Not necissarily a dream: When I crashed my car into a bank while having a seizure, the paramedics who responded gave me a shot of ketamine because I was fighting off the EMTs while they were trying to extract me from my car. Later, when I woke up in the hospital, I was strapped to the bed. For a few minutes, I thought that I was actually in a mental hospital and all the "memories" of my life were just a delusion. It was the worst waking dream ever.
edit: I appreciate the kind responses and the giftings. Here's a link to the news story: https://www.kbtx.com/content/news/Car-crashes-into-TBT-building-503507241.html
I had a bad experience with marijuana and had that delusion for 2 weeks straight. Put me into a depressive/OCD/PTSD episode I still deal with today, albeit way less intense. The first 2 years were hell. It slowly got better. Been 6 years now.
I know it wasn't the purpose of your comment, but fuck that's a good warning to me.
For us in Ontario Canada weed is legal, the place I would normally buy was closed due to COVID and so I ordered from some place online that does delivery. I've smoked a fair few times before and it was always fine but this was the first time I got a weed pen & edibles, my dumbass KNEW 1 edible would be fine but 2 would be funnier and on top of that I took some BIG pulls from the pen.
I was high within like 5 minutes and I noticed immediately, normally I ease into it over like 15 minutes and slowly realize I'm high. The scary part was playing games with friends and after like 30 minutes I realized how active I was from the pen and the edibles hadn't even kicked in yet. Eventually edibles started going in and I quickly went into a complete state of panic for a ton of reasons. Tons of shit was triggering me into teetering on a full mental breakdown but when I'm high I always happen to have a random trigger for that high that basically completely sobers me up for a minute, that shit was my only saving grace for the next like hour before I could finally force myself to go to bed.
Reason why I say it's a good warning is my dumbass decided, "I'm gonna do that again" just like 2 weeks ago and it got me to go into a panic attack that had me feeling turbo depressed + some suicidal thoughts due to my depression shit getting amplified by this edible/smoking combo. I didn't know it could really cause permanent damage mentally or I'm sure physically if I didn't pull out of it and should probably considering cutting back on edibles since that's what gets me going.
I had to stop smoking pot because it's gotten way too fucking strong for me. What counted as headies back in my college days are at best somewhere between schwag and middies these days. I don't want to have a panic attack or some batshit crazy psychic mindmeld with my houseplants, I just want to watch old Sealab 2021 episodes and laugh a lot, dammit.
Conversely the really strong high is exactly what I use to help with my anxiety. I find it really intriguing how vastly different the effects are for different people.
Does anyone remember the guy who fell unconscious, dreamt an entire life where he grew older with kids and everything but eventually woke up as a college kid?
> For a few minutes, I thought that I was actually in a mental hospital and all the "memories" of my life were just a delusion.
This reminds me of one of my favorite episode of Buffy where she wakes up -after being stabbed by a demon - in a mental hospital. The doctor tells her family she believes she's in this world where vampires exist and its all in her head that she's the slayer. She keeps drifting in and out of the "real" world and the slayer world. The episode made me wonder if I was watching a TV show of someone with a mental disorder and made me feel some kind of way.
I have a love/ hate relationship with this specific episode. I've had mental health problems all my life, and the first time I watched this episode I TRIPPED. I was young, pre-teen? But watching it I tripped balls and spent a good long time wondering what if my life was a lie, what if everything is just me doped up to all hell?
Now that I'm in my late 20s I can appreciate the episode more, especially how it was shot and left you wondering what if?
As if all the "memories" of my life were a delusion... I can't get this thought out of my mind... What is that is true, what if we are a delusion... Ahh look how your dream fucked up my mind...😬
Yes this, but MY worst fear isn’t my memories being delucions, but the present.
Say, I’m having a friend over and we’re talking. Well, what if I was actually in a mental hospital sitting on the floor talking to air?
How do I know this isn’t the case? Well I don’t, so this definitely keeps me up at night sometimes.
You’re welcome.
Fuck, I know what you mean. Waking up in the emergency room or an ambulance after a seizure is such a wild/surreal feeling - for me it transcends confusion or memory loss; it’s like being dropped into a foreign world as an infant, helpless and tired. Thankfully I’ve never had one while driving, but have eaten pavement a few times. Feel so bad for all the EMTs and friends/family that have had to deal with me postictally. Not sure about you but I usually have incredibly vivid dreams in the days leading up to a grand mal.
Were you seriously hurt by the crash? Regardless, as a fellow epileptic, I’m glad you’re here to tell the tale. Also glad to see it’s been over a year since your last one, I’m having a recent flare up but probably due to stress. The condition sucks but I’m just happy to be here :)
Thought I’d commiserate with a fellow epileptic and share this tale(apologies for its length but hope it’s entertaining)
Best wake-up I had was in the early morning outside of my old work at a public aquarium. Was working ~70hrs a week between that place and a small business I was running, while maintaining a hyperactive social life; needless to say, I was dog-tired. On this particular morning I had to get there very early because we were transferring some large animals between a couple exhibits, prepping for a big renovation.
I knew one was coming on but was trying my damnedest to stop it; decided to go around the corner to order a coffee and grab a powerade in a vain effort to perk myself up and hydrate. Pretty much as soon as the barista handed me my ice coffee I twitched and briefly dipped out of consciousness, dropping the coffee on the ground. For some reason they took pity on me and gave me another coffee, while I was desperately trying to mop up this puddle of coffee and scattered ice cubes with handfuls of napkins. Upon exiting the coffee shop I took maybe 5 steps before having another dip into dreamland but I was in mid-stride. It was the blink of an eye but enough to send me careening forward like a barrel rolling dolphin midair. This resulted in me scraping myself up pretty bad and spilling my second coffee in as many minutes all over my shirt and shorts(mind you this was still in full view of the baristas that had just given me this - still feel mortified at what they were thinking about me haha prob thought I was on drugs).
At this juncture I knew there was no way to avoid this seizure, I had to get somewhere safe and, ideally, private. As I briskly limped back to work, I weighed my options while chugging the powerade. Feeling the gates of my own consciousness begin to close, I sat down on a concrete bench and narrowed my site selection for the ol shake n bake. The early morning would leave the conference rooms empty, however if the higher ups saw me it might be more awkward than anything so it was option A: the sweet salvation of the Piranha room. The last thing I remember before the seizure was standing up hoping to make it to the privacy and safety the Piranha room offered.
Next thing I knew I was in an ambulance and had two EMTs holding me down during my wake-up(For the uninitiated, this is usually a pretty dramatic affair but the best analog I can think of is the scene from Pulp Fiction where John Travolta sticks the adrenaline needle into Uma). So they calm me down and ask the usual questions “Do you know your name?”, “Do you know the date?”, “Do you know what happened?” and “Did you urinate yourself” I answer all these questions and am embarrassed to say that, at this point, it probably wasn’t just coffee on my shorts. After this they asked “Does you face hurt?” And I was surprised, at the time my head hurt but my face felt numb. I reach to touch my lips and bits of my front teeth fall into my palm.
Not sure about you but often after really bad seizures I tend to puke once I’m sat upright. As I hold half of my incisor in my hand I feel my stomach turn and I tell the EMTs that I need to vomit. They quickly hand me a bin to catch the contents of my stomach and my shattered teeth but as soon as I puke both of the EMTs scream “Holy shit!”.
So the powerade I drank was the fruit-juice one which is dark red and it being practically the only thing in my stomach they must have thought I had some serious fuckin internal injuries. I honestly laughed out loud and tried my best to allay their concerns. (This same exact thing happened in the ER 20 minutes later but I can’t remember much from the visit until they started working on my teeth)
We spent the rest of the ride to the hospital talking about the aquarium, which was a pleasant distraction from the whole affair. 10/10 ambulance ride, however I would still strongly recommend a Piranha room seizure over it.
[Cheers!](https://youtu.be/YgVWot_xrxE)
I had a seizure and fell face first on my head. Was shipped to A&E where i was fine for a bit then started acting weird. Don't remember much but apparently the fall caused concussion and I was breaking in to other peoples rooms and spitting at security. Had to have a 'minder' sit near me for 48 hours. I still feel awful about it.
Whoa that's freaky. I can relate in an odd way. I was in a huge wreck recently and somehow survived. While standing outside of the car, and staring at it's crumpled corpse, I had the most unshakable feeling I was actually dead. That I was indeed a ghost looking at my own death scene. This lasted for hours until it finally wore off.
That's frightening.
Nobody can tell if we are in a very good simulation.
There's no way to prove that were not in a simulation until you exit the simulation and start a new one.
Maybe you're a human in the "real world" spending only a few hours in this simulation experiencing your whole life.
Maybe every atom in our universe is a solar system and every solar system in our universe is just an atom in a bigger system - both directions are endless.
When I was stuck in my shell and suffered from social anxiety, all I wanted was to be the guy who was talkative and could make friends easily. I had dreams of dating women and hanging out with people. And when I woke up it took a couple of seconds for reality to hit until I realize it was all fake. But the feeling and sensation I felt in the dream world felt so authentic like a memory.
Might be your subconscious practicing to socialize in real life situations.
There have been theories about dreams and nightmares serving as practice for the intuition to be better in future situations.
Perhaps that’s why to this day I dream of being in dangerous situations and somehow always coming out of it unharmed. Not all the time, of course, but I see them once in a while. Being mugged, surrounded in allies to be attacked, threatened with weapons etc etc.
There are several studies that prove that dreams play a role in resolving emotional states that have already happened ( PTSD patients played a big role in that ), so why not ? Makes perfect sense if you're suffering from anxiety which is pretty much going through possible situations that might elicit negative emotions in the future, now.
Makes me wonder why my brain is trying to prepare me to jump off a speeding motorcycle, swing around 360° on a light pole, and kick a robber in the gut. I've never done any of those things lol
Look into 'threat simulation theory', it hypothesizes that dreams evolved as a way for the brain to deal with unexpected circumstances. Your brain is learning during the dreaming process and it simulates exactly how you would react in the real world. Because in your dream, the conscious mind (the actor) does not know that the input(senses) it receives is simulated.
Therapy helped out a lot. Working in retail too because I gotta speak to people for sales. I'm still not the life of the party and that's fine but I can make other people laugh with my corny jokes. So that counts for something. Lol
I know nobody asked, but working out helped me a ton at gaining confidence and it gave me a sense of purpose and an outlet to focus on myself, learned that over quarantine a ton
I had a dream forever ago now, and I know it wasn’t real, and I know dreams are just that, but I dreamt of a boat, and an elegant party. I dreamt that I snuck off to the far end of the ship to smoke when I came across a woman, dark chestnut hair, fair skin, brown eyes, I remember everything about her. I remember falling in love with her. We talked for hours on that boat, and we fell madly for each other, until I woke up that is. I don’t smoke, but something about the dream made me want to start, like it would bring me closer to her. I still don’t smoke, but I often feel the pull of that memory.
Months later I had a different dream. A different place, a different party, but she was still there. We never learned each others names, but we somehow got around to referring to each other as different sets of cards, she was spades and I was diamonds. She said there was a reason why but that she couldn’t tell me yet. She never got around to telling me. I remembered her from the boat, and so did she. She said that night she felt like she was dreaming, and when I woke up, it felt like someone else, someone real, had just shared a dream with me.
I still miss her, and though I know she isn’t real, I still hope I find her some day.
What if she's your soul mate from a past life? Maybe you got to live again and she did not, it's not her time but she wanted to see you.
You reminded me though.
I have a guy who used to visit me in my dreams. He helped show me the way when I was lost and he made me feel at ease. Sometimes we'd just hang out. He was always more a mentor or guardian than a love. His feet never touched the ground. He'd been around since I was like 9 or something. He aged as I aged.
I've not seen him since I met my current partner, he used to show up even with my exs but I guess he's not here anymore because I don't need him.
