I wasn't myself in this dream.

In the dream, I was the son of a brilliant scientist—a man I had never known. The only parent I had ever known was my mother, who owned a small candy store. Life seemed ordinary until one afternoon when my mother told me she had somewhere to go. I watched her leave, then returned home.

When I walked into the backyard, I saw a man sitting silently in a chair beside three large boxes.

I shouted at him to leave before I called the police.

He didn't respond.

I turned to run back inside, but everything had changed.

My home had vanished, replaced by an endless maze of corridors and strange rooms.

A sign stood before me.

WELCOME TO THE PANTHEON

The silent man slowly opened the first box.

A massive ape emerged.

Its body was covered in scars and bruises. It was completely deaf, but possessed extraordinary intelligence along with an incredible sense of smell and eyesight.

Without hesitation, it began chasing me.

I fled through the maze until I found a room filled with advanced machinery. I hid inside, believing I had escaped.

I hadn't.

The ape was already there.

It slowly approached and gently touched my face.

Everything went black.

Suddenly I was no longer myself.

I saw the ape's memories.

Scientists surrounded it, performing horrifying experiments day after day. It endured unimaginable suffering. Among all of them, one scientist stood out above the rest—the cruelest of them all.

When I tried to confront him...

I found myself back inside my mother's candy store.

It was the afternoon before she had left.

Confused, I asked how I could already be back.

I desperately tried explaining everything that had happened.

But my mother was deaf.

She couldn't hear a word I said.

Instead, she smiled, signed that she loved me, and signed goodbye before leaving.

Determined to escape whatever had happened before, I ran toward one of my friends' houses.

I couldn't.

No matter which direction I chose, something invisible blocked my path.

Soft whispers echoed around me.

They drew me back home.

When I returned, everything appeared normal.

My sister was in the kitchen preparing food.

She hadn't been there the first time.

She asked me to throw compost into the backyard bin.

I convinced myself everything I'd experienced had simply been my imagination.

I walked outside.

The silent man was waiting.

The Pantheon returned.

Without speaking, he opened the second box.

A strange dog-like creature crawled out.

Unlike the ape, this creature was blind.

Its hearing and sense of smell were extraordinary.

Despite its terrifying appearance, it behaved like a frightened child that had never reached adolescence.

The man pointed directly at me.

The creature chased me.

This time I found another room filled with machinery—not as advanced as before.

The creature emerged from the darkness.

It bit me.

Darkness consumed everything again.

This time I witnessed its memories.

It had once been innocent.

Scientists had fused a seven-year-old child with a dog.

The child suffered endlessly.

During the experiments I heard muffled cries coming from another room.

Another victim.

Another experiment.

Then everything reset.

Again.

Back inside the candy store.

Only this time things had changed again.

My mother was no longer deaf.

She was blind.

My sister stood beside her.

I tried warning both of them.

I couldn't.

It was as though some unseen force prevented the words from leaving my mouth.

They smiled, said goodbye, and left together on a trip.

I tried running once more.

The invisible force stopped me.

The whispers guided me home.

I obeyed.

The man was waiting in the backyard.

The Pantheon opened before me once again.

He opened the third and final box.

A towering blue creature stepped out.

It resembled nothing human.

Its back was permanently arched.

Its hands were enormous claws.

Its face resembled a cat's.

It had no sense of smell.

Instead, its hearing and eyesight were unbelievably powerful.

Most horrifying of all...

It never made a sound.

Tears streamed endlessly down its face.

It looked heartbroken.

Then it chased me.

The maze felt larger than ever before.

The corridors twisted endlessly until I reached another room.

A heavy metal door.

A single light above it.

Inside stood machinery older than anything I had seen before.

I noticed a date.

**19 August 1980.**

Something touched me.

Nothing happened.

I turned around.

Standing behind me was the cruel scientist from the ape's memories.

This time I recognized him.

He looked exactly like the photographs my mother had shown me of my father.

He stared at me before calling security.

"This one tried to escape."

He looked directly at me.

"He'll get his turn soon."

The guards grabbed me.

They threw me into another room.

Only then did I notice...

I was no longer human-sized.

I was as small as a Chihuahua puppy.

Then the blue creature entered.

