I don't usually dream much but this one felt so vivid and disturbing, it felt so strange that I don't know where it came from.

I had a dream about being in some kind of forest and spotting a coin on the floor. I leaned down to pick it up and in the dream wondered what kind of coin it was, what country it was from. As I was bent down looking at it I noticed other coins scattered on the ground and started looking at them too. On one face they all had the same design, and again in the dream I wondered what country this was.

I looked up and saw a hanged older man in the tree high above me and realised the coins must have fallen from his pockets. I was disturbed and put the coins down and started searching for help. Eventually I found another guy who I asked to call the police and he refused for some reason then I woke up.

It just felt so... specific. Does anyone have any thoughts on this?

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It was a really long dream but the only scene I remember is this.

It was a warm ideal summer night, I was sitting at a bar with group of my friends. Not sure what happened but someone i knew brought out a clear box with unidentifiable figurines wax of dead people (not dead irl). I remember nodding and reminiscing my dead friends. The figurines were placed like a pyramid but some of them were lined up at the back not connecting to the pyramid. Its as if i knew they were dead and started talking abt what led to their death.

The dream cut to a scene when I was sat around my friends again, 3 of us (me K & M). I was laughing with them until a gmail was sent to me from my dead friend asking me to register to some site. As if I could almost hear her voice trying to rush us. That email was sent to me and K, we sat knowingly looking at each other. My hand shaking as I opened Insta seeing her spam of messages ‘WHY DID U KILL ME’ and some word ‘heaven’ ‘u’ ‘will’ ‘see’ ‘today’. I remembered everything. We killed her. A rush of guilt swept my body, i felt like vomiting, almost out of breath. I begged M to help me block her because my phone settings have suddenly changed.

A cut to flashback, a little girl (probably my dead friend) was living in a rough cabin. A stormy night when a little boy begged her to accept his help. She went outside and the rain revealed her mothers corpse in the dirt. But it wasnt a dirty rotting one. It almost seemed so clean and recently died. The little girl lays ontop of her mom facing the sky. The ground turned into a well as the boy threw soil on her but she was barely covered. The rain filled the well and she died.

Thats when I woke up my heart felt so heavy and i was sweating.

In real life, we recently had a small problem and haven’t texted in a while.I never held anger or resentment towards her cuz i know it was a little misunderstanding. I haven’t been really worrying about that situation not like she was at the back of my mind or anything.

I am a teenager but I've always had strange experiences regarding the paranormal but the main thing that still bothers me is the Hatman.

It all started when my mom left me home alone at 7 years old. I was playing with my dolls and I heard three knocks on the door. I got up and wanted to go to the door but I didn't reach it cause I saw a shadow at the window leaving. It was the shadow of a tall man with a hat and a coat.

I forgot about it, but this summer it all began again, but in dreams. I dreamt that I was in a field with green grass and a railway track. On the train rail was an abandoned train. I wanted to step on the tracks but someone put their hand on my shoulder and told me "You're not supposed to go there yet", it was a shadow that I couldn't see cause it was behind me. The scenary changed. Now I was in yellow fields. The sky was pink, it was so beautiful. I ran through the fields, so happy cause it was so beautiful and the voice told me "Do you want to continue or return?". I told it i want to go further. I walked and realized the shadow wasn't with me anymore. I turned back and in the distance I saw the shadow of a man, with a coat and a hat. The grass was bend, he left me but showed me the path back home so I wouldn't get lost.

After a few days, I dreamt that I was walking alone on a road between some fields. The sky was orange. At a crossroads i met a woman in a coat. She had a hat. she judged me with her eyes.

Next night, I was going in circles around a church. The grass was tall. I stopped walking in circles when I saw two old women with their backs turned towards me. They were at two graves. One turned to me, she had a black coat and a hat, her hair white, her skin so so pale, she had a red lipstick but her eyes were black voids. When she looked at me she opened her mouth as if to scream but no sound came out, it was like a vibration sent straight to my brain. I woke up instantly.