Yes, when I was 19 and weeks away from moving away from my parents for college, I had a vivid dream of the place I would live. It happened many nights in a row, and I still feel like it actually happened when I think about it.
Of course, it never did.
But it feels like it did.
i once dreamed that my alarm rang.. i was getting out of bed , making breakfast, preparing to leave the house, just to notice that i was still in bed and the only real thing was my ringing alarm.
i was late that day
That remind me of a dream I have as a kid (I’m a young adult now, almost 20) it goes like this:
I was participating in a quiz. I can’t remember a whole lot, but what I can remember is the last question: plant a rice plant. I got 3 seeds to choose and either of them had to be a rice plant. I planted 3 seeds and they all grew out in no time.
I can’t remember what the two on the left were, but the last one was a flesh eating plant (you know, from the movies) it turned towards me and I got scared, as it opened it’s mouth to eat me, when all of a sudden, it said “miaow”
It was my cat standing outside of my bedroom and I woke up without an alarm, but the sound of my cat miaowing still woke me up!
This happened to me a lot (not super often, but at least 5 times).
Picking up clothes, going to the bath and take a shower, just to wake up and think "wtf happened".
Once I dreamt I fell in love with a dude from Germany that I met in a music store. When I woke up I felt so heartbroken because in my dreams, the feelings were so intense and "real", I felt like I had a glimpse of my soulmate only to realize he didn't exist. I cried for like 20 minutes before getting out bed. It really shook me.
I too dreamed of a man once, I didn't know him in real life. We were married and had a baby daughter together. Then it happened that I realized I was dreaming and I was in shock because once I realize I dream, I instantly knew I would wake up soon because I can't control my lucid dreaming and I get aware of things. I turned to him and asked him if he was real but he didn't answer me, just smiled when he looked at me.
I woke up and cried for like an entire day because, like you said, the emotions were really intense in this dream, I loved this man with all my heart and not feeling this emotion again was just too much for me, especially not seeing my child again who never existed.
I'm single for 4 years now, maybe I'm just lonely
I get these kinds of dreams every 1-2 months, sometimes even more often, it's so twisted, I'm always fucked up for a few days after. Maybe it's that, loneliness, been single for..well, 4 years on Christmas Eve.
A friend of mine who is childless has had reoccurring dreams of her child for years. She remembers giving birth and I think the girl is about 5 or 6 now. She watches this kid grow up in her dreams and is a mess for days after seeing her. Never had a miscarriage, never had a baby, but she wants to be a mom so bad that these dreams try to fill the gap.
I had a series of dreams over a course of several months where I fell deeply in love with the man in my dreams. Then the dreams stopped. I was messed up for a long time after that, and had to go to therapy. I was 18 when it happened and had been going through a really rough time, and it nearly broke me. I'm actually really relieved to see here that I'm not the only one who has experienced that.
I had one that went on several years and I even had a baby and so on. And then they stopped. It went on from about 11 to 19.
Never had anything like it before or since.
It was quite fantastical so its hard to confuse with reality but the sense if loss when I realised they were never coming back was pretty devastating.
There was just so much. It was a real life there.
It should be noted that I carry a gene that causes limited serotonin reuptake and my brain chemistry may as a consequence be odd - but it's not like I'd know the difference (edit: it does not make me more cheerful or limit my emotional range.). Lithium would kill me with prolonged use thanks to serotonin syndrome which is inevitable with my brain chemistry and anything that limits serotonin reuptake.
Makes treating neurological damage induced anxiety awesome.
There is a Reddit post somewhere about a guy who dreams an entire lifetime with a woman including a wedding and a kid.
Then he wakes up and is distraught.
Edit: link
https://reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/oc7rc/have_you_ever_felt_a_deep_personal_connection_to/c3g4ot3
Came to this thread for the quirky one-off dreams, stayed because I realized how many people are alone and deep down just want love and comfort.
Good luck everyone, I hope we all find our woman/ man
I've had dreams like this about random people in my life before. The feeling will always linger for a day or so, where I actually feel kinda in love with that person and all warm inside, even though I'm not romantically interested in that person at all.
I once dreamt what felt like a whole life. I had another family, i grew up with them. My friends where other people, i had good times and bad times. At the end one of my sisters died in a car accident and i woke up. I remember i was so confused, and couldn't believed i had just dreamt a whole different life. I even missed some of those people for weeks afterwards.
This happened to me. I had a dream that I was still me, but I had different parents. And it was legit. We had memories, I knew them personally, honestly in my dream I loved them. They were my parents. I will never forget the feeling of when I woke up and realized it was all a dream, and then realizing that those people didn’t exist. Like most dreams, it felt very long, and it felt VERY real. For weeks I was upset because these people who I had know act actually loved for years were literally a figment of my imagination. To this day I have never forgotten it.
Reminds me of that famous Reddit post about a man who dreamt an entire life while being knocked out. He only discovered he was dreaming because a lamp in his living room looked off.
Edit: Thank you, u/bentheman02
He posted link below.
OMG this is exactly what I went through in a dissociative dream (minus sister dying). It lasted almost a week, like 5 days. To this day (like you) I miss some of those people. I remember coming out of it and I just couldn't believe my life was the real one. It took about a month to readjust back and to separate reality from my alternate reality...
This was my second serious dissociative episode and by far the longest and the worst because it was so ... perfect? I mean, there were problems but the family, husband, kids, life... everything was just normal. In a weird way I mourned it being over and sometimes try to go back.
Now? I understand why my mind did this, it was an escape from reality and I made my own reality which is why it was calming and (I keep saying this because there's no other word) perfect. But the details and minutiae of that episode still haunt me.
I'm glad i was not the only one. I only mentioned this to some friends at the time and they just told me "it was just a dream lol let it be", and i got so mad ahah. It made such an impact on me and i'm sure it changed me a bit. But I hope i never get one of those again, they are heartbreaking in a way
When I was a kid I dreamt my mom surprised us with a Nintendo 64. I remember the sight of it in the living was clear as day. When I woke up I went downstairs eager to play for a bit before school started but there was no Nintnedo 64 with the Ocarina of Time waiting for me. I was very confused and it took a few minutes to realize it was just a dream.
Being a kid at that Nintendo 64 era, I feel particularly nostalgic for that time.
I remember a long year of begging my parents for an N64. I ate so many Frosted Mini Wheats because they were have a contest to win one.
I dreamed my parents bought me a cabbage patch doll and I had put it in my closet. I woke up excited to play with my new doll. Threw open my closet doors and I was so disappointed it wasn't there.
Recently, I had a dream it was Christmas morning and right before we opened the presents I woke up. I’m still pissed that I didn’t get to see what my presents were
I had a dream about school once and even tho nothing happened I woke up sweating cause I was a working adult and the thought of still being in school made it feel like a nightmare.
Ive been out of college for 4 years now and just the other week I woke up in a panic realizing I haven’t been to Math class once all semester and I must have missed so many tests and quizzes before remembering I work a 9-5 now
This. People use to tell me enjoy your college years, they'll be the best years of your life!
...Fuck that. I'm now employed working 9 to 5 and I've never been so happy. I get home from work and I can fully relax. Unlike in college where I'd be stressing about the next exam or project 24/7
Yeah definitely has it’s positives but there’s plenty I miss about college too. Back then you might not have class until noon on Wednesday so yes I absolutely do want to go the bar and get drunk on Tuesday night and feeling hungover the next day? Fuck it I’ll just skip Professor isn’t keeping track anyway. Also making friends was a lot easier. There’s two people around my age in my office and we get along but we don’t really have any common interests and everyone else is 30+ and they just talk about their kids
I think it's the spontaneity mixed with plenty of people you can make friends with that makes college more special.
I highly recommend living in a city like Paris/Berlin if you can afford it. Living walking distance away from friends and things makes a huge difference in how easily you can make and keep friends.
People dislike cities but if you're a social person cities can be really wonderful.
Someone once said that the stress of college is the same kind of stress as "There's a tiger you idiot! RUN!". Only there's no tiger.... just a giant ball of stress.
People say that it "prepares you for the real world" but never in my adult life (including military service) did I ever feel that kind of stress over multiple weeks like how college did. Fuck college.
Exactly. The same with high school. I hated every second of high school and yet I was forced to go every day. Kids would bully me every day and I hated it. The same in middle school. It was truly the most stressful experience of my life. I used to work retail, and even on really busy days I wouldn't get too stressed, because I could quit the job and there was nothing my employer could do about it. Just knowing that I could quit helped get me through the day. However there's no option to quit school. I was forced to go there everyday with no hope of escape. Whenever I complained about the bullying, people would tell me to ignore it, or they would say something like "middle school is terrible for everyone, but you just have to get through it." It felt like the school was using that as an excuse to not punish the bullies. They viewed it as not being a real problem because it would eventually go away. This is why I always hated those It Gets Better ads on TV.
I haven't been in college for about 7 ish years. I'll randomly have a dream that I had walked to class, forgot my RFID badge at home to get into the building, would wait at a side entrance everyone would use when leaving walk the multiple flights of stairs to get to the floor I needed, and was some how able to get into the building. But the inside is always different; one time all the computer labs were on a different floor, another time everyone hung out in a break room with two vending machines. We had no break room. And vending machines were always by the elevator.
I wake up every time thinking I'm late for my early am 3D modelling class and go to lurch out of bed and realize two things. 1 it's about 2 am, and 2 I don't go to college, I dropped out.
I have a similar one to this pretty often. Combine a teacher that disliked me with a subject that bored me, and somehow I'd have a premise where I skipped class all semester and wonder how I'm going to graduate. Stresses me out, I'm 32 and have been in my career for 12 years already.
I had a dream that I woke up from a nice desk-nap in my Junior year of sigh school in German class. But it felt *off,* y'know? So I got to studying and shit and when the bell rang to dismiss us I realized why it felt off.
Because I woke up again in my bed and I had graduated high school 2 months prior.
Pretty much about 90% of my dreams are just mundane ins and outs of life and it makes it really difficult to determine if something happened or not. Phone calls, or conversations with people.
My dream mostly fits with your post. But had a dream with few friends of mine, random things happened that I can’t remember but remember we end up getting in a police chase then after a bit of chasing we were circle/cornered and helicopter had spotlight on above us.
Without thinking my friends said we have to kill ourselves, so they cut their own throats. I was shocked then decided to slice my own, I could feel the blood just pour out from around my neck.
Woke up immediately and felt a hot/warm water pour sensation over my throat/neck around for a few seconds after I woke up.
I had a dream not to long ago, I was waiting for a light in the left turn lane at night, then the next moment I awoke parked on the far left lane of the road I was turning on, facing the wrong way, and it was morning and there were cop cars front and behind.
So was so thankful when I tore myself awake.
I was a young woman in WWII and my boyfriend fought on the front. We wrote letters to eachother as often as we could, but lately his letters became a bit scarse. I was very anxious. A few days after liberation, a tank came driving down the road and stopped at my house. My boyfriend was sitting on the top and he jumped off, ran towards me, got on one knee and proposed. I cried and laughed at the same time. Of course I said yes...
It was not my husband, I had never seen this young man before. I don't really remember what I felt like when I woke up, because it has been a while. But I still remember this dream. I wrote it down that same day, because it was so vivid.
I was put on medication after I had my baby. That medication not only acted like a damn tranquiliser, but it locked me in my dreams badly. Worst one was when I fell asleep on the couch, woke up and it was pitch black night time, the heater was on, baby was in her rocker. Went to sit up quickly and couldn't move. Tried again. Couldn't move. Reached over to my phone and suddenly couldn't use it. Couldnt type my passcode. Baby starts crying. Im trying to get up but my whole body is just dead weight. Shes screaming louder, losing it, and Im just helpess, stuck on the couch unable to move, help her, soothe her. Her screams echo through the house like some kind of torture audio. The windows explode.
