I was at a concert with my family, and for some reason there was a big screen showing an advert for a pixel art 2D beat em up set in India called Bhangra Boys or something. My family were all looking away and my brother asked what it's called as it looks good, and I said "GOOD MORNING SAARS" in a racist Indian accent.

Then my family kept talking about how Good Morning Saars is a really weird name for a game and repeating Good Morning Saars, and I got embarrassed because I didn't realise there were Indians behind me, and I was propagating racist anti-Indian internet memes.

>>470640

That's pretty funny though.

I wouldn't feel bad, because if the Indians in your dream were anything like the Indians I've known in real life, they were mad racist themselves and could handle a bit of bantz.

I went with some friends and family to visit Warhammer World. Some of them were people I've not even thought about in a decade or more, including a bloke I think I only ever met once at a gig in Manchester in about 2011.

Anyway, when we got there it hardly had any Warhammer and most of it was some Ninja Warrior Total Wipeout Takeshi's Castle obstacle course things, and you could watch contestants from overhead catwalks. One of them was skateboarding and people mainly had to avoid crashing into each other on some oddly shaped half pipe setup. They were playing some really good music though.

They had Blackpool Tower on the roof only it was about ten times taller than real life. You could see all of Nottingham below us like the sky box from the bit of Half Life 2 when you're at the top of the citadel. We all went up, but the walkways were exceptionally unsafe and several of us almost fell off the edge, and we had to keep pulling each other back up.

I was a member of the cast of Friends and I had just been let go. Joey was the only one who was nice to me about it. He had a ponytail.

I've consistently been having really bizarre dreams for the last few nights.

The other night I was moving a desk chair through a city, but it rolled away down a hill and I had to chase after it, and the entire city was seemingly nothing but long downhill slopes. Last night I was driving a bus and I went over a draw bridge right as it was raising, and only just jumped out as the bus fell into the river below. Luckily it floated so I could go down and pull it onto the shore.

They seem to be very anxious dreams but in real life I am probably the least stressed I have been in years. I feel like my brain has become so conditioned to stress and anxiety over the years that in the absence of it, my brain is trying to compensate.

I dreamed I was fighting a small furry creature that just wouldn't fuck off. Grabbing it, slamming it against the floor, walls, furniture, stamping on it, crunching bones and twisting flesh. Yet it kept running right back yapping and biting at my ankles with its vile maw.

A young black woman took a liking to me in a public place and became increasingly playful and intimate as we found ourselves getting on better and better. Publicly approriate physical contact with the hint of more, eye contact, social connection. In her eyes was a relection of a Ghanan flag. She had a non-english accent. Her face was painted white - I'm not sure if it had a racial connotation.

It's a bit worrying that I keep having dreams about murdering people. Last night I had a dream that I had murdered one of my exes and had encased her body in the concrete foundation of a house. I then heard that they had arrested somebody and put him in prison because they thought he was the murderer, and I thought, brilliant, I'm actually getting away with it.

Maybe I should bring it up with my therapist.

>>470790
I had a dream recently that me and my wife murdered a glamorous 1980s-looking woman so we could steal £80,000 from her. We put her body and possessions into her red sports car and dumped it into the sea. Afterwards I was thinking "great, I've got eighty grand , and noone will ever find out", then I started worrying that actually, why wouldn't anyone find out we murdered her, it could well be discovered, and specifically that if we were found out that my name will be remembered as that of a murderer for eternity. Towards the end it felt like I was doing actual thinking rather than just stupid dream logic, and then I woke up. The end.

>>470847

We're all wronguns.

Had another dream about my late mum last night. It's not really nice waking up after that. She had dementia at the end, and so my dreams often revolve around her doing another daft thing and me sighing with exasperation, like I often did while I was looking after her.

Be there for your parents. Spend time with them. Make their life a bit more enjoyable. You never know when they will be gone. And then all the remorse will start, because no matter how much you lived by that, you'll still feel like you didn't do enough. And every harsh word you ever said to them comes back to haunt you in retrospect.

A very pretty black lass was apparently my girlfriend, and I was sleeping on the sofa at her nan's house. She came in to check on me during the night and asked if I wanted to go to bed with her but I declined because it's her nan's house. I asked her what time it was, and she said it was 3:15, and I said oh good, I thought it was far later than that. I then realised what was happening and woke up to check the time because it was, indeed, five minutes until my alarm.

Dream harlots trying to make you late for work, lads. Don't believe their lies.

Hang on why have two of us been dreaming about black lasses recently? Are we race fetishists now?

>>470864

Are you two also the fatty chasers?

>>470871

Certainly not.

The one in my dream was petit and slim. I think she was based on an old work colleague's sister (who I worked with... So just a colleague, but I always saw her as "Otherlass's Sister" first, if you know what I mean) who I got along with very well, because out of the four 20 something girls I found myself having to train at one point, she was the only one who wasn't a fucking boring "like ohmygaaawd" type of cunt.

