Weird Dream Sharing

Stupid weird dreams. Was fighting for a seat in a stadium. Ended up sitting next to Donald Trump where he was complaining about crazy people breaking the stadium by jumping in their seats, causing whole sections to break off and become unusable. What the actual fuck.

Then later on had to deal with a talk to a manager lady and her 15 kids, because she'd taken up all the seats and I was just trying to get a burger and some fries. I ordered from a guy that looked like the sheriff dude from stranger things. Asked if they had sides other than fries, and he pulls out a coloring book picture of fries saying, "yeah, we got white fries, but we cook them to make yellow fries, or if too long black fries." Was like OK buddy don't need to be condescending, just gimme a burger and some fries. The food never came out, I ended up needing to go to the restroom, and the bathroom was fucked up. Urinals had walls that were just over the height of your dick so everyone could see you trying to take a piss onto the floor, because there weren't actually bowls to pee in. When I got back to sit down, that lady had taken my chair for another kid that showed up. I was also carrying around a heavy backback the whole time.

I just woke up. Really hungry even though I ate before bed. I also somehow ended up completely naked (as in all my clothes, shirt, night pants, and underwear, on the floor next to the bed) ...?!?

I was walking up a mountain to speak with some type of oracle at the top. Lots of people going up the mountain too.

I got to the top and the people in front of me were a father and daughter who offered strawberries for the oracles guidance. I went up next and had those little mandarin oranges, but instead they asked me to donate my pants.

Conefed said:

My 5yo jumped on me to wake me, I was dreaming something that I now forget but I didn't wake. Instead I entered an alt-lucid dream mode state. I became sensitive to my RL surroundings by touch. I could feel the sheets on my legs, what I was touching with my hands, etc, but I didn't have control of my limbs yet and my eyes wouldn't open. Instead I continued the dream, but in the dream I could still move and touch things. The things touched in the dream felt as real as the RL things. The dream sounds sounded equally if not more real than the RL sounds. I've seen double before, but I've never felt double before. It literally felt like I was in two places at once. I felt that I had only one set of arms and legs but I could feel with them four ways. I could also sense a space gap between.
I've never had that sensation package before.

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I've had dreams like this before. I used to lucid dream all the time when I would take naps on the couch mid-day. One involved being on the ground watching a plane take off, while I was simultaneously *on* the plane.

I just had another messed up dream. Won't write out the story, but it involved walking in on my wife getting plowed by another dude. One of those "it feels real and you're still hella uncomfortable and unsure if it was real when you wake up" kind of dreams. Once I fully regained consciousness I realized it was obviously a dream, because no fucking way would I try to run 50 miles in bare feet, and the woman getting plowed wasn't even my wife, but an ex-girlfriend from like 20 years ago.

Just woke up from a nap... Had a dream about a class war. These people were fighting against business men (of which I was apart of) when they thought they were to blame for la policia going to war with them. They had setup booby traps and all sorts of shit. I ended up befriending them when they realized we were fighting each other for the wrong reasons. It wasn't us to blame, but their government. I would later find myself hiding with one of the families in a restroom. I call 911 on my phone in secret and put it back in my pocket, because as much as we had become "friends", they would never let me leave this large building if it meant going through their territory.

Through a small window, I was able to spot la policia militarizing outside. SWAT military style, with large trucks. Serious shit. I didn't want to catch a stray bullet so I try to escape the building from another side and eventually find a window facing an empty side road. I escape.

I run into a separate group of people wearing flack jackets with big yellow letters reading "SAFETY" on them.

"Help?" I ask.
"No, get the fuck away," as he points a pistol in my face.

I run in another direction, down one of the streets that appeared empty, and away from both la policia and "safety".

From there I encounter another group. "English?"
"Yes, just say yes sir."
"Yes sir."
"Follow me. What's your name gringo?"
"John." (not my name)
"Jaahhn, OK."

He leads me to this elaborate setup of lines and puts me at the back of the queue. I see one guy in chains. Several other guys in rags, looking and sounding like they were excited about something. I overhear, "Maybe I'll get a good spot in the mines this time." I'm like fuck this, I'm out.

I keep running.

I get to this area with ropes, buckets full of white material. I hear voices in the distance, "good mine, good mine". I start to see these holes in the walls, with plastic everywhere. They were like meth mines. I started to lose feeling in my legs and had to start using the ropes to move forward. As I went further and further I lost more and more control of my body.

Last thought before I woke up was, "I'm going to die down here."