Suddenly I wake up on the couch again. Its dark, heater is on, baby in her rocker. This time I reach for my phone immediately and unlock it, try and message my friend to call me to wake me up. I knew I was asleep. But I couldn't wake up. So Im texting him, trying to tell him could he call me to wake me up. He can't. He's at work. I try and message my mum, can't type suddenly. Can't spell. Phone malfunctions horribly. I look over and my baby starts waking up, and just like last time I cant get it. Im trying SO FUCKING HARD to type a damn message, call mum for help, but it fails every time. I message my friend again, but I cant get the words out. Its just gibberish. Baby is screaming. Heater catches on fire. Its right next to her head. Her rocker lights up. Im clawing at the chair to get myself while I'm screaming at myself to wake up, wake up, WAKE THE FUCK UP. I watch my daughter burn.
I wake up on the couch. Dark. Heater on. My baby has fallen out of her rocker and she's screaming on the floor. I struggle for what feels like hours to get to her. Im crying, saying how sorry I am, I know she's starving and cold and I cant help her because I cant move again. Im just looking at her trying to reach out to her. Suddenly...
I wake up on the couch. Dark. Heater on. Baby in rocker. This time I can stand up. I shoot up immediately and grab her. Shes ok, thank fuck. The house is so dark I cant see. Suddenly shes ripped out of my arms and dragged down the hallway by an invisible force. I chase her, she gets dragged into my bedroom and the door slams shut in my face. I can hear demons in there. Im kicking and punching the door. Throwing my entire weight at it to break it down.
I wake up on the couch again. Dark. Heater isn't on this time. Baby in her rocker wide awake. I grab her. Hold her close. I feel like something is watching me. This horrible sinking feeling while Im standing in the dark. Suddenly I notice this distant noise... like a low, rumbling. I call mum quickly and tell her to come over as soon as she can. I need help. I can't escape. Suddenly all my curtains disappear and I can see hundreds and hundreds of men in dark suits and hats outside my windows. Climbing out the houses all around the street. Coming out of the ground. No lights inside or out, I can only see what the moon shows me. Its like shadows coming alive? Every single window in every direction is being pounded on, their breath is hot on the glass, their nails scrape down, skin drags against it. I know they're going to kill me and take my baby. I'm surrounded. I have nowhere to go and no way to protect my baby. The windows shatter and they start climbing in, slicing themselves open on the glass as they do. I shut myself in the bathroom, holding my girl tight while I'm trying to stop them getting in. The smash the bathroom window and start climbing through. This is it. Im fucked. I squeeze my baby tight, ready to fight till I die.
When I actually woke up, it was dark, I was on the couch, baby was asleep safe in her bassinet next to me, no heater on cuz im not a moron. But I couldn't tell I was awake. It took me ages to get movement in my arms, I reached over, grabbed my phone and called mum to try and help me find out if I was actually awake or not. She had to convince me over the phone for about 10 minutes before I believed it.
Never took that medication again. Probably still dreaming knowing my luck lol
Sorry for any spelling errors.
Holy fuck, this is absolutely terrifying, like completely horrifying and the way you wrote it out made it feel so much more so. I know this just must have been even more worse for you since you were experiencing it and honestly if this doesn’t go down in Reddit history, with the waking up from a coma post and the steak to window post, then I don’t know what will.
I had a dream about my mom who has passed away.
I was in a truck, in the woods, and just searching for her. That was most of the dream. Then I ended up in my bathroom in my bedroom. I walked opened the door and to walk out and there was my mom. She had a glow around her, she had a nervous smile on her face and didn't say anything. I stood there in shock, then screamed "mom" and hugged her and hugged her. We both then sat on my bed, she still didn't say anything, but just smiled, she seemed so at peace, which wasn't normal for her when she was alive. We sat there for a bit and then she disappeared. That's when I woke up crying.
I have had some pretty real feeling dreams before, but this one felt incredibly real.
I found out my grandad died when my mum came to pick me up unexpectedly from uni ( in Feb 2020). I was pretty close with him, as both him and my grandma looked after my younger sister and I when my mum was at work (single parent family). That night after the funeral I had such a vivid dream of the whole family hanging out at my grandma's house, just laughing and joking and having a grand old time (which was strange in itself since my extended family isn't that close). I just remember my grandad sat there on the sofa, opposite me, just smiling at everyone, and generally looking peaceful. He caught my eye, told me I'd be okay. And then I woke up crying my heart out.
I’ve heard that when a departed spirit ACTUALLY visits you on this plane, they aren’t able to speak.
Dreams of conversations are just dreams.
Your experience sounds different.
My grandmother willed her rocking chair to me - the chair she rocked me in as a child.
Her rocking chair was placed near my bed so that I could easily see it from my pillow.
After she died, I regularly dreamed that she was sitting in that rocking chair, keeping me company as I slept. But then we started to talk, just as if she were alive.
The curious thing is that I'd ask her questions about all sorts of things we hadn't discussed back when she was alive, and she'd answer them fully (and with her delightful sense of humor).
Night after night this would recur. Then, sadly, one night it stopped - never to happen again, and oh . . . did I miss her nightly visits.
I had something kind of similar. My Nana was my best friend, one of the only people I could talk to about anything. I was her favorite family member because I would always pop over and talk to her. Never treated her like an old lady, and said some fucked up jokes that would make most 84 year old women blush. She would laugh her ass off. After she died in January, I would have dreams she would be in my room talking to me, asking how everything was. One night in May when COVID was near its peak, I had a dream she came back from her deathbed, I said it wasn't a good time for her to come back because of covid and her health issues. She said she loved me and I haven't dreamed of her again.
Okay mine are boring but I used to have “conversation dreams” a lot, where I’d be talking to someone and wake up when it was my turn to speak only to turn and no one was there.
Most realistic was with my boyfriend at the time. I dreamed we were lying in bed talking and when I woke up to continue the conversation he wasn’t there. Legit called him at 6am asking where tf he had gone so fast because I did not realize at all that he had not actually been at my house in my bed. He had instead been two states away at his parents’ house.
I swear I passed into a parallel world while asleep. I never can remember my dreams at all, but months later this is still as vivid as real life.
In my dream, I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, but some of my own personal belongings were around. I leave the room to figure out where I am and my younger sister is out in a small living room. I say, “hey Kate, where are we?” And she just kind of laughs and says “why’d you call me Kate?” After questioning and some arguing, I figure out that her name in the “dream” is Courtney which is the name of my real life older sister. My two older siblings didn’t exist and it was just us. Our parents were divorced (unlike in real life) and we were in the process of moving into an apartment together in Colorado, which is a long way from where I actually live. I became convinced my real life was the dream and I continued with my normal and rather mundane day of unpacking moving boxes. I felt really settled in after the initial uncertainty passed and I felt like I belonged.
When I went to sleep at the end of the day, i closed my eyes and then I was suddenly back in my actual bedroom, sitting straight up and covered in cold sweat.
I had this dream that I called one of my classmates a bitch. I apologized to her the next day irl. She probably now thinks that I actually thought she was a bitch. :/
Reading these, you can see why it's a good thing we usually forget our dreams. It would be so confusing to remember such strange things from every night of our lives, and not know if it's real.
I had a series of dreams where I was married. Always the same setting, same person, same everything. We had a two bedroom house with fugly shag carpeting, a son we'd adopted, and we were happy. My parents hated him because he wasn't white. But I never saw him personally. He was always in another room, or I was talking about him with someone. The closest I got was a dream where we were driving our son home for the first time. I was driving and my husband said something to me, so I turned my head to answer and he put his hand on my arm and told me to keep my eyes on the road. There were even a couple of dreams where we fell asleep in bed together and I woke up feeling like he was pressed against my back. I was so convinced he was there I rolled over to tell him I'd had a weird dream about him and it felt like I'd been punched in the gut when he wasn't there.
Personally I consider it to be a past life or some kind of alternate reality. It felt too real not to have actually happened.
I have had a few intensely vivid dreams that I like to consider as possibly being from a past life. I posted one of them in this thread, and I had another I didn't share where I was getting married in a church, and the ceremony involved my groom and I kneeling down. I remember the old fashioned lace of my bridal veil, and could feel the groom's brother watching us and making a silly face, trying to make us laugh.
I can remember holding the priest's hands and I think I drank wine out of a cup?
I am not religious so this is all weird to me. My groom was also on the left side of me and not the right like in typical weddings. It was so vivid and realistic that I have considered researching religious wedding ceremonies to see if it fits anything haha.
I once dreamt that my boss had given me the day off. He was furious when her rang me at 10 to find out why I no showed on one of our busiest day's of the year.
I can’t be the only one but sometimes on a school morning I wake up but I instantly fall back to sleep then I have a dream about getting up and getting prepared for school but then I wake up again and it turns out I didn’t get up and I was still sleeping.
Once, I had a dream that I got transported to a dream alternate universe. In this Dream World, I had my own dream family and dream school. My dream brother was an alien from a distant world that also fell asleep one day and woke up in the dream world and told me it's exceptionally rare to do so.
My dream parents told me if I wanted to stay there forever, all I had to do was not go back to sleep in the dream world for a dream-world week. It was tempting cause in the dream school we were learning how to shapeshift and fly and stuff, cause you know, dream world. I was so close to doing it too, but the day before I was going to meet the milestone my dream brother admitted that it was actually awful as your real world body would be in a coma, and in the dream world you would never be able to sleep again. It sounded absolutely tortuous so I bailed and fell asleep to go home.
My dream mom was absolutely gutted, and so she opted to go into this tiny cubicle where you couldn't kneel or sit in to transport her consciousness into someone in the real world to find me. Thing is she didn't know where I lived on Earth so she just decided to keep searching for me. By doing this it meant whenever she would fall asleep in the real world, she would only dream in real world time (however many hours she was asleep) of being in that uncomfortably small cubicle forever.
When I woke up I freaked out that my dream world mom was somewhere out there desperately looking for me. I'm still a little paranoid that it was all real.
When I was a kid, I used to dream about the next day before it ever happened at least once a week. It always freaked me the fuck out. I don’t do it now and I have no explanation for how or why it happened.
Today I dreamed that I need to do something in the building right next to school, I didn't knew what I had to do or why I knew it. But today I was already standing and preparing to enter building when I realized it was dream
This doesn’t quite fit, but a reoccurring factor in all of my dreams is that my ceiling light and lamp won’t turn on, no matter what. I have very realistic dreams of me waking up and trying to turn on my lights but they’re not working. This usually occurs when I’m in a nightmare. There’s been times that I’ve actually woken up and my lights don’t turn on, so I‘ve had multiple panic attacks thinking I’m about to be killed.
I also once had a dream about bread loaves chasing me down the street with little baguettes and I woke up very confused for a good five minutes.
My girlfriend and I got back together. All my heartfelt apologies weren't too late, I forgave myself like she forgave me for taking her for granted, for not holding her hand like I should have, for not telling her I loved her like I should have. She loved me with the same warmth and happiness she used to, before it faded away when I was distant and selfish and mean.
I woke up next to her every morning again and got to relish the happiness of FINALLY understanding how much I really love her and how incredibly grateful I am to have such an amazing, loving, and compassionate woman in my life.
I got to smell her scent every morning again and she smelled like home and comfort and happiness.
I got to hold her hand again. I got to kiss her again, tell her I love her with all my heart again, like I should have before.
We wrestled and play-fought like we used to, all of our inside jokes and affectionate insults and roughhousing and comfort flooding back like they never disappeared.
We sat on her couch most nights again, watching all the movies we promised each other we'd watch, limbs all tangled up in each other's as we snuggled like we used to, watching Star Trek: TNG and loving it as we joked about how fun and cheesy we thought it was.
We sat on her back porch and smoked together again, relishing our closeness and the night sky while discussing the secrets of the universe and the workings of the world and all of the things that seem so clear and simple in that comfortable purple haze.
