I'm woken up by my partner kissing and holding me, but I quickly realize that I cannot move my body and become aware that I am still asleep. I say "You're not my partner!" I watch as he transforms into this smiling demonic face that scurries into the darkness.
I am in the backyard at night and there's a dark feminine figure starting at me. I cannot make out her features, but I know she's here to assassinate me. She starts running towards me in odd, flexible movements. I try to run, but she is too fast. I throw a large rock towards her and it miraculously hits her straight in the head (I don't have good aim). It kills hers. I pick her up and she turns into a garbage back - just like picking up trash in the Sims.
I'm at the beach with my coworkers, notably my boss and her husband are there. At first, we are on a boat. My boss says that she is gonna go scuba diving, and we can go off and do whatever. I'm hiking along the cliffside and the trail gets smaller and smaller. Suddenly, I'm at the point where it is so tight that I have to shuffle my body sideways. The rocks crumble under my weight. I am falling into the ocean with jagged rocks below me. The fall is long and I have enough time to propel myself to the open ocean (is that how that works?). I plug my nose and curl myself into a cannonball. I'm in deep water, but I am able to swim to the surface. The current is strong and pulls me away from the shore. I grab a rock and pull myself up. There is a river mouth nearby that flows into land. I debate whether to try to swim towards it or wait at the rock. I decide to wait, and eventually, I see some boats. I wave at them, but they do not realize I need help. Finally, an older couple who is traveling to the river stops and gives me a ride.
My partner and I are back in my hometown at my mom's house. It is identical to real life. We had just moved back from redacted. We have to get something from Walmart. The air is chilly as we exit the house and enter the vehicle. The route we take is identical to real life (I never had such a dream so close to reality, it was unsettling) I talk to my partner about how weird and different it feels being back. My friend from the place we moved from texts me, but I do not respond immediately because I am having a conversation. We arrive to the destination. She keeps texting me, and I get overwhelmed because I am trying to respond to her first text as my partner is speaking to me and Walmart is overstimulating as hell. As I am actively trying to finish my text, she sends a message saying something along the lines of "I know you are back to hometown, but I thought you still wanted to be friends". I call her trying to explain that I wasn't ignoring her and that I was just at Walmart and could not respond quick enough. I start talking about how different it is here and that I miss redacted. I sob about how I'll probably never return to redacted since it is so far away and expensive to get there.
I went outside to pick avocados from the tree in my backyard, but they were all rotten.
In my dream, I was a young child again, sleeping in the same bed as my mother. I'm sleepwalking and I did something that frightened her awake. I don't remember exactly what I did, but I think it was something along the lines of standing over her with a knife. The thought of having no control of my body while sleeping freaks me out, so I felt very unsettled waking up from this dream.
I'm walking in my hometown, and I come across this large property with trees. There's a solid path for public use and a stepping stone path which is private property. I become disorientated and end up on the stone path. I try to quickly make it back, but I come across a girl. We talk and she wants me to play with her. I follow her to her mansion that has a bajillion indoor pools. I meet her mother who is a blonde woman with black rimmed glasses. She is suspicious of me, but after talking for a bit, she invites me to stay for dinner. She gives me a tour of the house. All I remember is a bunker with shelves full of food and water. We sit down at a long table covered in various food items. Once we are done eating, I make my way back home. There's a ton of people smoking cigarretes everywhere I look - on the benches, sitting in the grass, in gazebos. I am filled with dread and turn around back towards the mansion. The table is filled with pink and red consumer goods. I specifically remember socks with strawberries on them and brown roller skates. I want to take them, but they look too small. I flip them over to check the size, and it says 9 and a half - too big for me. The mother comes back and asks me if I took anything. I told her I was just looking. She replied that she would have killed me if I had taken anything without asking.
I become aware that I am dreaming and crawl out of bed. I walk into the dark kitchen, but it is a little off from real life. The cabinet handles are out of place, and the door leading outside is on the opposite wall. I go through the door and turn to see my surrounding, but it starts to fade into darkness. I'm at a store with my mom, and she shows me a trash can she thinks I should buy. You press on the lid and it pops open. I read a label for a collapsible mop. It looks like one of those red ones that everyone seems to have (I can't escape consumerism even in my dreams).
I stay back at my work's office to wash my clothes (?). After thirty minutes, I'm like,"this is dumb" because I have clothes I need to wash at my house. I cancel the washer, but then water starts coming out of the outlets. I have to clean it up, but its hard and yellow. By the time I finish, it is night time. Three of my coworkers left their lamps on, so I turn them off. As I'm locking the door and about to leave, I notice my boss looking up at a tree. She calls me over to check out the hummingbirds. I tell her that I did not know that there were hummingbirds where we live. They're eating the fruit off the tree, which suddenly turns into pumpkins that start to fall. She runs to her son because a pumpkin is about to fall on him.
I am a black mother with a baby that died from natural causes, but the police are investigating. An officer offers me $50k to be a part of an anti-drug campaign called Sugar Baby. My deceased baby would be placed face down into a pile of sugar to warn parents about keeping children away from cocaine. I refused, but the officer threatened to charge me with murdering the baby if I did not participate.
I was in an unrecognizeable house with a long, dark, spooky hallway. I sensed the presence of ghosts and felt very frightened. I would avoid the hallway at all cost and kept the lights on in the other rooms. Eventually, I got sick of being scared and started screaming and running wildy back and forth through the hallway.
I started a food delivery service, similar to something like doordash, except I used carrier pigeons.
Mugwort is an herb that is noted for causing deep sleep and vivid dreams. I drank some mugwort tea before bed, and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. This is highly unusual for me since I typically toss and turn for awhile. My partner was still brushing his teeth when he came into the bedroom to ask me something. I did not respond. A few minutes after he laid down, I sat up in the bed. He figured that I was getting up to go to the bathroom. A few more moments passed, and I am still sitting up. He asks if I am okay and tries to lay me back down once he realizes I am asleep. I suddenly start shouting and flailing my arms at him. He was not hurt, but definitely startled. I don't recall what I was dreaming of.
This dream occured a few weeks after my patner and I moved into a new house. When we moved in, we only had an air matress for a couple of days until the movers dropped off our stuff. In the dream, we were sleeping on the air matress in the kitchen. I turned over and looked on the floor. In the darkness, I saw roaches and various creepy crawlies. In reality, I was standing on top the bed, screaming that there were bugs. My partner, jolted awake by my screaming, was concerned that there were actually a bajillion insects crawling on the floor, but he soon realized I was sleeping. I woke up in a confused state wondering why I was standing on top of the bed.
I was in my closet getting dressed to meet a friend at the mall (my teen self’s favorite past time). I turned around and saw myself asleep in my bed, and suddenly, it felt as if my soul was sucked into my sleeping body. There’s a heavy weight on my chest - it is the vengeful spirit from The Grudge! I’m filled with terror and try to scream for help, but no sound comes out. My bedroom door flings open, and a bright, white light shines through. It is my recently deceased grandpa, dressed as a tourist with a hawaiian button-up shirt, a panama hat, and a brief case. The weight is lifted from my chest. He tells me not to worry and that we will see eachother again.
