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I was taking a class about literature and we were reading a book called "Silent Hill" that supposedly inspired the game. It was a collection of short, horror stories that were world renowned for being genuinely terrifying.

I got excited and read one of the shorter stories in the back about a man whose wife died. The wife was very proud of her golden hair, so he tied it to the back of some ancient shields he had in his collection, then donated it to a museum to preserve it. For some reason, this gave me a chill up my spine, but I was excited to read the rest.

I should mention that last year I was having frequent, reoccurring dreams about having to take classes, forgetting about them, then only remembering when the final came up. This year, I'm having frequent, reoccurring dreams about graduating from college and needing to gather my things so I can move on. Been nice compared to the former.

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I had a horrible dream I was visiting my parents and we were back in my childhood home.

We drove past a Wendy's that was dressed up in a Homestar Runner style. It was based on an episode that doesn't exist where Strong Bad sells burgers. I begged my parents to get us some for dinner and they obliged.

I had bought a new episode of Invader Zim on DVD earlier that day. It was a new special they had just come out with where Zim and Dib accidentally made a clone of themselves, effectively making a child. Mom was curious and put it on but I was horrified to find out Zim was actually pregnant with the child and was going into labor during class.

At that point, Mom lost interest, saying it was "too squirmy." I told her basically all the episodes were like this. I put the DVD away and told myself I'd watch it later when I had some privacy and didn't have to worry about my mom making comments.

I went into my room and found the bottom of my tongue had swollen and the edges started turning gray with some kind of stalks tips turned white and swollen. I tried to squeeze them, thinking they were zits or something, but nothing happened. The stalks started to separate and I knew I needed help.

I came down to find my burger and Dad doing the dishes. His arms were terribly skinny.

I showed my dad my tongue and he said it looked like it was rotting. He was going to drive me to the hospital but suggested I eat my lunch first. I sat down but I wasn't hungry and it was going to be difficult to eat, especially with my tongue so swollen.

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In this one, I don't remember what happened before, but I ended up on a bus and it was taking ages to take me home. I remember being exhausted. I was back at the university. (I guess I don't always talk about it but I went to a university to get a bachelor degree and it was 4 and a half years of hell. I was severely depressed and anxious to the point of suicidality.)

Anyway I finally made it home, as in my childhood home, where I was still living with my parents.

I fell asleep in the dream and woke up super groggy. I went downstairs and my dad informed me I had slept all week... during finals week. I fell asleep in Monday and woke up Thursday. I got so frustrated at him and asked why he didn't wake me up. He said something about it not being his responsibility but he offered to drive me to the university.

I thought maybe I could get away with asking my professor if I could do my final over Zoom, but I couldn't get a hold of her. I tried looking up on the university website what her phone number was, but the website was buggy and broken. It was showing a portrait of a woman with my professor's name but she was too White. I remembered my professor was Latina.

Desperate, I called anyway but I got her voicemail. It was too late for me to wait any longer so Dad drove me.

I wanted to use the week to work on my final. I was taking some kind of acting class and the final was to put on a one-person performance. This has actually been a reoccurring thing for me lately: Having to go back to school to take a final for a subject I know nothing about. Anyway, all the other students were prepared, they even drew up small "advertisements" for their performance for extra credit. I scrambled to get something done, but soon it was my turn.

I picked up my handmade notebook that was supposed to be my script, but because I had no time to work on it throughout the week, the notes I wrote on it were utter gibberish.

Tears in my eyes, I told the professor I didn't want to go.

The class slowly devolved into chaos after that. One girl got sick and had to run to the nurse. I lied down on the floor and I guess I must have died because the next class came in and I started floating around like a ghost, begging for someone to notice me, but it was as if no one could see me. Then I woke up.

These are the kinds of stress dreams I've been having lately. :/

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I've been having stress dreams all week.

A couple nights ago, I had a dream my middle brother and I were still kids living at home. He was maybe 12. I asked him to wait for me for something, but then he got frustrated with me and started hitting me. I blocked as many as I could with my arms and begged him to stop. He yelled at me then stormed away.

All I remember was that it had something to do with a Tomogatchi?

I went to my mom in her bedroom and started crying, telling her what was happening. Her bedroom faced the stairs and I ducked behind the bed as I saw my brother stomp up the stairs.

It's strange because my middle brother has never been that aggressive with me.

