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I actually named this account after someone I met in a dream...

Long story short, I was on my way home from a dinner party that I left at midnight. Even though I was only ten streets from my "home" in the dream (did not resemble my real home at all) I ended up lost. Each attempt to get closer to home only brought me farther, paths started to look the same. At one point, I got pulled into a metro train that brought me a huge distance away. Discouraged, I decided to find a cab. I knew it would be expensive, but I had tried everything else up to this point.
There was a cab parked on the side of a street that took me in. The driver was a war vet (as to what war is unknown, he seemed in his 40s) and his two sons where also in the vehicle (late teens - 20s). I accompanied them on some errands, which entailed stopping a few places and either dropping off or picking up items. Over time, they became my friends. I learned that they where part of a resistance group, fighting against an evil cult that lurked in the city (no idea what city this was).
While moving through the heart of the city, these cultists became known to me. We where attacked and separated, and I was cornered by the cult leader and a few of his associates. They almost killed me before the younger of the two son's stepped in and fought them off. After we got away, I asked his name, response was Alfonse.
He said I didn't need to pay the cab fee, but I felt a certain determination to pay it. We walked to some bookstore, where I bought a cheap composition book and got $50 cash-back. Gave 30 for the cab ride, and an extra 20 to Alfonse for saving my life. Alfonse ran off after escorting me home. I called out and asked "will I ever see you again?". He turned around while running and responded, but it was inaudible... he shook his head and mouthed what looked like "maybe". I walked into an apartment that was supposedly my home, and woke up.

4 days passed within the dream, though I had only slept for 9 hours. I've had some realistic dreams before, but this one takes the cake... It was so real I felt inclined to write every detail I could remember in a notebook. Sometimes, I've had dreams that are revived and continue from where they left off. Hoping I'll meet Alfonse again someday

A lot of my dreams I've had are so plain and boring and are in very dull shades of colours, that they actually seem more real than reality. What I fear the most is being alone. I think that's why I have these dreams very often. Sometimes I feel that my dreams are more like reality. Because in reality, my life is nowhere near as lost as I usually am in my dreams.

1. Imagine wandering inside a mall by yourself. You don't know anyone and you don't know where you're going. You're just wandering around, not knowing what to do. It's closing time and everyone's slowly leaving. You are the only one who's still inside the building. You wander around through the darkness and emptiness. At the end, you sit on the floor beside a department store and cry.

2. Imagine visiting a very old apartment building. There are floors below ground. You use your flashlight and continue going down the floors until it reaches the very end. There are spider webs everywhere. There is a mysterious door that looks like it hasn't been visited for a very long time. You're too afraid to open it. So you try to go back to the first floor again. But no matter how much you go up, you just can't reach the first floor anymore. You are stuck forever. So you go back to the bottom again, open the door and go inside. It was so dark you couldn't see anything even with your flashlight on.

3. You've moved to a new apartment home. You're walking with your mom beside a pond on your left. On the right are a bunch of apartments. It's about almost sunset time and you and your mom goes inside the new apartment building. When you go inside your room, there is nothing. The walls are white and there are barely any furniture. You sit on the floor leaning on the wall beside an old box, looking out in the window, at the dim, boring sunset. You don't even care if you die right at that moment. Maybe death could be more exciting at least.

4. This time, I think it's some sort of meditation resort. Again, I'm just wandering around places all by myself. A lot of people spoke Thai so I didn't know what they were saying. At the end I left the place and wandered around the streets. It's really really hot outside and the sun is killing me. I took a bus and sat on a seat near the end of the bus on the left side. It felt like the bus ride took forever but it was actually a very short time.

5. It was on a bus. It was packed with passengers at the time. Then all of a sudden the bus crashed and everyone in the bus died, including yourself. But at that time you didn't realize it at all because it happened all so fast. So everyone turned into a ghost in an instant. Then everyone including you got off the bus and circled around a bonfire. Then everyone started spooking people on the streets. Then all of a sudden, you see your parents, relatives, and friends from afar. But they couldn't see you. You waved and shouted at them. They couldn't acknowledge your existence.