>>470864
Now?

I went into a nightclub in a large dilapidated building in the middle of nowhere. I had to go up metal stairs outside to enter on the first floor. It turned out to be a "rape shop", where you order people to rape and sexually abuse.

I was disgusted by this concept, I ordered a skinny woman and a large butcher's knife to torture her with, and for the man who brought her up to rape her too but to not kill her. He said "no promises there mate". My plan was not to rape, but to kill the rapeman when he was raping the woman, then I free the woman and kill the other workers.

As I was waiting I noticed lots of hen do's and office parties in the nightclub. One woman looked like she worked in HR, and she had a bouquet of flowers and a naked man on a chain leash. In another room, a brown had his feet on a table while three naked leashed white girls kissed his feet.

It was taking a long time for the raped girl I was going to save to arrive, and I was getting anxious from the crowds. My jaw really hurt because I was clenching it so hard. After a while I had an anxiety attack and left.

I had an anxiety nightmare last night where I'd managed accidentally to shave my moustache into a Hitler 'tache, but not even like a big full one, it was all thin and whispy.

>>471209
You drempt you were a visage of Hitler? That's gotta mean something mate what's going on in your mind?

>>471209

>where I'd managed accidentally to shave my moustache into a Hitler 'tache

Maybe it was really a Charlie Chaplin 'tache.

The so-called toothbrush moustache was actually quite fashionable and widespread from about 1900 to the 1930s, without negative connotations. It only really fell out of favour after Hitler adopted it, having worn a Kaiser moustache previously, as evidenced by photos of him from WWI.

>>471221
I'm not a big believer in the idea that dreams have some kind of hidden meaning to them (because it's made up Fraudian nonsense), so I think it's just the oft felt concern I have about slipping up and ruining my moustache. I have some big events coming too up so if I ruin it now, the whole thing's got to go. There simply isn't the time to regrow it.

>>471222
Oh, I'm well aware. I saw pic related just the other day.

>>471223

>Fraudian nonsense

Fraudian slip?

>>471224
Sadly not, I instead spent so long trying to get that photo around the "please only upload one image at a time" bug that I never bothered to proof read my post.

How do you two see precognitive dreams?

I'm asking because something unsettling happened last night, as I had a very vivid dream about a good friend dying in an accident.

A few years ago, I had a similar dream about an ex's brother dying. I remembered very distinctly from my dream the procession from the chapel to the grave with the coffin, and then two or three years later when he did die very unexpectedly and I attended the funeral, it was downright disturbing how much the real thing was like my dream.

I don't expect my friend to die at any point now, but that dream last night was on my mind the whole day.

>>471476

The only thing that's telling of is that you are worried about it. I am definitely part of the "dreams have meaning" camp, because dreams are in effect just the nightly defrag and refresh process of the sophisticated LLM neural network you call consciousness. But unless you have outstanding predictive abilities on a subconscious level, I think it's unlikely for that to overlap significantly with future events.

>>471476
Once you realise you're living what you predicted, you have to change the events. So one time I dreamed about walking down a certain street at a certain time of day with certain weather and ambience, and months later I was in that exact shot, so I punched a wall because I didn't do that in my dream, and then the nuclear bombs didn't drop. Or turn off TV like one dream I was watching Junior Bake Off when the bombs dropped so now I turn over whenever Junior Bake Off is on.

There is a shadow, it wears a hat. Could be Carmen Santiago, Harry Copperfield, or anyone. Except the shadow is the person, who observes. Sometimes it takes the form of a long haired crying thing. It's not there, but I see it.

Those are nightmares. Hat or hair, always, always.

>>471496

You might be ska-badabadabadoo-belidabbelydabbladabbladabblabab-belibabbelibabbelibabbelabbelo-doobelidoo reassured to hear that the hatman is a pretty common hallucination from sleep deprivation and also deliriant abuse.

I've got some theories about sleep paralysis. I have pretty frequent abnormal/semi lucid dream states that I think are quite strongly linked to it. I don't think I can be bothered typing it up unless one of you is particularly interested though.

>>471500
I'll hear what you got to say. Give it a go at breakfast tomorrow.

>>471497
I know. It's a strange one where if you tell people they either nod and also know, or they look at you like a wrongun. "Have you met the hat man?", and most people laugh. The shadow person who does not exist but you can see them.

Between this "hat man" and the suggestion that precognition is real I'm starting to suspect some of you lot are "touched", as they used to say.