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The dream I had last night was about college. My parents paid me to go back to get some kind of certificate and I completely forgot for two weeks. These were classes I had to be in person for. While it wasn't a big deal that I missed the classes, I had to make up a weekly oral quiz for one of my teachers and I hadn't studied at all.

I was struggling hard with some kind of new biology concept. Scientists had discovered a new kind of living being that was responsible for passing germs between organisms, but it had a very strange name that was difficult to pronounce and the word itself had symbols in it.

Hey brain, how about a break from all the stress?

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This one's really gross, unfortunately.

We (Boone and I) were back in my hometown visiting my parents.

I was getting really tired and desperately wanted to nap, but my parents had booked some tickets to show Boone another flamenco dance. (We saw one when his dad came to visit.) I fell asleep in the back seat, but it didn't do much for my energy levels.

We went to our table and watched part of the show, but as it turns out some of the actors were late, (I guess my brain decided to turn the flamenco show into a play), so we had an impromptu intermission.

I went to the bathroom but the stall door was busted. Unfortunately it felt like my tongue was swollen, so I went to check the mirror.

My tongue had swelled up in a horrific way. Either side was full of puss and turning yellow. Under my tongue were teardrop shaped growths with black goo balls at the end?? I don't know how else to explain it.

I tried biting down to squeeze out some of the puss like a zit but nothing was happening.

My mom saw it and told Boone to take me to the ER. Some of the people working there were also rushing to help me.

Just as Boone put me in the car I woke up.

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Had a series of bizarre and vivid dreams.

It started out at the grocery store. I was on my lunch break trying to find something to eat. Figured I'd just get some bread and cheese since it was easy. Unfortunately the store was closing and they kept flashing the lights rapidly to get people out. It blinded me temporarily and I stumbled about, unable to open my eyes without seeing the afterglow.

I found the cheese slices but I struggled to find the bread. I found a worker and asked him where the bread was and I was struggling to see. He said it happened all the time and led me to the bread aisle.

I went to the cashier and pulled out my wallet only to realize it wasn't mine. Mine is space themed but this one was black and had rounded cards.

I asked if they had a "lost and found," they said it was in the next building.

I went in and it was in a complex that had low lighting, bathing everything in orange, and everything was concrete. The first floor was a parking lot. I found a creepy looking janitor and asked him where the "lost and found" was. He said it was up the stairs.

I walked up 5 flights, I think. There were lots of huge gangsters looking to pick a fight and I had to look away, hoping they wouldn't talk to me.

I finally found a cardboard box on the top of the stairs labeled "Lost and Found." There was only one item inside: a dirty red sweater with a goofy graphic of a smiling dog??? face that said something like "Fuck You" or "Piss Off."

I moved the sweater to see if the wallet was underneath, which it wasn't, but I noticed someone wrote something on the sweater for me. It said something about how they hated my dog and called her a "rat dog" and they stole my wallet as revenge.

I called Boone and told him the bad news. He wasn't sure what we could do about it.

I headed underground to the subway. It was dark and creepy and very uninviting. I somehow found a friend and we took the train together. Unfortunately we got a little lost and I somehow I figured out the name of the guy who stole my wallet was named Barry the Bear, a cartoon character who made a brief appearance on Bluey. (This is something my brain completely made up, there is no bear on Bluey.) I tried to look him up on my phone but nothing was coming up.

We asked a middle aged woman where Barry was and she told us he was way out in the forest. I arrived at the station and had to climb over roofs to find his place.

The bear actually looked more like the bear from My Little Pony but with tan fur.

He was a mean bear and told me how much he hated Kimchi and he would not be giving me back my wallet.

Later he went to work where he was deeply unpopular and his supervisor told him that if he didn't push people away, he would have friends.

He went back home and apologized for his behavior and gave me back my wallet. Then I woke up.

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After having that last dream, I later had a dream we were living in the same building as one of my favorite artists but we found her outside our door right after someone stabbed her in the stomach.

Can my brain stop giving me stress dreams PLEASE???

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Been having a horrible, stressful evening and I ended up passing out at like 9:30 PM. I then proceeded to have a dream that my brothers died due to some kind of negligence, so I joined a group that had a bone to pick with the group causing said negligence.

I don't remember much about it but part of the vengeance was juggling a tiger's head like a basketball. Except this lion was white with blue stripes and had like 6 eyes.

