Author Topic: Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.  (Read 406637 times)

Re: Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.
« Reply #210 on: April 12, 2026, 06:28:54 am »
[Bear]

I was somehow at the palace of the king or sultan or something it looked fancy and this was before electricity. The headmaiden, or whatever you call someone who handles the women of the harem or slaves, was talking about a girl they've been training but she was too small to accommodate her position in the breeding program. So they were going to kill her.

I had the feeling that I was a well respected artisan or smith. Before I left I said, "let me take her."

They looked at me like I didn't know what I was talking about. "I'll take her and register her as my daughter. I can do that."

The headmaiden said, "One choice that will bring a lifetime of commitment."

I didn't care.

They let me have her, she was basically Summer.

I took her to the registrar and someone right before me was registering his daughter, about the same age. They didn't ask questions just, "okay, here's the paperwork or whatever."

So I took her home and she was quiet for days, I fed her and treated her like a daughter.

Weird.

 

Re: Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.
« Reply #211 on: April 12, 2026, 07:04:02 pm »
>when you have erotic dreams even in sleep paralysis
Just Bear things

Re: Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.
« Reply #212 on: April 13, 2026, 10:45:20 am »
My day job office had a slide in it, like an ultra colorful child slide that was huge and complicated. At the same time there was a party going on and we were firing rockets into the sky in a competition.

A gaggle of HR Karens set up a ultra-colorful plastic automated train for children and suddenly there were a dozen children under 5 running around and ruding it. In the corcer of this rather large room was my desk. I was thinking they were trying to take my office.

The latest rocket had a flat wide nosecone, awful aerodynamics, no wonder it didn't go very high.

Now I was riding the slide down the side of the building but it was blocked at the end and a fat guy who looked like Randy Quaid was looking at me like I did something wrong.



I get off and walk with some familiar people and I was going home, it was night by nowso I get a call, it's the Howard Stern show, Howard wants Tucker Carlson's phone number. I ask them to hold on and I do have it, three numbers:

*979
1-800
And a nromal phone number.

I say goodbuy to Howard and that was it.
« Last Edit: April 13, 2026, 11:02:22 am by Joy »

Re: Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.
« Reply #213 on: Yesterday at 04:03:49 pm »
I love those insane dreams.
Host had a cool dream but we forgot.

Re: Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.
« Reply #214 on: Today at 03:35:38 pm »
More D&D nonsense, this time in tabletop game form.:

I was watching the vlog of a grey-mouse girl that lived in an attic apartment with cats. I have never watched a vlog or any influencers in my entire life. Unfortunately I forgot what was going on a the beginning, but she was playing D&D with figurines on a table. There was a close-up of the figurines next to a D6 dice. They were the same size as dice and only consisted of equally cubic heads. The enemies were WH40k - like tin figurines of goblins. All on a white table cloth without further accessories.
The dream warped and now I was sitting in a posh Victorian-era version of my living room. Much larger, dark furniture, lots of house plants like man-sized palm trees. Not too far off from the real deal actually. I was sitting at the same table, but wasn't a player. On the table was a glass vase with 2 plants inside. A Ricinus and a branch of Ficus lyrata.





The grey mouse influencer girl narrates from the off, now oddly in German while everything was English before. And now, things go South...
"The adventurers are facing a giant dick with 1 billion HP"
This is literally what she said. This evil is represented by the Ricinus plant. They must make it onto the Ficus which represents the forces of Good. There is only one player sitting next to me. A young man in his 20s who vaguely looks like one or several random dudes I would see at university while studying. Has a beard, looks leftist. The DM is sitting a bit offside on the stairs leading to the upper floor. Yep, it's my living room. The player points at the Ricinus and asks the DM if he can sniff it. The DM is ok with it. The player rips off one large Ricinus leaf and starts chewing on it. It must taste awful, at least that's what his face says. He keeps talking nonsense and begins tripping hard. I watch with slight amusement how he almost has to puke and ask him if he knows that this is Ricinus and that even the leaves are quite poisonous and severely allergenic. Player says yeah, he knows. I laugh and look at the DM, saying all is going according to his script (Alice's obsession is haunting me even in dreams). Nervous laughter from the DM who now considers whether he should call an ambulance.

That's when I woke up. Very realistic and entertaining, the room was great. But the giant dick with 1 billion HP would not have been necessary...