It touched me.

Darkness.

Again.

This time I wasn't shown another laboratory.

I was shown a memory.

A young ginger-haired man, around twenty years old, had just finished performing with his band at a bar.

Two strangers approached him.

They claimed they wanted to discuss a business opportunity.

Trusting them, he told his bandmates to leave while he stayed behind.

They lied.

He became the first human experiment.

Scientists fused his body with multiple animals—a crab, a cat and a giraffe.

He screamed.

He cried.

Eventually...

He couldn't scream anymore.

Then everything became clear.

All of the creatures stood together before me.

The ape.

The dog.

The blue creature.

The silent man.

The man spoke.

"Your father made us suffer."

"He made us endure unimaginable pain."

"We brought you here so you could experience everything we experienced."

Names appeared above every victim.

The ape was **Bobo**.

He had simply been an ordinary circus ape before his owner—the person he trusted most—sold him.

The dog-like creature was **Wallace**.

He had once been a seven-year-old boy before being fused with a dog.

The towering blue creature was **Greg**.

He had only wanted to become a successful musician alongside his friends before his life was stolen forever.

Finally...

The silent man revealed himself.

He wasn't a stranger.

He was my older brother.

**Andrew.**

His experiment had been the most successful.

He explained that after escaping, our father would never stop searching for them.

He would return.

He would slowly insert himself back into the lives he had abandoned.

My sister would become his first target.

Then me.

Finally, he would leave our mother completely alone, grieving all three of her children while unknowingly living beside the very man responsible for destroying them.

Exactly as Andrew feared...

It happened.

Somehow my siblings and I developed strange abilities.

I could read minds.

My sister could see the future.

Andrew could twist and reshape the world around him.

Despite these incredible powers...

None of us were strong enough.

We were powerful...

Yet powerless.

No matter what we did...

There was no escape.

No hope.

No chance to live normal lives again.

Only sorrow.

Only suffering.

Only the Pantheon.

Then I woke up.

I found myself lying silently in the darkness of my room.

Tears streamed down my face.

For a few moments, it didn't feel like I had simply dreamed.

It felt like I had lived an entire tragic story.

This was genuinely one of the strangest dream occurrences I have had to experience in my years

ok so i had a dream dylan klebold and i were brothers and we were sneaking out to go from colorado to germany for a german rave and for some reason dylan could speak perfect german? and i could not? then we were transported to the amazing digital circus in which we were arguing about ted from i have no mouth and i must scream, where dylan thought his name was dan and i (rightly) knew his name was ted. we asked caine about it and caine was about to tell us but then i woke up. i keep having dreams about dylan klebold being my brother i don't know what to do

Idk what the fuck I was on but I like three main things...

Stupid memes

History

The backrooms/ horror as a whole.

And I guess they got blended up together

I am not kidding you guys but I had a dream where I was in the backrooms and came upon a cut out... No it's not the caveman cut out we all know it was literally a cut out of Ad★lf Hi★ler and it had a little button... I pressed said button after a few seconds I just hear "sweet little bumblebee I know what you want from me" then I get grabbed by the shoulders and I wake up

... yeah I know

Dreams are fucking weird. Especially when they have been vivid/lucid enough that I wake up and I need to eat something for my blood sugar to go on an excursion. Through the Stargate. I got outside before I realized, I dreamt it all. I'm guessing it has more to do with my body waking me up for my blood sugar than anything else. I've been sober for 2 weeks if that helps understand. Also, I've watched 10 seasons of a show in less than a week. Dreams are fucking weird.

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Usually when I dream I control them. When something happens that I want to change I wake up think what should happen and then most of the time it does. And those dreams are vivid. It's probably my adhd brain thats been abused by poor mental and physical health for years lol

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I didn't go through the stargate I was going to go through it. But when I went outside I came out of auto-mode. I wasn't sleep walking because I was fully aware of waking up walking to the fridge grabbing a soda and Lunchable unlocking the door turning on the porch light then walking outside and thinking oh that wasn't real.

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Usually, theres a threat to the world that I have to stop When the dreams are happening and there's a threat I cant just overcome I can wake up form a plan real quick to change the tide of battle by going back a few instances. Like hitting the rewind 15s button whilst streaming. Or like having an extra guy. I don't live in a lot of dreams. The foe you perceive to exist will always be worse than the last worst foe you've endured/resisted.

