The road trip part was we where escaping from a hospital that did human experiments. I was with this girl who was obsessed with me and stalked me, but like in a good way? Some nerd kid, who’s mom was youtube famous for nude aerobics, like youtube allowed her channel to have full nudity, some redneck boy who was a pervert.
Anyway we where in a bus and we kept getting chased by a doctor on a bike who was shooting needles into the bus. I got hit by one but I was fine and the girl that was obsessed with me had a panic attack over it. Then a country girl with a lifted f-150 started ramming us.
The redneck boy driving the bus was mad because he wanted to take us to a park he loved so we could play and hang out. Then I woke up. I had to skip a dose of my meds yesterday to pad them out for delivery from my pharmacy which is closed today on memorial day, so I blame acute withdrawals for this wild one.
Dreams are great. We should have a permanent dream megathread on here.
i cried for the first time in i don’t know how many years because in a dream i had the other morning i was like 6 years old and we had to move quickly and throw everything we could on this passing train. it was very exciting. we all got onboard including the giant soft white old dog we had. then came the time we had to leave the train but the old dog couldn’t get off and i was forced to leave him on the train.
i woke up with tears streaming down my face. i hasn’t cried like that in ages
Happy I didn’t dream about my ex or being back in school or some combo of the two. These make up the bulk of my dreams.
The bulk of my dreams used to be me lost on random streets, or being driven down a motorway scarily fast, or in swimming pool changing rooms where all the toilets are clogged up and overflowing, but I barely dream at all now as my sleep is so awful.
If it makes you feel better, when I’m off my meds I barely sleep too.
it sucks. I’m so tired all the time and miss dreaming.
I got a lot to share, unfortunately I’m the type to forget my dreams despite wanting to share it
There’s an online diary called penzu, I used to use that to record my dreams. I’d keep a pen and paper by my bed, scribble them down immediately and then type them up. I still enjoy going back and reading them. I also used to have a paper book of my dreams but lost it unfortunately.