/b/ - Dream thread?I had an interesting dream last night. I fell asleep listening to Vinesauce Joel's GTA III stream last night. In the dream, I decided to order some food from Taco Bell (who does not deliver, but they did in the dream). I began to give him

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Dream thread?

I had an interesting dream last night. I fell asleep listening to Vinesauce Joel's GTA III stream last night. In the dream, I decided to order some food from Taco Bell (who does not deliver, but they did in the dream). I began to give him my order, and I was greeted by Joel, who told me to shut the fuck up. He then started asking me the best way to get past a level in GTA IV. I gave him my ultimate wisdom and he started yelling. He eventually showed up at my house with my food, and he very rudely barged into my home and put it on the kitchen counter. He refused to leave. He continued to talk to me about GTA. I told him to get the fuck out of my house. He did not. Eventually, I told him that if he didn't go away I was going to hurt his face with a chair. I shoved him out of my front door, but he remained out front. I then called the police, who continued to chat with me about GTA, but left when asked to.

tl;dr Vinesauce Joel harassed me in my own home after delivering Taco Bell.


Why did you not talk about GTA with him?


I did at first. But eventually there comes a point where I just wanna order my food


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i had a lewd dream last night about big titty eldritch bitches. pic related they were all blindfolded and there were piles of them just laying on eachother.




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it's just a damn face you paranoid niglet, here's another one. and stop being jealous about not dreaming of big titty eldritch bitches.


what does bl mean


i just shortened "blindfold"


nonono I know it's not, you can't trick me. Those are dudes getting their holes poked, not sexy females. I'm on to you, hear me?


i wish you guys weren't so gay sometimes.


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oh, I see, a simple mistake, thank you for bearing with us and providing evidence my dear sir. After all, one cannot be too careful in times like these


i would be on 4chan if i had bitten the trap/tranny lure


I had a dream
Me & ex back to seventeen
Summer nights and the libertines
Never growing up.


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pt 1
i had a dream it it wasnt pleasent. it's 2060. china slowly takes over america, buys off american companys, sends women over here to either have babies, or send already pregnant women to have babies in american soil. one of those babies grew up to become president and claims to "hold both americas and chinas best (((interest)))". age of consent is lowered. ads for foods and brands now have blatant soft-core porn, same with tv shows and movies. age rating doesnt matter, its everywhere, kids books talking about masturbation and such. Anyone remember seeing all those shidty ads that try to seem relatable or are just lol so randumb? (like those old spice commercials) in 2010 us goverment psycologists studyed a regular pornsite and made viral marketing techneques from the info they got, and used that in ads for whatever to fuck with people and makecthem buy more stuff, and around 2018, they did the same with wojack, called "the wojack effect"
put people into groups or subgroups, label them, memes, give them the guise of anonimity, teach them to represent themselves with shidty watered down plilosophy and make them easy to control. not only that but market food for them, like "doomers only smoke lucky stripe cigarettes, and drink jack daniels" or "boomers only drink monster energy drinks" you get the idea, but relable it to something else. people larping irl to make themselves feel better. fukkin normies. drug abuse is rampant and accepted. instead of feeling emotions and growing, nomatter how painful, its just people from a young age numbing themselves. politics doesnt matter any more, its all predecided beforehand but dont tell anyone that. to make matters worse celebrities and pornstars stand in while actual politicians ghost write.


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pt 2
nothing is anonymous or private anymore. everything gets collected into a database and if you mess up, your fucked for life. twotter, socal media and everything is connected permanently, you cant even open up a browser and search "watermelon addict" and if you dont use it you'll get fucked, in order to get a job and do anything you must connect, and stay connected for life. alexa and other lifehelper shid is embedded everywhere so you can't even speak without being heard. and finally, are doing their best to eat, breath, and think for you and be your best pal, even though in actuality their a living godlike paracite, and after their done killing you they move on to their next victem. mcdonalds made a sex toy/vr alternate reality brothel for any age, and through sexual innuendo
>"oh anon stick your 100% pure beef into my american made freshly baked buns and put your big mac secret sause inside me" like that,
they make you buy more food and get free shekels, coupons, you name it. but over time they slowly pull the plug and give you less and less, making you buy more. other brands followed their direction and did similar things. literally the most autistic dream i had in my life.