6. I started hanging out with this girl at school. I wasn't sure who asked who out, but I think it's because it didn't really matter. She wasn't really my type, but she's cute and at least I was happy that I wasn't completely alone. I skipped all my classes just to search for her class by class. When I found her at her science class I pretended to be one of the students. I sat right beside her. I suck at science so that's why I didn't took science. I got a bunch of assignment sheets and I just drew hearts with my name and her name inside of the hearts and one of the students laughed at me for it. Then I just threw the rest of my assignments in my backpack and just chilled for the rest of the class, I guess. During recess we went out of the building, but we were still on the school property. We were in front of one of the doors of the school. I was really depressed because I thought I was alone at that moment, and thought I was only daydreaming. But then she held my hand and kissed me on the cheek. She smiled at me and leaned her head on my left shoulder while grabbing my left arm. When I woke up from my dream I realized that my new shampoo smelled very feminine.

I dream my dad and I rode weird roller coasters that went in different angles and it was made of concrete material that bend and compress according to your weight. Then he had a ant or something on his leg and his legs and feet were red color like a rash then I got ant bug off and fix his pant leg. That made me sad.

I don't sleep much anymore because I get intense vivid dreams. I can recall a load of dreams I've had over the year, some of them are happy/loving, some are heart breaking and then some are just life threatening or terrifying. I try to set myself up for good dreams or no dreams at all but, it's totally random for me.

I always lucid dream so I always know it's a dream so I never get sad. I get frustrated or scared, that's it. I have a lot of heart racing dreams.

A dream where my mother died and I could only contact her via phone. Audio was muffled and difficult to hear, but it gave me peace in my heart. But then it all turned out to be a series of prank calls. I was devastated. When I woke up it made me consider converting into a religion.

A more recent dream I had days ago which was drawn in anime-style and featured a character of the opposite gender whose POV kept changing from mine and third person. There was a lot of killing, a betrayal and a failed escape through magical flight because I/they smashed into a metal structure. The whole story was then wrapped up as a story told by another character while walking in the rain with an umbrella with me(?), with hints that the storyteller was the character due to similar physical features and a "They were never seen again" line.

Bad dreams are always a relief to wake up from. You feel better about your life after waking up.
Good dreams make you feel like crap though

I had a dream where I got stabbed multiple times. I managed to take out the guy who stabbed me. I had no phone on me and for some odd reason the streets were all empty and I somehow managed to limp all the way home 3 kilometers away and died in my bed crying. Then I became a ghost and watched as all of my loved ones and other people die.

i enjoy dreaming...i just hope to lucid dream one day

[quote=j1mhalpert206]i once had a dream my mom died, and that was the most realistic dream i have ever had. when i was young me n my mom would fight all the time and id tell her i hate her then shed kick me out then the cycle would repeat itself. but since having this dream, it made me realize i didnt hate her, now that i live on my own i call her everyday, it doesnt have to be mothers day or her birthday for me to call and tell her i love her. having that dream was prolly one of the best things that has ever happened to me.[/quote]
That is very nice wonderful how a dream did that.

i once had a dream my mom died, and that was the most realistic dream i have ever had. when i was young me n my mom would fight all the time and id tell her i hate her then shed kick me out then the cycle would repeat itself. but since having this dream, it made me realize i didnt hate her, now that i live on my own i call her everyday, it doesnt have to be mothers day or her birthday for me to call and tell her i love her. having that dream was prolly one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

[quote=Rollsback]When I was a kid I switched elementary schools after first grade. I had a dream that took place at my new school and my best friend from the old school was there. All I remember was being on the playground with some big black yoga balls and playing with my old friend. I woke up crying for a long time.

Oh, and there was this other dream that was at a pool. My mom went through the gate and to the pool and there were these security guards who wouldn't let me in. I woke up crying after that even though I don't even like swimming.[/quote]
Switching schools is always hard. I remember I was in 6th grade and I was in a school program called AVID. Most of the time you would switch from class to class with different students but in AVID we stayed as a group and we really bonded as a class. When I was moving they made me a card, everyone in the class signed it. The teacher even put her email in case I need help with school work. I had dreams of still being in that class for awhile, it made me really hate my new school, but I made some friends that I still call friends to this day.

Your second story made me smile, I remember just waking up and crying before too.

@Marth
What a save. I hope your dream doesn't mean in your subconscious you would like to try said drug.

When I was a kid I switched elementary schools after first grade. I had a dream that took place at my new school and my best friend from the old school was there. All I remember was being on the playground with some big black yoga balls and playing with my old friend. I woke up crying for a long time.

Oh, and there was this other dream that was at a pool. My mom went through the gate and to the pool and there were these security guards who wouldn't let me in. I woke up crying after that even though I don't even like swimming.