I dreamt I was about to become a pretty girl, then woke up before anything could happen.
A tiger attacked some children, and ripped the flesh right off their bones.
I dreamt twice.
In the first dream, mom and I went to a mall. There was lots of Sanrio stuff there. I was walking around looking, with my mom going a little way away, when a person who worked at the mall came over to me telling me they needed to check me for covid. They had what looked like a needle in their hand. I totally freaked out, screaming, and began to cry. I didn't want to do it, and my fear of needles began to overwhelm me.
The needle turned out to be a spray, and she sprayed it before walking away. My mom came over to me and became irate, telling me I needed to calm down. We walked over to a bench where we sat down, but I couldn't stop freaking out over it.
In the second dream, I went to my grandma's house (even though she lived with us IRL). I went to the back door, and a grey dog showed up begging for food. Apparently, she hadn't been home in a while. I gave him a tray of noodles, and he led me to the side of the house. There was a giant lawn like a field, and there were many dead or starving dogs.
When I walked from the gater there, I saw people running toward pools. There was a lot of excitement as music played through the air. I realized then and there it was the last day of school, and they were holding a party in celebration. I started crying as I saw everyone else having fun together. I woke up with the music still playing in my ears.
I had ditched class, because I didn't know where to go. I hung out with other kids who were ditching. The inside of the school looked like a mall, with lots of glass. A member of school staff chose to hang out and talk with us. They looked like my old middleschool gym teacher. Then things took for the worst.
The school became crowded, and there were people intent on killing students. While those people were being arrested, a zombie outbreak occurred. I clearly remember jumping the back fence, running down to the canal, and hiding in the mud.
Yet suddenly, I was back at the school. I saw parents outside the school's fence being attacked. I jumped into a cart and drove down into a hallway, worrying as it darkened. I went and did it again... jumping the back fence, running down the slipperal canal, before seeing an explosion of rainbow flowers.
I climbed back out from the canal. It felt like more time than I thought had passed- and it did. Everything was back to normal, and everyone was outside on the school grounds, with the building being decorated in rainbow flowers. There was a lady standing next to a large bell, and I went up to her and told her I was back, but she didn't hear me. She looked to another teacher and openly asked when I would be back, before looking out to the air, asking if I would ring it. I did, and everyone grew excited, and that's when I realized that I didn't realize that I was dead.
I woke up, because there's nothing else to do when you're dead.
I was dirt and smelly. We went to a restaurant in a small village to have Christmas dinner.
I was in a big school. P was there. I can hardly remember a thing- all I was left with were images and feelings.
A kitchen was being overrun with nazi zombie mice, and people were being slaughtered by cartoon violence. Somebody recognized me, and followed me into a very small comic book store looking to pick a fight. I was able to hold off the drill they were holding long enough for people to come in and create some distance between us. I sat down on a bench, where someone sat to my right, and my assailant sat to their right. They began to talk, and I looked at the books in front of us on a table.
There was a book about David Bowie, and dream me knew that that guy liked him, so I handed it over as a peace offering. I then looked at the other books on the table, and saw there were art books. The guy noticed, and asked if I was still drawing. I said no, that I didn't see a reason to do it anymore. I told him he must have found that funny, and that he could laugh if he wanted to now. But his expression changed drastically. He responded, "No... that's really said, I'd never wish for something like that from anybody."
Then the person between us said something that revealed where the guy worked and he hushed him up while he kept looking towards the Bowie book. I woke up as I looked at an illustration of cartoon ants marching from a leaf.
My mom and I were upstairs alone, while my sister was asleep in her room. My mom told me my sister had taken a picture of something in the room, and she had seen things... it scared me. My sister suddenly cried out, and we went to the room, but it had only been a cat that startled her. The thought of what my mom had told me, however, unnerved me more and more, until I couldn't take it anymore and I woke up.
In my second dream, my mom and I kept moving around places in search of a home. But weird things kept happening at the houses we looked at, or they just felt unsafe and unsanitary. One house had two openings outside but no doors, no toilet, and one bedroom, with a wall made halfway of glass creating a second bedroom consisting entirely of a bed. Another house needed major fixes, and mad newspapers all over the floor making mentions of some families.