>"In 2010 us goverment psycologists studyed a regular pornsite and made viral marketing techneques from the info..."
Hit a bit too close to the truth right there, anon : https://github.com/bibanon/bibanon/wiki/EWFA-Chapter-6
rat bastards actually did it


ok so i had a really weird dream were i was just in a endless white space and i just walked forward then i got transferred to a different universe and there was just watermelon addicts everywhere and then they pulled out there cocks and just started shooting cum at me then hitler killed all them but a jew-copter came and they tried to steal our money then i got my nigger killer and shot them all then hitler teleported us to 1934 Germany and a airplane took me a kkk base were they tried to steal my nigger killer but then a gang of cum shooting watermelon addicts killed them and used there cracker killers to try and kill me but i killed them all with my trusty nigger killer and magically a motorcycle appeared AND HITLER CAME BACK and he took me back to germany but not in 30's or 40's but in 2013 and they killed hitler but then a nuke hit germany and i thought it was over but then i woke up


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Here is a long and vivid dream I had shortly after quitting weed that I remember practically every detail of:
The dream was in some post-post apocalyptic setting. I was living in a castle built on top of the ruins of my childhood neighborhood. At the start of the dream I was given an aerial view of this castle: a stonework keep opened to an enclosed courtyard which contained dormitories for the courtiers. Beyond that was a bailey with a stables and a blacksmith and a tavern. Outside the walls of the castle was acres and acres of farmland with farmhouses. The only remnants on my old neighborhood were ruined foundations which the newer farmhouse were built onto.

I was one of the courtiers living in the courtyard. The leaders of the settlement sent me and three other people on a mission to find more gasoline. These were people I did not know in real life but, in the dream, they were all close frens. It was two men and one woman. We loaded the last of the settlement's gasoline into a pickup truck and set out on our mission. I remember the tank was only 20% full.

At this point, the dream skipped ahead and we found ourselves in some wilderness that resembled an African savannah and the truck was running on empty. One of the guys sitting in the back pointed towards a big rectangular building, off in the distance up on a hill, that looked like some kind of old factory.

"There. What we need is in there," he said as the truck sputtered to a stop, now out of gas. We were about to exit the truck and continue on foot when, suddenly, one of those bat monsters from the Descent came out of nowhere and started trying to crawl its way into the truck to get at us. It gave up after a little while, at which point the guy who first pointed the building out volunteered to run for it and bring the gasoline out. We trying to talk him out of it, but he insisted it was the only choice we had and that he was the fastest runner of all of us.

So he set out and sprinted towards the building. We could see the bat monster circling in the sky high above him but he didn't notice. We tried to scream out and warn us, but he couldn't hear us. He was halfway there when the bat monster dove down towards him. He noticed it, panicked, and climbed up an acacia tree for some reason. The monster pounced him and started tearing him to pieces.

At this point, we noticed a small shack nearby and decided to run for it and search it while the bat monster was distracted. However, as soon as we opened the truck door, the bat monster came at us and pounced on me. The two surviving frens (the man and the woman) screamed in horror, but both were shrieking like little girls. This caused the monsters head to violently shake all about in agony and it retreated into the sky. At this point, we made note that high pitched noises hurt the monster and we ran towards the little shack.

The dream skipped ahead again to about 48 hours later. The shack had been completely empty and we were not in danger of dying in thirst. During the day, the bat monster would ceaselessly circle the shack, but it seemed to disappear somewhere at night. So, we decided we would wait until sundown and sneak towards the building with the gasoline. A little after the sun went down, we sneaked out of the shack, but we didn't make it far before the bat monster pounced out of nowhere and started tearing the second guy apart. Now just I and the woman were left. We ran back into the shack, but the monster chased us. It clamped down on my arm with its jaw and I could feel it had several rows of razor-sharp shark teeth. Yet, it was doing no damage.

