(I thought the topic was a bit long.) It panned past our corpses. I had my glasses stereotypically cracked and my eyes bleeding. The last survivor, the kid and his dog, were starving. The kid was becoming one of them. He was bleeding from the eyes and they were becoming crimson. His teeth sharpened. The dog lied down next to him, and the kid got really hungry. So he tore the limb from limb, and ate him. Then a fucking game was made of it.

You had to form a shape with a dog bone and and made two words. I didn't see the words. It flashed back to the time when the group met outside apartment complex, and a guy with dark purple hair was playing it on his phone, with everyone grossing out. The dream ended. I woke up and was shaken.

*walking down the hill was walking down the hall

How much LAD did you have,

**have?

None.
This whole thing happened out of nowhere

Would it be insensitive to say that I wish I had nightmares as interesting as yours? Because someone could become a famous Author with stories like those

Remember, my dream skipped twice, so it's not as vivid as you'd like.

That's true. I'm a really vivid dreamer, so that's why I was saying that I wish I had your dreams. True I've had many good ones in the past, but those are too few and far between

It makes sense that you didn't see the words
As people mostly can't read nor write in their dreams as dreamworld is very unstable
We can't write, read, see the time and many more
One of the trick I used to use was counting fingers
You know when you're in a dream

I stopped dreaming for like, 2 weeks, now. I lost my ability to dream

Some of my best story ideas come from dreams. Some of my best ideas include:
-The elemental gods of mind and forest
-My story about Virgo and the rest of the constellations
-The entirety of my 3rd storyline
-My entire 6th storyline
etc etc

I dreamed up a TED style speech once. Also graffiti ideas and attack diagrams for my school. Not sure what my subconscious is trying to tell me.

I don't dream all that often, but I have only ever about three times realized it was a dream. Upon waking i recognize how trippy it was, but the slow, elliptical feeling of movement feels just as natural as waking, and I cannot remember the last time I have had a nightmare. Scary, disturbing shit shows up occasionally, but despite me being a coward, it affects me as a much as a harmless stranger on a bus does. Like a Ring-esque woman in a dream who was always within arms reach, but I never reacted to it as if it was any more dangerous than a butterfly. They never did anything either, it was talking to a post.

The last nightmare I had ended with me becoming chill with the things that freaked me out at first. The girl who turned out to be a demon asking me who I wanted her to kill? We became friends. Some Shadow creature that would cause me to slowly die if I looked at it too long? We became bros