There was a time artifact a small pot which when destored would send the destroyer back to the time and place of the last time it had been destroyed and interupted that process, this was intially used by a person who was stealing it from a forbiden artifacts warehose (think the place at the end of raiders of the lost ark) to evade capture, but ended up being used one too many times (as the artifact would send people further back (as it corrected for previous times it had been destroyed) and sent them back to the middle ages where they encoutered someone who was actually from the far future who was stuck there and had built themselves a hidden refuge, they expained not only did the artififact send people back in time it also made them effectively temoprarily immortal as the universe naturally desired to put them back in the orginal place they belonged in the time before they continued advancing as normal, so they were just staying out of histories way and observing.

the protagonist contiued to destroy to use the device untile it sent them back to the brozen age and the orginal creator and it turned out the devices imortality wasn't an accident as the orgianl creator was a sadist who wanted people to be immortal so that they could tourture them indefinately.

I think I was Sonic, or possibly one of the Transformers (it wasn't very consistent). The bad guy was very proud of himself that he had sent some sort of robo-shark baddie after me in a swimming level. But that part was quite promptly forgotten about. He was following after me to gloat and block doorways, but I was apparently not following the script, so instead I grabbed him by the throat and pinned him down to call him a fanny and threaten to punch his teeth in in a voice very similar to Teeside Tintin (that's not at all how I speak but apparently it's how Sonic speaks). I then had to fight a climactic boss battle against a load of evil Transformers.

I had a dream that I was in the bathroom having a poo, and then it just wouldn't stop, I would wipe and flush and then just even more came out of me. And not as diarrhea, but quite solid, to where the sheer combined length was just improbable to fit inside a person's gut. This repeated several times until it seemed I was done.

>>471501

I may remember by the weekend.

Matt Groening was murdered by a Simpsons super fan in France. I was sent to a corner shop in Ireland, which had bars on the doors and windows, to investigate.

Went on the piss with Rosie Jones. We ended up aggressively snogging in McDonalds. It was unnecessarily wet.

>>471792

Probably took a tediously long time to even get to that point.

>>471803

She was delightful company, but I was quite hurt by the fact that she was obviously toying with my feelings. Not hurt enough to stop snogging her, mind.

I had a dream about my old flat again, which I moved out of at the end of 2023.

In my dream, I was in the process of moving out and getting things to my new place, but I had overstayed the agreed upon final move-out day by a few days, and so I came to the building where my flat was located and it turned out the landlord had moved all my remaining stuff out of my flat and onto the pavement in front of the building. And then some neighbourhood children came and started nicking some of my stuff, so I had to shoo them off and told them I'd tell their parents. I then went upstairs to see if there was any of my stuff still left inside the flat, but I could see that somebody else had already moved in, and they looked at me from their bed in consternation and said, "What's going on?"

What's really interesting is that I've had dreams like that one repeatedly recently. And they have largely replaced the dreams I used to have about moving out of student housing.

Went on holiday to the South of France with Roger off of Skill Builder. We fell in love and bought a château together. He was very tender, when he wasn't griping about shoddy pointing.

I was working with disabled kids, and went to go visit a client at a weight loss camp. He was a fat black kid kind of like Harvey Price. I went in the fat camp and went up and gave him a hug because he'd lost so much weight. Then everyone around me (all black people) looked shocked. A voice came from the other side of the room. It was my client who had also lost a lot of weight. I had hugged the wrong guy because I confused two black people with each other. I tried to play it off as facial blindness, I was embarrassed. I woke up.

I was walking through a shitty part of my home town and a bunch of shitty kids started doing what they do when they know they're untouchable because they're kids, then their mum (who looked about 20) joined in.

I had a dream that I was opening my own men's shirt shop, and it was called Shirt Happens. And I thought that was a massively clever idea.

I bought a blue steel revolver and was fucking about with it in my bedroom, then my wife came home so I tried to hide it. She saw me acting suspicious and I said "don't be mad, I won't use it, the safety is on, I removed the cylinder so it's not dangerous, it's just a hobby". She was mad then the door rang and our cat had escaped so we then used lots of 50ft long cable ties to build a make shift cage around the window so the cat can't get out again.

It was my normal daily life but I owned a big old 1970s American car. I don't know exactly what type, some kind of Mustang or Impala type of thing. I was greatly concerned about the tyres gradually going flat.

I had a dream that somebody had murdered a person and encased their body in a slab of concrete in my front garden while I was not at home. When I then got home, they thanked me for letting them use my property to get rid of the body. The rain was then starting to wash away the dirt on top of the concrete, and I was getting worried that some of my neighbours might spot it and think I had murdered someone.

I keep having dreams about people getting murdered. Maybe I should mention it at my therapist next time.

I was somewhere in the countryside doing some kind of work or family do, but I snuck away and slipped through the window of a girl from work and we had sex, it was pretty nice.

I had a dream where all my nose hairs were five centimetres long, and I pulled them out one by one and admired them with great pride.

>>472253
That's like, my actual life.