Topic: The PKMN.NET Dream Diary

[Wrath of Zuruggu]

There was this one dream I had where I was running through a house (that later turned into some kind of pirate ship, then back into a house, but a different house from the first house) with a group of people I've never actually met, sneaking around to avoid some other people (I think they were pirates. Not sure why there were pirates in my dream, considering I have no interest in them, but whatever) while a tornado slowly torn up the house/pirate ship (there are also a lot of tornados in my dreams for some reason).

These are the kinds of dreams I have all the time! I'm glad someone else has as vivid an imagination : P

I keep having dreams lately about hugging great apes. The last one was a baby chimp in a zoo and I asked her chimpy mother if I could hold her and give her a hug and her chimpy mother said yes, then I gave her a hug and her chimpy mother turned into a zoo keeper.

There was this other funny one tho where I had to get a giant blue bull out of a red field (the sky was purple) so I waved a piece of paper in front of it to make it charge me but as I moved out of the way of the charge it turned into an angry silverback gorilla. So I hugged the gorilla really hard to make him not sad any more and said, "ruok?" and he said, "I am now lol" and all was cool.

[Kerou 犠牲]

Well I just had a dream where I was in some weird ass woods, being circled by like, panthers and dudes and stuff. Then I get stabbed and passed out, before waking up (in dream) in prison with two of the dudes and had to escape them shivving me by jumping on red and black patterned bouncy mattresses. I don't know if I went shivless for the night because I woke up just as I got near the top.

=v

[Sizacu]

Oh, this is really convenient for me! I rarely remember my dreams but when I do they usually leave me feeling a little uncomfortable.

This was from a few nights ago: I was in this ruins-but-not-quite (think of destroyed houses with just the walls left standing made of a powder blue marble. Everything was made of this marble material) and saw two boys running around with who I believe was the father nearby. I walk away I think, but then when I come back I find that the father is being escorted into one of those homes looking really worried with a man in a black suit holding a gun. I hear a gun shot and what was probably blood splattering on the ground, then see that one of the boys is running to the home the two men were went into. I tried to run after him to stop him from seeing what happened (I think I could also see what happened but in my head? If that makes sense..) but I'm just standing, shocked. He runs out of the house screaming, and then I wake up.

[lets all go out for some frosty chocolate milkshakes]

i dreamt i was chasing a plate of buffalo wings around a table

[The Shrub Dragon]

i dreamed that my youth theatre did a showcase and all the girls were dressed in hot pink and black dresses and the boys were in black trousers and hot pink t-shirts with black suspenders and i sang being alive from company and then forgot the choreography for take it like a man.

[Delicious_Scout]

This was my dream two days ago:

I had an intuition, or even the certainty that I had to escape from my home, as I was to blame by my parents for something terrible. Without hesitation, I prepared a gargantuan blue bag with clothes (including my suit), my laptop, all 3DS games that were of my own property, my Swiss Army knife, and food, as well as a water bottle. Where to go was not certain, but I was sure that going North would be a wise choice due to the fact I can defend myself in English.

I left the province of Barcelona to reach Girona; the air was dry, roads desolate, almost without any car passing by, and even fewer stopping to pick up the prostitutes that usually stay in the shoulder of the road. I felt icky whenever this transaction happened, and my body was getting weaker by moments. And it would feel worse in La Jonquera, the border town that divides France with Catalonia/Spain. I saw the gigantic brothel, loads of lorries parked next to it, no one but a few border guards and hookers on their duties; I had to trespass, and I trespassed the line. The Mayan temple one can see on the hill next to the road seemed happy; it was, perhaps, how it was built.

I, of course, went North, in hope of finding a source of food, water, and hygiene, or at least one of them. Town, roads, isolation, and a slightly moist weather were my partners during my journey, and I eventually hit Paris, after weeks walking and knowing I was beeing wanted due to my disappearance. No news about me in newspapers meant I could easily continue, but then a French young lady insisted on bringing me to her apartment. Although I was completely aware I had prosopagnosia, I had the feeling she was a very beautiful individual in all regards; and accepting aid from her was unacceptable for my standards, I had to leave, and I left.

