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Does anyone else have full sensory immersion when it comes to dreaming? I have feel, hear, and taste everything! When I touch carpet I feel carpet. When I get stabbed I feel pain. I can evening taste food and drink! Feel the temperature and the gusts of air and feel my hair move in response. That shit is both a blessing and a curse, imagine being in a super terrifying nightmare and feeling everything. Or slipping and eating concrete, that shit hurts man.

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3/12/23

So this dream starts with me in a decrepit town, clearly a shanty town. I think it’s in Russian or at least near the Russian border because quite of people were speaking russian. But as I get onto a bus and someone makes a line about needing to talk in multiple languages to survive here. There was languages like polish, Czech, etc being spoken and written but Russian was the main one.

Apparently I am a prostitute as well?? Idk. A new therapist office has opened with cheep prices which was unheard of. I’m like “Yay! I can finally afford therapy!” And go.

The therapist, I think is name was Robert, was this lanky, red-head, nice sweater guy. Definitely not from the slums. We have a few session with each getting more and more personal but weirder and weirder as he gets more possessive. One day I come in and he fucking chloroforms my ass.

I wake up in like this small island house with a bunch of people. Apparently they were all also previously patients of his too and got napped too. The reasons he kidnapped me and the others was to “protect us” and to have a “family”. It was a mix of adults and kids and I’m immediately like fuck this and try to escape but again this shit is on some fucking miniature island.

Dusk comes and I’m stressing out on how to get out and this other chick comes to me and is like “hey, i managed to sneak two inflatable rafts. We have a window right now to jump through the window and escape.”

We quietly sneak out the window and book it to the mainland. We alert the cops, go back to the island, arrest Robert, and free the rest of the people. But that isn’t the end tho.

I go back to living a normal life, no longer as a prostitute but me and the chick create a support group for the victims. We go to one of the schools the kids went to to have a meeting on how to create a support system for them.

Ya wanna know who shows up last minute claiming I’m his spouse? Fucking Robert! The dudes brother was the mayor so only got fucking community service for fucking kidnapping people! I go into a rage and fucking kill him.

Some context on why i maybe constantly have dreams like this is that I am a sex and romanced repulsed Aroace. Yeah.

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7/11

Ok get ready for this one because this is some fanfic type shit.

So I’m in my house and it’s evident that I just moved since I’m stressed out and all my stuff is in boxes. I’m wondering how to unpack all my stuff when my mom calls me into the hallway. I come out and she is yelling that a dead bunny is in the hallway and tells me to pick it up and toss it outside.

So I grab a paper towel, pick up the poor thing, and open the front door to toss it in the bushes. But then I notice across the street, in a construction zone with those large pipes and stacks of building materials I can see people hiding, clearly watching me, and when I noticed them they shuffle away. Of course with dream logic I just brush it off and go back inside, my mom calls me again and tells me to get all my boxes and to get in the car.

Next thing I know we are in a clearing in a forest with the Marauder from The Bad Batch. I’m like “WTF mom?” Then the bad batch (clone force 99(wrecker, tech, hunter, echo, and crosshair)) shows up and are all like “Hey cyar’ika ;)” and again I’m like “Mother, has thou forsaken thine last WTF inquiry?”

So my mom finally explains that she has arranged the batch to take me to give me a better life or some shit. I realize that the people hiding were the batch. My response is a reasonable, “First off, fuck you, secondly fuck no.” So out of stress in fear I begin to curl into myself with a blanket I had on my and scoot away from anyone who gets to close as they load my stuff onto the ship.

Wreck just grabs me and of course I struggle to no avail and soon I am on the ship and in space. Now I’m freaking the fuck out, trying to negotiate my return but they ain’t having it. They get me to go to bed since it was late, being nearly sundown at the time, and when I wake up we have landed somewhere else and all my clothes have been unpacked. I change into something else and try to put in a set of earrings but notice the little box where I keep all my earrings is noticeably empty, maybe one or two small ones in there. I go to hunter and ask where are my earrings and he says that they tossed them since they didn’t like ‘em. I get pissed but notice a opened door to the planet and see a chance to escape.

I toss the box at his face and run, I find my way into a small town where a group of humanoid aliens greet me and show me around, they soon tell me that there is a possessed artifact causing trouble in woods and need someone to kill it. Having been torn from my home I volunteer. After getting to the forest and fighting of legions of these little bugs things and avoiding the batch we get to the artifact and the batch have caught up to us, their yelling something I don’t remember as i pierce the thing with a pick and in a flash of light everyone is sent back far away except me. I start hiting it again as a form of double tap to make sure.

The batch find me again and take me back to the ship and start patching my injuries, and I am not feeling well AT ALL. The last thing I remember is them being all like “it’s ok cyar’ika, your still adjusting, we understand.” And then I wake up.

I spent like 10 minutes wondering what the “my mom sold me to big time rush/harry styles” type fanfic bullshit was that.

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Forgotten/unknown date

Ok so one was a couple of months back but I still remember this in great detail.

So I was maybe 12 or 13 in this dream, definitely in middle school. I was with my mother and we walked in this building that was supposed to be her new place of work.

