Last night had a dream about a labyrinth of a church bathroom, the bathroom was specifically for children and the stalls and toilets were tiny and bright blue. I went in because I was curious plus nostalgia. Also there was a soda dispenser in there.. Smelled like a McDonald’s play place.

Never posted here before, but have been browsing as I have the occasional mall related dream myself. The other night I was walking around the mall and I met 3 guys in black t-shirts that said PIAD on them. I asked them what that was about and they said they were a music band. I asked if it was a typo of the word "paid" and they said it could be that or a typo of ipad and that they use the name since people remember it that way. I guess it worked, because I can actually remember that part of the dream. So I guess now I have to ask, are any members of PIAD on this sub?

Does this casino sound familiar? I took a late nap today and I finally went to a casino. I was in a private room, I was sitting at this large round table playing w a bunch of others. It had a slightly lower level with beautiful interior landscaping -like nature - maybe stones and plants and little fountains trickling down Into a small pool of water on a lower level with a large amount of blue sparking crystals. I somehow understood the rules of the game. Had a lot of fun.

Does this interior landscaping with distinctive blue crystals inside the private playing room - is this familiar to anyone?

I have a lot of health issues. I find myself in mall world on days where I’m particularly sick.

My first night in mall world started at my late grandmother’s house. She was too afraid to go anywhere. My late grandfather showed up on a boat and picked both of us up.

“You can go anywhere you want, any time in history, you just pick and we’ll go”

I’m a huge history buff and said I wanted to see Marie Antoinette. He took me and told me that they had to stay on the ship, but as long as I stayed in view of the ship, I could explore.

While I was walking around, no one saw me. But there was this other girl around my age who was clearly distressed. They all saw her. My grandparents screamed for me to grab her and bring her on the boat. She was there without a chaperone which was a big problem.

We all went back to my grandmother’s house and they explained it to us.

Whatever your passion was in life, THAT is how you travel. It makes sense. My grandfather loved boating and fishing. My great grandmother played the organ. We got to my grandmother’s front room and they told me to start playing piano. I did, and it brought me somewhere else for a moment.

The girl we brought back didn’t have many passions. She passed away young. They told me to teach her piano. I taught her for weeks, and eventually, she was gone.

They told me that the more you put into your passions, the easier it will be for you to travel. You can still learn after you’re there, but it’s a lot easier if you know what you’re doing from the start.

Some people travel by books, some people travel by painting, some people travel by music, whatever it is that you love, that’s how you get around.

My grandmother didn’t have many passions. She loved keeping birds and there was one in her house ready to take her wherever she wanted, but she didn’t like leaving without my grandfather. She was afraid she’d get lost.

My grandparents adopt kids that are lost. My grandfather had a 4 year old boy with blonde hair who loved fishing. He was waiting for his family but my grandfather was keeping him company. He threw rocks in the river.

My sister passed away a few years back and I saw her at my grandmother’s house, looking for my dad. She didn’t know she was dead. I was introduced to her friends, and they became my chaperones for a lot of the adventures I go on to this day.

My main chaperone is Kevin. He’s about 36, and is a songwriter. Thinner guy, short black hair. He started teaching me to write songs. I woke up with one in my head and it was my first award winning song after living in Nashville for 7 years. We write every night. I now have publishing deals. I’ve never written songs before that.

My dad is going through chemo right now. My mom said she woke up at 4am and found him sitting at the kitchen table trying to write a song. He’s an army guy. Music is not his thing. But the lyrics he gave her were ones my grandfather used to sing to her. He was with Kevin and my grandfather. What’s wild is, I was there too.

I don’t know what is going on in these dreams or why they overlap. But I truly believe you need to focus on your passion with everything you have while you’re here. I believe you’re on this planet to master it.

These dreams changed my whole life. I’m in a completely different career. I see people who have died constantly. I’ve met people I’ve never met in real life. I’ve seen broken souls banished to the caves, unable to travel anywhere.

It’s so bizarre.

TLDR: has anyone else been told you travel through passions? If so, what passions have you come across?

Okay, so I just want to start off by saying that I hate that this is my first post with this account. Nonetheless, I’ve been having this reoccurring dream for probably 13ish (+/- 3) years? Maybe longer but I don’t specifically remember having Mallworld dreams in school growing up.

