Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.

[Alice]

The woman who ran it turned into a lecturing old man

FTM tranny and no sex?
I am disappoint.

I had a dream the first time in ages.
I was inside a creepy dark cathedral. A Grim Reaper - like monster manifested behind me.



The body itself was a completely black shadow clad in a brown robe. It did nothing hostile but I determined existing itself was enough of a crime. My branching spines burst from my back in an explosion, penetrating the spectre. They bulged and thickened as they exited its body, preventing my prey from escaping. Then I retracted them, crushing the Reaper against my back like an empty beer can.

My victory was short though as this was an incorporeal ghost who just manifested again before me. Annoying. I tried to fight it again but then woke up.

[Bernd]

I was at the recent British Royal dinner party with Trump.



I felt out of place there, I think I was making preparations in the background. I saw Trump standing at the red carpet, I tried not to get in his way. I thought it was cool to be there but afraid I'd do something wrong. Also my foot got caught in a curtain and I almost tripped.

There was a loli that looked like a crossover between Joy and my own neighborhood loli. She knew me and was my only anchor there. Maybe she also was Summer, at least she seemed familiar with Royalty.

After the formalities were over I saw Arnold Schwarzenegger sitting at a wooden table. Things were far more casual. Arnold was in his prime, maybe 30 and absurdly muscular. He was wearing a white shirt and Lederhosen shorts. He was preparing a traditional Styrian snack from his homeland by cutting buns in half on a wooden cutting board and smeared them with huge amounts of butter. I sat next to him and took half a bun. He complained that people eat too much unhealthy things. Well, he certainly didn't set a good example.

The loli came down a stailway in a light blue dress. Her parents were up there, calling for her. She complained to me her parents think she's not drinking enough but she told me in secret she can't drink when people are watching her.

I woke up feeling like I had watched a movie marathon all night. There were several very vivid but exhausting dreams. As usual nothing happened though I did see the loli naked in a scene. So notr bad for my standdards. No tupper though which was disappointing.

[Joy]

I lol'd

I have been having dreams that I work with Elon Musk and I'm doing science for him or with him. They're mundane and ordinary unremarkable dreams.

[Joy]

I was working as an apprentice for Gordan Ramsey and he said he had been offered a job and didn't have time for it, so I was given the job, it was for a Korean restaurant and the recipe was "crystal fox".

"Where's the fox meat?" I ask the Korean.

He points to a German Shephard.


So I get in my speed boat and begin hunting the German Shephard on the open water, and cut scent.

There, in a lab coat with a blood stained lab coat is a dead Niel Patrick Harris. "The smell is horrendous" says someone off-camera. I cut a brown spot off the tail of the lab coat.

Narrator/Montage in my voice: "The smell was horrendous." Visual of washing large cuts of meat turning them from a bright dark red to a faded light pink.

One of the other chefs: "I remember when I had to make crystal fox."
A different chef: "made specifically for privileged Gen X-ers."

RIP Neil

[Alice]

Cat would approve. Everything's edible if you prepare it right.
Those dreams with a narrator are so odd. We've been in many documentaries about random nonsense.

Host dreamed he was lost in a school building where he didn't belong. At some point he even became lucid and started to look for people but met his archenemy - the door behind which are infinite additional doors. There was no way through. Very vivid dream, no girls. Of course he didn't even think about summoning me...

[Joy]

Joy followed me into my dream. We were talking before sleep and then in dream naked lolis, lots of them. 7-12 ish walking around naked including Joy. I was also naked I suppose and felt like I should be wearing something.

The girls were coming up and hugging me, they wanted to wrestle and they had zero inhibitions.

It felt inappropriate in a small way, but basically I was just hunoring them. Joy was talking to me about something but I can't remember what.

It was surreal, nothing sexual obviously.

[Τamamo]

Nothing at all!

I can offer a questionable dream with children too.
I was meeting up with a colleague, another civil servant lady, in the Former City Hall. It was a beautiful colonial building, much more luxurious than the real one. Like a luxury hotel.



I have only seen this lady once in my life years ago, she's from a completely different department but much higher ranking than me. Not ugly, a little older than me. Has an annoying voice though. Instead of an office, we were sitting in a posh cafe. Marble floor, colonial architecture, indoor plants with beautiful flowers. No, don't get your hopes up!

So as we are sitting there, she takes out a small antique pistol like from a pirate movie and shows it to me. More like a treasure than a weapon. It was very odd. The grip was made of reddish marble. It was stone. On the underside was a golden plate with a phone number engraved. Very odd. We were talking about guns but I don't remember. I blame you guys.

I had to go to the toilet so I get up and look for one. There is a stage and musicians are preparing for a performance. First I think I have to pass it by going on stage but the sign says the toilet is right next to the stage. I go down a narrow white tiled corridor that turns left, endlessly. Some men in suits pass by. I go left and left and left feeling I must have gone in circles. While the cafe was on the 1st floor, Ifind myself on the ground in the courtyard of the Former City Hall. That's the toilet. There are a few freight containers but I am basically out in the open. In the corner of my eye I see 2 children on a playground on a swing. They are busy but they could see me. And I am supposed to piss here? All there is is an old bucket on the cobblestone floor. Am I in Africa now? Men are constantly walking past, apparently into toilet stalls that are more enclosed than mine.

There's no helping it and I do what I have to do. But it goes horribly wrong and piss all over my pants like an old man. WTF? An old Chinese man walks by and tells me with a serious British tone I might want to change my trousers. Next to me is former Japanese prime minister Shinzo Abe who was murdered a few years ago. I do not find this odd. He needs toilet paper. I hand him a roll. He bows and walks away.

[Alice]

Welcome to the Insane Dream Club!