La Manche channel was closer, rain was more common, my body was close to become the likes of a skeleton. The price to reach England was too expensive, and swimming was, and is, a dangerous idea both theorically and in practice; I had to work in the ship in charge of carrying cars from one country to the other for days, but at the very last I could reach the English coast, which I already knew. I was aware I could not see the Sun ever again, which meant nothing, as my mood and my feet were already black. Those roads were classier than Spanish ones, greener, and with more drivers on them. I got into a town, got inside a train, and stopped at Worthing; I had the obligation to see how much it changed, and, apparently, time froze, as it was identical to the Worthing I remembered from years ago. I took the next train, and I found myself in London. Unlike France, in London I was able to bargain with almost everyone... and everything faded away.

I woke up next to a platform surrounded by a mass of water, apparently a sea or a very wide river. I put on the swimming fins I got next to me, and I swam until I reached a pier, not without before stopping and diving because something fell in order to catch that. After that, I stood in a line of people, and everything faded away. In a 2D style, some participants had to run through a rainforest to reach the end, avoiding some leathal traps consisting of wooden pieces falling off; unfortunately, I was a spectator and I witnessed the death of at least three contestants.

A black screen later, I abandoned the pier and found myself again; London changed to the point of looking like Manhattan; I found Alice, and myself being in extensive help after that odd succession of events, asked her for some. She seemed surprised, and even scared; I did not have the chance to check how I was, just to keep going. At last, she accepted, and had to run away because their parents and Ed were discussing about Jana being a bad influence on her (?!). I had the chance to talk to Lewis as well, and became his majordomo for some days, pleasing all his demands and Tasha's; I left when he was about to start his stream along her.

No one was searching me, I was in the North; an emptiness sensation was all I got left in my body. There was nothing stopping me to keep going North. I eventually hit Scotland; I could almost swim due to the heavy rain. It was not a nice place to stay; a lightning could strike anyone or anything, nothing could be seen. I hit a town, later a city, I found a girl named Courtney who apparently recognised me, and realised it was Inferna.  Stayed in her place for some days, left at midnight, when she was asleep because of her projects.

I went North, I reached a cliff. I went North, I fell; rocks were piercing my body, I was not dying. "Why won't I die!".  I never died, I was immortal, damned to feel an otherwise unbearable pain for ever. And ever.

[Spriter]

Had a dream where N featured yet again, sparked a dodgy mood over the last few days:

I was talking to her in real life and like, I walked over to her and my heart just like, sank as soon as she looked at me. Then suddenly we were messaging each other, when people outside the conversation started posting about what I had said to N in the past. It was like, they were posting what they thought about what I had said and some people said bad things about me. One person in particular made a big rant about it, but then I woke up.

Maybe I fear those new people I've met knowing what I said?

[SirBlaziken]

Just dreamed that a story that I was writing was real and that I was in the middle of a situation that I was just in the middle of writing before I stopped. Guess it was a good idea or I wouldn't keep getting ideas.

[Kpyna]

So I've been trying real hard to get back into the groove of remembering my dreams every night, and I finally remembered one for more than a couple moments. I was at a secret santa party with my family, and each family member was allowed to bring one friend just to make the party interesting. My grandmother brought one of her friends from teaching who was clearly in her 80s. I had gotten my secret santa match in the days before, I believe it was for one of my younger cousins and I really went all out on the present. Then it turns out my secret santa is my grandmother's 80 year old friend, who gave me a piece of paper with "Free $9 coffee at Dunkin Donuts" clearly written in her own handwriting. Cue fake gratitude.

