Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?

I had a dream last night that I was able to grow a proper full beard. :(

At least there's more hair on the sides now than there was this time last year, so I might be able to do it by the time I'm 40 :D
 
Had another odd one last night. You guys familiar with those big, undulating slides they have usually at carnivals? You sit on a sack or mat and slide all the way down. Anyway, I dreamt that I was sliding down a giant version of one with just my shoes and on certain sections I would gain quite a bit of air not unlike on a skateboard/snowboard half-pipe and then land and continue sliding.

At first I'm all alone, but then there are people there which at first I don't recognize. Then they start talking about how good I am at maintaining the air I gain and land without issues. Finally I recognize them, they are all old classmates from my high school back in Mexico City, people I haven't seen or spoken to in close to 20 years. Finally one of them approaches me and congratulates me on my skill and then says, "Also, I was wondering if you could hook me up with that ex of yours." I give them a puzzled look and he says, "you know... that one..." I pull out my cellphone, which is a flip-phone from 17 years ago, and show him pictures of "that one," who as it turns out is the same one from my dream about the blood and victims. His eyes get wide and say, "Yeah! that one" Then the pictures turn to short GIFs and I wake up.

What was odd about this one was the appearance of my old classmates and the fact this woman keeps popping up in my dreams even though I don't think of her AT ALL when I'm awake.... so weird.
 
Quite a mammoth of a dream I saw during my 11-hour sleep.
First of all, I met a secondary school friend on the street who pretended to be a tourist to see if I could recognise him. With a British accent, he asked me: "Oh hi, you happen to like Iron Maiden, don't you?" Took me a few seconds to realise who he was. We greeted and went our ways.
Desert setting. Someone wanted to go travelling with me by...swimming. Apparently, there was a whole nest of desert towns located in an ocean, of all places. Great fantasy setting, ain't it? Anyway, I felt immense fear at first because sharks and other dudes were known to inhabit these waters. We went from town to town and more people joined our swimming group. Don't remember many details from the town life, except that my very fair skinned self had forgotten to bring sunscreen. The great adventure came to an end right here in my home town, in beautiful summer weather. There was a lot of commotion on that day, perhaps our arrival was a "big thing" for some reason? I specifically remember being sad despite all else, already before arrival, but can't put my finger on what caused the melancholy.
A little side-story that happened sometime during the main arc. I was in a cafe of sorts with my father, just sitting on a couch. There were two women in their 60s over the table and my father spoke to one of them. They were kind but I had a feeling they were alcoholics because their noses were depicted all red and blue, like a drunkard's. I hope this doesn't cross any weird-boundaries, but there was a girl in the cafe, a stranger to me, who tried to convince me (visually, not verbally) to follow her to the ladies' room to do naughty things. Once again I felt scared and didn't go.

What a dream
When will it end?
And will it transcend?
 
Finally had a normal dream for once. I've been playing Oxenfree and watching A LOT of House of Cards, so my dream was I was trying to convince people of my argument and if I failed I was stuck in time loop repeating the same scenario until I succeeded, not unlike Braid. So as far as my dreams go, this was rather mild lol
 
I was originally going to post this on the hang over thread, but it isn't exactly right, this thread is just a tad more appropriate. Anyway. Last night my brother and I attended an Ayahuasca ceremony. Ayahuasca is a plant that contains DMT, which basically makes psychedelic mushrooms look like peanuts. The shaman referred to it as "medicine," to cure your (existential) fears. A lot of people there had heavy duty issues like heavy guilt, fear of death of either themselves or a family member and existing in general.

The shaman spoke for like 2 hours of fears and attachments and the like. Very little of it if any was new to me. I kept thinking to myself, "I have no fears, I wonder what I'll see." After the talk they passed the Ayahuasca in small cups, a few words were said and bottoms up. We all scattered to pre-chosen areas of the house (it is normally down outdoors, but it rained all day), so I made my way to the recliner I had claimed.

The recliner was in a side room which I shared with two other people who laid out sleeping bags on the floor. My view was basically of a white wall and the entryway. After a while I started feeling it, felt the familiar pressure on my forhead and arms that one feels when mushrooms start to take hold, but instead of taking a plunge it plateaued. I became annoyed with everything, the noises the other people were making like footsteps, laughter, groans, etc, the lighting, the music, everything. At some point one of the caretakers came by and asked me how I was doing. I told her I was tip-toeing on the edge, but no dive just yet. "You want a second dose?" "Yes, please!"

That second dose did it. I don't know when it hit, but at some point I just blinked and everything turned black and white. My first thought was, "Holy shit, I'm in Insidious!" It definitely had an "underworld" type of vibe. The blank wall in front of me began to vibrate and the shadow cast by the recliner became the silhouette of an elephant that expanded and shrunk. as I focused on my friend the elephant I began to float in the air. Here is where things get interesting. I disappeared. I ceased to exist. I was enveloped in darkness and i began to see colors, and shapes, mainly that of quartz crystals. I began to see myself as a variety of insects, mainly caterpillars, but caterpillars becoming butterflies. I could feel myself bursting into something new. I saw friends, loved ones and finally my fear. I already knew what it was, but I was in denial.

Ever since my divorce I've been dead inside and after having one of the dreams I mentioned here about, "the victims I left behind." I swore off any more relationships. I was happy with what I had lived as far as romantic entanglements went, but I no longer wanted more. Well, in that void, that everything and nothing I saw my fear and broke through. There was only love. Like I said, I saw friends, loved ones and even "enemies." All I felt for them was love, a love so pure it was all encompassing. I was able to forgive them and forgive myself. Then... I was reconstructed. I don't want to say "rebirth," because it felt like I was put back from scratch. When I came to, back in the recliner, and saw my friend the elephant on the wall I was covered in tears and snot, breathing heavy.