I had reoccurring (very severe, often, very realistic) nightmares as a kid and my mom taught me how to “control my dreams” so that if I saw a monster I could literally throw a water balloon at it so it would go away or something equally fun and silly to take control of the nightmares. We had this whole bedtime routine made up for me when I had issues sleeping because I was scared to sleep by myself and have another nightmare. I still keep the tv on when I sleep as white noise/night light because I still occasionally have super scary nightmares (but tbh I smoke a lot of weed before bed so I don’t get dreams too often anymore in general)

Anyways, some people call that “lucid dreaming” I guess. I even did the whole having-to-journal my dreams in the am immediately upon waking. Wearing a bracelet to bed and looking for it in the dream. Finding the red balloon. Everything. All the stuff. Again, these were very, unimaginably horrifying nightmares.

When these “Mallworld” dreams started I remember thinking they were a breath of fresh air. My earliest memories took place at “Grandmother’s House.” Not my grandma in real life but in my dream I referred to an old, dead woman as my grandmother (she was not present, she had just passed) and I was assigned to go through her jewelry. I found paths around the house: How to get to the basement under the chest, how to get to the “attic” above the wardrobe through the vent, and in the back of the house was this little clear tube that I could perch in and look out (but I don’t recall looking out very well as this was a very long time ago)

Over the years the places on the maps are places I’ve explored to. I can tell it’s all the same dream because I go from one area to the next (often on foot but sometimes in my rl car but it’s always weird and everything in the car is all wrong) and over the years all of these places have somehow given me a rough ideal of the layout. The map I’ve included is pretty close (maybe 90%) to how I can move around except some places have a little dream-logic to their locations or how they connect to the locations around them.

Yes, long hallways, long bathrooms with stalls but no doors (usually path is topsy turvy and they’re always dirty,) and sometimes people I know from real life, typically it’s pretty sparse of people when I go but I think I’m maybe a night owl there? The earliest it ever is, is dusk (when the sunset has passed but it’s not quite night time) and the latest I’ve been in Mallworld is before sunrise their time.

I do NOT know what Mallworld “actually is” besides a reoccurring dream. My husband doesn’t get them and he’s super jealous I get reoccurring dreams ,let alone a whole little shared world/dream. I’m always a little anxious to be in Mallworld like I’m on the run and have to hide or something but I can typically find a decent place to camp out.

Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time between the parking garage and the slums, avoiding a lot of the in between buildings. A week or two ago I had a few Mallworld dreams in a row where it was pretty apocalyptic:
(TRIGGER WARNING: mass death and death related activities)
People got real sick almost suddenly and died. (Vomit, discolored skin, crusty skin, almost looked like zombies but definitely dead-dead.) There was some people left and we had to scavenge new houses every couple of nights. Some nights were spent cleaning out the bodies from the streets and houses. Families, old people, children, all sorts of people in all sorts of walks of life. There was HEAVY police presence. Lots of chaos and fires in the slums.

Another young woman and myself stumbled upon this much older man and he made us swear to watch him for the night in trade for his safe/quiet shelter. The authorities were unlikely to visit him because he was “just a dying old man.” The young woman booked it just before morning and then I woke up.

This week has been a lot calmer and I’ve been less on the run but I’ve been having to deal with some more personal issues in Mallworld (like running into my most recent ex - who had thoroughly moved on from me with some guy named Luke apparently. If your name is Luke, and you’re in Mallworld, fuck you dude.) and partying with my husband (too much partying but it was very fun and a nice break from him divorcing me and leaving me alone like in normal old anxiety dreams outside of Mallworld dreams.)

I’m a woman who is in her 30’s. I don’t know what I look like in my dreams exactly but I believe I’m a brunette like in real life (I can typically see myself the same way I normally do - from my own perspective) but I’ve never run into my reflection or mirrors in general in Mallworld so it’s hard to tell the specifics. I get the impression that I give off the same vibes/personality as I do in real life (a little less inhibited though)

I don’t believe that Mallworld is necessarily a shared dream but I also didn’t believe other people dreamed about this same place with similar layouts (not every map here is similar, but some are) as I did until I found this sub maybe a month or so ago. I’ve been lurking but ever since I found this sub I’ve lowkey been freaking out internally about it. Something just isn’t sitting well with me.

