Dream Diary

Between the ages of 5 and 7, I had a recurring nightmare about a dog man. The man had the head of a brown laborador and the body of a human. He wore a dark suit and a bowler hat. In the dreams, I would wake up in the dark, hear a buzzing, and the man would slowly phase through the wall next to my bed. Sometimes he would just stand over me, and other times he would bend down beside my bed and whisper to me. I couldn't understand the whispers; it just sounded like hums, clicks, and other random sounds. Often I woke up crying and afraid to move.

Eventually my mom asked me about the nightmares. When I described the man to her, she was shocked. She told me that she used to dream about the same creature when she was little. In her dream, she would wake up and go into the kitchen for a glass of water. The fridge would open and he would come out and hug her so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She had never told anyone about these dreams before.

I don't really believe in anything supernatural, so I think this was just a bizarre coincidence. This also happened in a room we called “the nightmare room,” as everyone who slept in there would have more frequent nightmares. I suspect this was because you could easily hear the downstairs neighbours fighting in that room. Eventually I stopped having the nightmare after my uncle came to live with us and he took the nightmare room.

This dream was set in a fantasy DnD-ish RPG. I was an elven warlock, and in my party there was a human paladin (who looked like Callisto from Xena, so that's what I'll call her) and a halfling rogue (Tommy Undergallows from Neverwinter Nights). Dragons were attacking a city, and I had to protect the royal family. I successfully saved everyone in the family except for the heir, a young girl who was trapped in a tower that was difficult to access. After reloading saves and trying several times, I ended up entering a cheat code to increase my speed to see if it was even possible to save her. I saved her, but she had no dialogue options, and none of the characters acknowledged her being alive. It appeared she was not meant to survive, so I reloaded a save and let her die.

The dragons were defeated, but we discovered that they were controlled by someone. A mysterious plague began sweeping across the already half-destroyed city. A princess who was next in line for the throne fell ill and asked to see us. She was lying in bed, and I noticed her eyes seemed to glow. I felt uncomfortable, and we quickly left. That night, Callisto went back to see her and spent the night with her. Callisto began acting strange, and her eyes glowed like the princess'. She left the party and disappeared.

After some time talking to people, I heard a rumour of odd people gathering in the city's sewers. I went deep into the sewers and found a hidden door. Behind the door, there was a massive ancient underground ruin. I saw Callisto, the princess, and two others speaking to a large crowd. They were wearing robes and seemed to be a part of some kind of cult. At this point, my cat began slapping my face, and I woke up.

I dreamt of a movie in which Michael Stuhbarg played a successful bakery owner in New York/Ancient Rome. His best friend, played by Ciarán Hinds, was jealous of his success and secretly plotted against him. After many failed attempts on his life, Stuhlbarg's character became reclusive and wouldn't come out of his home, hiring security guards to protect him. Finally, Hinds set fire to Stuhlbarg's home. Stuhlbarg managed to escape, but Hinds chased him down and shot him. Hinds became emperor of New York City as well as ancient Rome, and the credits rolled. The credits felt like a 90s/2000s teen comedy with a song that sounded like something from Tony Hawke Pro Skater.

My partner and I went looking for an apartment. We found an old Victorian apartment with extremely cheap rent and decided to check it out. The building was very beautiful but was falling apart. Inside the stairwell, it was very dirty and in need of repair; there were cats everywhere. We went up to the building's communal attic, and there were even more cats. We met the landlady, and she told us that she and the tenants all take care of a colony of cats and let them live in the attic. She also told us that one cat was missing, and she believed that he got into the apartment we were looking at. The cat was very old, and she was worried he was looking for a quiet place to die.

We opened the door to the apartment and were met with a massive hoard of miscellaneous items. There were beautiful antiques and art mixed with trash, and everything was covered in dust. As we continued through the apartment, we found a room full of 80s and 90s My Little Pony. The next room had a TV playing Maury or some other trashy daytime TV. This room was particularly dirty, and after moving some piles around, we discovered it was the kitchen. We came to the bedroom, and it was full of antique clothes from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. We asked the landlady what happened in this apartment, and she told us the previous tenant stopped paying rent and went missing. We decided to rent the place, and she said we could keep all the previous guys stuff if we took care of the cleaning.