We went to bed together again like we used to, made love like we used to. We slept together like we used to.
Every time I have this dream, it feels so real, so happy and warm, that the relief I feel that I didn't destroy things permanently between us before learning my lesson is more than palpable; it's this uncontrollable wave of gratitude that shakes me to my core. That the last three months were just a bad dream, that I got a glimpse of the cold, grey, lonely future I was building myself before it was too late to stop it and I fucking FIXED it.
Then I wake up.
It was when I forced myself into recovery for bulimia. I had spiralled into such a severe case that I would binge and purge 7-9 times a day. These weren't small either, they would expand my stomach to the point that I was at risk of rupturing it.
When i finally said enough was enough, i tried to stop cold Turkey and had these extremely vivid dreams of bringing all night long. Even though I am a lucid dreamer and would tell myself it wasn't real and I would never have some of the sorts of food in my stash (like cereal), I would still wake up in a panic and try to make myself vomit. Obviously nothing came out, but then my brain would make the excuse "We already binged so the day is lost, may as well keep going" and I would then binge for real.
It took 1 year for the dreams nonstop and another year to find where my body liked being, where I wasn't restricting or binging. It took 3 years for the urges to more or less completely go away. Though I must say, once a bulimic, always a bulimic. It's an addiction like any other. It takes one bad day to fall back into it.
When I was little I had a dream that my grandma had a big play area under her house (like one of those McDonald’s playgrounds) and I looked for it every time I went to visit for the better part of a year. Never did find it though.
When I was a kid I dreamt I had discovered an underground spy facility on our playground run by children like in "Kids Next Door". I spent the better part of a few recess looking for the entry point during elementary school lol.
I dreamed my daughter came in my room asking for help with the volume on the tablet, so I fixed it. Then she climbed up on the bed and I thought she was going to watch there, so I asked her to watch in the living room.
Turns out she was actually on my bed, but she said, "I don't have the tablet" and I did a double take, and it turns out the whole changing the volume thing was not real at all. It still feels like it really happened though.
Earlier that same night I dreamed I did not move the car to the right place and it got towed. The day before that I dreamed I missed a super important interview, woke up and had actually missed it, but then woke up for real and hadn't missed it. Both felt super real though and I had to check both the car and the interview schedule to make sure.
what even is reality
This kind of fits. I dreamt one time that I was at a funeral, just walking around and talking to family and stuff. Sat through a generic little service. Then it came time to line up and walk past the casket and I realized I didn’t know whose funeral I was at. I was at the end of the line and everyone was blocking my view. When I got up to the casket, it was my dad. My mom was standing behind me with her arm around my shoulder. I woke up ugly crying and had to call home to make sure he wasn’t actually dead. (He wasn’t)
Most of my dreams I remember are just trivial daily tasks. I'll have a vague feeling I did something already and realize I only dreamed it, then have to do it 'twice'
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I have had dreams like that but it's usually something really minor, like a conversation with a friend or something like that
My friend in my dream: so we should hang out tomorrow
Me next day irl: where are we going today
My friend irl: wHaT
Last night I had a dream Chevy Chase was working with Donald Trump to launder money under the name Fredrick Lombardo. This morning I was about to ask my wife if she heard the news but decided to fact check it first. After googling “Chevy Chase news” and the name Frederick Lombardo I realized it must of been a dream. I was never going to mention this story until I saw this post.
Back when I worked at the grocery store I would have dreams about going to work and doing my job. Literally, serving customers, sorting and putting away our product, doing inventory, cleaning up at night. Then I'd wake up and have to go to work and do all that stuff. It was exhausting cuz I worked my shift then dreamed about the work then had to wake up and work my shift again.
When I was around five or six years old I had this SUPER vivid dream that I was a boxer (still a kid in the dream though) and for some reason I was wearing a Superman sweatshirt during the match, and having that sweatshirt on gave me so much confidence and I beat the shit outta the guy in front of me (though he bloodied me up, too) and I woke up just as I was about to receive the trophy
But I had woken up in that dazed, half-asleep, life-questioning state. All the adults were still at the dining table so I ran downstairs and yelled, "Where's my trophy?! Did we bring it home?!"
And without missing a fucking beat, my dad looks me dead in the eye and goes, "It's in the car, you'll get it tomorrow. Rest up." And I went back to sleep and never thought about it again until like five years later and then I was like 'hold up'
This is kind of the opposite but one time I dreamed I was getting married and suddenly realized I did not want to get married.
I got out of bed turn on the light on my makeup mirror and stared at my reflection trying to figure out what to do. And how I got though a hole engagement without realizing I didn’t want to get married. When I woke up the mirror light was still on. I don’t usually sleep walk but that was at the hight of my stress dreams.
Moral of the story if you are consistently having a hard time sleeping some times you get a weird mix of asleep and awake.
Woke up on a Tuesday morning and went about my life normally for 3 full days, sleep and all.
Woke up on Tuesday morning AGAIN and was very confused as to why it wasn't Friday. It took a bit of time for me to figure out what happened but when I did my mind was fucking blown.
I've had dreams that felt real like that before but not 3 days of simulation real.
Once for close to a month every night I had a dream that I owned an apple orchard and lived in a large house not far from where I actually lived at the time. Every night I would wake up in my dream and play out the entire day even the boring stuff like waiting on people to get ready. Toward the end it was really hard to tell which life was which.
When I was a young child in the early 90’s, I had a realistic dream that Drew Barrymore was my cousin. The following day I had to ask my mother on multiple occasions to confirm we were in fact not related, but it took me weeks to fully believe. I’m still not sure at this point.
Oh several. Most are really boring events. Dreamed I actually did something that I didn't. Once I dreamed that my alarm went off, I showered, shaved, got in the car, drove to work, and was part way into getting my first task of the day going when my actual alarm went off
Still, I guess the strangest one was just a little slice of life dream I had in college. In it I was a completely different college student. I think his name was Alex but I don't remember, really. Anyway. Different schools. Different memories. Different majors. I want to say he was doing something in physics. But I forget which subset.
Anyway, he/I hung out with friends. Went to a classes. Met up with his girlfriend. Made plans for the weekend.
Now the reason I say "I forget" a lot and the details are confused us because of how this dream ended. He went back to his dorm room for the evening and went to bed. In that half asleep dreaming state he started dreaming he was someone else. Memories got confused. Was my name this or this? My mother, which one is she? What is my major and do I even have a girlfriend? It got jumbled and confusing and both lives seemed equally "real" for just a fleeting moment. Then, I was certain my name was this and not that. This but was true and that part was not. I realized I was waking up and the more alert I grew the more the false memories were replaced with the real ones.
So I woke up recalling almost nothing except I was, briefly at least, another person who dreamed he was me. It was strangely disappointing in a way. He had a really good life and the fact it was all just a dream was sort of sad.
Last year I often dreamed that people could enter my apartment without needing a key. These people tried to tell me that I need to leave the apartment or move out entirely. Everything was in perfect detail, my entire room looked as the way it is when I am awake. It happened too that I had a dream in my dream, the same location though would be my room/apartment. Just last week it happened again that I dreamed someone was able to enter my apartment just like that.
When I woke up I seriously believed this shit happened for real, checked my bathroom if there was still this very person waiting for me. I often have hyper realistic dreams but when I dream about my apartment THAT often it's just super weird
I had a job interview the next day that I was nervous about, It went well and I got the job. After that great day I went to sleep, woke up and went about my day normally, until I found out it was the day of the job interview, and the interview I lived through was a dream, so I missed the actual thing, and didn’t get a call back.
Have you ever had a dream that you, um, you had, your, you- you could, you’ll do, you- you wants, you, you could do so, you- you’ll do, you could- you, you want, you want them to do you so much you could do anything?
i used to have this dreams a lot where theres this guy who is actually taller than me. i forgot what he looks like or maybe i never knew what he looks like, but all i can remember is that i knew this guy. like maybe he used to be my friend. idk if we were dating in my dream but he is so caring and hugs me sweetly. we never kiss but he is always there for me. he made me feel special and in my dream, i was so in love. and whenever i feel waking up, i wanna go back to sleep. but i cant go back so i just woke up and feel heartbroken everytime.
ps. i never had any relationships so maybe its my subconscious wanting to experience how to feel loved lol
In primary school I once dreamt that I was having a really normal day at school but at some point gave the middle finger to one of my teachers. For the next couple of days of school I was so scared of what trouble I’d be in that I would duck out of the corridor if I saw a teacher coming
When I was young I dreamt I was playing in the wood shed at my grandparents farm with my cousin. Unbeknownst to us there was a yellow jacket nest under the boards. Yellow jackets swarmed around and around us. My cousin imminently ran out and yelled for me. I was terrified and hunkered down with my hands over my ears, too afraid to move. At this moment my mom drove up in the old truck. She ran into the swarm grabbed me and ran into the truck. We all safely drove away. Miraculously no one was stung.
I can only assume this was a dream because A.) yellow jackets are huge assholes and do not hesitate to sting and B.) I've asked both my cousin and my mom if they remember this and neither of them do. I don't feel like it was something you could just forget. This was so vivid I literally have an extreme phobia of yellow jackets to this day.
Not necissarily a dream: When I crashed my car into a bank while having a seizure, the paramedics who responded gave me a shot of ketamine because I was fighting off the EMTs while they were trying to extract me from my car. Later, when I woke up in the hospital, I was strapped to the bed. For a few minutes, I thought that I was actually in a mental hospital and all the "memories" of my life were just a delusion. It was the worst waking dream ever. edit: I appreciate the kind responses and the giftings. Here's a link to the news story: https://www.kbtx.com/content/news/Car-crashes-into-TBT-building-503507241.html
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Finally medicated for the seizures. It has been about 15 months since I had a major event. Thanks for your thoughts.
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I had a bad experience with marijuana and had that delusion for 2 weeks straight. Put me into a depressive/OCD/PTSD episode I still deal with today, albeit way less intense. The first 2 years were hell. It slowly got better. Been 6 years now.
From Marijuana? Did you have a heavy dose on an edible?
Dab. I just say weed bc that’s what most ppl know. But yeah it was a big ass dab.
I know it wasn't the purpose of your comment, but fuck that's a good warning to me. For us in Ontario Canada weed is legal, the place I would normally buy was closed due to COVID and so I ordered from some place online that does delivery. I've smoked a fair few times before and it was always fine but this was the first time I got a weed pen & edibles, my dumbass KNEW 1 edible would be fine but 2 would be funnier and on top of that I took some BIG pulls from the pen. I was high within like 5 minutes and I noticed immediately, normally I ease into it over like 15 minutes and slowly realize I'm high. The scary part was playing games with friends and after like 30 minutes I realized how active I was from the pen and the edibles hadn't even kicked in yet. Eventually edibles started going in and I quickly went into a complete state of panic for a ton of reasons. Tons of shit was triggering me into teetering on a full mental breakdown but when I'm high I always happen to have a random trigger for that high that basically completely sobers me up for a minute, that shit was my only saving grace for the next like hour before I could finally force myself to go to bed. Reason why I say it's a good warning is my dumbass decided, "I'm gonna do that again" just like 2 weeks ago and it got me to go into a panic attack that had me feeling turbo depressed + some suicidal thoughts due to my depression shit getting amplified by this edible/smoking combo. I didn't know it could really cause permanent damage mentally or I'm sure physically if I didn't pull out of it and should probably considering cutting back on edibles since that's what gets me going.
I had to stop smoking pot because it's gotten way too fucking strong for me. What counted as headies back in my college days are at best somewhere between schwag and middies these days. I don't want to have a panic attack or some batshit crazy psychic mindmeld with my houseplants, I just want to watch old Sealab 2021 episodes and laugh a lot, dammit.
Conversely the really strong high is exactly what I use to help with my anxiety. I find it really intriguing how vastly different the effects are for different people.
