You guys got any peculiar dreams lately?


I had a weird one. It started with me sitting at a restaurant (I think it was an old tram or train at first, but it slowly shifted into a beachside restaurant, location changes happen often in my dreams. What's important is that there were rows of seats and lots of people sitting and talking with each other). I was smoking, but for some reason I could inhale smoke for way longer than irl, so I kept inhaling out of curiosity. And then I exhaled it all in a big cloud of smoke. This cloud "hit" a blonde girl in front of me. She got really pissy about it and her friend started recording me with her phone, threatening that she will call the cops. I got spooked by that and so I tried to take away her phone, but couldn't because of the sluggish movements you usually get in dreams. Instead I took out a knife out of nowhere (kinda similar to pic rel, except longer) and stabbed the girl multiple times to death. Afterwards I started killing everyone else in the train/restaurant, like 10 people at least. Some kids, a young girl and an even younger boy, managed to escape me, and so I pursued. I run outside, and only then realised I was near a beach and that the place I left was a restaurant. I spotted the kids as they went somwhere else. I run after them for some time, managing to put my foot or arm just in time to stop the doors they went into from closing (I had a feeling that these doors would be locked automatically if they closed). At some point I thought I almost got them locked with me in some room, but they suddenly disappeared after I looked away from them for a second, and the dream shifted to 3rd person perspective and became a True Crime Documentary. Some guy with deep voice started describing the murders I commited, and how I was outsmarted by two kids into locking myself in a boiler room

I also had another, shorter dream. In it I got mugged while entering my house, by some homeless looking guy. Instead of a knife he held a... potato peeler to my throat I cried out for help and some of my old colleagues, whom I haven't seen in years irl, arrived. Only to take the side of the mugger and accuse me of being at fault in this situation. Some fucking friends