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Had a dream I was in the back lf an SUV and someone strangled me with piano wire
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Dream:

Wandering around a hotel/dorm/medical facility of some kind trying to find my room assignment. Not a completely run down place, but worn around the edges. Crowded with amiable younger dudes I was too busy to talk with.

Heard I could pick up work as a secretary to reputedly cantankerous Hal Jordan, but that didn't sound right. As I was waking up, realized it meant author Hal Clement (no knowledge that he was a jerk IRL).

"My Love" by Mitski played incessantly.

#DreamJournal #Dream

Dream:

Wandering around a hotel/dorm/medical facility of some kind trying to find my room assignment. Not a completely run down place, but worn around the edges. Crowded with amiable younger dudes I was too busy to talk with.

Heard I could pick up work as a secretary to reputedly cantankerous Hal Jordan, but that didn't sound right. As I was waking up, realized it meant author Hal Clement (no knowledge that he was a jerk IRL).

"My Love" by Mitski played incessantly.

#DreamJournal #Dream

Had a dream that one of my lens broke in half and instead of getting new glasses I just wore an eye patch. #dreamjournal

The backrooms motif of course representing something artificial closing in around you. Entrapping. And not just AI. I relate backrooms to my corporate days, which predate the liminal spaces trend by a long margin.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

The backrooms motif of course representing something artificial closing in around you. Entrapping. And not just AI. I relate backrooms to my corporate days, which predate the liminal spaces trend by a long margin.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

Honestly this is the #1 reason I avoid looking at AI content as much as possible, even in passing. Why I hold my hand up in front of screens if I can't skip.

I don't want that shit in my subconscious.

I fill my mind with as much stuff as possible. But not that shit.

The flying fake rooms were trying to mimick humanity, collecting and perverting, with a sense of wanting to replace.

Reflecting back, I think maybe sky things represent the collective mind. In my dreams, underwater scenes and houses have always represented my own mind. A sky disaster affects everyone. So the imagery of fake houses in the sky, well that's really deep.

Good job, brain.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

Honestly this is the #1 reason I avoid looking at AI content as much as possible, even in passing. Why I hold my hand up in front of screens if I can't skip.

I don't want that shit in my subconscious.

I fill my mind with as much stuff as possible. But not that shit.

The flying fake rooms were trying to mimick humanity, collecting and perverting, with a sense of wanting to replace.

Reflecting back, I think maybe sky things represent the collective mind. In my dreams, underwater scenes and houses have always represented my own mind. A sky disaster affects everyone. So the imagery of fake houses in the sky, well that's really deep.

Good job, brain.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

There was another moment when the zeitgeist entered my disaster dreams.

The sky was filled with lights as per usual, and meteorites were falling. The news was on. Fox was talking about their new website, Foxipedia Jr.. A conservative wikipedia for kids but somehow their font was in crayon.

I had that dream sometime in the early 2010s.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

There was another moment when the zeitgeist entered my disaster dreams.

The sky was filled with lights as per usual, and meteorites were falling. The news was on. Fox was talking about their new website, Foxipedia Jr.. A conservative wikipedia for kids but somehow their font was in crayon.

I had that dream sometime in the early 2010s.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

Ok so my disaster dreams have upgraded for the times. My subconscious has been exposed to Backrooms concepts enough.

I've long had disaster dreams, usually tornadoes, or weird sky effects, maybe aliens, stuff going on in the air.

So this time, the sky began to fill with flying .... rooms? Little apartments or houses filled with furniture, but stuff wasn't right, like something was trying to copy everyone's homes, but messed up. Like little IKEA showrooms flying above us, changing as it learned.

So that's interesting. That I can mark the moment an aspect of the zeitgeist entered my subconscious. This is collective unconscious magic.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

Ok so my disaster dreams have upgraded for the times. My subconscious has been exposed to Backrooms concepts enough.

I've long had disaster dreams, usually tornadoes, or weird sky effects, maybe aliens, stuff going on in the air.