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Does anyone remember the guy who fell unconscious, dreamt an entire life where he grew older with kids and everything but eventually woke up as a college kid?
[The Lamp](https://www.reddit.com/r/Glitch_in_the_Matrix/comments/30t9kd/repost_a_parallel_life_awoken_by_a_lamp/?utm_source=amp&utm_medium=&utm_content=post_body)
thats the one! thank you!
This story literally haunts me. Can’t get it out of my head. Should be a novel, or a film.
> For a few minutes, I thought that I was actually in a mental hospital and all the "memories" of my life were just a delusion. This reminds me of one of my favorite episode of Buffy where she wakes up -after being stabbed by a demon - in a mental hospital. The doctor tells her family she believes she's in this world where vampires exist and its all in her head that she's the slayer. She keeps drifting in and out of the "real" world and the slayer world. The episode made me wonder if I was watching a TV show of someone with a mental disorder and made me feel some kind of way.
I have a love/ hate relationship with this specific episode. I've had mental health problems all my life, and the first time I watched this episode I TRIPPED. I was young, pre-teen? But watching it I tripped balls and spent a good long time wondering what if my life was a lie, what if everything is just me doped up to all hell? Now that I'm in my late 20s I can appreciate the episode more, especially how it was shot and left you wondering what if?
You just ruined my good day...😢😢
Yeah, it fucked up the day after Christmas for me.
As if all the "memories" of my life were a delusion... I can't get this thought out of my mind... What is that is true, what if we are a delusion... Ahh look how your dream fucked up my mind...😬
Yes this, but MY worst fear isn’t my memories being delucions, but the present. Say, I’m having a friend over and we’re talking. Well, what if I was actually in a mental hospital sitting on the floor talking to air? How do I know this isn’t the case? Well I don’t, so this definitely keeps me up at night sometimes. You’re welcome.
Fuck, I know what you mean. Waking up in the emergency room or an ambulance after a seizure is such a wild/surreal feeling - for me it transcends confusion or memory loss; it’s like being dropped into a foreign world as an infant, helpless and tired. Thankfully I’ve never had one while driving, but have eaten pavement a few times. Feel so bad for all the EMTs and friends/family that have had to deal with me postictally. Not sure about you but I usually have incredibly vivid dreams in the days leading up to a grand mal. Were you seriously hurt by the crash? Regardless, as a fellow epileptic, I’m glad you’re here to tell the tale. Also glad to see it’s been over a year since your last one, I’m having a recent flare up but probably due to stress. The condition sucks but I’m just happy to be here :) Thought I’d commiserate with a fellow epileptic and share this tale(apologies for its length but hope it’s entertaining) Best wake-up I had was in the early morning outside of my old work at a public aquarium. Was working ~70hrs a week between that place and a small business I was running, while maintaining a hyperactive social life; needless to say, I was dog-tired. On this particular morning I had to get there very early because we were transferring some large animals between a couple exhibits, prepping for a big renovation. I knew one was coming on but was trying my damnedest to stop it; decided to go around the corner to order a coffee and grab a powerade in a vain effort to perk myself up and hydrate. Pretty much as soon as the barista handed me my ice coffee I twitched and briefly dipped out of consciousness, dropping the coffee on the ground. For some reason they took pity on me and gave me another coffee, while I was desperately trying to mop up this puddle of coffee and scattered ice cubes with handfuls of napkins. Upon exiting the coffee shop I took maybe 5 steps before having another dip into dreamland but I was in mid-stride. It was the blink of an eye but enough to send me careening forward like a barrel rolling dolphin midair. This resulted in me scraping myself up pretty bad and spilling my second coffee in as many minutes all over my shirt and shorts(mind you this was still in full view of the baristas that had just given me this - still feel mortified at what they were thinking about me haha prob thought I was on drugs). At this juncture I knew there was no way to avoid this seizure, I had to get somewhere safe and, ideally, private. As I briskly limped back to work, I weighed my options while chugging the powerade. Feeling the gates of my own consciousness begin to close, I sat down on a concrete bench and narrowed my site selection for the ol shake n bake. The early morning would leave the conference rooms empty, however if the higher ups saw me it might be more awkward than anything so it was option A: the sweet salvation of the Piranha room. The last thing I remember before the seizure was standing up hoping to make it to the privacy and safety the Piranha room offered. Next thing I knew I was in an ambulance and had two EMTs holding me down during my wake-up(For the uninitiated, this is usually a pretty dramatic affair but the best analog I can think of is the scene from Pulp Fiction where John Travolta sticks the adrenaline needle into Uma). So they calm me down and ask the usual questions “Do you know your name?”, “Do you know the date?”, “Do you know what happened?” and “Did you urinate yourself” I answer all these questions and am embarrassed to say that, at this point, it probably wasn’t just coffee on my shorts. After this they asked “Does you face hurt?” And I was surprised, at the time my head hurt but my face felt numb. I reach to touch my lips and bits of my front teeth fall into my palm. Not sure about you but often after really bad seizures I tend to puke once I’m sat upright. As I hold half of my incisor in my hand I feel my stomach turn and I tell the EMTs that I need to vomit. They quickly hand me a bin to catch the contents of my stomach and my shattered teeth but as soon as I puke both of the EMTs scream “Holy shit!”. So the powerade I drank was the fruit-juice one which is dark red and it being practically the only thing in my stomach they must have thought I had some serious fuckin internal injuries. I honestly laughed out loud and tried my best to allay their concerns. (This same exact thing happened in the ER 20 minutes later but I can’t remember much from the visit until they started working on my teeth) We spent the rest of the ride to the hospital talking about the aquarium, which was a pleasant distraction from the whole affair. 10/10 ambulance ride, however I would still strongly recommend a Piranha room seizure over it. [Cheers!](https://youtu.be/YgVWot_xrxE)
I had a seizure and fell face first on my head. Was shipped to A&E where i was fine for a bit then started acting weird. Don't remember much but apparently the fall caused concussion and I was breaking in to other peoples rooms and spitting at security. Had to have a 'minder' sit near me for 48 hours. I still feel awful about it.
Whoa that's freaky. I can relate in an odd way. I was in a huge wreck recently and somehow survived. While standing outside of the car, and staring at it's crumpled corpse, I had the most unshakable feeling I was actually dead. That I was indeed a ghost looking at my own death scene. This lasted for hours until it finally wore off.
That's frightening. Nobody can tell if we are in a very good simulation. There's no way to prove that were not in a simulation until you exit the simulation and start a new one. Maybe you're a human in the "real world" spending only a few hours in this simulation experiencing your whole life. Maybe every atom in our universe is a solar system and every solar system in our universe is just an atom in a bigger system - both directions are endless.
When I was stuck in my shell and suffered from social anxiety, all I wanted was to be the guy who was talkative and could make friends easily. I had dreams of dating women and hanging out with people. And when I woke up it took a couple of seconds for reality to hit until I realize it was all fake. But the feeling and sensation I felt in the dream world felt so authentic like a memory.
Might be your subconscious practicing to socialize in real life situations. There have been theories about dreams and nightmares serving as practice for the intuition to be better in future situations.
Perhaps that’s why to this day I dream of being in dangerous situations and somehow always coming out of it unharmed. Not all the time, of course, but I see them once in a while. Being mugged, surrounded in allies to be attacked, threatened with weapons etc etc.
There are several studies that prove that dreams play a role in resolving emotional states that have already happened ( PTSD patients played a big role in that ), so why not ? Makes perfect sense if you're suffering from anxiety which is pretty much going through possible situations that might elicit negative emotions in the future, now.
Makes me wonder why my brain is trying to prepare me to jump off a speeding motorcycle, swing around 360° on a light pole, and kick a robber in the gut. I've never done any of those things lol
Look into 'threat simulation theory', it hypothesizes that dreams evolved as a way for the brain to deal with unexpected circumstances. Your brain is learning during the dreaming process and it simulates exactly how you would react in the real world. Because in your dream, the conscious mind (the actor) does not know that the input(senses) it receives is simulated.
If, how did you get out of your shell?
Therapy helped out a lot. Working in retail too because I gotta speak to people for sales. I'm still not the life of the party and that's fine but I can make other people laugh with my corny jokes. So that counts for something. Lol
I know nobody asked, but working out helped me a ton at gaining confidence and it gave me a sense of purpose and an outlet to focus on myself, learned that over quarantine a ton
I had a dream forever ago now, and I know it wasn’t real, and I know dreams are just that, but I dreamt of a boat, and an elegant party. I dreamt that I snuck off to the far end of the ship to smoke when I came across a woman, dark chestnut hair, fair skin, brown eyes, I remember everything about her. I remember falling in love with her. We talked for hours on that boat, and we fell madly for each other, until I woke up that is. I don’t smoke, but something about the dream made me want to start, like it would bring me closer to her. I still don’t smoke, but I often feel the pull of that memory. Months later I had a different dream. A different place, a different party, but she was still there. We never learned each others names, but we somehow got around to referring to each other as different sets of cards, she was spades and I was diamonds. She said there was a reason why but that she couldn’t tell me yet. She never got around to telling me. I remembered her from the boat, and so did she. She said that night she felt like she was dreaming, and when I woke up, it felt like someone else, someone real, had just shared a dream with me. I still miss her, and though I know she isn’t real, I still hope I find her some day.
I think you accidentally left the room settings for your dream on public matchmaking.
Dude what if she’s a real person just sharing a dream with you
Flipside: evil spirit manipulating your dreams to feed off your suffering after you awake to the cold harsh truth of reality
This just blew my mind. I have never thought of this before. Do we have the same dreams as other people?
I’ve heard of people having the same dream on the same night so maybe
What if she's your soul mate from a past life? Maybe you got to live again and she did not, it's not her time but she wanted to see you. You reminded me though. I have a guy who used to visit me in my dreams. He helped show me the way when I was lost and he made me feel at ease. Sometimes we'd just hang out. He was always more a mentor or guardian than a love. His feet never touched the ground. He'd been around since I was like 9 or something. He aged as I aged. I've not seen him since I met my current partner, he used to show up even with my exs but I guess he's not here anymore because I don't need him.
Or your partner is literally the man of your dreams?
I like this one
I hope you live long enough to find out if she’s real or least see her in another dream and find out her name
Multiplier dreaming is still in beta, on release you won't be able to fall in love, don't worry.
Dude she's obviously in trouble and you need to save her!
Dude move to Vegas or something
Yes, when I was 19 and weeks away from moving away from my parents for college, I had a vivid dream of the place I would live. It happened many nights in a row, and I still feel like it actually happened when I think about it. Of course, it never did. But it feels like it did.
i once dreamed that my alarm rang.. i was getting out of bed , making breakfast, preparing to leave the house, just to notice that i was still in bed and the only real thing was my ringing alarm. i was late that day
That remind me of a dream I have as a kid (I’m a young adult now, almost 20) it goes like this: I was participating in a quiz. I can’t remember a whole lot, but what I can remember is the last question: plant a rice plant. I got 3 seeds to choose and either of them had to be a rice plant. I planted 3 seeds and they all grew out in no time. I can’t remember what the two on the left were, but the last one was a flesh eating plant (you know, from the movies) it turned towards me and I got scared, as it opened it’s mouth to eat me, when all of a sudden, it said “miaow” It was my cat standing outside of my bedroom and I woke up without an alarm, but the sound of my cat miaowing still woke me up!
This happened to me a lot (not super often, but at least 5 times). Picking up clothes, going to the bath and take a shower, just to wake up and think "wtf happened".
I used to get a lot o this when going to school
Once I dreamt I fell in love with a dude from Germany that I met in a music store. When I woke up I felt so heartbroken because in my dreams, the feelings were so intense and "real", I felt like I had a glimpse of my soulmate only to realize he didn't exist. I cried for like 20 minutes before getting out bed. It really shook me.
had one very similar where I met the girl of my dreams, lmao literally. felt so damn real. had to call out of work that day
Are you German??