The last one we visited was a shared house. At night, a girl fell down from somewhere, rolled over, and started to cough up blood. It was instantly contagious, and people began falling over and coughing blood. I made my mom leave with me. Someone spoke to us about the situation and showed us a diagram that presented that the majority of the homes we were looking at had been cursed by the deaths of marginalized people. I told my mom we should get our things and find a house elsewhere.
I was looking for a place I had been in another dream. I clearly remembered where it was and what it looked like. I entered a store, and when I exited it, the place around it was empty. So in the end, I couldn't find the place I was so keen on remembering.
I was in a fear world. The fear I wrote down was so vague, even they were unsure of it. Though, that was the point- I didn't want them getting under my skin.
There was a place underwater, where I was participating in a stage play. I felt miserable doing it. There were kittens in my backpack, and sharks in the water. I put my foot against the glass, and even though there was no way to reach me, felt the toxins of the stingray below. My legs became wobbly, there was seaweed, and a city where I wanted to run away from it all. I could just gone home.
I had to wash myself using a toilet/sink in a bathroom that had no stalls, with another person in the room. Two girls started bullying and making fun of me, so I left as quickly as I could. I walked down to a mall and someone pointed at me, asking if I was donating today. I didn't have my shirt on. When I looked at the booth the person was standing at, it was for donating and buying organs. There were jars, plastic or glass, with wooden covers and labels that had inky-black images of the organ inside. The booth itself was made of glass with blue, purple, and green lights. I scrambled away from there.
In my second dream, I only remember things like sleeping together, a password, and being taken to a house with other prisoners. I made multiple escape attempts before finally escaping out a window. I came across a woman and begged her to take me in.
Dreamt I was arguing with someone over the existence of muscle and nerve damage from playing too much Splatoon. It felt weird that the girl I was debating was denying it, because her dad, who played too much Splatoon, was in pain.
I was trying to go home after school, but couldn't, because all the roads were dead ends.
There was Mario Kart, and we found a girl in a capsule freezing inside of it. We didn't know what to do about it.
There was a being whose blood could heal any kind of wound, including lost major organs and body parts. Had to get them away from somewhere. Thought we were gonna make it with the police right up ahead, when an assassin blocked the path and began stabbing me.
I was in a store for pornographic books, where old men were acting inappropriately. I got caught up in a modeling thing when and earthquake happened. I may have seen Rabies-Chan after the earthquake, when I went to the mountains. Before that happened however, I was at a restaurant and bar establishment. I was sitting next to someone, but I was seeing this from the perspective of someone else.
In my second dream, I was part of a cult that destroyed things for fun, especially the remains of the dead. Lots of laughing and driving around and partying. At one point, we claimed the urn of a woman. There was something to it. Two children were awestruck by it in a bad way, and the woman appeared as a spirit, willing to barter for something I can't remember.
I saw a pretty woman who had an emo appearance, with thick eye liner and hair. I kept insisting that I knew her from a party my mom brought me to in my childhood. I seriously felt like I knew her.
I then joined a voice chat with R and G and one other person I can't remember, and as I looked over at R's stream, saw them mute me. I left a bit heartbroken.
After that I watched a series of gore videos that revolved around a school bus. I wanted to look away, but it was all in front of me... a man is electrocuted, another hung by wire, one turns into a burst of blood from falling into machinery, someone is electrocuted by the blood pooling out, and there was just an excess of blood and bodies.... It sounds cartoonish, but it all felt intentional.
My dream ended with a city listening to the music of a singer that didn't exist.
I went to an event with my family. It was at the beach, and people were having a good time. We drove at night and ended up at some shopping place. It got weird around here.
There was a shop that was closing down, but people were still allowed in to buy things so they could get rid of inventory. I walked around, and saw a wall of animation cells that were for sale. I kept walking around looking at it, and saw there was a wall dedicated to Neopets. I started crying, because it made me feel like I had lost something in myself.