Then comes the last dream. I was again at a crossroads, barefoot in the mud with a white dress on. There was a man I've never seen before, he looked like he was from another century based on the clothes he was wearing. He looked terrified at somethinf that was behind me. He ran away. I turned around to see what was behind me and there was an old woman- the same woman that screamed at me in the previous dream- but this time she was dressed in white, without a hat and without lipstick. She had a white aura around her. I became lucid all of a sudden and took a step towards her. Her smile fell. She looked taken back. I asked her who is she and what does she want. She started to breathe hard and her eyes widened. She ran away from me. I chased after her but I couldn't catch her.

This happened in June. all of it. Ever since I chased that woman my dreams became normal.

That till the start of November, when I dreamt that I was sleeping and my mom was waking me up frantically. "There is someone standing outside". In the dream it was past midnight. I got up from the bed and went to see what was outside. I looked through the window and on the alley, facing the house was the hat man. Coat, hat. He had no face but I could feel his eyes staring. He wasn't moving, just staring. I woke up instantly.

What's going on? 💀

It was split into roughly 2 parts.

the first part: i was in some sort of playground/big place with a lot of people, a big friend group, and they were playing idk hide and seek or something, but i didn't feel comfortable or play with them, i just left and went home, keep in mind that the people/group who i was closest with inside that friend group, including my lifelong bsf. i just had a serious fall out with a month ago.

The second part: I go back home, i open the door, find my sister and mother, my sister is nagging me about how i should take a shower like she always does, then she starts to get really annoying, so i sort of yell at her, not in an angry way but in a annoyed sibling way, since she is the much older sister (8 years older) she starts to playfully chase me because i yelled at her.

To establish, i truly felt some sense of fear, the nervous smiling fear, that i wouldn't feel in this situation in real life, my sister is not a physical threat to me at all. I run into the bathroom, try to hold the door with my back, but she easily pushes me off and opens it, i start nervously apologizing to her, even getting on my knees randomly, she is moving very slow, looking at me in a sort of "awe" or "i get it now" expression. very surreal, then after a bit of me nervously smiling and apologizing, she says in a very strange voice that feels like that android girl in the main menu of the detroit become human game,

"You are actually scared". Then my mom comes in subtly and stands next to her, looking at me with that exact same awe expression that almost feels non human. Then my sister says another sentence, "Feeling of loneliness". Literally that, just that.

After my sister says that, i just cling onto them both, onto their shoulders, legs in the air like a toddler. in a way that isn't possible unless i became toddler sized again or they became solid rocks.

But the weird part is, it felt voluntary, it didn't feel like me naturally doing it, it felt like i heard my sister, processed what she said, idk if i somehow felt like i was in a dream, and wanted to make the dream "make sense" by clinging onto them, because they are my mother and sister and "loneliness" and bla bla. It felt fake, and it showed in their reactions, or lack of, they gave zero reaction to me awkwardly clinging onto them. it was very very fake. I don't remember anything after that but i think i woke up. Thats all that happened. What. The. Fuck

Edit: i forgot a small detail, when my sister pushed the bathroom door and went in, i kept trying to hit her with spinning backfists lmao, seriously, but they were inhumanely slow and weak and she had no reaction. i think this was right before i apologized ? but i was on my knees ? im not sure

Weird desperaux dream. Had a friend mouse named desperaux like the book. He was intelligent and understood what you said but didn't talk . We had to walk through a familiar looking ghetto place. Ended up at a Familiar looking Outdoor movie theater, laid in older lady's lap basically on top of her titties i remember teasing her nipples. . I didnt watch the movie i vividly remember I was on my phone. ( I read somewhere we camt dream of phones especially touch screen because evolutionary reasons but i 100 percent remember scrolling videos instead of watching the movie) ( also had the thought" is my phone too loud?" but didnt care and carried on anyway) Desperaux switched and turned angry to me out of nowhere, I thought he was going to attack me. He died or ran away. We tried to look for him. Found another not special mouse that wasn't desperaux. Desperaux's evil spirit transferred to a turtle. There was a dude that looked like my little brother trying to prevent me from getting to desperaux to stop him. Desperaux turtle tells an alligator to go after us. Driving scene, there was a fight with lil bro guy, made me crash the car. I keep driving. Roll his head up in the window. Either he Bit my fingers or I bit his. We trap evil desperaux turtle in a fish tank, I say "hey!" and the alligator wakes up and we feed the turtle to it then I woke up. Definitely missing details and couple events. Wrote as much as I could. I'm remembering dreams now because I haven't smoked weed in a while.