So this time, the sky began to fill with flying .... rooms? Little apartments or houses filled with furniture, but stuff wasn't right, like something was trying to copy everyone's homes, but messed up. Like little IKEA showrooms flying above us, changing as it learned.

So that's interesting. That I can mark the moment an aspect of the zeitgeist entered my subconscious. This is collective unconscious magic.

#DreamJournal #Jung #liminal

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

What secrets do your dreams hold? A gilded key, a steaming cup, a silent forest, a leather-bound journal... Each a whisper from the Dreamworld. Dive deeper into the symbols that echo in your subconscious. Consult the Dream Oracle to decode your dreams. #Dreamwalker #DreamJournal #Symbolism #MysticEscape

#Dreams I received a bamboo steamer as a present. It contained a dead fish that I could throw in the carriage window of anyone who sent me #spam

Take that!

#dreamjournal

#Dreams I received a bamboo steamer as a present. It contained a dead fish that I could throw in the carriage window of anyone who sent me #spam

Take that!

#dreamjournal

Edited a weird old dream entry: two dudes, half-socks, a green department store, archaic vocabulary, questionable adolescent phrasing, & the haunting possibility that embarrassment is just loneliness trying to get noticed.

#DreamJournal #WeirdDream #Inscrutable

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsofmoribundmurdoch/187082980205/im-so-lonely-i-must-desire-to-be-embarrassed?source=share

dreamed that world of warcraft was good again #dreamjournal

I've been heavily processing lately. Lots of dreams.

Last night it was me arguing with my MAGA brother, who also IRL refused to help me when I was in crisis caretaking our mother until I left (now he's stuck with her).

In the dream he had a full-sized love android, and I'd seen her be violent but he hadn't, so he was denying it. I didn't want to be around her because I knew she'd kill me by order of the government surveillance apparatus. And I was trying to convince my brother of this, and of the fascism of it all. I was trying to use my questions method, but he just kept completely avoiding and deflecting. I started just screaming at him.

The setting was a series of connected shops right on the Canadian border, so I was jumping back and forth by crossing from the diner to the gift shop while other things were going on.

#DreamJournal #journal #Recovery2026

I've been heavily processing lately. Lots of dreams.

Last night it was me arguing with my MAGA brother, who also IRL refused to help me when I was in crisis caretaking our mother until I left (now he's stuck with her).

In the dream he had a full-sized love android, and I'd seen her be violent but he hadn't, so he was denying it. I didn't want to be around her because I knew she'd kill me by order of the government surveillance apparatus. And I was trying to convince my brother of this, and of the fascism of it all. I was trying to use my questions method, but he just kept completely avoiding and deflecting. I started just screaming at him.

The setting was a series of connected shops right on the Canadian border, so I was jumping back and forth by crossing from the diner to the gift shop while other things were going on.

#DreamJournal #journal #Recovery2026

I was in a dilapidated warehouse and shot someone during a societal collapse. I'm not sure if he really died but his corpse kept reanimating and taunting me telepathically.

I was then in a high rise apartment where an earthquake happened and the building tipped over with me in it. #dreamjournal

This week I had some of the wildest, most vivid dreams.

On three different nights, the dreams were so immersive that I could feel sensations like rain and wind. Emotionally, they were incredibly raw. I woke up one morning crying, and another morning, livid. I often have lucid dreams, but these felt more real.

I kept thinking, what’s changed? After some reflection, I realized the only thing different about those nights was that I took 1000mg of Tylenol (acetaminophen) right before bed. I’d been taking it regularly for a few weeks due to a serious injury, but recently had stopped, except for those three nights.

Curious, I did some digging and found out that taking Tylenol before bed has actually been linked, for some people, to more vivid or emotionally intense dreams. 😮 I had never heard of this before!

Just wanted to share in case anyone else has noticed something similar. The power of these dreams has really stayed with me and given me a lot to reflect on.

*Note: This IS NOT medical advice or a recommendation. Taking any kind of medication, over the counter or not, has real risks, especially at higher doses. Please use only as directed and talk to a doctor if you have any questions.*

#Dreams #LucidDreaming #VividDreams #Acetaminophen #Tylenol #DreamJournal #SleepScience

This week I had some of the wildest, most vivid dreams.