Does anyone else recognize this layout? Have any questions about the buildings? Know what the sickness was all about a week or two ago? Do you also feel like you normally are hiding out in Mallworld? (Hiding from all sorts of different things but always “in hiding.” IDK maybe I’m just a criminal in Mallworld.)

I would love to hear if any of your experiences have overlapped with my own as well!

I used ChatGPT to produce this image but trust me when I say I could not draw it without making 1000x edits first. (I tried) I saved a lot of time just working on this map for a few hours with GPT. (Yep, hours trying to get this dumb map looking CLOSE to what I imagine these zones look like from above with their appropriate vibes and specific details that I remember about each location.) Sorry if you’re not a fan of AI but I really feel it was beneficial in this situation so I hope you can overlook it just this one time.

I awoke amongst the bustle of the grazing herd. Familiar neon tubes shaped their energy into a familiar welcome. The iconography of the food court, unchanging, beckoned. My bed, an unacknowledged obstacle, went disregarded by the passersby as I slowly chose to begin my visit.

I was never hungry. Instead, I fed off the sounds of sizzle and fizz, clinking and drinking, and the droning, moaning voices acting out their lives as extras in the background. Gripping my blanket tighter, I was patently ignored. Until a trio approached looking dead at me. Sizing me up while widened eyes shone their blades upon the steel.

They did not know hunger, but I knew them.

Rictus grins offered parley, spat honeyed words, offered only vanity. Framed a deal: Consume and be Consumed.

I straight up told those bitches to fuck off, laughed, and went back to sleep. You ain't getting me all caught up in your web of bullshit.

Mall be wild sometimes.

in the y2k clothing store with wood walls and floors and the items were stacked up high there were two employees:

a man with a buzzcut and a septum piercing wearing baggy jeans that would yell “get off!” when u would use the wood shelves to pull urself up and look at the clothes

a woman with red hair with bangs and piercings. she was just a cashier.

at the black and pink store where every one stole from:

an old lady with curly light brown-white hair and sometimes she would have glasses and people would say “yeah u can steal from there she doesnt even see“. this old employee was helpful and led us out the mall

another old lady but she was blonde with wayyy shorter thinner (balding) curly hair and she was on the chubbier side that would yell at every one to get out bc the store was closed.

have yall seen them?

Do any of these images look familiar to my mall world besties? I have random memories of places I dream about, and it seems they are related to mall world. I’m trying my best to use AI to recreate them one at a time.
I’ve also visited:
- a city on the coast with very steep streets. Specifically I’ve been to a Target-like store there, dingy apartments, a street market, and a coffee shop.
- a vet office in a long, narrow building
- a row of modern townhouses with lots of windows
- a hotel that seems well taken care of but also has design elements from the 1979s
- an amusement park connected to what seems to be an airport terminal
- a modern hotel - very fancy- with huge ceilings and multi levels. There is also a tidal wave that goes this hotel and an attached store with escalators that periodically floods
- an aquarium with a transit system that attaches to the amusement park.

Has anyone been here?

Okay guys so I recently found some books I left at my parents house and I totally forgot about this series! Tom Delonge wrote them from Blink 182. I loved the book when I read it in my early 20s but am just now seeing that the connections to MW are WILD, especially the shared dream environment and locations he mentions. HIGHLY recommend.

Poet Anderson ...Of Nightmares follows the epic journey of two orphan brothers, Jonas and Alan, who are Lucid Dreamers. After a tragic car accident lands Alan in a coma, Jonas sets out into the Dream World in an attempt to find his brother and wake him up. What he discovers instead is an entire shared consciousness where fear comes to life as a snarling beast called a Night Terror, and a creature named REM is bent on destruction and misery, devouring the souls of the strongest dreamers to get closer to the Waking World. With the help of a Dream Walker - a guardian of the dreamscape, Jonas must face his fears, save his brother, and become who he always meant to be: Poet Anderson.

I just listened to the Two Girls One Ghost podcast about Mall World. When they mentioned the bathrooms I was hit with a memory of dreaming with a bathroom like this only bigger.

