This is my first thread.
Simply put: post about your dreams.
I was looking for something like this, I found that the other thread has been locked due to inactivity.
I’ll go first: I have weird dreams, varying in irrationality. Each of them I can remember rather clearly, and on many occasions relating to other dreams I have.
Some re-occurring stuff:
One of the most bazar re-occurrence that happens in my dreams is that the Italian dictator, Benito Mussolini, is a student at my school and lives across the road from me. He also owns a spaghetti shop.
In my lastest dream, one of the pipes in Mussolini’s house broke. I had to find a plumber to fix this issue, as the water began flooding my house, but when I flew to the next town, it was controlled by Egypt: it was surrounded by a forcefield, i had to get one of my friends to help brake into it.
A alien race of bird like peoples called the Rikeuninerd exits. (They are from a world building project of mine)
One of their factions is fascist Ssca. In one dream the Ssca invaded earth. They also try to infiltrate the government, by stealing peoples identities.
-Many counties got turned fascist because the Ssca messed with time.
Iv had a series of dreams wich involved fixing this.
-There’s a terrorists group who seek uranium. They are related to the Ssca.
-There’s a counter terrorist group called “The congregation” run my “Mark”, a Rikeuninerd from faction “Screea”. He’s really name is Scroo. He alongside my other OCs exist in my dreams.
Iv had a series of dreams involving chasing terrorists, including following them threw time.
There was WW3. Melbourne was nuked by China. Melbourne got rebuilt, becoming obsessed with rainbows and fishing. Melbourne also has a massive naval base, and a bridge to Tasmania.
Iv had many dreams about war.
When I go on school excursions, the weirdest things always happen.
I have rocket boots, am invincible, and can turn into an eagle. I wear a black trench coat and white shirt most days.
Summer is a drought, in winter it snows and floods.
There is a diction town called “Quatanana”. They have a lake that houses a mossasurus, and host the yearly Quatanana race.
The rural city Ballarat is not a city, but a massive military base.