The rest of the journey consisted of a few more trips to the black and white "underworld" and more communing with friends and loved ones as well as some powerful memories that were holding me back. At the end of it... all fear was gone. All I can say is I'm not the same person that went into that house, that person is dead, and who I am now is a clean slate.

I told my brother that it reminded me of a discussion we had in my philosophy of religion class back in college. The professor was explaining the Christian concept of Grace. He said that when someone is bestowed with God's Grace who he used to be no longer exists. That person could have been the worst person on the planet, but the moment he receives said Grace they are literally a new person and when someone throws their old transgressions in their face it doesn't phase them, because they no longer are that person. All the guilt and shame are gone. THAT is how I feel. I see those mistakes, those regrets and they are no longer mine as that person exists no more.

I think I finally understand the ending to 2001 Space Odyssey lol.
 
I was in England and needed to take a cab to centre of town. Driver asked me whether I was from York or New York but I told him: "No, Estonia." Later on, me and about three friends are on the roof of an old church, still in England, overlooking a small parade that was part of a cult rite. Looked like a wedding but it was an evil event. We're all quiet to stay hidden but there is a gargoylean creature on the roof between us lot, blind, immobile, but with long hands that are designed to reach out for possible eavesdroppers on the roof. It tries my direction first, I avoid its first couple of arm swings but then he touches me very slightly and we're spotted. Situation reset like a video game. Gargoyle now tries towards one of my friends, but instead of swinging its arms in the air, it straight grabs his head, smacks it against the rocks and gouges out his eyes. Pretty horrible.
 
I had to crawl through unnervingly tight spaces to get to something or someone. There was a small group of people at the destination point but I don't remember what it was about, only the claustrophobic theme.
 
Haha, probably not because a guy I know was crawling in front of me, and because he has a big head, I thought that if he's not getting stuck, neither am I.
 
They probably were but all I remember clearly was them singing "Marguerita Time" and really hamming it up, while engaging in the most limited guitar playing either of them had (probably) ever done.
 
I dreamed that this guy stalked me.

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It was extremely unsettling.
 
A very symbolic dream, hard to grasp and put into words. I'll try to make some sense of it.
The core of the dream consisted of interactions between me and my friends from school, and took place mostly on a train (perhaps a steam locomotive) sometime around the year 1900 but in an alternative reality. If you've seen Howl's Moving Castle, the era felt similar. Each acquaintance represented qualities that I most hate about them, in an exaggerated way. For example, I was having a great conversation with a girl and the next thing I know, she is in the next wagon, naked, drunk and in "party hard" mode. This was followed by a guy coming up to me, his voice very accusing: "Where were you? We were all down in the lounge doing whatever." Because I had tried to look for them earlier, fruitlessly, all I could think was: "The fuck didn't you invite me? I don't need to just follow you around without a word." A couple of other situations involved people making stupid remarks and me ignoring them. There was a lot of confusion involved and the train ride felt overwhelmingly disjointed. I was at most times lost or looking for something. At one point, I was stuck in a wagon full of annoying noisy kids and couldn't do anything to get out of there.
An amazing sidestory in this dream was that of a tsarina who had come to this "rival country" where the events took place. I vividly envisioned her arrival on a huge ship, running up the port stairs, no escort or anything, and getting told by officials at the top of the stairway to "go back to your own country". The political reasoning behind this distressful arrival, I don't know, but somehow I knew the tsarina was going to die and that would spark a war between the nations. But before that, I saw her on the train, sitting alone in a very packed wagon, royalty amongst common folk. Out of awe and fear, I passed her and we never spoke but I felt a positive aura emanating from her. Her face was never shown, but I know that she was blonde and wore a baby blue outfit. Finally, still riding the train, I spoke to another acquaintance, who didn't have any obvious negative qualities, and heard a song come up from nowhere, one that I knew we both liked, so I could use that as a conversation starter. Confusion was gone, I felt at peace.
 
I was in a city with Eastern vibes. I was warned not to walk any larger streets or town squares but I ignored those warnings and ended up being exposed to hurricane winds, similar to those in Amsterdam recently. I tried to overcome the wind and make my way back to an alley.
 
Once again dreamt about my school. There were many new people in my class, as if I was starting starting secondary school again at the same place. So there was this weird conjunction of old and new. At first, everyone had to go to the front of class either alone or in groups and "do something", what a silly task. I was the last one left, said I had nothing and continued to pace back and forth, until I heard the Titanic soundtrack from someone's computer and came up with something witty. The teacher praised me for always being spontaneous in difficult situations. Things gradually became more confusing and I began to feel very much out of place, just like I have felt in real life lately. Some familiar faces made it easier to go with the flow. Still, I felt rather confident because deep inside, I knew that I had graduated from this school and knew how shit went down. I was not quite right, though, because the school had expanded and was really huge now, with lots of new places. Came lunch break and I proceeded to the canteen. Someone wanted to go for beers instead but I turned him down, not because I didn't want beer, but because I wouldn't have enjoyed the company. The area where the queue was formed was freaking chaotic, it literally looked like hell, and horrible things were happening. Some girls in front of me said that someone I knew was being raped, so I went to inspect. She wasn't exactly raped and I didn't know her after all but it was a violent scene, nonetheless. I got scared because all the guys looked big and threatening and that's how I remember it ending.
 
Went into my neighbors' yard for the first time and discovered a huge green field behind their house, one that could not realistically fit there with all the houses nearby. The sun was so bright I could barely enjoy this view.
I was at school as a little first grader. Someone literally ran over me (on foot) and I became bloody and maimed. I had a hand grenade that I held on to for a long time, wanting to let it off but no one would let me do it inside. I knew the grenade was real because it was heavy and metallic.
 
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