On three different nights, the dreams were so immersive that I could feel sensations like rain and wind. Emotionally, they were incredibly raw. I woke up one morning crying, and another morning, livid. I often have lucid dreams, but these felt more real.

I kept thinking, what’s changed? After some reflection, I realized the only thing different about those nights was that I took 1000mg of Tylenol (acetaminophen) right before bed. I’d been taking it regularly for a few weeks due to a serious injury, but recently had stopped, except for those three nights.

Curious, I did some digging and found out that taking Tylenol before bed has actually been linked, for some people, to more vivid or emotionally intense dreams. 😮 I had never heard of this before!

Just wanted to share in case anyone else has noticed something similar. The power of these dreams has really stayed with me and given me a lot to reflect on.

*Note: This IS NOT medical advice or a recommendation. Taking any kind of medication, over the counter or not, has real risks, especially at higher doses. Please use only as directed and talk to a doctor if you have any questions.*

#Dreams #LucidDreaming #VividDreams #Acetaminophen #Tylenol #DreamJournal #SleepScience

[dj] Rayan caught Fish Tial
- Tial was in a slippery new form while visiting the barn with mermaids inside. Thanks for the help, little bro!  #spaceRARt #furryart #scalieart #cute #fish #crocodile #dreamjournal

#Dreams: @EmpyClaw posted a story starting with:

.0000042 ounces of pure energy spent writing this #boring yet factual historical fiction @NaraMoore

In response to my post about "blunt" prose. March 28th #writerscoffeeclub

Thank you @EmpyClaw I will be sure to read it as soon as I dream it up.

#dreamjournal #writingcommunity

#Dreams: @EmpyClaw posted a story starting with:

.0000042 ounces of pure energy spent writing this #boring yet factual historical fiction @NaraMoore

In response to my post about "blunt" prose. March 28th #writerscoffeeclub

Thank you @EmpyClaw I will be sure to read it as soon as I dream it up.

#dreamjournal #writingcommunity

Today's dreams:

1. A D&D "battle royale", except instead of PvP it's solving NPC problems around a densely packed city

2. A "horror story" about a detached shadow seeking its long dead body. More sad than scary

3. Small-town slice-of-life where a youkai genius locus lives. A few of us can talk to it, and it's cranky but lonely

#dreamJournal

Today's dreams:

1. A D&D "battle royale", except instead of PvP it's solving NPC problems around a densely packed city

2. A "horror story" about a detached shadow seeking its long dead body. More sad than scary

3. Small-town slice-of-life where a youkai genius locus lives. A few of us can talk to it, and it's cranky but lonely

#dreamJournal

[dj] White Sports Tiger Comes 🐯🐲
- cool character from a dream, he came from space to challenge local heroes in athletics! #spaceRARt #furryart #scalieart #tiger #dragon #dreamjournal #digitalart

[dj] In the Chaos Library
Fun dream creature https://bsky.app/profile/Arantii.bsky.social possesses and shade Alfonso searching through books!  #spaceRARt #furryart #scalieart #shadowpeople #ghost #dreamjournal

[dj] In the Chaos Library
Fun dream creature https://bsky.app/profile/Arantii.bsky.social possesses and shade Alfonso searching through books!  #spaceRARt #furryart #scalieart #shadowpeople #ghost #dreamjournal

So, I have a habit of occasionally and inconsistently trying to jot down my dreams. It can sometimes take me hours to do because they are so detailed, and tie back into other dreams I may have had years ago.

It's not a consistent habit. Often getting to work on time takes precedent. Every so often, I'll wake up and I'll find I already started a dream note. This usually means I woke up briefly and don't remember it, but I was cognizant enough to take some quick bullet notes. The first one of these in 2026 happened the night of January 1. And I'm posting it here unedited because it's short.

I might post some of the longer ones someday, but we'll see.