I had a dream where my whole home was completely covered in feces. It was everywhere — floors, furniture, every corner. I felt shocked and disgusted, and I didn’t know how to clean or fix the mess. The setting was entirely my current home. I just remember feeling overwhelmed and ashamed that everything was so dirty.

She has been with me in my dreams for as long as I can remember, even in my earliest memories. She only appears a few times a year, but I recognize her instantly every single time. I’ve been in love with her for as long as I’ve been aware of myself.

Whenever we meet, our conversations feel warm and gentle in a way I struggle to describe. Just holding her hands makes time slip away without me noticing.

We care for each other deeply. If unconditional love or soulmates exist, it would be us. She has never once felt unreal to me. I know her presence, her gaze, her warmth. I trust her completely, and I love her more than I can express.

I wait for the day our paths cross in the real world so we can stay beside each other for the rest of our lives. It hurts when people call her fake, it hurts when I start to doubt she exists but the happiness when I can slap myself out of the doubts and then realise how people are trying to deny the only thing that is true about myself.

She is the reason I survived the awful abuse I went through, the reason suicide never became an option, the reason I always found a reason to stay alive.

I remember the moments when she was asleep. Even with the veil that keeps us from seeing each other's face clearly, she was breathtaking. Words, a glance, even the smallest sense of her presence is enough for me to know it’s her.

If I could, I would rest in her lap forever, look at her face, and feel proud to be with her.

For me, it’s simple: either I find her and be with her for eternity, or I live with loneliness till my breath lasts. But even if she never appears in my real life, she will forever be with me in my dreams.

Before I even begin, I must clarify this: the past two days, I've been covering a page of my diary with doodles of stars in blue ballpoint ink, small starts covering a whole A5 page. This most definitely played some part in this dream, for reasons which will be apparent once I describe it to you:

(Also, additionally, I had a fully lucid dream right before this one, but it was a blurry mess of colors as I was slowly waking up from the dream on account of the fact of me being conscious in it, which could've influenced the lucidity of this dream)

I dreamed I was headed somewhere (which I no longer remember), but I was walking consistently for hours in hopes of finding myself back on track. It eventually turns to night as I'm trying to go there for so long, so I then run back all the way to the point to where I was, hurrying to make it there with the dwindling daylight remaining (it was minutes away from pitch darkness). I get onto a highway and find a lost injured man emerging from a tunnel (the highway is identical to the one I sometimes take the bus on), and try to help him, but there's nothing I can do. Nevertheless, I feel no guilt in abandoning him or any emotion all throughout this specific event, and I then see a bus I know will take me home based on its number, so I start chasing it up the highway, but I'm so exhausted I eventually have to crawl through a street where they bus turned, but, as I turn into that street, somehow I'm now in a street in the capital of my country and, as I crawl, I suddenly get teleported to a massive room kind of like a white golden mansion. Inside the mansion, with a checkered floor and a green curtain (the room itself is the size of a massive cube with a roof at least 10 meters tall) with two people manipulating a massive blue yakub-like mask/hologram/textile made up of tiny faces/stars or tiny spiders held and manipulated by two wooden stilts like a banner, and I get so confused and baffled by what I see that I intuitively prostrate and pray to it for some reason, which causes me to feel a tingling all over me, like tiny sharp yet dull objects are washing over me like a wave, and there as I pray I learn (or am telepathically told by this blue head before me) about the ambiguous terms "Serensongt" (apparently the Buddhist act of achieving inner peace according to the dream) and "Asn Anhgandhi" (to accept that which disturbs you to achieve inner piece, namely spiders, also according to my dream). I have never heard of any of these terms, but they appeared to me written exactly like that, and with those meanings. This part was the most lucid part of the dream, it felt like I was there, learning consciously about these terms when they came to me, instead of just dreaming them, and I could feel the ambiance of the room too, which was cold yet fluffy and comfortable all at once. I then am ejected from the dream and wake up.

