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7 Aug 2025

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Animal
Boyfriend

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I had this vivid dream with a lot of people on my circle and all of them had animals of different kinds. I remember specifically my boyfriend having an iguana.

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6 Aug 2025

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Feet
Food
Love
Pregnant

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My first stepmom and I were at the store. We were at the store for awhile. After some time we were headed back to the car. I asked her if I could play with her feet as soon as we got back from the store. When we got back we sat down, she told me her feet were bothering her. She took her shoes off, put her bare feet on me and I rubbed them for a long time. As I mentioned before playing with her feet was so much fun especially when she was pregnant with my sister Samantha. If my first stepmom was still alive I would see if she would like to go out to eat. If she were to accept as soon as we were to sit down I would immediately reach under the table and gently take one of her shoes off and put that shoe next to me. I’m sure she would’ve been relaxed and her beautiful foot would slide out of her shoe. If that happened I know she would definitely have put her foot on me. While I were to play with her foot we would be talking about anything and everything. RIP mom. I love and miss you. Aside from letting me rub and play with your feet you were awesome and more of a mom to me than my biological mom ever was. I’ll never forget you and the times of rubbing your feet

6 Aug 2025

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Fear
Birthday
Darkness
Job
Child
Basement

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I was a waiter for catering, unsure if I was paid or volunteer? I wasn't very good at it, no matter how hard I tried. Food kept slipping off the plates or I would stack too many bowls on top of each other and they would fall. But none of the issues were my fault, it was like someone literally pushed down the bowls or flung up the plate, like a cartoonish feeling. All the others saw, though, was me messing up. They didn't want any excuses or "mouthing off", they just wanted it done correctly. We were serving someone very wealthy and they wanted everything perfect and professional and elegant. While I wasn't any of those things, I still kept pursuing as I felt the need to be the one with a nice attitude, as no one else was. The other catering staff were so passive aggressive and rude to others, including who they were working for, and I thought I could try to 'save' them. It was obvious though that this company wasn't for me, and I was confident that after this job, that I was done. But for the mean time, it was a little girl's birthday party and they were Hispanic so there was a whole fiesta! Birthday cake, tacos with all fixings, enchiladas, etc. I kept my happy face on, even though at one point I was being yelled at my Gordon Ramsay saying if I mess up one more time, then I'm out. So... I grabbed the pico de gallo for the catering area and somehow it slipped and fell out of my hands by some ungodly reason. I was about to cry, but I knew I couldn't just sit there, I had to tell someone what happened, and it definitely wasn't going to be chef Ramsay. I went up to the little girl and her mother and told them what happened, and I apologized profusely. I expected a harsh reaction from the mom but the child just smiled and say "oh it's ok, you're human, mistakes happen. Thank you for catering to our party!" I thought it was so cute for her to say "our" party instead of "my" party, but that's exactly what I needed to keep my spirits high. Instead of bursting into tears, I was adamant that I would do whatever it takes to get the pico de gallo replaced. They giggled and I ran off to look for a replacement. I ran down into the basement, and it went from a dark wood basement to what looked like a HUGE tall underground workshop? Bunker? Utility shop? It had those plain metal stairs with the gaps between which led down to what looked like an evil lair of some kind with machines on the sides of doorways barred off by minimal protection. Standing by an ominous door looked to be like a super villain with insane hair and a questionable gaze, like they were expecting me. For some reason, I mostly trusted this character, felt a bit unsure of their actions, but felt safe enough that if we were to get into any sort of tussle, that I could defend myself. The character turns to me and says "there's some down here, I'll just need to let you in and out". He puts the pin in and two thick metal doors open from what just looked like a wall beforehand. Each door looked about 5 inches thick, and was definitely soundproof with no windows. At the other side, was immediately a wide staircase, like a large college or library staircase, going even farther down to what looked like an old school setting. Tile floors and rooms that had desks. But more noticable, was the figure that lay motionless at the very bottom of the stairs. It looked like a large, life sized, crude stick figure made from tar stuck to the tile flooring. When I stepped over it, it was still hot and sizzling. That made me question almost everything, but I kept cautiously walking to where I was following the evil guy. It seemed like an office kitchen area, and the guy was pouring himself a coffee cup and had an evil smirk on his face. I heard what sounded like the door closing, and I was right. I whipped back around the corner to see the large doors closing on their own. I slipped on the tar substance, and it sizzled and burned my arm. I screamed and tried to get it off using my other hand, but all that did was fuse to my flesh and burn both my hand and my arm. But I couldn't think about it, since I had to race to get through the door before it shut. I made it barely through. I heard the guy running after me saying "you fool, the doors close automatically after 2 minutes". Once through the doors, barely, I had enough time to push the mysterious guy down the stairs and into the tar. I heard screams, but that was it once the doors closed, it was silence. I woke up into real life after this, but went back to sleep to have the dream continuing. The tar figure was once a handsome middle eastern man, but the tar consumed him. He can control whether he's tar or human, but being human wastes his energy and after a while he becomes tar again. In human form, he can touch things and people without burning them, but once in tar form, he can't without burning them or sticking to things unintentionally. He was stuck down there for a long time, and forgot what it was like to be in the sun and around people. I wanted to show him, but for some reason, everyone was gone now. I was patient with him, though it felt like I couldn't really connect because he would put himself down a lot and didn't have the social skills at all.