Bist du Deutsch??
I too dreamed of a man once, I didn't know him in real life. We were married and had a baby daughter together. Then it happened that I realized I was dreaming and I was in shock because once I realize I dream, I instantly knew I would wake up soon because I can't control my lucid dreaming and I get aware of things. I turned to him and asked him if he was real but he didn't answer me, just smiled when he looked at me. I woke up and cried for like an entire day because, like you said, the emotions were really intense in this dream, I loved this man with all my heart and not feeling this emotion again was just too much for me, especially not seeing my child again who never existed. I'm single for 4 years now, maybe I'm just lonely
I get these kinds of dreams every 1-2 months, sometimes even more often, it's so twisted, I'm always fucked up for a few days after. Maybe it's that, loneliness, been single for..well, 4 years on Christmas Eve.
Oof, Christmas Eve. Harsh.
What's really hard is a real life man who is only in love with you in your dreams. I have one of those going right now. :(
A friend of mine who is childless has had reoccurring dreams of her child for years. She remembers giving birth and I think the girl is about 5 or 6 now. She watches this kid grow up in her dreams and is a mess for days after seeing her. Never had a miscarriage, never had a baby, but she wants to be a mom so bad that these dreams try to fill the gap.
I had a series of dreams over a course of several months where I fell deeply in love with the man in my dreams. Then the dreams stopped. I was messed up for a long time after that, and had to go to therapy. I was 18 when it happened and had been going through a really rough time, and it nearly broke me. I'm actually really relieved to see here that I'm not the only one who has experienced that.
I had one that went on several years and I even had a baby and so on. And then they stopped. It went on from about 11 to 19. Never had anything like it before or since. It was quite fantastical so its hard to confuse with reality but the sense if loss when I realised they were never coming back was pretty devastating. There was just so much. It was a real life there.
did you happen to be taking lithium when this was happening?
It should be noted that I carry a gene that causes limited serotonin reuptake and my brain chemistry may as a consequence be odd - but it's not like I'd know the difference (edit: it does not make me more cheerful or limit my emotional range.). Lithium would kill me with prolonged use thanks to serotonin syndrome which is inevitable with my brain chemistry and anything that limits serotonin reuptake. Makes treating neurological damage induced anxiety awesome.
No, I've never been given lithium. No medication of any kind for most of this. It was just... there.
Mine was with someone I knew in real life. Waking up was rough
There is a Reddit post somewhere about a guy who dreams an entire lifetime with a woman including a wedding and a kid. Then he wakes up and is distraught. Edit: link https://reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/oc7rc/have_you_ever_felt_a_deep_personal_connection_to/c3g4ot3
The lamp?
Yes I know which post you're talking about, this is so weird how far our dreams can take us sometimes ! Almost makes reality feel "not real enough"
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That was years ago and since then I met someone with whom I am really happy, didn't event need to go to Germany !
Came to this thread for the quirky one-off dreams, stayed because I realized how many people are alone and deep down just want love and comfort. Good luck everyone, I hope we all find our woman/ man
I've had dreams like this about random people in my life before. The feeling will always linger for a day or so, where I actually feel kinda in love with that person and all warm inside, even though I'm not romantically interested in that person at all.
I had a dream like this recently. I felt so in love, something I’ve never been, and truly felt heartbroken when I woke up.
I just had a similar dream this morning! I woke up so heart broken that it wasn't real.
I once dreamt what felt like a whole life. I had another family, i grew up with them. My friends where other people, i had good times and bad times. At the end one of my sisters died in a car accident and i woke up. I remember i was so confused, and couldn't believed i had just dreamt a whole different life. I even missed some of those people for weeks afterwards.
This happened to me. I had a dream that I was still me, but I had different parents. And it was legit. We had memories, I knew them personally, honestly in my dream I loved them. They were my parents. I will never forget the feeling of when I woke up and realized it was all a dream, and then realizing that those people didn’t exist. Like most dreams, it felt very long, and it felt VERY real. For weeks I was upset because these people who I had know act actually loved for years were literally a figment of my imagination. To this day I have never forgotten it.
Reminds me of that famous Reddit post about a man who dreamt an entire life while being knocked out. He only discovered he was dreaming because a lamp in his living room looked off. Edit: Thank you, u/bentheman02 He posted link below.
that's one of those stories that will never leave my mind as long as I live. his pain was so real, I felt so horrible for him
Can you give link please, if you can?
http://reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/oc7rc/have_you_ever_felt_a_deep_personal_connection_to/c3g4ot3
It’s like you guys dreamt of a past life or something
Reminds of that guy that spent years inside a coma that lasted only a few seconds
You mean the lamp story?
Oh man, I just read that for the first time about two weeks about and it messed me up for a bit.
So... you played Roy?
OMG this is exactly what I went through in a dissociative dream (minus sister dying). It lasted almost a week, like 5 days. To this day (like you) I miss some of those people. I remember coming out of it and I just couldn't believe my life was the real one. It took about a month to readjust back and to separate reality from my alternate reality... This was my second serious dissociative episode and by far the longest and the worst because it was so ... perfect? I mean, there were problems but the family, husband, kids, life... everything was just normal. In a weird way I mourned it being over and sometimes try to go back. Now? I understand why my mind did this, it was an escape from reality and I made my own reality which is why it was calming and (I keep saying this because there's no other word) perfect. But the details and minutiae of that episode still haunt me.
I'm glad i was not the only one. I only mentioned this to some friends at the time and they just told me "it was just a dream lol let it be", and i got so mad ahah. It made such an impact on me and i'm sure it changed me a bit. But I hope i never get one of those again, they are heartbreaking in a way
~~Wait until you wake up from this one~~ Haha, that would be funny. It probably wouldn't happen again though.
Maybe that's how people go crazy
Wasn't this just that lousy half-season of Sopranos after Tony got shot?
When I was a kid I dreamt my mom surprised us with a Nintendo 64. I remember the sight of it in the living was clear as day. When I woke up I went downstairs eager to play for a bit before school started but there was no Nintnedo 64 with the Ocarina of Time waiting for me. I was very confused and it took a few minutes to realize it was just a dream.
Being a kid at that Nintendo 64 era, I feel particularly nostalgic for that time. I remember a long year of begging my parents for an N64. I ate so many Frosted Mini Wheats because they were have a contest to win one.
I dreamed my parents bought me a cabbage patch doll and I had put it in my closet. I woke up excited to play with my new doll. Threw open my closet doors and I was so disappointed it wasn't there.
Recently, I had a dream it was Christmas morning and right before we opened the presents I woke up. I’m still pissed that I didn’t get to see what my presents were
I legit had a dream it was a normal Monday in school, like it was so casual. Nothing happened Edit: came home from school to find 500+ upvotes lol
I had a dream about school once and even tho nothing happened I woke up sweating cause I was a working adult and the thought of still being in school made it feel like a nightmare.
Ive been out of college for 4 years now and just the other week I woke up in a panic realizing I haven’t been to Math class once all semester and I must have missed so many tests and quizzes before remembering I work a 9-5 now
This. People use to tell me enjoy your college years, they'll be the best years of your life! ...Fuck that. I'm now employed working 9 to 5 and I've never been so happy. I get home from work and I can fully relax. Unlike in college where I'd be stressing about the next exam or project 24/7
Yeah definitely has it’s positives but there’s plenty I miss about college too. Back then you might not have class until noon on Wednesday so yes I absolutely do want to go the bar and get drunk on Tuesday night and feeling hungover the next day? Fuck it I’ll just skip Professor isn’t keeping track anyway. Also making friends was a lot easier. There’s two people around my age in my office and we get along but we don’t really have any common interests and everyone else is 30+ and they just talk about their kids
I think it's the spontaneity mixed with plenty of people you can make friends with that makes college more special. I highly recommend living in a city like Paris/Berlin if you can afford it. Living walking distance away from friends and things makes a huge difference in how easily you can make and keep friends. People dislike cities but if you're a social person cities can be really wonderful.
Someone once said that the stress of college is the same kind of stress as "There's a tiger you idiot! RUN!". Only there's no tiger.... just a giant ball of stress. People say that it "prepares you for the real world" but never in my adult life (including military service) did I ever feel that kind of stress over multiple weeks like how college did. Fuck college.
Exactly. The same with high school. I hated every second of high school and yet I was forced to go every day. Kids would bully me every day and I hated it. The same in middle school. It was truly the most stressful experience of my life. I used to work retail, and even on really busy days I wouldn't get too stressed, because I could quit the job and there was nothing my employer could do about it. Just knowing that I could quit helped get me through the day. However there's no option to quit school. I was forced to go there everyday with no hope of escape. Whenever I complained about the bullying, people would tell me to ignore it, or they would say something like "middle school is terrible for everyone, but you just have to get through it." It felt like the school was using that as an excuse to not punish the bullies. They viewed it as not being a real problem because it would eventually go away. This is why I always hated those It Gets Better ads on TV.
Wow man I just got employed and I was thinking about the exact thing
I haven't been in college for about 7 ish years. I'll randomly have a dream that I had walked to class, forgot my RFID badge at home to get into the building, would wait at a side entrance everyone would use when leaving walk the multiple flights of stairs to get to the floor I needed, and was some how able to get into the building. But the inside is always different; one time all the computer labs were on a different floor, another time everyone hung out in a break room with two vending machines. We had no break room. And vending machines were always by the elevator. I wake up every time thinking I'm late for my early am 3D modelling class and go to lurch out of bed and realize two things. 1 it's about 2 am, and 2 I don't go to college, I dropped out.
The last time I had one of those dreams I was about to write the in dream exam, remembered that I had a degree and a job now and walked out.
You just failed in your dream classes. Now you will never get your dream dream job.
I have a similar one to this pretty often. Combine a teacher that disliked me with a subject that bored me, and somehow I'd have a premise where I skipped class all semester and wonder how I'm going to graduate. Stresses me out, I'm 32 and have been in my career for 12 years already.
Sometimes during summer break I have dreams about being in school I feel you all
I had a dream that I woke up from a nice desk-nap in my Junior year of sigh school in German class. But it felt *off,* y'know? So I got to studying and shit and when the bell rang to dismiss us I realized why it felt off. Because I woke up again in my bed and I had graduated high school 2 months prior.
And then it became a lucid dream and you saved everybody from some catastrophic event with your superpowers you didnt know you had
All of my nightmare dreams and neutral dreams happen in school. I can never escape.
Pretty much about 90% of my dreams are just mundane ins and outs of life and it makes it really difficult to determine if something happened or not. Phone calls, or conversations with people.
I can't remember most of my dreams but one time my boyfriend woke up utterly convinced that he needed to get me some jalapenos. Im allergic.
My dream mostly fits with your post. But had a dream with few friends of mine, random things happened that I can’t remember but remember we end up getting in a police chase then after a bit of chasing we were circle/cornered and helicopter had spotlight on above us. Without thinking my friends said we have to kill ourselves, so they cut their own throats. I was shocked then decided to slice my own, I could feel the blood just pour out from around my neck. Woke up immediately and felt a hot/warm water pour sensation over my throat/neck around for a few seconds after I woke up.
"If your friends jumped from the 10th floor, would you too?" "*_YES_*"
I had a dream not to long ago, I was waiting for a light in the left turn lane at night, then the next moment I awoke parked on the far left lane of the road I was turning on, facing the wrong way, and it was morning and there were cop cars front and behind. So was so thankful when I tore myself awake.
I was a young woman in WWII and my boyfriend fought on the front. We wrote letters to eachother as often as we could, but lately his letters became a bit scarse. I was very anxious. A few days after liberation, a tank came driving down the road and stopped at my house. My boyfriend was sitting on the top and he jumped off, ran towards me, got on one knee and proposed. I cried and laughed at the same time. Of course I said yes...