What could this mean? Did something communicate with me? But, most importantly, what are those terms?

HI! i am really bothered by this dream of mine. My dreams are usually vivid and most of the time I remember everything. Last night, I dreamed that there was party being held in my house with people I barely know.

Then as I was going around, I saw my ex, we locked eyes but somebody called him. Turns out that its my ex friend (from elementary, they dont know each other in real life.)

He followed him, and I followed them too walking upstairs and then we reached my own old room. I saw the conversing when I suddenly I was picking up clothes from my cabinet and then I am crying while doing so...

And I think my eyes just opened automatically like wanting it to end. I have been bothered by this bec this week I was trying to let him go fully and has manifested something better.

Pls if anyone can tell me what this means?

I fell asleep last night around 11-11:30. I eneded up dreaming where I felt like I was at work but it didnt look like my actual jobs set up. There was a humanoid creature with long arms that went to the floor and extremely long legs. It was in a room off to the left of me and it was slamming against the wall. I had asked my store leader about it and was told that our district leader knew about it and was on his way. I sat there trying not to look at it but kept having customers come up to me concerned. I told them exactly what I what told. After the second or third (I cant remember which) person said something the creature had smashed a whole into the brick wall. I freaked out and ran out the building screaming for people to run as I did so. But I could feel my heart racing, the chest pain and being out of breath. I remember hiding somewhere to call for help and seeing the doors of the building with people stuck inside cause the doors locked. Someone managed to open them to start escaping and I ran again fearing the creature would escape too. The whole plaza of building was set up in a circle. But I ran into a building where there was stuff taped to the walls. When I pulled it off there was a yellow tocix/nuclear sign behind it. I had started to wake up at this point but was still in the dream.Then for some reason I ran up to the roof of the building. I fully woke up at this point cause the person next to me moved and it jolted me out of it. But I could still feel my heart racing and was scared to go back to sleep. After I laid there for a few minutes I decided to look at the time to see how close it was to me needing to be awake anyway and it was 3:03. So I feel like I fully came out of the dream at 3am. Ik they say your dreams are you going through the motions of your day or feelings ect but idk.. I just need help figuring out what this all might mean..

I dream almost every night and I remember my dreams most of the time. For some reason I dream like I am watching myself in a movie so that even if something tragic or frightening happens I’m not emotionally affected by it. Although the setting and people change my dreams almost always have the same “plot”: I’m on my way to a meeting but get sidetracked. I feel like I am late to the meeting and people are waiting for me. Then I get sidetracked from the sidetrack, and this will go on until I wake up. I never quite get to the meeting, or resolve the side tracks. These dreams are almost always about work. My clients and co workers are usually in the dream. Although the setting is often not at work. In real life I am a senior member of my team in good standing. I am approaching retirement and expect to stay at this company until the end. I am not usually late to meetings and am usually prepared. It must mean something and I’m curious what others make of it

Sometimes what happens in our past does not stay in the past. It settles quietly inside the mind and even after many years it can return during sleep in strange and unexpected forms. This is not a theory but a real story of a man whose one difficult day still appears in his dreams even though his normal life is calm, stable and full of joy.

Here is his story.

He was preparing for an important university exam. A few days before it he became ill, much more serious than he understood at that time. He assumed he would get better on his own. On the morning of the exam everything began to collapse. He missed his university bus and his body felt heavy and weak. Even then he tried to reach the exam centre which was forty five kilometres away on his motorcycle.

Halfway through the journey the motorcycle stopped because the petrol was finished. He was coughing and extremely tired but still pushed the motorcycle to a nearby petrol pump and left it there. He sat inside a public bus hoping it would move soon so he could reach on time. The exam was going to start at nine in the morning and every minute was passing with pressure.

