a dream that I had a cleaver and was hacking the lower half of my body off starting at the hips. I dismembered my lower legs from the hip joints and I started carving the flesh off of my hip bone until I could remove it entirely. I didn't feel any pain, but i remember holding my hip bone to my head in the mirror and seeing the bases of my femurs as my decapitated legs were on the floor.

In my orchestra class we were working on Pompt and Circumstance to play for the graduating class. We stood after school along with the band to practice as an ensemble, I think the real performance was just a few days away. I was a Freshman and it was my first time playing the song, but it was the same thing over and over again so it was easy to get the hang of. Being so repetitive, it was a fucking *earworm*. After practice I had to go home to my Dad's for the day until my mom could pick me up. I had to stay there often, his house was very dirty. It smelt like weed so bad it would turn into some kind of rotten bacon smell, and the smell coming from the drains of the house gave it a hint of sewage. His shower was deteriorated, the toilet was broken, there was no central air and his light switches didn't work. I went to go take a nap in my dirty bunkbed until my mom came. Since it was mid-May, July was right around the corner and in Arizona that's already in the 100's.

My dream was in a white void that seemed to have some sort of spiral stair cases. There were floors of the void, and surrounding the spirals were some strange monochromatic figures. I had walked through the isles of these figures as Pompt and Circumstance had played. They were black and white and just looked like some weird ass sprites from somebody's shitty psycological horror game... The best way I can decribe the gist is ''SOMETHING'' from Omori. (After I had the dream I drew a few of them, though now I don't have the image and I can't remember most) Of the two I remember was some centipede-like creature adorned with the head of a creepy girl on each end of it's body. The other was poorly drawn floating vagina with a decapitated finger sticking into it. This one terrified me because subconsciously, despite not being explicit or obvious, that this was supposed to be the vagina of a child and I was being told somebody was assaulted. I continued down this isle subjected to a few more weird ass things before I woke up drenched in sweat with a headache. This dream still irks me, it's filled me with fear, dread, and sympathy for a faceless and nonexistant girl. It really felt like there was a vague storyline. Maybe if I ever run across the drawings of the things I had seen I'll post them here.

I don't remember when this really took place. This point in my life I slept in my mom's room as my dad slept in mine in the midst of their divorce. I would sleep in her bed or on the couch, this time I was on the couch after an all-nighter on my laptop. This was the first time I had sleep paralysis and was the first and last time I'd seen any 'demons'. The curtains of the room weren't pulled entirely, leaving a little light to peer into the room. One of the double doors was ajar, and the clothes hung on the back of the door had warped into this tree guy. (insert picture here when i find it)

The TV was on, and in my state of conscious unconsciousness I would hear a garbled mess of sound, something like a deep 'surrusursursursursursur'. Through my ringing ears I interpreted the sound as the word 'source' being slurred over and over again. This was my longest sleep paralysis episode, since I began having it so often afterwards I learnt how to get out of it fast. I was terrified, I don't even remember what I did when I got up or anything, I just remember drawing this guy a lot on my schoolwork to bug the teachers out. Looking back on this I find it funny and I'm reminded of this guy everytime I see one of Doctor Nowhere's videos because of his 'tree-branch' motif.

School night, somewhere in Elementary. I've forgotten the details over the years, but the best I could describe of it was traversing through a string of rooms all visually akin to that of an I-SPY book. One room I remember the most was a room made up of brittle wooden boards with large spaces between each, white light peering through. It was a square yet tall room, the walls lined with shelf after shelf of dusty beige stuffed animals and vintage looking knick knacks. There was another room I had just showed up into, it reminded me of of a DOOM map, of just a square room with dark grey bricks lining the walls and ceiling over a grass floor. One of the walls then collapsed my direction, upon entering the new entrance I was met with an old lady on a rocking chair. She looked like Muriel from Courage the Cowardly Dog, and I think she just warped into a skeleton. There was a brick maze behind her, and that is all I remember. I do remember telling everybody about the dream the next day and nobody really cared.

School night. I was in my new bedroom where I didn't have to share the room with my brother. Had a dream that the floor was covered in spiders, snakes and bugs. The first nightmare I remember.

The first dream(?) I remember was when I was in a crib in our first house after moving out of our trailer. I was 2 or 3 and I had been sick with something and I was drinking sprite out of a sippy cup for my sore throat. It was mid-day I fell asleep, and I dreamt of a baby Elmo doll in a diaper waddling around what looked to be a rainy newyork road. It was nighttime and the only light was the headlights of a taxi and the red, yellow and green stoplights reflecting off of the puddles of water. It was third person, I followed Elmo as I watched him struggle to climb an iron fence to get to the road. He had made it over and stood on the sidewalk in a puddle. I was met with a nice warm feeling. I then woke up and found I pissed myself. Now I say this is a 'dream(?)' because I feel like this was such a vivid memory that i've had the notion it could've been a pamper's commercial or something. A few brief searches brought up nothing, but for all I know it could be lost media.