6 Aug 2025

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Ex
Stabbed
Death
Girlfriend
Police
Friend

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I was on an island, in a house with my ex and his friend. The island was one of three, barely habitable and only one or two houses per island. This specific one only had our house. The land around these island were lavishly beautiful with rainbows and bright sun and glittery waters, with greek-style housing very close together. I personally didn't like that lifestyle, so I chose to stay at that house on the island with forests and dirt roads and rain, wild animals and few people. I was at the house, in the style of an old cabin, having a fun time with my ex, his friend, and his current girlfriend. I still had a pit in my stomach about what my ex had done to me and her, and it was growing rapidly, but I kept the conversation up to ease the thoughts. We were drinking beer (not my thing but in the dream I liked it) and having a laugh around a TV. Suddenly, the thoughts were too loud, and I stabbed my ex right in the chest. He slumped over dead right away. The other girl didn't look mortified at all, like she was experiencing the same thing, and suddenly stabbed the friend (which we were not on good terms with either). We maniacally laughed and danced around until we were pooped. I then took my truck and said I'll make a run to the store to grab more liquor (somehow trucks were able to make it to mainland without sinking, but my dream didn't show that part. I only saw me being on the island in the truck then I popped in at the liquor store). While at the store, on the TV, I saw SWAT footage of the police raiding the house with the girl still in there. I was thinking of calling her and telling her about the secret tunnel under the house. The tunnel led to deep underground mines at one point but at the main 'entrance' to it, had memories such as old paintings and statues, collectibles and jewelry, old record players, and very expensive vintage items. But as soon as I took out my phone to call her, SWAT busted down the front door. I couldn't see where she was or what was happening, as we were seeing helicopter footage, but by the audio, there was a tussle, then she got out on foot. She made it longer than I thought she would. She almost made it to the shed, which also had access to the tunnel, but that's when she got shot by the SWAT. At the end, the government said "that's too much to clean up" and instead of recovering the bodies and cleaning up the area, they just flooded the whole island and let it sink. Apparently the area was owned by the Chinese government, and their efforts aren't as "nice" as the US government (according to my dream). I saw my entire life just poof into nothingness, and at that point, I knew I couldn't live on the islands anymore, as it would haunt me if I did. So instead, I made living on the mainland. I hated it, and I hated the way the government just covered everything up and people kept calling me a conspiracy theorist for what ACTUALLY happened. I wondered how many others saw that TV that night, as if it was just only me. But still, my dream kept me living in the dusty white Greek housing for a while. Every once in a while I'd hear someone talk about it, I'd try to butt in with the truth, and they'd just politely laugh and walk away. I kept thinking of if the ghosts of the people who died that night were watching and haunting me, or if it was all in my head. I kept praying to an unknown diety hoping they'd moved on, but these thought kept me paranoid for a long while.

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