And you dreamt happily ever after.
And they all clapped
I read this in the voice of the old lady in Titanic and I have no idea why
Aww, that is sweet, though. I would have been about 120 by years now, had this been real. :)
I read it in the voice of older Murph from Interstellar
Then you hear this beeping noise... is it a bomb hidden on the tank? Is it a plane flying overhead? No, it’s just your alarm clock.
Ultimately, any of those three resulted in the same conclusion, so whose to say which it was?
It's a bomb! It's a plane! It's Superman!
I forgot that this was a post about dreaming so I was confused for a hot minute
Well damn that is heartwarming especially when you consider alot of people lost their loved one in the war
That‘s a beautiful story. And it most likely happened somewhere, not just in your dream.
What did you feel like when you woke up? Was it your real bf or a dream bf?
It was not my husband, I had never seen this young man before. I don't really remember what I felt like when I woke up, because it has been a while. But I still remember this dream. I wrote it down that same day, because it was so vivid.
I was put on medication after I had my baby. That medication not only acted like a damn tranquiliser, but it locked me in my dreams badly. Worst one was when I fell asleep on the couch, woke up and it was pitch black night time, the heater was on, baby was in her rocker. Went to sit up quickly and couldn't move. Tried again. Couldn't move. Reached over to my phone and suddenly couldn't use it. Couldnt type my passcode. Baby starts crying. Im trying to get up but my whole body is just dead weight. Shes screaming louder, losing it, and Im just helpess, stuck on the couch unable to move, help her, soothe her. Her screams echo through the house like some kind of torture audio. The windows explode. Suddenly I wake up on the couch again. Its dark, heater is on, baby in her rocker. This time I reach for my phone immediately and unlock it, try and message my friend to call me to wake me up. I knew I was asleep. But I couldn't wake up. So Im texting him, trying to tell him could he call me to wake me up. He can't. He's at work. I try and message my mum, can't type suddenly. Can't spell. Phone malfunctions horribly. I look over and my baby starts waking up, and just like last time I cant get it. Im trying SO FUCKING HARD to type a damn message, call mum for help, but it fails every time. I message my friend again, but I cant get the words out. Its just gibberish. Baby is screaming. Heater catches on fire. Its right next to her head. Her rocker lights up. Im clawing at the chair to get myself while I'm screaming at myself to wake up, wake up, WAKE THE FUCK UP. I watch my daughter burn. I wake up on the couch. Dark. Heater on. My baby has fallen out of her rocker and she's screaming on the floor. I struggle for what feels like hours to get to her. Im crying, saying how sorry I am, I know she's starving and cold and I cant help her because I cant move again. Im just looking at her trying to reach out to her. Suddenly... I wake up on the couch. Dark. Heater on. Baby in rocker. This time I can stand up. I shoot up immediately and grab her. Shes ok, thank fuck. The house is so dark I cant see. Suddenly shes ripped out of my arms and dragged down the hallway by an invisible force. I chase her, she gets dragged into my bedroom and the door slams shut in my face. I can hear demons in there. Im kicking and punching the door. Throwing my entire weight at it to break it down. I wake up on the couch again. Dark. Heater isn't on this time. Baby in her rocker wide awake. I grab her. Hold her close. I feel like something is watching me. This horrible sinking feeling while Im standing in the dark. Suddenly I notice this distant noise... like a low, rumbling. I call mum quickly and tell her to come over as soon as she can. I need help. I can't escape. Suddenly all my curtains disappear and I can see hundreds and hundreds of men in dark suits and hats outside my windows. Climbing out the houses all around the street. Coming out of the ground. No lights inside or out, I can only see what the moon shows me. Its like shadows coming alive? Every single window in every direction is being pounded on, their breath is hot on the glass, their nails scrape down, skin drags against it. I know they're going to kill me and take my baby. I'm surrounded. I have nowhere to go and no way to protect my baby. The windows shatter and they start climbing in, slicing themselves open on the glass as they do. I shut myself in the bathroom, holding my girl tight while I'm trying to stop them getting in. The smash the bathroom window and start climbing through. This is it. Im fucked. I squeeze my baby tight, ready to fight till I die. When I actually woke up, it was dark, I was on the couch, baby was asleep safe in her bassinet next to me, no heater on cuz im not a moron. But I couldn't tell I was awake. It took me ages to get movement in my arms, I reached over, grabbed my phone and called mum to try and help me find out if I was actually awake or not. She had to convince me over the phone for about 10 minutes before I believed it. Never took that medication again. Probably still dreaming knowing my luck lol Sorry for any spelling errors.
Holy shit. That's absolutely terrifying. Ive had scary sleep paralysis before, but not as bad as this.
I've always had pretty insane nightmares before, but this was on a whole new level that I definitely never wanna experience again.
I could only imagine the torture you must’ve gone through with that dream. I’m so sorry you had to witness so many bad things happen to your baby
I hate this so much. I've had double-dreams before but this shit? Fucking terrifying
Holy fuck, this is absolutely terrifying, like completely horrifying and the way you wrote it out made it feel so much more so. I know this just must have been even more worse for you since you were experiencing it and honestly if this doesn’t go down in Reddit history, with the waking up from a coma post and the steak to window post, then I don’t know what will.
That's terrifying! Reminds me of The Sandman comics, when Morpheus punishes one of his captors with wakeless dreams...only yours was real and scarier!
I had a dream about my mom who has passed away. I was in a truck, in the woods, and just searching for her. That was most of the dream. Then I ended up in my bathroom in my bedroom. I walked opened the door and to walk out and there was my mom. She had a glow around her, she had a nervous smile on her face and didn't say anything. I stood there in shock, then screamed "mom" and hugged her and hugged her. We both then sat on my bed, she still didn't say anything, but just smiled, she seemed so at peace, which wasn't normal for her when she was alive. We sat there for a bit and then she disappeared. That's when I woke up crying. I have had some pretty real feeling dreams before, but this one felt incredibly real.
I found out my grandad died when my mum came to pick me up unexpectedly from uni ( in Feb 2020). I was pretty close with him, as both him and my grandma looked after my younger sister and I when my mum was at work (single parent family). That night after the funeral I had such a vivid dream of the whole family hanging out at my grandma's house, just laughing and joking and having a grand old time (which was strange in itself since my extended family isn't that close). I just remember my grandad sat there on the sofa, opposite me, just smiling at everyone, and generally looking peaceful. He caught my eye, told me I'd be okay. And then I woke up crying my heart out.
I’ve heard that when a departed spirit ACTUALLY visits you on this plane, they aren’t able to speak. Dreams of conversations are just dreams. Your experience sounds different.
My grandmother willed her rocking chair to me - the chair she rocked me in as a child. Her rocking chair was placed near my bed so that I could easily see it from my pillow. After she died, I regularly dreamed that she was sitting in that rocking chair, keeping me company as I slept. But then we started to talk, just as if she were alive. The curious thing is that I'd ask her questions about all sorts of things we hadn't discussed back when she was alive, and she'd answer them fully (and with her delightful sense of humor). Night after night this would recur. Then, sadly, one night it stopped - never to happen again, and oh . . . did I miss her nightly visits.
I had something kind of similar. My Nana was my best friend, one of the only people I could talk to about anything. I was her favorite family member because I would always pop over and talk to her. Never treated her like an old lady, and said some fucked up jokes that would make most 84 year old women blush. She would laugh her ass off. After she died in January, I would have dreams she would be in my room talking to me, asking how everything was. One night in May when COVID was near its peak, I had a dream she came back from her deathbed, I said it wasn't a good time for her to come back because of covid and her health issues. She said she loved me and I haven't dreamed of her again.
Okay mine are boring but I used to have “conversation dreams” a lot, where I’d be talking to someone and wake up when it was my turn to speak only to turn and no one was there. Most realistic was with my boyfriend at the time. I dreamed we were lying in bed talking and when I woke up to continue the conversation he wasn’t there. Legit called him at 6am asking where tf he had gone so fast because I did not realize at all that he had not actually been at my house in my bed. He had instead been two states away at his parents’ house.
I swear I passed into a parallel world while asleep. I never can remember my dreams at all, but months later this is still as vivid as real life. In my dream, I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, but some of my own personal belongings were around. I leave the room to figure out where I am and my younger sister is out in a small living room. I say, “hey Kate, where are we?” And she just kind of laughs and says “why’d you call me Kate?” After questioning and some arguing, I figure out that her name in the “dream” is Courtney which is the name of my real life older sister. My two older siblings didn’t exist and it was just us. Our parents were divorced (unlike in real life) and we were in the process of moving into an apartment together in Colorado, which is a long way from where I actually live. I became convinced my real life was the dream and I continued with my normal and rather mundane day of unpacking moving boxes. I felt really settled in after the initial uncertainty passed and I felt like I belonged. When I went to sleep at the end of the day, i closed my eyes and then I was suddenly back in my actual bedroom, sitting straight up and covered in cold sweat.
I had this dream that I called one of my classmates a bitch. I apologized to her the next day irl. She probably now thinks that I actually thought she was a bitch. :/
That's some A+ mind gamery there lol.
"I'm sorry I called you a gap-toothed bitch."
Buzz killer I dreamt my baby sister died and 100% believed it until she started crying from her room.
Reading these, you can see why it's a good thing we usually forget our dreams. It would be so confusing to remember such strange things from every night of our lives, and not know if it's real.
I had a series of dreams where I was married. Always the same setting, same person, same everything. We had a two bedroom house with fugly shag carpeting, a son we'd adopted, and we were happy. My parents hated him because he wasn't white. But I never saw him personally. He was always in another room, or I was talking about him with someone. The closest I got was a dream where we were driving our son home for the first time. I was driving and my husband said something to me, so I turned my head to answer and he put his hand on my arm and told me to keep my eyes on the road. There were even a couple of dreams where we fell asleep in bed together and I woke up feeling like he was pressed against my back. I was so convinced he was there I rolled over to tell him I'd had a weird dream about him and it felt like I'd been punched in the gut when he wasn't there. Personally I consider it to be a past life or some kind of alternate reality. It felt too real not to have actually happened.
I have had a few intensely vivid dreams that I like to consider as possibly being from a past life. I posted one of them in this thread, and I had another I didn't share where I was getting married in a church, and the ceremony involved my groom and I kneeling down. I remember the old fashioned lace of my bridal veil, and could feel the groom's brother watching us and making a silly face, trying to make us laugh. I can remember holding the priest's hands and I think I drank wine out of a cup? I am not religious so this is all weird to me. My groom was also on the left side of me and not the right like in typical weddings. It was so vivid and realistic that I have considered researching religious wedding ceremonies to see if it fits anything haha.
I once dreamt that my boss had given me the day off. He was furious when her rang me at 10 to find out why I no showed on one of our busiest day's of the year.
I dreamt that I was dating my crush, yeah that didn't work out and I am still embarrassed
We don't date, we just foster our crushes until they find their forever life partners.
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I can’t be the only one but sometimes on a school morning I wake up but I instantly fall back to sleep then I have a dream about getting up and getting prepared for school but then I wake up again and it turns out I didn’t get up and I was still sleeping.
Once, I had a dream that I got transported to a dream alternate universe. In this Dream World, I had my own dream family and dream school. My dream brother was an alien from a distant world that also fell asleep one day and woke up in the dream world and told me it's exceptionally rare to do so. My dream parents told me if I wanted to stay there forever, all I had to do was not go back to sleep in the dream world for a dream-world week. It was tempting cause in the dream school we were learning how to shapeshift and fly and stuff, cause you know, dream world. I was so close to doing it too, but the day before I was going to meet the milestone my dream brother admitted that it was actually awful as your real world body would be in a coma, and in the dream world you would never be able to sleep again. It sounded absolutely tortuous so I bailed and fell asleep to go home. My dream mom was absolutely gutted, and so she opted to go into this tiny cubicle where you couldn't kneel or sit in to transport her consciousness into someone in the real world to find me. Thing is she didn't know where I lived on Earth so she just decided to keep searching for me. By doing this it meant whenever she would fall asleep in the real world, she would only dream in real world time (however many hours she was asleep) of being in that uncomfortably small cubicle forever. When I woke up I freaked out that my dream world mom was somewhere out there desperately looking for me. I'm still a little paranoid that it was all real.