Anyway, back to bed. It's only 12:30 and I still have work tomorrow.

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I had an extremely intense dream where I had to go back to work at my last company. The last place I worked at was very toxic and bad for my health, but I had no other choice and I desperately needed a job.

We met at a different building for our first day. It was very high up, like 50 floors, with large glass walls so you could see everything below.

I came in nervous and said some jokes that didn't land. I don't remember what they were. But we moved on quickly.

The first day was fairly chill for the most part. I was desperate to start working just to keep my mind off things.

The second day we moved into a building that wasn't even completed with construction yet. We had to climb scaffolding in order to get into our suit.

At some point, we reached a part that was just a ladder tied to the scaffolding tied together with bright yellow strips. I tripped and fell directly onto the strips.

There was a new guy in charge named Ben (who does not exist IRL) who decided that it would be better for the company and the financing if I was gone, so to everyone's horror, he stomped on me until the strips broke and I fell to death.

Though I didn't die in any material sense. I basically became a zombie? But also I turned into a mothman, so basically I got reborn as my fursona.

Everyone was shocked to see I had returned but I got put back to work almost immediately.

Later an old manager I had that I rather liked IRL (she's gone from that company, moved back to England), told me that I needed to stop talking so harshly about politics. Baffled, I asked when I talked about politics and she told me to just never talk politics.

Annoyed, I went out to fly to let off some steam and accidentally ran into a gang shooting. I took refuge behind some discarded mattresses and hid until they were gone. I remembered how I used to jump on mattresses at my dad's work when I was little. (This is a thing that actually happened.)

I took flight again, watching out for any stray bullets. Eventually I found Ben's office and told him I should sue him for pushing me. He waved away my concern until his lawyer said he would be screwed if I went to court with my case.

As a power move, I sat at his desk and he told me that my face looked off. I told him I had to start wearing makeup in order to look alive ever since he killed me.

I can't remember what happened after, I just know I had to fly far away so Ben couldn't find me.

I spotted a place across the river with underwater geysers spewing out green water. Not like toxic sludge, just like ocean water but green instead of blue.

I tried to touch one of the geysers but the current nearly pushed me under so I flew a little further.

Eventually I found some hammocks with wooden panels for the backing. They weren't very comfortable but I decided to sit in one and rest up.

Shortly after, a bunch of masseuses came in with some other clients and I laid in the hammock terrified. I had been caught.

Thankfully the masseuse who came to my hammock said that she worked for Ben as well and as far as she was concerned, Ben owed me at least a free massage.

She cracked my back and massaged my shoulders but then rumor was Ben had arrived and I would need to run.

Then I woke up.

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I was working as a call girl of sorts. Basically, people could hire me to go on a date with them. I was walking to work and being harassed in the parking lot. Guys were whooping and hollering at me in my tight dress and high heels. I did my best to ignore them and walked into the building.

Next thing I knew, I was in the passenger seat of a car and a guy with black hair was driving me somewhere. It was a long drive and I took the time to catch up on sleep. I would occasionally open my eyes to see where we were and realized we were driving up a familiar mountainside. (Well, familiar in my dream.) I knew we were going to some sort of amusement park or something. Lots of guys took me to this location. Problem being, the mountainside drive could be dangerous.

A truck came at us and the guy turned a little too hard, causing the car to roll over the edge. After a second, the car fell down a small ravine. Luckily it wasn't too far down and we were fine, but I was pretty mad at the guy for taking the turn too sharply.

We ended up at a police station where my mom came to pick me up. Unfortunately it was taking forever for them to look at our case and we sat there waiting for hours.

Finally, the guy said we should kill some time by heading over to a bar or something.

We ended up playing pinball. He was really good at it, but I wasn't.

Afterwards, we went on a walk and he confessed to me that he really liked me and wanted to go steady.

I've noticed the closer I get to waking up, the more I remember details of my real life.

I told him I can't because I already had a boyfriend and it was a miracle he let me do this job. He was disappointed, but understood.

Then I woke up.

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I had a dream my current contract ended and I desperately needed a new job. My last coordinator messaged me and said they needed a concept artist and animator. Despite hating working for that company, I took the job because I needed it.

I drove there with my college friend who I haven't spoken to SINCE college. She was also working for a company nearby.

We arrived at a parking garage that was packed with cars. We managed to squeeze into a spot then walked through a mall that I'm fairly certain I've been in before in previous dreams.