We moved in, and I found the missing cat asleep under a table. He didn't move, and I worried that he had indeed died, but after poking him, he woke up and angrily slinked out the door. I then began to clear out the bedroom. Under a pile of dresses on the bed, I was shocked to discover the corpse of the previous tenant, dressed in an Edwardian wedding gown. We told the landlady, and he was removed from the building. For some reason, I then decided to sleep in the bed where this guy died??? In the middle of the night, his spirit attacked me, and then I woke up.

My partner and I were on vacation, along with our cat, Jadzia. We visited a little fabric store. This fabric store is a real one that I used to go to with my mom when I was little. It had a little play area with toys to distract kids while their parents shopped. After this, it was already time to go back home. Somehow we managed to lose Jadzia's carrier and had to carry her around in our arms. Unsurprisingly, we were not allowed to board the plane with a loose cat, so we decided that I'd get on the plane alone and my partner would buy a carrier and take the next flight.

The plane was small but had massive seats. The seating was arranged like a booth at a restaurant with a large table surrounded by five or six chairs. The cockpit had no door, allowing passengers to see the controls and front window. There was only one other passenger at my "booth,” and we made small talk. The pilot frequently came out and chatted with us, which concerned me as there was no co-pilot. I asked her if anyone was in the cockpit, and she told me that the plane's autopilot was very advanced and could take off, fly, and land on its own without any possibility of crashing.

I looked at my phone and saw that my partner had sent me a bunch of pictures of him and Jadzia enjoying a “cat park” with a bunch of other people and their cats. I then realised that I didn't put my phone in airplane mode. The plane suddenly lurched forward and began to nose dive. We crashed in a pond next to the airport. I guess the crash was not a big deal, so I just went to the airport and waited for my partner. When he arrived, he immediately let Jadzia out, and she ran around the airport attacking people.

A random couple came to visit my partner and me at our apartment. The apartment was extremely messy, with dust, grime, and dirty laundry/dishes covering basically every surface. I offered the couple some fruitcake that was sitting in a pile of dirty dishes. I finally realized how disgusting everything was and tried to do some laundry. The washing machine was covered in hay and leaves. After clearing it out, I discovered an enormous rat and took a picture of myself pointing at it. In the picture, my hand appeared extremely elongated and ghostly. The hand moved and petted the rat, despite it being a still image.

While I was confusedly looking at the picture, the couple asked me about the neighbourhood and told me they wanted to open a restaurant. I told them they should open a coffee shop or bakery instead because there are enough restaurants. They agreed and then told me the landlord was selling the building I live in to them, and they were going to convert it into a bakery. They gave me an eviction notice, and I chased them to their car.

My partner and I had to move our wedding up from next year to next week due to some vague legal issues. I began sewing wedding outfits for the both of us. I went to a mall for more sewing supplies. A woman there had a gun and started shooting people and taking hostages. I tried to sneak out, but the mall was a confusing maze, and no matter where I went, I ended up back where the woman was. I started to talk to her in order to distract her and avoid being killed. We talked about sewing and art. She was an artist, and she showed me her extremely disturbing and gory artwork. She then told me this attack was performance art. I changed the subject to video games, and we discussed our favourites. I randomly brought up playing Skyrim on PS3 when it came out, and she made fun of me for playing "the worst version of Skyrim ever released." Suddenly, a large plane crashed into a nearby field. In the confusion, I escaped outside and ran onto a bus that was just about to depart. I got home and continued planning the wedding. Miraculously, I finished both outfits but woke up before the wedding.

It was the night before the US election, and my parents were fighting with my partner about Kamala Harris. I went out for a walk in the forest to get away and found a creepy run-down shack. While inspecting it, I was attacked and left for dead in a ditch. I was discovered by hikers, but they thought I was dead, so they left me and told my parents what happened. I saw everyone grieving but couldn't communicate with anyone.

Eventually a necromancer found me and cast a spell that reincarnated me as a 1960s businesswoman. I worked in a large skyscraper that also contained a hospital. While waiting for the elevator, I met another woman who was a doctor at the hospital. Her coworkers were all cartoonishly rude and sexist to her. She told me to work hard and be strong to prove to the world that women are equal to men. She then told me she was dying and collapsed to the floor, melting into a puddle of brown and pink goop. I scooped up the goop and dried it, turning it into a kind of jerky. I went to the hospital and confronted the sexist doctors. While snacking on the human jerky, I gave passionate but completely nonsensical speech about the evils of sexism, which made the doctors weep and promise to change their ways.

The dream then shifted into a mildly horny dream about Raphael and Shadowheart from Baldur's Gate 3 falling in love.