[The Shrub Dragon]

i had two dreams last night
the first was that ethan off casualty wasn't feeling very well but a playlist of harry potter music made him feel better
and the second was that my friend had been in jail and while she was there she put me and my friend on her hit list for 'selling her out'

[palladium]

i guess this isn't so much of a "diary" as it is a strange occurrence

about six months ago i had some dream that i was building a set of stairs at our school in the auditorium with this guy who i haven't seen in years since he graduated from high school

on sunday, i was working at the school and helping out with set design, and i got tasked with building a stair railing. the aforementioned guy happened to be there that day (he periodically helps out with construction and lighting) and he was going to give me the specs for the railing

out of nowhere, halfway through me hammering in a 2x4, i got chills because i was looking at exactly an image i had vividly remembered from the dream six months earlier; i hadn't even remembered i had that dream up until that point, to which i zoned out for a solid 30 seconds and just played it off

[Delicious_Scout]

This is a dream I had some days ago, when I apparently had fever, around 40º, and I felt cold since years ago:

It was by night, and I found myself in a dark little roomwith two beds and one matress to the floor; in that matress, the one sleeping was me, but I was not alone, as two people were occupying the beds. By their smell, I came to the conclusion they were girls, and even further, I had the feeling I knew who they were. My supposition was right and unveiled along the body under the blanket of one of the beds: "I must study", Isa said. Before the other one said a thing, I knew what was going to befall: an "okay" by Mònica. "Okay", she said.

That was clearly a déjà senti because I heard that experience from Mònica herself, but obviously not lived it; and if that was a déjà senti, I could break the fourth wall by forcing myself to admit that was a dream and act the way I wanted; I had the power to annihilate and create anything. My most degenerate dreams could come true, just by then. And the wish that popped out of my head right in that very moment was to let her study. "Morality... wild... I don't think the line between them is now weak, but very strong, and I am in the tamed's side".

That matress, despite being rather comfortable, was not of my taste; I could not sleep, partially because of the matress and because I was thinking that dreaming inside a dream would be close to moronic, especially when I knew what was about to happen; some minutes later that thought, the agonic student's voice could be heard in the entire flat: "I can't do it! Why is it by day!".Something was different; Mònica was not willing to wake up, maybe due to the fact she might know that was a dream. In any event, I stood up and walked to the direction of pain.

...

I was next to her; what was self-reliance before turned into doubts, I no longer knew the outcome of whatever I would do, but something had to be done. In a pinch, I turned off the light and asked her whether she fell asleep (this is what she did in the original version). I felt myself in the moral obligation to tell her that because of her outstanding intelligence she would do great, especially if she went to rest if she felt tired; otherwise, I would have to tie her up in bed. Following my advise, and both knowing my last statement sounded like an innuendo, she returned to the common room.

3:40 AM, peaceful night. I could not sleep. Following the rules of the mortal, I woke up, dressed up, and carefully left the flat. Barcelona by night is not gentle, even during June. The moisture of the air could rust most metals, drunken fools were wandering around the valley, and some around where our flat is, in the high part of Barcelona. The Metro station was not open yet, so I had to walk literally down the streets. At the beginning of Carrer Lepanto, I could not help but think about Alex: "I sell Propane and Propane accessories". "No, not like that", I said. And the correct thought appeared: "It's a shame I didn't appear in your dream. I would like to go on an adventure with you". Quite easy to accomplish, since he was the one saying that in a bubble; I just had to pick him and bring him down to Earth. "What's the plan?". "I have brought you here from the Realm of Hypno to request your aid; our people need a quiet night to perform the best in their exams, and myself being in their very space is counterproductive. I require your help, Alex, to isolate me from them. In order to achieve such feat we shall wonder through this city until the dawn, and the very dawn shall be the detonating agent of their breakfast and great day". "But what will happen to you after the dawn?". "I? I don't know. This is irrelevant". "It shouldn't if this is your dream". "This is my dream, yes, and my willingness is to let them do great in their exams, without caring about what happens to me. Let us keep moving".