The mall was a labyrinth of long escalators. I needed my friend's help to find where the company was.

I arrived and started work inside my own office, which was nice. I worked for a gruff man I've never met before. He kept his bird's cage in my office and the bird was really rough looking. Feathers were molting and it looked terribly sick.

At some point I passed out during work and woke up to my boss yelling at me. Turns out his bird had died and he blamed me for it, saying part of my job was to take care of it. I told him I wasn't aware of that, he said it was in the fine print of my contract.

He was going to decide the next day if I should be fired, then I woke up.

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I can't remember how it started but I was following Timón and Pumbaa from The Lion King. I didn't mean to I just kinda got sucked into it.

I had to hide out from their boss who paid them in... Jelly or something?? Gummy candies? Turns out they were laced with heroin. For some reason Timón and Pumbaa had strings on their fingertips. I have a strange mental image of them shoveling the foam or gel or whatever into their mouths, eating the strings with it.

Just as the heroin was kicking in, they started talking as though they knew I was in the room. Finally they called me out and I revealed myself. They assured me they wouldn't hurt me.

I said I was afraid of their boss who was a big, imposing man. They assured me they would keep me hidden.

Eventually they took me to a different location where everyone was doing heroin in an abandoned hotel and unfortunately I don't remember after that.

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At the beginning of this year I cut off a friend for the sake of my mental health. Since then this person has gotten therapy and medication and my animosity has simmered. For the sake of this story, I'll call my ex-friend A.

Last night I had a dream that my partner and I went to visit A' uncle's house or something. I had been wanting to talk to her over Discord but decided talking in person would be better since she would be there.

The uncle greeted us warmly as we got into the house, but A was looking at me coldly. Understandable. We had a pretty nasty fight that caused the friendship to end.

The uncle and the rest of the family were very hospitable, feeding us plenty and letting us have free access to the fridge, as well as letting us sleep on the couch or in the bedroom as needed.

I kept trying to get A into a private conversation but it always seemed like we just missed each other.

I finally gathered the courage to meet her in her room and knocked on the door. She didn't open it and instead talked to me through the door. I asked if we could talk, she said no.

I was disappointed but said: "that's okay. I understand." I left, sad I wouldn't get the closure I was looking for.

Later I returned to her room and she opened the door, willing to talk this time. I began to explain how I was proud of her for taking the initiative to get help, but she interrupted me and said we should talk in her room instead.

Inside the walls were painted blue and there were lots of Pokemon stuffed toys along the wall. I excitedly began to look through all of them, trying to remember the names of all of them.

Eventually I remembered why I was there and explained that I was happy she was taking the initiative to get better and I was really proud of her.

A smiled and shrugged, happy that I said that.

We talked for a bit, agreeing that while what happened between us was shitty, perhaps we could find a way to move on, maybe even start up the friendship again.

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I had a dream that someone gifted me a cat inside a shrink wrapped package. The way the cat was designed was to stay in a sort of stasis until you opened the package, then the cat would come to life after a few minutes.

I remember the cat looked pretty weird in the package with its face all smashed against the plastic. But after opening it, it started to look more like a regular cat.

It looked like a small grey and white Oriental shorthair, though it wasn't nearly as long-legged. But she was ever so sweet. I remember naming I Kimchi in the dream, despite that being the name of our IRL Shiba Inu.

I was showing her off as my brothers were playing on the upstairs computer from our childhood home and our dad was next to them. The cat jumped on my dad's lap before landing on the computer monitor. My dad usually doesn't like pets but he was amused by the cat's antics.

Later the cat led me to a place where rooms connected to rooms but I hesitate to call it a house. It was more like several houses merged into one with no sense of separation between them. One neighbor could see into another's kitchen and living room.

The cat ran around through structures, though I wasn't too worried about it running off. In the meantime I was enjoying the company of all the other pets living there.

I wandered into a kitchen where our friend S said he found something and lifted a towel from the sink to reveal several newborn puppies all snuggled up in towels.

I commented how they looked like baby basset hounds then I woke up.

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I slept so incredibly hard and had some absolutely buck wild dreams.

In one I was running around the mall. It was like the one from my hometown. I got a call from the gay blonde guy from Modern Family (IDK what his name was I didn't watch the show). Turns out my dad had remarried him and the blonde guy was trying to get to know me better. I was very open about accepting him and even jokingly called him "Mom." Unfortunately the call kept cutting out randomly so he would sometimes react delayed or something, but I remember being really open to him being my second dad. (I guess my mom wasn't in the picture in this dream.)