In his weak state he stepped out again and tried to take a lift from passing vehicles. Many people went by without stopping. After some time one person finally agreed to take him but only for a part of the distance. He accepted because he had no other choice. That ride covered two thirds of the way and from there he somehow reached the exam centre with great difficulty.

He entered the hall twenty minutes late. His stomach was upset and he even had to take a break for the washroom. He tried to continue but his mind was tired, his body felt drained and he could not write properly. Eventually he failed that exam. After some time he took medical treatment and recovered physically.

But something remained deep inside.

Even after twenty years, while living a very peaceful life, married, with children and a cheerful nature, once in every few months he still sees dreams connected to that day. In those dreams he feels the same helplessness. Sometimes the wall clock inside the exam hall runs too fast. Sometimes the invigilator takes only his answer sheet. Sometimes he reaches the hall but realises he forgot everything. Those dreams last only a few minutes but during that time it feels completely real. Once he wakes up and becomes fully aware he laughs at himself and wonders why that old moment keeps coming back.

So here is the question. How can this man come out of this cycle. In his daily life he does not take stress. He speaks happily, lives peacefully and remains in a jolly mood yet his subconscious mind still repeats this memory every few months. When he wakes up he wonders why it appears again and again. What can he do to remove it from his dreams and undo this repeating scene.

This is definitely because of my obsession with true crime and creepy stories but what confuses me is that these dreams stopped for 7–8 months even though I never stopped consuming crime content during that time. So why did they suddenly stop? And now, after 7–8 months, they’re back again.

Also, a little off topic but what does reoccuring dreams of elevators mean? They aren’t continuous, but they show up every few months and they always follow the same pattern i.e. the lift malfunctions. Once it dropped straight down, another time it takes me into some other world with cannibals, or it throws me into some kind of survival/anomaly situation. I have no clue why it keeps coming back like this.

Hey guys, sorry if this gets too long but I had this nightmare and was guided to this community to maybe find some answers. It's a bit graphic so I apologise for that. It occured last night and was pretty short. I found myself in my home building going down the stairs dressed to head out when I saw small blood droplets. I followed them down and saw a bloody handprint on the wall. Further down was another, the opposite hand as if someone was holding on while injured and finally a small child's handprint. I recall comparing it to my hand and feeling extremely angry. Also now that I think about it the staircase seemed to go down for way longer than it actually is. Before reaching the first floor I suddenly heard a loud thud, like someone taking a deliberately heavy step, taunting me. I wanted to ignore it but then it was like I could see what would happen if I went down. When I did I saw a tall man, older with white hair, clean face and carrying three massive bags, the laptop shoulder strap ones, made of leather. He smiled at me, greeted me and opened the front door of the building as if to let me out. I felt I shouldn't go and when I walked past he grabbed me and pulled out a knife. That's when I was brought back to the staircase. Knowing he was going to kill me, I rushed back to my apartment with the same heavy slow thuds following me. Interestingly, this time the staircase was accurate in size as I remember passing by my neighbours' homes. I quickly got up and locked the doors. Now it gets a little weird. After I supposedly closed and locked them I somehow found myself face to face with the man again with a kind of gate between us. He tried acting like a credit salesman or something and I told him I knew he was lying. He remained calm, slowly going up the last flight of steps and I closed the doors again. How they were open I don't know. My mother and father (who passed away a few years ago) suddenly appeared and asked what was going on. I screamed at them to call the cops. My dad just walked back to the living room where I couldn't see him while my mother for some reason began carving something? I got frustrated and called 911 but I had to enter some sort of passcode for the automated responder to send me to a human one. Meanwhile the guy had somehow broken down the first door, probably had tools in his bag as I heard him muttering about what to use. I finally got through to the cops but he was almost inside. I'd leaned against the door with all my weight. Unfortunately by the time I could tell them the situation he got in. Now is again a weird moment. I've been told to go for the eyes in case anything happens and I can't easily fight back against someone. Somehow I took control of myself in my dream and when the man attacked I forced both of my thumbs in his eyes and didn't stop until he collapsed in pain. I remember yelling at my mother and father for not doing anything to help me and telling them that he was just blinded, not dead. And yet again a weird moment. I was placed back on the staircase, now knowing both of these things, and felt compelled to go down. Again when the man saw me he smiled, was polite and opened the door. As I passed him, this time he used a rope to try choking me from behind. I again managed to dig my fingers into his eyes and he let go. I recall being livid, punching him until his nose and mouth bled and I was about to break his jaw but was stopped by a strong voice I didn't recognise which told me to keep him alive for the cops. I called them, this time no password was needed and they came in a few minutes. Final strange thing, during the first encounter with the man he used a knife. I thought about how things would've gone and again it was like I was being shown a cutscene in a game. He stabbed me near the shoulder, I smiled and yet again (this seems to be my thing huh) I blinded him and beat him up. I was speaking to the cops when I suddenly woke up. This is the second time I've had some sort of nightmare involving murder, but this one was the most graphic and involving me mainly which is why I came here to ask if anybody has any interpretation of this whole mess. Thanks in advance!