I lied. My intention was not to pass the night, but to go straight to their University, which could be found just reaching the very end of the street, which lead to the beach, the casino, and one of the hospitals of the city. Alex was not, and is not, silly, and soon noticed my intentions. "What are you doing?". "What do you mean?". "You are just going down the street. What are you hiding?". "You know, it was not my intention to just pass the night. Tell me, what would you die for?". "Not this again, Marti, please". "It is Martí, and now I just remembered you got that job, you could get that roost, and you are finally not depressed. It has been an error by my part to bring you with me and tell you a lie. Please, return to your home, and have a nice, deserved rest".

5:02 AM. The Sun would rise soon. Alex was hopefully in his home, having the rest he needed for a long time. My pace was sluggish, intending to blend with some of those zombies that were suffering a hangover. My intention was to enjoy the street, witnessing the magnificent pieces of art that some storefronts were. In concrete, the ones that displayed wooden toys were the ones that amused me the most, bringing joy to my heart for short because I was surrounded by drunken fools, potential criminals, and my fear of the girls not being fine in their flat. "Ha, I did not get the keys".

5:57 AM. The first sunbeams finally woke up. As they did. I found myself one hundred metres away from the Zoo, which very close to their university. I looked up, to the sky, and closing my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Isa was behind me.

"You weren't there for breakfast". "It has not been a long night for you only. But this is a story I can not tell you". "Martí, why... what are you doing?". "Just not messing up the natural order. I beg you to return to where you are needed; what is not to like?". "...". "... All right?" "Alright. Adéu, Martí".

She did not vanish; it was a dream. I reached their university, and it was like I remembered it; a family rathole. Everyone knew each other, it was not the best centre, and bad things tend to happen, not to say most people from there take advantage of excursions to other universities or museums to leave that building for a while. "I can not do anything. I know their journey has been long and hard, not like my attempt of walk from their warren to here. I shall leave to my home, or even further".

It was by day, I could not turn off any light to keep dreaming next to them. I validated my ticket and fooled around with it using the Metro for a long time. At 11:50 I found myself in Plaça Catalunya ready to take the train to my home. Isa was there. Alex was there. Doctor Pereira (Mònica and Isa's teacher) was there. Everyone related to that dream was there, and it was not my intention to keep them there. They were not there. I pulled out my 3DS out of the pocket of my trouders and wondered if Isa's turtle pet, which was a Chelonian, liked "Animal Crossing: New Leaf". "This... is this how it changes? We would have talked, like we did in the physical world. Another day alone. Is this my power?".

I was unable to leave the train yet. I had to reach a new... a new something. The train reached the final destination, Massanet. It was a gigantic green valley whose only piece of technology was the train station. "Anna could have been there before", I thought. And that horrified me. I went into the woods, and lost myself. All of a sudden, nothing mattered; I could walk anywhere, no matter the density of its surface. I could walk on a healthy tree, on air, even upside down. I reached the skies, and I could see Kaito found a partner for life, and other incredible tales. Everyone was happy, my isolation above everyone else's grasp might have been the cause. That did not matter, though; everyone was happy.

[Kerou 犠牲]

Whoa Martí that's crazy at 5:02 I started reading that post -cue X Files music-

[Milsap]

I always know when I'm going to have a nightmare, and they always end the same way.

Imagine a perfectly lit room, like it's daylight, but all around it's black as if it's night time. Basically- a black room/area but with no lights on, which adds to the weirdness.

And then I get jumped. The worst was on holiday when I was fetching something out the boot of the car in one of these environments and then I get jumped by something that's not there. Either it's the missus trying to cuddle me or it's something else.

Actually- Let's blame it on her. She doesn't read any of this, it's fine.

[Shaymin]

last night i had a dream that my actual dream (being a youtuber) came true and i was living in la and friends with the game grumps and markiplier
then i woke up and was sad cause it wasn't real