At this point I realized I was only dreaming because, if it were real life, my arm would have been torn to ribbons. So, I took advantage of this moment of lucidity and made my smartphone appear in my hand. I went to the google play store and searched the word "shrieker." I clicked to download the first link that came up. After it installed, I opened it to discover it was some corny empire-building game that didn't make any shrieking noise. So I went back to the google play store, typed "shrieker" again, and this time I read the description of the apps.

I download an app described as "make annoying music" and a keyboard appeared on my scream. But, the bat monster began shaking me around, causing me to drop the phone.

I instructed the woman to pick up the phone and tap the highest-pitched key. She did so.

"beep" "beep" beep" "beep" No effect.

"No," I yelled. "Hold it down!"


The bat monster was thrown backwards out the door by the high-pitched beep and it fell to the ground unconscious. The woman and I grabbed shovels that had just suddenly appeared at our feet and we bashed the bat monster's face in.

The dream skipped ahead again and we were inside that building. We were running down a series of hallways leading to stairwells which led to more hallways. The woman was way ahead of me as my feet were dragging.


Part 2:
My feet were moving slowly as if I was trudging through sludge. Try as I might, I couldn't move any faster. At one point, the woman stopped and looked back with an expression of frustration.

"Sorry," I said. "I always run like this in dreams."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she replied. "But we need to hurry. I'm not sure that thing is dead."

Still lucid, I managed to teleport myself next to her and we arrived at a big metal door, but it was locked. The woman ran over to a locker in the wall, turned a combination, and opened it to pull out a key. She unlocked the door and we walked through to find a ladder leading way up to a hatch. We climbed the ladder and pushed open the hatch and a blinding light washed over us.

Suddenly I was in the kitchen of a fancy restaurant, working as a line cook and I forgot I was in a dream. The head chef came to me with a bunch of eggplant that he had seasoned a grilled and he instructed me to stuff it in a goose and bake it. So I did.

The eggplant-stuffed goose was brought out to a table and several people ate it and really enjoyed it.

Then, some old woman (who I assume was the manager or restaurant owner) started yelling at me that I overcooked the eggplant and deflated it. I tried to explain to her that it wasn't deflated. It was sliced and grilled and it wasn't even me who prepared it. The chef prepared it. But she kept talking over me so I lost my temper and got in her face and started yelling and cursing at her.

"Who," she said. "You don't have to get all belligerent."

"Yes I do," I screamed. "Because you always pull this shid. I told you the eggplant isn't deflated. It's sliced. And it wasn't overcooked it was good. Ask any of the guests. Ask the chef. There's nothing wrong with the fucking eggplant."

And then I woke up.
So, any ideas what this dream means?


Well, I'm a recovering drug addict(17 days sober so yay me), most of my dreams consist of very similar themes, very horror based dreams. e.g Very gory things like cutting open people, eating body parts and what not, also pills(lots of pills).
I'll keep you anons up to date if I see anything new or weird.


Today I dreamed of an advert for a type of door which could always be opened from the outside (if you have a special key I guess). It was an advert targeted at old ladies, and it showed how a grandma got into her apartment while a bunch of teens were partying there and trying to keep her outside. Also the teens were trying to open some locks by throwing them at the floor. The grandma opened the locks very easily
Another interesting detail was the design of the locks. They looked cheap and made of plastic in shapes of a heart, but were kinda solid. To open them, you had a typical key but you had to apply the side of the key on the lock, not insert it. It clicked a lever, but the lock would only open after a test of electric characteristics of the key (otherwise you could just use a coin to press the lever)
Funny, this could actually work I guess, even if it would be a pretty bad design considering it makes the locks battery dependent.
I like my dreams. In a way they are creative and interesting. They're nothing special though, some people have crazy dreams
>there was just watermelon addicts everywhere and then they pulled out there cocks and just started shooting cum at me
Whoa sb you didn't have to share your sexual fantasy with us

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