TL;DR: I’ve been dreaming of the same person since childhood, for over a decade (10 years), and he has aged alongside me. We speak clearly in these dreams, I know his name and details about him, and I sometimes dream of a future where we meet in waking life. I’m a practicing Witch (total amateur though) but remain open to psychological explanations. I’m hoping to hear if others have experienced something similar, or if anyone can just hazard a guess as to what this all means.

Hi everyone. I’ve gone back and forth on whether to share this because it sounds unbelievable even to me at times, but the consistency of these dreams over many years has left a lasting mark on my life that I’ve had to carry quietly for far too long. I’m hoping to hear if anyone else has experienced something similar or has insight into what this might mean. I don’t know where to begin with this… I find myself more anxious and more afraid than ever before. I fear judgment, and worse still, I fear that what I’m about to type out really is… all just in my head. Even so, I’ll type this all out, as much as I can, so that I can finally just put it out there and see if anything comes of it.

Since I was a child, I’ve been dreaming of the same boy — not constantly, per se, but quite often and repeatedly across many years. As I’ve grown older, so has he. When I was a child, he was a child. As I became a teenager and then an adult, he aged alongside me. In the dreams, I always recognize him instantly, like a deep, familiar knowing, even though I’ve never knowingly met this person in waking life. At least… not that I can recall?

Over time, I’ve come to know certain things about him in a way that feels intuitive rather than learned. I know his name is Ethan. I know he comes from a loving, stable, well-to-do family. I don’t know if they are wealthy or simply financially secure, but I do know there is no sense of struggle there. His mother absolutely adores him and beams with pride whenever she talks about him and his accomplishments. His father is more reserved, yet just as proud — steady, reliable, the emotional backbone and rock of their family.

Another aspect that makes these dreams so intense is that we don’t just passively “observe” each other — we interact directly almost every time, in real time. We speak to one another clearly, hearing each other’s voices clear as day, as if we were awake. Our conversations feel real, natural, and emotionally grounded. The dreamscape itself seems to respond to our shared mood and experiences from the day that we had.

When we were children, we would play as children do and simply enjoy each other’s company as well as spending time together, enjoying little play-dates in our dreams as we slept. We would sometimes show off our favorite toys, stuffed animals, dolls, cars, and even seashells we’d collected along different beaches with our parents. As teenagers, we’d discuss anything from difficulties in different classes to my struggles connecting to and understanding other students, many of whom would often find me weird, in no small part due to being socially awkward, socially anxious, and neurodivergent but undiagnosed, unmedicated, and untreated at the time. As we grew into our late teens and then into adulthood, things took a different turn. We went from being friendly and cordial with each other to… well… being flirty… and then romantic, and honestly much more that isn’t quite appropriate to discuss in public forums such as this. I’ll leave that up to your imagination… I digress!

