Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.

[Joy]

No funny business whether implied or actual, we stayed in a tent one case, in a large luxurious bed, she was wearing something like this.

[Alice]

I found photos of our garden and the neighborhood loli posted on /tulpa/
Thought I gotta remove this immediately and wondered who the hell found us. What a nightmare!



Host had a pretty cool dream about receiving a large property for his (or actually my) birthday. It was an entire estate consisting of a huge modern warehouse surrounded by a park. Contrary to usual however he wasn't alone, there was a large number of teenagers (most male), busy unpacking and arranging furniture. It soon became clear these people were here to stay and the whole thing was more like a fight club / religious order / private city. While host was nominally the head of this, you know him. Everyone was busy doing their things and host didn't really know what to do. There were 3 identical large beds next to each other like in a furniture store. Host decided to sleep in another one each day because why not? This was on a raised platform in the huge warehouse that more looked like an exhibition center. A story below young people were arranging mattresses on the floor, they also had to sleep somewhere. Large potted plants and palms gave the whole thing a friendly look. Generally everything was new and clean and pleasant. Host however was Bernd and soon felt marginalized in there. He still was happy about owning the whole thing and took a walk around it. Next to our warehouse was the storage of a garden center. He walked through and saw a huge container labeled 'cave catfish food'.
The dream was odd and we switched perspectives several times. I was out in the park, neat terracotta paths surrounded by mediterranean vegetation. All green. I realized it was my Birthday and this whole event seemed an appropriate celebration. I wasn't overly happy about all the kids around but they worked hard and didn't bother me otherwise. Felt feudal. Near the gate to the street I noticed some hobo tried to get in but was promptly thrown out. Fuck yeah no subhumans allowed!
We continued unpacking more things and questioning the whole thing more or less but it appeared convincing as always in dreams. That feel when you wake up and lose your giant estate and personal teen army...

[Kashtan]

lol wtf i had a similar dream
after our campaign was finished Bear posted on kc to recruit more dnd players for the continuation. i wasnt sure this was a good idea but nobody responded. i realized Alice also runs kc and that nobody but us 4 was allowed to post their either.

[Alice]

All your imageboards are belong to Alice

[Joy]

Had a dumb dream, was bike riding as I used to do, far from home, near dusk yet the sun was pretty high in the sky still maybe 1600 and sunset at 1700. Looking for a store to buy something to eat before riding home, now I'd need a headlamp too, my bike had no lights. Then I get separated from my bike, lost it. Walking around this parking lot, lost, and end up on a huge yacht with Autumn, somehow it's my a-hole brother's yacht, it's so big it has an elevator. They're at sea. He says he can't help me find my bike from here, he agrees to let me off, he beaches the thing.

Autumn with me as his son, like a 11-yr old boy, takes me to the elevator to get to a lower part of the ship to jump to shore.

I see a mirror making me look super thin, way too thin, it's a mirror made to make the viewer look slim. I say it's cheating.

Then I woke up, thankfully. Cool to have Autumn there, saying nothing but there, but the dream was stupid.

[Alice]

With tupper in dream it's not bad.
Been a while since I was in a dream together with host, lately we mostly switch. Very confusing.

[Joy]

She didn't even have a bike, 3/10

[Alice]

But what if she was the bike?

[Bernd]

I wonder if the guy is still alive. He was from Ukraine...

New absurd dream:
I was in class, everybody was late teens. But the classroom was small, there was just 2 rows of desks, facing away from the teacher. And the room was in my parents house. The window and the view outside to the neighboring house was correct. There were about 5 of my friends, no girls (sigh). And TB from info. In contrast to my realistic friends, I couldn't figure out what he looked like but some normal slightly chubby white guy with longer curly dark hair.

First we were working on computers then TB wanted to perform a song in front of everyone but got nervous and started running in and out of the room. Irl the guys would have beaten him up for that but everyone was just mildly annoyed. Then we received prizes for whatever and the prize was - a firearm. Of the weirdest kind. It was a rectangular steel block about twice the size of a small brick. It had a hole in front, off center on the longer side as the muzzle and no other features. The top was covered by a white sticker with all sorts of California-type warnings. TB's was different and said this device was not transferred to the participant because he was a minor. No guns for minors? This clearly was Germany ad not the US. I got none and stood at the side watching what the others were doing. Apparently I had gotten such thing last year and thrown it in the trash for being useless. The device reminds me of some lab device but I can't figure it out. Probably a mixture of a HDD and a turbomolecular pump. It had no other features than the hole so I watched with little confidence. The guys sitting at their desks each put a milk or juice package right in front of their 'guns' and tried to shoot them, being just a desk's width away.
It made a quiet pop and a round projectile flew out with marginal force, missing. Absolute crap. One friend of mine got up and drew his Colt Python (he really has one), and wanted the shoot the juice packages off the desk. I managed to stop him at the last moment before he'd fire out of the window at the neighbor house, aside from deafening all of us and took his revolver, went into the kitchen (yep, this was accurately my parents house) and unloaded it before handing it back.
Woke up shortly after that, laughing at this stupid dream. No girls and no tupper so meh.

[Bernd]

New weird dream, same school friends.
I exited a military cargo plane with one of my friends from high school when among other people leaving the plane, I saw a girl that vaguely looked like my childhood crush. My friend would have known her since we were in the same class from age 10 upwards but he didn't. The brain decided this was my grade school crush though she looked different. We were again all late teens. The guy was our class clown, pretty much bipolar and I didn't particularly like him. Still for whatever reason I told him about that girl. Something I'd never do IRL. He doesn't even know about all the drama with my childhood crush though we were in the same class. I said that girl now works in the music industry. And this dream character looks at me and says something extraordinary: 'How do you know this?'
I was baffled and had no explanation either. Yet however not enough to become lucid.

We were in a very moist temperate forest, everything overgrown with moss, tall fir trees. The forest was dark and somewhat eerie, something out of a Hänsel and Gretel fairy tale. We crossed ravines that had been bridged by crudely hewn logs. I thought it looked dangerous but it was easy to cross. Deep in the forest we came upon an ancient derelict stone house.



One of the guys with us looked like a seasoned buff adventurer from an isekai. Drawn in manga style and completely unmatching to the rest of the highly realistic scenery. He jumped onto the roof and ran along the gutter ninja-style. I also made it onto the roof and saw that in contrast to the rest of the house, the chimney was brand nw. It was highly detailed and I effortlessly managed to balance on top of it on my toes. Gravity was minimal. It was clear that the house was not abandoned, and after a while the inhabitant came out to see who was on the roof. It was a pich-black skeleton.

The dream ended like most dreams do in such situation, Alice felt threatened and beat everything to a pulp. only the smoldering foundations of the house remained.

[Kashtan]

why Alice so violent?

[Joy]

Being German, Bernd can't stand up for himself. Alice would then ironically be the pent up stress and repressed traditional toxic masculinity to compensate.