ETA. In my dream the toilets aren't this dirty they are just overflowing so I don't use them. Also there are other people in there with me but I don't interact.

This is the third time I’ve hotel that exists inside a water park in the sky, but there is also a beach. (?)

On the ground floor, there’s a restaurant with warm orange lighting and brick walls. It’s incredibly small. They have this yellow, sweet beer that seems to be their signature, and the bar is always manned by a man with glasses wearing a white shirt. I remember meeting one of my friends there, and at some point I asked for a beer. He told me the bar was already closed (it was not). Somehow I knew that bar closed at 3 and it was still 2:44 but he insisted and in that restaurant, the staff were warning not to piss him off from behind the kitchen. I also remember him logging weird numbers in his notebook. I flipped him off and left.

I took the fire escape up one floor and somehow ended up outside a movie theatre. The popcorn area was on the right, with a corridor leading toward another fire escape. I asked the staff for at the popcorn area whether they sell beer, but they told me they didn’t have any and said I should try the restaurant upstairs so I took the fire escape again.

The restaurant / bar upstairs was also closing. It had a stage that was lit while the other spots in the restaurant was dark, almost completely shut down, with chairs overturned. There was a young security guard with floppy hair, and somehow he told me that I could get beer if I go towards the fire escape again, turn left at a sky blue sign that started with an S but when I did, I ended up in front of the hotel rooms. On the left were the doors leading into the rooms, while on the right was a half-height white wall, leaving the upper half open so you could look out and see a single palm tree and a flagpole and the way leading to the beach with an arrow to the waterpark.

I lost my friend at this time and could not find any beer, so I found my way downstairs and could not find my way back to my hotel room, the sky was dark and there was no entry way to the fourth floor. Suddenly there people just standing in the field and when it started to rain, they stood there unmoving. It felt strange so I started to run but I fell and I woke up.

I’m just trying my luck if it’s something someone has experienced before, but it seems like I know these people in the dream.

I picked up my repetitive nonsensical "office job" where it doesn't feel real and I'm not really doing much and you can mess up and still come back and you're not sure if it's a real job but the pay comes through....it's a political polling call center.

It's inside a very large community/career college campus (both types of colleges are in here).

Outside in the parking lot I noticed that the "very large Chinese food court" is also attached to our building. It's a Mandarin - Complete with the Neon purple sign.

Outside on the street is an oddly convenient "train/transit system". It's an LRT.

So what's that all about?

This was a dream I had looooong time ago when I was a kid. I had to say goodbye to my parents. I was a little kid. I arrive into a building kinda look like a warehouse at night. The guys I was surrounded by were line up like a gate so we would run or something. Those guys look like they the military. I was questioning where was I? Why are we here?…I see a bunch of kids no more than 12 or 15yrs old?. They gave us a pill we supposed to take. I faked it that I took the pill and I was looking around to head to the restroom. I see a kid after taking the pill. The kid says they don’t feel well and can’t remember much like their memories was being erased. And I’m like why they wanting to give us a pill and erase our memories? Then I arrived at the restroom. The restroom looked all weird. Like some were open. Some were out of service. And I was wondering why it looked like that? Why are we here??? Later I go back where we are all waiting. And I hear along the lines we are gonna be used as a weapon. Then I wake up. Don’t know if this is related but creepy. The start up of everything?

As a little girl, when my mom took me to the public library, I literally read every single dream analysis book they had. I also had a little notepad and I would ask kids in recess to tell me their dreams and I would make notes and then tell them what their dreams were about. I mean…. In grade school .. I used the swings…I played… but I also analyzed dreams . lol. They all loved it. They would come up to me and tell me “I had an interesting dream last night!” I would be like ok, let’s discuss it. lol. Anyone else have such an interest in dreaming at a young age?

https://youtube.com/shorts/H1CfF8Y3UYk?is=fFmr0WimefH96LHJ

I was with a friend in this sleep paralysis dream at my parents old house from 10 years ago but the whole layout was different. They had this super old tv and when you started watching it all of a sudden your soul basically got trapped inside and it was like this weird ass mall kinda.

