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I had a dream where I was eight separate people, each with separate names and believed identities, and the antagonist figure was trying to convince me (us?) that we were all the same person by manipulating us if not directly controlling us into killing each other. It began with the eight exploring an abandoned beach littered with driftwood with only blues, grays, and a sunset that made for a deep yellow, but once the antagonist figure was found within one of the demolished wooden structures, the room (completely intact despite the outside) was decorated in gold and red while the eight still reflected the former blues, grays, and yellows.

I also had a dream where that same antagonist figure was siphoning people's memories through dragging dreaming people's projections into his shared collective dream. The dream itself had me experiencing a belief of losing my ability to recall the past overtime while fleeing people who stood progressively more stationary as they lost their identities. The walls were a deep violet, cloth-like and semitransparent but still solid to the touch despite the appearance of being blown in the wind. Going through doors had me enter the same place from another entrance, so there was no way to escape on our own.

I also had a dream where it was as if I'd never moved away from where I used to live, my entire life spontaneously reinvented in an instant to that of that version. Recalling "the past" had me recall fabricated memories up to that point, and waking out of the dream took some self-debriefing. In the dream it felt like it might as well have been the reality.

These were very different from the usual sorts of things, like flesh patches that consume flesh as they attach themselves to you while releasing a carrion stench that attracts more of them, dark mosquitos with a beehive of eyes jutting forward from their head that inject a nightmarish liquid from their blade-like beak that causes the subjects to burst into more of the creature, but despite how brutal the attack looks the subjects only flinch as if they had a shiver, faceless humanoids a third of my height with more skin than their form requires making for strange movements that seemed to only reflect murderous impulses for all those around them (including more of themselves) based on proximity, and people who can't seem to see what's happening until it's already too late, remaining ignorant even of the deaths around themselves until they too were a victim as if they became blinded of their own peripheral vision and senses. Thankfully I've had much less memorable dreams lately.

My dreams as a whole tend to have a theme of working against me. My attempt at lucid dreaming instead had everything I tried go wrong. The more I thought about things in the dream, the more things that the thoughts themselves began to sabotage, and increasing the complexity only made the reason it didn't work that much more complex.

Many years ago, I had a dream that I was in the passenger seat of a pickup truck.

The driver was Kurt Cobain.

He was speeding down a country road at night. A black kid was crossing the street, and Kurt ran him over. I told Kurt that we had to stop, but Kurt did not want to get into trouble. Moments later, a police siren sounded, and the lights could be seen flashing behind us in the rear-view mirror.

Kurt drove us to a labyrinth, and then we both got out and started sprinting from the police through it. I made it to the end of the labyrinth, which had a stairway leading to a ledge above the maze. From above, I watched the police tackle and arrest Kurt.

I looked ahead of me. There was a massive gate, and Willy Wonka stood in front of it, congratulating me for making it out of the maze.

The police stormed up the stairway, and unloaded their guns on Willy Wonka. He died very quickly. A soul chorus sung, "and that's the last they seen, of Willy Wonka." Then I woke up.

by Turncoat

I had a dream where I was eight separate people, each with separate names and believed identities, and the antagonist figure was trying to convince me (us?) that we were all the same person by manipulating us if not directly controlling us into killing each other. 

Haha, have you seen the movie Identity? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0309698/

A convict introduced as "Malcolm Rivers"—who was abandoned as a child at a motel by his prostitute mother—awaits execution for several vicious murders that took place at an apartment building. Malcolm's psychiatrist, Dr. Mallick, has discovered his journal that may explain why he committed the murders.

Back at the hearing, the contents of Malcolm's journal are revealed, indicating Malcolm suffers from an extreme case of dissociative identity disorder, harboring ten distinct personalities. Mallick is able to bring forth one of Malcolm's personalities, Ed... thus revealing that all of the events happening at the motel are concurrently occurring inside Malcolm's mind. Each one of Malcolm's personalities is represented by one person at the motel. Mallick explains to "Ed" that the events at the motel are a result of treatment Malcolm is receiving—i.e., the killings at the motel are Malcolm's mental attempts to eliminate his nine excesspersonalities. Mallick further gives "Ed" the mission of making sure that the hostile personality (i.e., the one responsible for Malcolm's committing the crimes for which he is being tried) is eliminated to prevent Malcolm from being executed.

I've never had lucid dreams. I can't wrap my head around them, and how you could control what's going on.

A hot girl came towards me with seductive and thirsty language then became a snake and bit me in the neck :/

I had a really strange dream where someone was trying to kill me family in my old house. Some farmer with a traktor was trying to kill them.

I don't know how but I turned into that farmer and ran over my dad, he died and was unrecognizable some red mush like gelo and I ate him or what was left of him.

I also had I strange dream where I was taken hostage and managed to overpower one of the guys. I knocked him down but there was one more somewhere in the house. But you know how in the movies and stuff the robbers and people reach for the gun all sneaky when they are down. I was so afraid he was faking being knocked I beheaded him. I think it has to do with trust etc...

I had a dream I was King of the world... I hated it. 

I also had a dream SC had a reunion... we shouldn't plan one guys. Lol

I've dreamed about sitting in a place of stillness and there is just no movement but the up and down of my chest from breathing. for some reason that dream is always intense.

Lucid dreams are my fav. I don't sleep enough to dream at night so yeah lol. Lucid dreaming I believe is done when one side of the brain is more dominant. In other words those people can accomplish lucid dreaming better than others with the opposite being more dominant. For some reason my brain glitches and neither side is more dominant so I am ambidextrous. My lucid dreams realte to my currents thoughts or worries. 

"Haha, have you seen the movie Identity? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0309698/"

I'd forgotten about that movie entirely! Wow, that is creepily coincidental. Not sure how to feel about that.

The government agency in your dream represents your dubious sexual orientation. In your dreamworld, your repressed sexuality takes the form of an ominous government agency. You would run across an entire continent to get away from this agency—this points to how much you try to avoid confronting these feelings that you attempt to bury and forget about. Their only outlet is in the playground of the subconscious: Your dreams.

The agents represent the anxiety that you feel about certain orifices or acts, perhaps involving a group of persons (hence why there were agents not an  agent).

The spear is certainly a phallic symbol. As these agents penetrated you with their spears, you died, but also you felt relief. Finally, your feelings had gotten the best of you. You were at last liberated.

I had the fucking weirdest dream last night, I don't really remember any of it except for the end, but what happened was I was fighting this big government agency by myself, I don't know why. But anyway, I had their agents chasing me all across Europe (why Europe??), and then they finally caught up to me and stabbed me with these spear-like things, and right when I died I felt so relieved, like it felt so good to finally be defeated. And then the dream ended.

What does it mean??? o.0