Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?

My throbbing head at 3AM told me I'm gonna have a vivid nightmare. Now, I'm conflicted because I threw cheese out of the refrigerator yesterday, but it was still in there this morning. Is throwing out cheese my brain's idea of a vivid nightmare...?
 
After coming home from a 24-hour shift, I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life. I saw my late granduncle standing in a room, speaking in a slow, reflective manner with the serious look that he used to have. His passing never affected me too harshly but in the dream, I was crying relentlessly. This scene was repeated three times, as if it was a rehearsal for a play. Each time the crying was heartfelt and “real”. Between those repetitions were scenes of snowy mountains and evil neighbors causing trouble. I think these neighbors symbolised Russians as their increasingly threatening presence incited a similar hatred in me that Russian occupants might do in Ukrainians. After the last scene with my granduncle, I was walking inside a house with the sun peeking in through the windows, and there were different dusty objects lying around, like sweet childhood memories, but neither the house nor the objects were entirely familiar. Finally, I heard scratching behind a door and saw through its glass panes an eerie humanoid creature with many limbs. This sleep paralysis demon made me struggle to wake up and wonder what the hell I had just seen. A very thought-evoking, emotional dream.
 
I was walking in the street where my friend lives. On the right sidewalk there were some huge squids/eels, they were semi-transparent. In front of me there was a big crocodile with a tophat. He was just standing there but I knew he's having a staring contest with another croc behind me. On the other sidewalk there was a jaguar roaming about.

Then I began to walk home and I was walking through a mall just outside the neighborhood with another friend. He told me there was a new shawarma place and that it's the best shawarma he's eaten. The mall didn't make sense geometrically but when we got there I saw I already ate there.

Then I'm back with that same friend continuing to walk home from the street in the beginning (one street away). The jaguar followed us, and we were making rapid movements that excited it, like how you'd excite a dog. It was kind of frightening but we knew nothing would happen.

Eventually we reached home and there was a whole battle between 5 of us and the jaguar. It wasn't really a battle, it was more us harassing it. It kept making moves as if it's preparing to attack, but never did, and we knew it won't attack. I was getting hesitant about attacking, but shortly after that the jaguar decided it's had enough and told us he's going to target me specifically. So we continued.

I'm not sure if the jaguar died at the end, but in the aftermath I was back in my friend's street and tophat-crocodile was still there in his staring contest.
 
The dream I had was longer but I can´t remember the first part, only the end! I was on the floor in some building and looking out the window.
There was a strangely shaped cloud, more vertical and quite dark and its center was black and moving. Then I noticed stained glass windows in all kinds of colours and the cloud moved slowly downwards. It transformed into a cathedral and softly landed without making any sound, next to the building where I was still lying on the floor. I stood up and walked to the next room to look outside a big window and 4 female alien figures with red claylike skin and sad eyes stare at me. Then I woke up.
 
I dreamed I could sing like Freddie Mercury and play guitar like Slash, and I performed at some Idol-like casting show and was about to win, but decided to play a free gig for my fans instead.
 
Last night I dreamed that my Venus Flytrap swallowed a bat - in one of its tiniest traps that had already started to go black. The bat did its best to escape but to no avail. Meanwhile I had problems of my own, trying to stop ... something ... escaping from the attic into the room: I live in a ground floor flat, I don't have an attic :nuts:

Now, do I blame Ozzy, or Sharon ... :blink:
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The other day I had a conversation with some people here about Meat Loaf. So I ended up dreaming I was going to a highly exclusive Meat Loaf gig in some fancy hotel. Everyone was having a great pre-gig time, then the Loaf himself came in took some photos and went to his room to prepare for the show.

The it suddenly hit me, and I asked the guy next to me: "Hold on, isn't Meat Loaf dead? Didn't he die a few years ago?"

The guy next to me said: "He did. Also, we're in Lebanon. Please get me a glass of wine and I'll explain to you how this makes sense."

I got that wine, but then I woke up, ffs.
 
Perun said:
The other day I had a conversation with some people here about Meat Loaf. So I ended up dreaming I was going to a highly exclusive Meat Loaf gig in some fancy hotel. Everyone was having a great pre-gig time, then the Loaf himself came in took some photos and went to his room to prepare for the show.

The it suddenly hit me, and I asked the guy next to me: "Hold on, isn't Meat Loaf dead? Didn't he die a few years ago?"

The guy next to me said: "He did. Also, we're in Lebanon. Please get me a glass of wine and I'll explain to you how this makes sense."

I got that wine, but then I woke up, ffs.
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When your mind spins you a dream which it is unable to resolve satisfactorily it wakes you up to save itself from snapping, I'm sure of it ...
 
Black Abyss Babe said:
When your mind spins you a dream which it is unable to resolve satisfactorily it wakes you up to save itself from snapping, I'm sure of it ...
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I definitely prefer that explanation to the thought that somewhere in my subconscious, there is an answer that I will never know.
 
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