We had recently moved into a new city so it was just me, my mother, and my dad. So me and my mom go into that building which was around 4 stories tall, a pastel but dirty green, and in the middle of a empty lot, the main reception room was fairly small with a evaluator, a couple of chairs with a coffee table, and the receptionist desk straight ahead.

So, apparently the receptionist/boss is TFA Ultra Magnus (I have no clue why he such a prominent character in my dreams, he just is) and the second I enter he his just staring at me. Just wide eyes and not even blinking. He goes back to normal when my mother starts talking about the job to him. At one point she introduces me to him and I don’t really remember any of the conversation other than him saying “I wish I could have kids of my own...”

I’m creeped out at this point and nope out of their as soon as my mother says her goodbyes and start walking towards the door. We head home and just like that it’s the next day and I’m saying goodbye to her at the office, as she goes to where so is supposed to be I attempted to walk out to wait for my dad to pick me up but is stopped by Magnus. The following conversation goes like this (UM and Me)

“Good evening.”

“Hi...”

“I believe you are [Mothers name] child, you visited yesterday.”

“Yes... that correct..”

Then my father comes in, and UM gets annoyed. So the next of couple of days go by and my mother doesn’t return my dad goes out to report her missing but doesn’t come back either. Then one morning I find UM at my door step, he goes on to tell me do to my parents “unfortunate” disappearance that he is my guardian from now on until my parents are found. At the start it’s just days of awkwardness of him trying be to a dad towards me, but with me smelling some fuckery a foot I quickly either ignore or shut him down.

Shit really hits the fan when he starts suggesting that my parents may have abandoned me and starts becoming for possessive to the point of refusing of letting me leave the house with out him.

“The time between their disappearance only being days apart is somewhat suspicious, isn’t it?”

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but you’re fathers car was found abandoned aside the road next to the forest...”

“They both seemed very skittish and secretive the days before they disappeared...”

“Where are you going?! NO, not without me!”

“I am your guardian, and it doesn’t seem that your parents will be back anytime soon, in fact I am considering officially adopting you due to that fact”

So I’m finally like ok shit is not ok I have to investigate on my own, so during the night I sneak out to the office building

I climb into the vents and search around until I find the bodies of both of my parents dead, bodies hidden in the vents. So I’m panicking but then UM’s voice comes on the intercom saying that I need to come back home and shit.

“OP, this isn’t funny. Get out of the vents so we can go home now.”

“OP! Come out now! You are my child! They didn’t deserve you in the first place!”

As I panic, trying to find an escape route I find the a large drop in the vents and decide, “you know what? Fuck it.” And throw myself down the vent to off myself, but mid fall a panel closes the vent, I hit it and wake up.

It was 7 in the morning on a Saturday so I said fuck it and when back to sleep. Accidentally continuing the dream. So, I wake up in a room in a cabin. Nice bed, room is clean, no signs of damage anywhere, no red flags. But I get up and walk out into the hallway which was open and upstairs.

Looking over the banister I see a normal small living room, again with no red flags. But then UM walks in with Optimus prime and Sentinel prime and see me and starts says about “oh, how much of a fall I had and that I should stay in bed.”

I screech like a banshee and run back into the room panicking on how to escape. After running around the room for a few, I managed to break the window open and climb out. The last thing I remember was UM yelling at me to get back here and then waking up.

I have some real funky ass dreams sometimes.

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3/17

Okay so, I dreamed that I lived in a world where robots owned humans like pets. It look like all robots pretty much pampered their humans but for some reason not having to worry about paying bills or having responsibilities just wasn't cutting it for me. So I ran away from my robo owner, got thousands of other people to come with me, claimed a Mall/secret capital building, murdered Elon musk with a crow bar, and set up camp for the revolution. So we’re collecting resources, making plans, and doing research. So we find out that the supreme Robo overlords are in China and we’re all like “SHIT, WERE IN FLORDIA!!!” So I’m like “ok ok, let’s not worry about that right now we need to start at the local level and grow our cause” and then suddenly Transformers animated Ultra Magnus shows up with the entire elite guard. Immediately everyone in the area is like “What in the fuck?!” And prepares to get their robot murder on but then Magnus explains that their different and trying to help (the transformers bots and bots being overthrown look noticeably different, the overthrown being more human like) but sudden base is attacked and I wake up in my room. BUT PLOT TWIST TIME MOTHER FUCKER! I was still in the dreaming. I had actually shifted to that reality for so long I had forgotten about my original reality, so I’m like “Shit! I have to go back and finish what I had started” so I plopped back and woke up in a completely different location, it look like a high-tech base. I was sitting in a stair well and I was incredibly beaten up, bloodied and bruised with bandage and gauze wrapped in a few places on my limbs. Then Ultra Magnus comes up, drapes a blanket on my shoulders and sits down with me saying “There is a lot I have to explain to you,” and then I woke up for real this time.

Did I start a revolution? Yes.

Did I murdered Elon Musk for some reason? Yes.

Did I ever find out why I shifted to said reality in the first place? No.

Do I know how the revolution ended? No.

Did I stare at my ceiling for 10 minutes after I woke up wondering what just happen. YES.