#DreamJournal #KatNaps #TalesOfAKat

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2026-01-02

- Landing in a neighborhood after zooming into an Earth overlay
- leading a crowd?
- 1842 1801 house numbers
- stranger danger?
- stranger still, she turned into something else after staying out after dark.
- Are the basements haunted?
- Why are men?
- The trees are my friends

Can't remember the many many subdreams

So, I have a habit of occasionally and inconsistently trying to jot down my dreams. It can sometimes take me hours to do because they are so detailed, and tie back into other dreams I may have had years ago.

It's not a consistent habit. Often getting to work on time takes precedent. Every so often, I'll wake up and I'll find I already started a dream note. This usually means I woke up briefly and don't remember it, but I was cognizant enough to take some quick bullet notes. The first one of these in 2026 happened the night of January 1. And I'm posting it here unedited because it's short.

I might post some of the longer ones someday, but we'll see.

#DreamJournal #KatNaps #TalesOfAKat

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2026-01-02

- Landing in a neighborhood after zooming into an Earth overlay
- leading a crowd?
- 1842 1801 house numbers
- stranger danger?
- stranger still, she turned into something else after staying out after dark.
- Are the basements haunted?
- Why are men?
- The trees are my friends

Can't remember the many many subdreams

In today's dream, mostly forgotten by now, I was in the pokémon world.

Somehow, humans have just learned how to teleport on their own, no teleportation pads or networks necessary.

This has resulted in another mass deurbanization as humans have started living wherever they want, usually in more natural surroundings together with pokémon.

1/2

#dreamjournal

In today's dream, mostly forgotten by now, I was in the pokémon world.

Somehow, humans have just learned how to teleport on their own, no teleportation pads or networks necessary.

This has resulted in another mass deurbanization as humans have started living wherever they want, usually in more natural surroundings together with pokémon.

1/2

#dreamjournal

If you enjoy books that make you reflect and see life differently, Dreams: The Magic of the Night is a fascinating read. Built from decades of real dream experiences, it shows how dreams can guide awareness, healing, and growth.

get copy now: https://www.authorkennethgray.com/book/

#DreamsTheMagicOfTheNight
#DreamJournal #ExploreYourDreams #books #bookcommunity #reading

If you enjoy books that make you reflect and see life differently, Dreams: The Magic of the Night is a fascinating read. Built from decades of real dream experiences, it shows how dreams can guide awareness, healing, and growth.

get copy now: https://www.authorkennethgray.com/book/

#DreamsTheMagicOfTheNight
#DreamJournal #ExploreYourDreams #books #bookcommunity #reading

perhaps i left it in the other lot? i tilt softly and fly off towards it, once again in the passageways which are a bit like an ikea maze. trying to get there more directly , i fly higher up and go through one openings in the architecture. as i fly through this large open window , i get layers and layers of spiderwebs right on the face. i can feel some of the spiders crawling around , probably way more surprised than me. i have minor telekenetik powers so i use them to pull the layers off, but it takes a it of time. totally gross. i stay cool and no one sees me freaking out, thats the important part :)
so yeah, flying is super cool but sometimes you fly into spider webs and thats gross. i’ll have to remember to wipe first or dive feet first next time and not face first . sorry for the length, my dreams are very detailed and k can write so much more on what happened but it would be a book #dreamjournal

perhaps i left it in the other lot? i tilt softly and fly off towards it, once again in the passageways which are a bit like an ikea maze. trying to get there more directly , i fly higher up and go through one openings in the architecture. as i fly through this large open window , i get layers and layers of spiderwebs right on the face. i can feel some of the spiders crawling around , probably way more surprised than me. i have minor telekenetik powers so i use them to pull the layers off, but it takes a it of time. totally gross. i stay cool and no one sees me freaking out, thats the important part :)
so yeah, flying is super cool but sometimes you fly into spider webs and thats gross. i’ll have to remember to wipe first or dive feet first next time and not face first . sorry for the length, my dreams are very detailed and k can write so much more on what happened but it would be a book #dreamjournal

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