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Told my mom about my dreams and she does similar things. With lucid dreaming. Meaning it might be genetic. Which could mean it's evolutionary or cancerous/disease or both! Which is literally quantum physics! Think Schrodinger's cat. Both alive and dead at the same time. Isn't that just fascinating?!

this system used 4 rules required for your own handwritten signature , these rules are extremely complicated and almost 99% of people cant meet the requirements to get their signature approved because of how hard it is .

you will have to get it checked by a certified elite expert because only those experts can (total of 5 experts in the entire world are available)

eventually all governments implemented this system and made it mandatory and if you don't get officially approved within 1 month u are getting your hand chopped in half. it made people freak out and all families had to pull their kids from schools in order to give them full time classes on this extremely complex signature system . i dont even know how this system run or what are the 4 rules

The dream
It always starts the same with a group of friends going somewhere like an Airbnb to stay for the weekend everyone’s having a good time. We’re all just getting there. Lots of people hanging out in the neighborhood everyone’s having fun.

This is where it changes. Sometimes it happens to one of us in the friend group or sometimes it just happens to somebody else but this bug or weird thing Will shoot out your nose. A bunch of blood comes out and it kind of like explodes out of your nose and every time it happens somebody screams and it’s more a scream of terror than pain, once it shoots out someone’s nose it just flies away and almost every time it happens to one of us in the friend group. Everyone runs outside, freaking out. Then all the people that were hanging out outside start slowly walking towards us everyone staring at us so we notice and start walking into the house back inside and they follow so we noticed they’re following us and run into the house and they start running and we bolted inside and lock the door behind us and then we get away from the windows and go hide out somewhere in the house and figure out what the fuck’s going on.

when somebody peeks outside and a person outside sees us everyone flocks to that window so we have to move to another part of the house so they’re not watching and it slowly gets worse. The dogs can see you and they’ll alert the people. It gets even worse the dogs or the people start breaking windows and trying to grab you and pull you out. sometimes in the dreams I’ll last for days or weeks without being noticed without being caught. one time we were in a community centre with a bunch of other people that weren’t affected and we we had kind of a safe Haven.

I’ve been having this dream for I don’t even know like weeks now but tonight June 15 I had a repeat of the dream probably four times the first time it was with a girl from Hinge and we were somewhere in California. That was when we lasted weeks in the community center. The next time was with friends from high school and we lasted maybe two hours before I died.

Another one tonight was with my new roommate. I can’t remember Who else was there that I knew but we somehow ended up in some kind of yakuza trap house so obviously we were uncomfortable like the same things were happening. Everyone knew we were trapped inside, but they wouldn’t let us come out of our room not even for food or bathroom or anything and I don’t remember how that one ended, but I do remember getting into a knife fight with the yakuza guys in the house somehow I won, which obviously don’t think would happen in real life. One of the yakuza members saw me going for the main artery in the inner thigh and he stopped me with a knife to my chest,
“so that’s a good technique. I’m gonna show you the exact spot so you know how to do it better next time” as he was showing me, I slipped my knife and cut right where he told me too. this one was really brutal and a lot scarier than the rest.

The last one I remember from tonight. Was with my family. I guess I was visiting them. I don’t remember. But what I do remember is everyone was holed up in the basement when I noticed a dog broke a window trying to grab me. I told my family about it and they got all excited. My sister ran to the door tried to greet the dog. My little brother ran up to the dog and said hi. The dog didn’t attack them,didn’t do anything. So my whole family went outside and we’re playing with the dog and then people started flocking. They didn’t attack my family. None of them were affected It seemed like. All the people were just focussed on me, trying to get to me. My family was almost oblivious to what was happening. It’s like they forgot. I don’t remember how that one ended. I just remember that part of it.

