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« Last post by Bernd on December 09, 2025, 03:05:27 pm »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.
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.