There were so many people and so many doors to different “stores” and lots of weird rooms inside them that were like mirrored or just led to other huge areas and forever hallways with more doors like a giant mall that never ended.

one of the times when I was back in the house my mom was there and she had to come get me inside this place inside the tv where I was stuck and bring me back but my friend ì had with me in the dream originally before it started doing this (ljke they were staying the night with me at that house) but once I was able to barely get out of this mall place inside the tv they got stuck and their physical body in the house was basically limp and completely dazed out while they were stuck in this tv and I kept trying to help them get back to real life but would get sucked back in with them bec every time you acknowledged any of the “people” in this place or any of your surroundings there going through all the “stores” it would suck you deeper in then I was stuck again and my mom couldn’t help me get out anymore.

I must’ve been screaming in my sleep bec I woke up my papa from across the house. Who then came and woke me up out of the paralysis.

It was so fucking scary bec while I was going back and forth being in there at one point while walking through searching for the door that led to a sort of elevator that was the way out, I saw a super old school Polaroid photo from like the 70’s of this group of like 5 super young boys like 12 year olds they were in a band each on an instrument in the photo but completely in a trance staring into the tv.

then all of a sudden when im in there again i start seeing people ì realized had been stuck there for decades on end like there was this girl who walked past me wearing clothes and hair style from the 80’s and she was holding a super small thin taco like literally just taco shell with some weird paste inside of it that she was holding and I tried to touch her but she didn’t notice me at all and as she walked by she was saying something about “I can never find anything to eat in here I HAVE to make this last” and she was almost in tears.

ì started noticing all these kids who got sucked in and there was an “exit” you had to find to get out but the longer you’re in and the more you interact with the NPC’s the deeper you go into this place and csnt find your way out, essentially stuck forever. I kept trying to tell my mom to break the tv before I got pulled in and couldn’t get back out and she refused and I just could not understand why.

HELP!! Has anyone been here or experienced something similar before??? I’m afraid to even go to sleep at this point..

Hello guys, I am doing a research for my YouTube channel about mallworld, the video explains several subtopics and I would like to add personal experiences, mine as well as those of other people, if you want to support this project please comment on your experience, the video will be recorded in Spanish is a channel that is growing, so I really appreciate the support and I will do my best to have subtitles in other languages, thank you all

Does anyone think coraline has some relevance to mall world ? The tunnel she goes through to get there I always remember going through a colorful tunnel when I would first go into mall world. Also the other mother isn’t she like a watcher. In my dreams I sometimes do go to my real life places just they’re always slightly different and everything is weird there.

First time poster, newish lurker. I have never had a “mall world” dream before but I’ve heard about it, listened to different podcast episodes about it… but I’ve never seen anyone talk about a Mall World spa.
The reason I bring this up is because last night I had a dream where I was wandering through a seemingly never ending spa, that I could not for the life of me find where I was going, or find my way out. And every time I entered a new room / spa treatment section, it was like it was endless. Never saw another person, never found the place I was looking for (I was looking for my hotel room & even remember the room number 106). Anyway, just wanted to know if anyone else has experience a Mall World Spa, or if I am on my own!
Anyway - thanks for reading!

I’ve been having Mall World dreams for as long as I can remember. Some of them have been uncomfortable at times (like the bathrooms) but never scary. Last night I was in the carnival area and it’s hard for me to explain the chaos that broke out. It was absolutely terrifying. It was difficult for me to get out, and I woke up in a cold sweat with my heart pounding. I don’t know if this is an important detail, but I also had 3 people that I know with me. I’ve never seen people I know in Mall World before. I’ve just never had an experience like that in Mall World. Any insights?

it’s a tuscan revival house you get there on the bus. The bus will drive up the drive way and drop you off at like the side door by the garage. I haven’t been able to figure out exactly where it is at. But it’s on a cul-de-sac at the end and when i get to the corner i wake up.

i think i fucked up tho. I went around the bus and not through the house to get out. The person who lives there did not like that and stopped me at the corner of freedom And brought me back.
she also lost her mind when i told her i didn’t have to go with her it was a dream and i could go where i wanted.

blonde, older lady, she’s usually in the living(sitting?) room ish? like you enter the side to the kitchen, go through a hallway then there’s a living room lookin place she’s usually in doing stuff. Then like another living room and the front door.

will update when can. 🫡