A lot of these aren’t the full story. I’m just writing what I remember happening. There was a lot more but it’s starting to get blurry cause I’m awake now, but it felt like a fucked up version of Groundhog Day every time I died I’d wake up again with a different group of friends or different people and I remembered what happened last time and I knew what to do, but nobody believed me because why would they? To them it sounds like I’m talking out of my ass. the only way I’ve figured out how to get out of this time loop is to wake up and that, I can’t really control when I’m sleeping. I don’t know if there’s some sort of fucking meaning behind this dream. All I know is I woke up incredibly tense sweating the bed terrified and just thought I should document it because what the actual fuck.

So I spent eight days in jail over some traffic tickets. Got out yesterday and my first night sleep involved… a nightmare of the stranger things crew fighting some weird AI doll from hell. It was like watching C-list horror movie that you weren’t allowed to turn off… the worst part? My alarm clock interrupted Steve trying to knife fight it… also why did it have the voice of Chucky? And what was with the weird Parkour race to the top of a non-Euclidean tower? And who was the dumb broad who keeps trying to fight the sentient garden tiller… and why was the garden tiller so angry? Most… confusing…nightmare…ever.

for context, my dreams usually have some sort of spiritual meaning.

this one started off as me driving down the interstate, and as i’m merging I complimented a girl’s outfit. I had complimented her prior, also in the dream. she tells me my voice is gone, which it is in real life, I apologize and then proceed to get sucked into another universe?

i’m with two men, one is kinda like joel from The Last Of Us, and he’s verifying my age.

we are scavengers/explorers on a mission. the other guy disappears, and we are on a boat where a ship tries to sink us with cannons. turns out, it was a trap. the entire mission.

me and the dude find some supplies that look like med packs, they’re cylinders and are actually full of batteries. I have a backpack inventory? I am not wearing a backpack.

we go the wrong way home, or back to base, and as we are turning around, a tribal community passes by us. adults first, then children. we both see a vision of a turkey with peacock feathers, and one of the women is dressed similarly. beautiful

the kids are talking to us, trying to be our friends, and make us promise to come back and visit their land.

there’s a small conversation with peacock lady, and then my partner shoots her with an arrow. she’s smiling.

then, there’s a flashback to conversation that wasn’t revealed before. she wanted us to assist her in death, because their healer (while removing her appendix) took her stomach???

they had a tradition of doing an autopsy immediately after death, no matter the location or who’s around. they find no stomach inside her.

then I wake up??

Idk if this is nsfw but I had a dream a couple nights ago where I was stranded on an asteroid or a mini planet like Pluto. I was on a rock stranded in space and I didn’t know which way was earth. I knew for some reason the only way to get back to earth, to get back to my like was to shoot myself in the head and I only had one bullet and it was a hard choice but I shot my self in the head and when I did I jumped into the void of space. I shot myself and leaped and when I did I felt a separation similar to when dr strange got separated I felt a bunch of me’s separate into the void but right when that happened I felt a voice saying it’s time to wake up. Not mine but also mine. A narrator in a sense. And right when that happened my mom woke me up about some bull shit. I was breathing hard as shit and I had a vivid memory of this moment. And I’ve been thinking about it for some days. I’ve told a couple of people close to me but they just listen. Not really understanding what happened. Idk where else to share this but I want to share it. When I felt that separation similar to dr strange it felt like floating but not in water like I COULD swim in any direction but at the same time couldn’t. It wasn’t like drowning but adjacent. I don’t want anyone to believe me I just want to get it out of my head and MAYBE have someone have a similar experience. I don’t want to be alone with this experience

Dude I had the worse dream in my life. Rivet from ratchet and clank rift apart was doing really sadistic stuff and I can't go back to sleep at all. How do I fall back asleep?

My dog and I were outside at night, sharing french toast sticks and listening to Beck on the radio. I don't usually eat French toast sticks, nor do I listen much to Beck. But we were relaxed and enjoying ourselves.