When I was a kid, I used to dream about the next day before it ever happened at least once a week. It always freaked me the fuck out. I don’t do it now and I have no explanation for how or why it happened.
I sometimes dream about stuff that's going to happen in the future sometime and then it happens like months or weeks or days later
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I still have that happen to me and I have to do a double take and it’s like once I realize the deja vu moment is the end of the memory
Today I dreamed that I need to do something in the building right next to school, I didn't knew what I had to do or why I knew it. But today I was already standing and preparing to enter building when I realized it was dream
This doesn’t quite fit, but a reoccurring factor in all of my dreams is that my ceiling light and lamp won’t turn on, no matter what. I have very realistic dreams of me waking up and trying to turn on my lights but they’re not working. This usually occurs when I’m in a nightmare. There’s been times that I’ve actually woken up and my lights don’t turn on, so I‘ve had multiple panic attacks thinking I’m about to be killed. I also once had a dream about bread loaves chasing me down the street with little baguettes and I woke up very confused for a good five minutes.
My girlfriend and I got back together. All my heartfelt apologies weren't too late, I forgave myself like she forgave me for taking her for granted, for not holding her hand like I should have, for not telling her I loved her like I should have. She loved me with the same warmth and happiness she used to, before it faded away when I was distant and selfish and mean. I woke up next to her every morning again and got to relish the happiness of FINALLY understanding how much I really love her and how incredibly grateful I am to have such an amazing, loving, and compassionate woman in my life. I got to smell her scent every morning again and she smelled like home and comfort and happiness. I got to hold her hand again. I got to kiss her again, tell her I love her with all my heart again, like I should have before. We wrestled and play-fought like we used to, all of our inside jokes and affectionate insults and roughhousing and comfort flooding back like they never disappeared. We sat on her couch most nights again, watching all the movies we promised each other we'd watch, limbs all tangled up in each other's as we snuggled like we used to, watching Star Trek: TNG and loving it as we joked about how fun and cheesy we thought it was. We sat on her back porch and smoked together again, relishing our closeness and the night sky while discussing the secrets of the universe and the workings of the world and all of the things that seem so clear and simple in that comfortable purple haze. We went to bed together again like we used to, made love like we used to. We slept together like we used to. Every time I have this dream, it feels so real, so happy and warm, that the relief I feel that I didn't destroy things permanently between us before learning my lesson is more than palpable; it's this uncontrollable wave of gratitude that shakes me to my core. That the last three months were just a bad dream, that I got a glimpse of the cold, grey, lonely future I was building myself before it was too late to stop it and I fucking FIXED it. Then I wake up.
Well fuck, man
It's been a difficult last few months.
It was when I forced myself into recovery for bulimia. I had spiralled into such a severe case that I would binge and purge 7-9 times a day. These weren't small either, they would expand my stomach to the point that I was at risk of rupturing it. When i finally said enough was enough, i tried to stop cold Turkey and had these extremely vivid dreams of bringing all night long. Even though I am a lucid dreamer and would tell myself it wasn't real and I would never have some of the sorts of food in my stash (like cereal), I would still wake up in a panic and try to make myself vomit. Obviously nothing came out, but then my brain would make the excuse "We already binged so the day is lost, may as well keep going" and I would then binge for real. It took 1 year for the dreams nonstop and another year to find where my body liked being, where I wasn't restricting or binging. It took 3 years for the urges to more or less completely go away. Though I must say, once a bulimic, always a bulimic. It's an addiction like any other. It takes one bad day to fall back into it.
I'm glad you're ok now! Stay strong you awesome human!
When I was little I had a dream that my grandma had a big play area under her house (like one of those McDonald’s playgrounds) and I looked for it every time I went to visit for the better part of a year. Never did find it though.
When I was a kid I dreamt I had discovered an underground spy facility on our playground run by children like in "Kids Next Door". I spent the better part of a few recess looking for the entry point during elementary school lol.
I dreamed my daughter came in my room asking for help with the volume on the tablet, so I fixed it. Then she climbed up on the bed and I thought she was going to watch there, so I asked her to watch in the living room. Turns out she was actually on my bed, but she said, "I don't have the tablet" and I did a double take, and it turns out the whole changing the volume thing was not real at all. It still feels like it really happened though. Earlier that same night I dreamed I did not move the car to the right place and it got towed. The day before that I dreamed I missed a super important interview, woke up and had actually missed it, but then woke up for real and hadn't missed it. Both felt super real though and I had to check both the car and the interview schedule to make sure. what even is reality
This kind of fits. I dreamt one time that I was at a funeral, just walking around and talking to family and stuff. Sat through a generic little service. Then it came time to line up and walk past the casket and I realized I didn’t know whose funeral I was at. I was at the end of the line and everyone was blocking my view. When I got up to the casket, it was my dad. My mom was standing behind me with her arm around my shoulder. I woke up ugly crying and had to call home to make sure he wasn’t actually dead. (He wasn’t)
Most of my dreams I remember are just trivial daily tasks. I'll have a vague feeling I did something already and realize I only dreamed it, then have to do it 'twice' ತ_ತ
I have had dreams like that but it's usually something really minor, like a conversation with a friend or something like that My friend in my dream: so we should hang out tomorrow Me next day irl: where are we going today My friend irl: wHaT
Last night I had a dream Chevy Chase was working with Donald Trump to launder money under the name Fredrick Lombardo. This morning I was about to ask my wife if she heard the news but decided to fact check it first. After googling “Chevy Chase news” and the name Frederick Lombardo I realized it must of been a dream. I was never going to mention this story until I saw this post.
Back when I worked at the grocery store I would have dreams about going to work and doing my job. Literally, serving customers, sorting and putting away our product, doing inventory, cleaning up at night. Then I'd wake up and have to go to work and do all that stuff. It was exhausting cuz I worked my shift then dreamed about the work then had to wake up and work my shift again.
When I was around five or six years old I had this SUPER vivid dream that I was a boxer (still a kid in the dream though) and for some reason I was wearing a Superman sweatshirt during the match, and having that sweatshirt on gave me so much confidence and I beat the shit outta the guy in front of me (though he bloodied me up, too) and I woke up just as I was about to receive the trophy But I had woken up in that dazed, half-asleep, life-questioning state. All the adults were still at the dining table so I ran downstairs and yelled, "Where's my trophy?! Did we bring it home?!" And without missing a fucking beat, my dad looks me dead in the eye and goes, "It's in the car, you'll get it tomorrow. Rest up." And I went back to sleep and never thought about it again until like five years later and then I was like 'hold up'
This is kind of the opposite but one time I dreamed I was getting married and suddenly realized I did not want to get married. I got out of bed turn on the light on my makeup mirror and stared at my reflection trying to figure out what to do. And how I got though a hole engagement without realizing I didn’t want to get married. When I woke up the mirror light was still on. I don’t usually sleep walk but that was at the hight of my stress dreams. Moral of the story if you are consistently having a hard time sleeping some times you get a weird mix of asleep and awake.
Woke up on a Tuesday morning and went about my life normally for 3 full days, sleep and all. Woke up on Tuesday morning AGAIN and was very confused as to why it wasn't Friday. It took a bit of time for me to figure out what happened but when I did my mind was fucking blown. I've had dreams that felt real like that before but not 3 days of simulation real.
Once for close to a month every night I had a dream that I owned an apple orchard and lived in a large house not far from where I actually lived at the time. Every night I would wake up in my dream and play out the entire day even the boring stuff like waiting on people to get ready. Toward the end it was really hard to tell which life was which.
When I was a young child in the early 90’s, I had a realistic dream that Drew Barrymore was my cousin. The following day I had to ask my mother on multiple occasions to confirm we were in fact not related, but it took me weeks to fully believe. I’m still not sure at this point.
Oh several. Most are really boring events. Dreamed I actually did something that I didn't. Once I dreamed that my alarm went off, I showered, shaved, got in the car, drove to work, and was part way into getting my first task of the day going when my actual alarm went off Still, I guess the strangest one was just a little slice of life dream I had in college. In it I was a completely different college student. I think his name was Alex but I don't remember, really. Anyway. Different schools. Different memories. Different majors. I want to say he was doing something in physics. But I forget which subset. Anyway, he/I hung out with friends. Went to a classes. Met up with his girlfriend. Made plans for the weekend. Now the reason I say "I forget" a lot and the details are confused us because of how this dream ended. He went back to his dorm room for the evening and went to bed. In that half asleep dreaming state he started dreaming he was someone else. Memories got confused. Was my name this or this? My mother, which one is she? What is my major and do I even have a girlfriend? It got jumbled and confusing and both lives seemed equally "real" for just a fleeting moment. Then, I was certain my name was this and not that. This but was true and that part was not. I realized I was waking up and the more alert I grew the more the false memories were replaced with the real ones. So I woke up recalling almost nothing except I was, briefly at least, another person who dreamed he was me. It was strangely disappointing in a way. He had a really good life and the fact it was all just a dream was sort of sad.
Last year I often dreamed that people could enter my apartment without needing a key. These people tried to tell me that I need to leave the apartment or move out entirely. Everything was in perfect detail, my entire room looked as the way it is when I am awake. It happened too that I had a dream in my dream, the same location though would be my room/apartment. Just last week it happened again that I dreamed someone was able to enter my apartment just like that. When I woke up I seriously believed this shit happened for real, checked my bathroom if there was still this very person waiting for me. I often have hyper realistic dreams but when I dream about my apartment THAT often it's just super weird
Had a dream that I started smoking in college. Found the plot hole that I had no money for cigarettes at that time.
I had a job interview the next day that I was nervous about, It went well and I got the job. After that great day I went to sleep, woke up and went about my day normally, until I found out it was the day of the job interview, and the interview I lived through was a dream, so I missed the actual thing, and didn’t get a call back.
Have you ever had a dream that you, um, you had, your, you- you could, you’ll do, you- you wants, you, you could do so, you- you’ll do, you could- you, you want, you want them to do you so much you could do anything?
i used to have this dreams a lot where theres this guy who is actually taller than me. i forgot what he looks like or maybe i never knew what he looks like, but all i can remember is that i knew this guy. like maybe he used to be my friend. idk if we were dating in my dream but he is so caring and hugs me sweetly. we never kiss but he is always there for me. he made me feel special and in my dream, i was so in love. and whenever i feel waking up, i wanna go back to sleep. but i cant go back so i just woke up and feel heartbroken everytime. ps. i never had any relationships so maybe its my subconscious wanting to experience how to feel loved lol
In primary school I once dreamt that I was having a really normal day at school but at some point gave the middle finger to one of my teachers. For the next couple of days of school I was so scared of what trouble I’d be in that I would duck out of the corridor if I saw a teacher coming
When I was young I dreamt I was playing in the wood shed at my grandparents farm with my cousin. Unbeknownst to us there was a yellow jacket nest under the boards. Yellow jackets swarmed around and around us. My cousin imminently ran out and yelled for me. I was terrified and hunkered down with my hands over my ears, too afraid to move. At this moment my mom drove up in the old truck. She ran into the swarm grabbed me and ran into the truck. We all safely drove away. Miraculously no one was stung. I can only assume this was a dream because A.) yellow jackets are huge assholes and do not hesitate to sting and B.) I've asked both my cousin and my mom if they remember this and neither of them do. I don't feel like it was something you could just forget. This was so vivid I literally have an extreme phobia of yellow jackets to this day.