I eventually decided to settle on calling him "Pop."

I remember going through the women's clothing section and went "ugh I hate women's fashion," and being nervous about telling Blonde Dad I was non-binary.

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In the next dream, I was still a kid and my brothers and I moved into a new home. I got a new room next to my youngest brother's, though it was only divided by a thin wall that had a gap under it for some reason?

I had to work or something so I wasn't able to finish with unpacking. I had to make a meal for myself in my room using one of those travel stoves. It took forever to warm up and I don't think I ended up making my meal.

I realized that it was 8 in the morning and I had stayed up all night so I wasn't going to get good sleep, so I decided I would help unpack instead. I went into the closets and discovered all the outfits belonged to my brothers.

Mom came in and asked if he hung up my clothes like she asked and he was on the bed looking sour.

I only had a small closet in my room. It didn't even have a door, just a curtain. Mom promised she'd get me plenty of shelves and drawers.

But now I didn't know where my clothes were and I was upset and panicked.

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The last dream was the most interesting to me.

While I was in the room in the previous dream, I started watching a movie. It had two words. "Cartoon" was the first but I don't remember the last.

It was based on a graphic novel and novel written in the 1980s with the comic coming out in the early 1990s.

It starred a bunch of prevalent cartoon characters, one of them being Bart Simpson.

It started off interesting: basically an adult comedy with cartoons swearing.

But eventually, the mystery revealed itself. There was some kind of underground mob boss who was making the cartoons' lives a living hell. They were being killed for not following the rules and it was up to the protagonists to find them and take them down.

||At some point, Bart Simpson ran up a tall building and began to build scaffolding on the roof. The protagonists only arrived just as they realized what he was doing. They tried to stop him, but couldn't reach him as Bart climbed the top of his creation. He said something about finding the mob boss, then jumped off. The protagonists watched in horror. One in particular was devastated because Bart was his best friend.||

After that the tone changed and became much darker, the clock ticking to find the mob boss.

I became so fascinated by this movie that I went to the book store to find the graphic novel because I had seen in a review that the art was phenomenal. Unfortunately I could only find the novel.

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I had a nap today and during it, I had a dream my partner and I were house-sitting a place that was past a wooden fence. (For some reason in my dreams, my partner and I are never in the place we actually live in. We always end up moving or living somewhere else. And yet my childhood home tends to be pretty accurate to how it was.)

The fence was somehow connected to the afterlife and inside the house was Waffles. We had to keep him secret because everyone would be wondering why he was still alive. But we knew he wasn't really alive, just existing in this plane.

We took Kimchi with and she was so happy to see her big brother and they started playing. I was so relieved I was able to see my boy again.

A siren must have gone off outside because I heard it in my dreams. I was expecting to hear Waffles howling at it like usual but I heard nothing. I went into a bedroom to find he was sitting on his bed.

I asked him why he didn't howl. He got up and did the silly front-sploot he used to do and gave me a little corgi chirp.

I decided it didn't matter and wanted to take him back home with us so he could be with us and Kimchi for a while, then I woke up.

Some weeks after my pet beagle, Freckles passed away, I had a dream about her running as fast as she could. I told my partner about that and I said I hoped Waffles would visit me in my dreams.

When I woke up from my nap I told my partner about the dream and he said "do you think you had your Waffles Dream?"

I don't know. I hope I get to see him again. I want to see him running one more time in my dreams, just so I can feel that closure.

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I had a dream about chipping my teeth so that's fun…

I also had another dream I was painting two lesbian unicorns with their baby and the scene became real and the guy from American Gods, Shadow Moon, but more heavily tattooed, said he was gonna kill the unicorn with his gang. I tried to fight him but he said if I tried to stop him he was gonna kill me so I backed down. Then Zim in a puffer jacket and skewed baseball cap smoking something came out and told me they had killed the unicorn. I think they just killed the one, the baby and the other one were fine I think. I ran away, upset I couldn't do anything to stop them. But then I saw a prophecy somewhere about beasts that returned from the dead. I went back to Shadow Moon and saw they had cut up the unicorn. Despite this, I heard screaming and I knew the unicorn had come back to life, then I woke up.