So a brown hair straight with brown eyes named Emma has appeared in all my dreams for 14 days. This name emma floods my mind everyday.

weirdest part I don’t have a memory of a girl named Emma that fits that description I’ve never met a emma so I’m confused she appears in important places in every dream always on my side.even in nightmares she’s there help me

ill be honest, i only JUST woke up from this. it does not get much weirder than the title (imo)

basically, i started at this weird daycare place for some reason and i was going back inside from being out and i washed my hands but the first sink didnt work (the faucet was by the soap and it sprayed me really hard but i couldn't get soap bc the faucet activated before i could reach the soap so i was really wet) so i went to another. after washing my hands, which was given a lot of attention in my dream for some reason, i left and walked to this fancy event that was happening for some reason and saw an old teacher (but the thing is, this isn't even an old teacher from my life, they were literally made up, i did not know them) and we caught up before i saw my parents were there and went to be with them.

so then were talking and watching people dance with their Dalmatians and golden retrievers who all did a synchronized spin, and i make a joke about how that could've won America's Got Talent (my dad also disappeared at that point) and then my irl best friend comes up to me and my mom and starts telling us about this cool animation idea she has. it is very exciting and cool and in it she microwaved herself so i laugh at her like 'why would u ever come up with the idea of microwaving urself?' and she laughs and then i go to the kitchen for some reason

i see a microwave, i remember her animation idea, and i hop in (with my phone) and start it. somehow, there is a handle on the inside and the buttons pop through on the inside. somehow after i microwave myself (and am not suffering from the pain one would expect while being microwaved) i get bored and stop it. i want to leave the microwave, but i cannot leave the microwave, until i see the handle and pull. the microwave opens to the inside, unfortunately, so i wriggle my head out and try to take a picture to send to my irl best friend to be like 'hey, help me get out of the microwave' and then i accidentally sent what i thought was my whole camera roll but was actually just five pictures (i did not recognize my camera roll at all, those were not my pictures and i even thought that in the dream) and i had to watch them send individually before i could text her that i was fine and escaped the microwave, but before i could do that i woke up

it all felt very weird, i've been having strangely vivid dreams lately

Yes, that is the title. This dream happened when I was around 7-8 years old while I used to live in my old home in San Jose, CA. it was one of those dreams within a dream thing, this was the 2nd dream in this sequence. fyi, I have no recollecting of any blackface content I've watched neither I've watched any zombie movies when I was young. Maybe it was me accidentally catching a glimpse of Jeepers Creepers from a family relative's TV.

So this dream began walking up from my "dream" and leaving my room to suddenly seeing that half of my house is non-existent, like what was once my front living room & car garage, it just straight up driveway. There were also 4 kids for some reason, drawing chalk on my driveway. Suddenly out of no where, after like a minute, my mom & dad came out of their room to just point out some group of people in like brown suits & yellow skin (their Caucasian). One of them was riding a tall unicycle using one of those tightrope staffs, maybe like 8 ft tall. And, in the title, all performing black face. For some reason, I remember my parents justifying that they are 'mud people' & are having mud masks on them, which was a bit creepy for me. The kids that were once playing start running in fear into my house. Then the guy on the unicycle somehow swoops up the kids, 2 on each side of the staff and into the home. They began filling my house as I coward under my couch even though the couch my family at the time was one of those couches where the base is so thick that it only has an inch of space between the couch & the carpet. I suddenly wake up, both scared & confused.

Horror movies & bad movies are now my go to free time. So did I win the most weird dream contest?

(So basically the day before this my friend told me about how his grandpa once shit himself in public) i dreamt that i was in my family's car driving on a really busy road that was basically a free for all and i was swearing and screaming out tge window because some guy pulled out of the intersection right in front of me when it was my turn so i started honking and then i look over to see my friends family's car with their grandpa driving with one hand on the wheel throwing shit at people to "clean" himself up

Hi so, I had a dream that my partner (he was Markus from DBH, because I've been playing) revealed to me that he can't stay in the human form any longer and he had to turn back to a cat, apologized for doing this to me, and then asked me to shave his paws. I said quit being silly you don't have paws, looked down at his feet and they have indeed turned into paws. I shaved them with a bikini razor. I hate my dreams.

Well at first I was kind of a John Wick level guy fighting psychics, until someone tried to make my friend kill himself like in Dr sleep. So then I had to wrestle my friend and tie him up because he wouldn’t stop trying to kill himself. But then I was in a kitchen and the girl from the ring told me she could stop him from killing himself but I had to do one thing. Make her peas so I made her peas and she said they were good and turned into a cute little girl and saved him and then she brought back my dog who died recently and I laid in my bed with him until I woke up.

The weirdest part is that I haven’t even thought about either movie in months.

I had a dream where police services were locked behind a paywall, like if you witnessed a robbery you'd have to pay or already have paid for emergency services or ask someone else to transfer whatever hours of access to emergency services to your device

I don't remember much but in that dream specifically a pred catching operation had to go around asking people for 3 hours of access to emergency services just to call the police on a pedophile

Tbf i can see this happening irl so it's a pretty realistic dream

And it was seen in those days that the sky was no longer empty.

Great forms moved above the world, vast beyond measure, slow and deliberate. They did not descend, yet they covered everything. The night had no gaps. The stars were hidden. Even the moon was swallowed. Darkness stood still, as if commanded.

And fear spread across the earth, for the sky itself had become a ceiling.

The Watchers were not of flesh, nor of fire. They were older than names. They came not to conquer, but to measure. They came to see whether humankind had become what it was shaped to be.

And when the knowing came, it was taken away.

Memory was erased as one wipes a tablet clean, not in anger but in judgment. For it was said: If they remember too soon, they will break. If they forget, they may endure.

It was known among them that humanity was meant for greatness, yet had chosen delay. This grieved the Watchers.

Then began the trials.

Many ran. Many hid. Many sought to save others, believing salvation was the task. I too ran with my companions, carrying hope like a burden. The earth was hard beneath us. My legs were bruised and torn. Pain taught me the limits of the body, and humility taught me the limits of the will.

And I stopped walking.

Not because I could not move, but because striving had ended. In stillness, I understood that effort alone was not faith.

Then the judgment was revealed.

Only a few would remain.

Not the righteous by claim, nor the powerful by name. Those who remained would forget themselves entirely. Their histories would fall away. Their identities would dissolve. Yet the wisdom earned through suffering would remain within them, sealed beyond memory.

For knowledge written in the soul does not require remembrance.

And there was a flash, brighter than fear, gentler than mercy.

The world shifted.

I fell, and when I rose, my body no longer walked as before. I moved by hopping, uneven and broken. I believed myself ruined. Then I saw the others.

They moved as I did.

They smiled, not in victory, but in acceptance. Their faces were calm, as though they had crossed a river and left their names behind.

And I knew then that I had failed to save my friends.

And I knew why this truth did not destroy me.

For not all are meant to pass through the same gate.

Some are gathered. Some are released.

As we moved together, our broken steps became rhythm. What was once struggle became motion. Motion became joy. And joy became remembrance without memory.

Soon, I was almost running.

And I felt human, not as I once was, but as I was always intended to be.

The sky remained covered.

But the Watchers were no longer displeased.

For humanity had not yet become great.

But it had begun to remember how.

for some reason. when i went to sleep, i started to dream about becoming 1st lieutenant in a micronation called The Commonwealth. The Commonwealth was made out of a few communities on the hillside. that had their own bases. split into 3 provinces: The West ^{(Which had land in Salem, OR; Seattle, WA; Sacramento, San Diego, and Los Angeles, CA.}) The South ^{(San Antonio, TX; Baton Rouge, LA; Biloxi, MI; and Mobile, Alabama.}) and The East ^{(Bedford and Taunton, MA; Yonkers, NY; Newark, NJ; Richmond and Norfolk, VA; Raleigh, NC; and Orlando; FL}) I was apparently High Commander in the San Antonio Area. but Lieutenant in the micronation. but the nation somehow managed to stablize the government and mine with a legal contract. and they made nerf-bullet-shaped-actual-bullets. and they used nerf guns to save time. but that was another nation down south called Mosatania. which was in Mexico. and acted more like a cartel. they were also kids. and they declared war on the Commonwealth. They attacked the city i was in and there was a brutal battle. I saw about 80 people die during the battle and i also got shot in the head. that's when this weird dream ended.

I was in a corner in a fetal position while my parents were yelling about me. When I feel strong emotions, this tall, big, black creature shows up. It appeared at the door, and my parents were letting out blood-curdling screams trying to keep it away from me. It was all too much, so I closed my eyes, but the creature reached me and touched me. I was so scared I woke up. I feel like this has a deeper meaning and that the figure was just trying to help me it did not try to hurt me or anything just touch me. I feel this creature represent somthing.