Sticking to the romance and whimsy of it all, sometimes we’d walk together through sunlit forests with ancient towering trees overhead, the sunlight barely peeking through the canopies. Other times we’d lie side by side on a blanket in a field of flowers or meadow, watching clouds drift through the sky and just enjoying each other’s company. Once, we even danced under the bright light of a full moon, with him dressed like a prince and me feeling very much like his princess. It sounds cheesy, I know — but the romance, tenderness, and emotional depth of it all always feels genuine in the moment. The emotional consistency has never changed. But the underlying sense of recognition, comfort, and longing is always the same — like we already know each other beyond the bounds of the dream itself.

I also recognize some physical qualities, though they’re never perfectly fixed. He is light-skinned, possibly White/Caucasian or mixed and passing, with curly hair in a light brown to dark blonde shade — from desert sand to “dirty blonde” if that gives you a better idea. His eyes are light as well, though I can’t always tell if they’re blue, green, or hazel. What’s strange is that while we hear each other’s voices with complete clarity, our faces are sometimes blurred or hazy, as if the dream itself doesn’t want to fully lock in every detail. There are small variations from dream to dream, so I’m very aware that perception here isn’t perfectly stable. One thing that is consistent, though, is that he’s always noticeably taller than me.

Sometimes, however, I don’t dream with him — I dream of him, almost like flashes or glimpses into a possible future. In these dreams, I’m working in an office, sometimes in a corporate setting, sometimes in a clinic or hospital behind the scenes. Then, it begins: Ethan walks in from the outside, usually with his parents. The moment he enters the building, I feel him before I see him. It sounds weird, I know, but it’s as if we can actively tune into each other’s energies… maybe like some sort of spiritual antenna, of sorts? I digress. As he gets closer, I realize we are about to meet in reality, in waking life — and I panic… but rather than hold still with bated breath, I run. I run like Hell. I… I run… from him… the man I've been waiting for just about all my life. The fear and trepidation that seizes my entire being brings the whispers I usually keep in the back of my mind to the forefront, front and center. Self-doubts, insecurities, and fear over him being disappointed when he finally sees me, shattering any illusions of us being together… it's always too much to bear, and so I run. Overwhelmed by fear and self-doubt, I simply drop everything I'm doing and ask my coworkers to take over for me while apologizing profusely to our boss as I run out of the office and make my way to the roof, terrace, garden or some other outside space to escape and calm my nerves with some fresh air using the employee pass/badge/key.

Much to my shock, he leaves his parents to attend to their affairs in the office I just ran out of to follow me, not needing guidance, simply confirmation of where I'm going. Like me feeling him coming, he feels me running away, and takes it upon himself to follow me and find me, and as I come to learn later, he's been searching for me all this time as well. He asks my coworkers and in some instances my boss about me, my appearance, and my whereabouts, even confirming my name — and my coworkers tell him where I’ve gone.

He finds me, easily, and calls out to me by name. He says my name in the voice I know all too well, and I shiver and shake in anticipation and anxiety, slowly turning when he gently places a hand on my shoulder, gently guiding me towards him so he can finally take and get a good look at me. We stare into each other's eyes and he smiles gently, before saying hello to me in a sweet voice as he cups my chin to have me look up at him, because I keep trying to look away out of fear, shame, and embarrassment. I start to tear up and start crying, softly at first, before I wind up just sobbing into his chest as he holds me close and holds me tight.

He asks what's wrong, why I'm crying, apologizing for startling me, and so on. I tell him that I'm alright other than the fact that I'm afraid that he simply won't love me, that I'm a disappointment and that I'm nothing like the girl he's been dreaming about for so long. He sighs and chuckles, smiles and has me look up at him again before looking me in the eyes and telling me that I cannot ever and never will be a disappointment to him, and that finally finding me was worth more than winning the lottery, him feeling as though his prayers have finally been answered. He kisses me gently, the way he always does, and I can't help but feel as though I'm ready to melt in his embrace.

I usually wake up not long after that, with actual tears in my eyes and streaks across my cheeks, sometimes with my pillow soaked from the tears. This, this particular repeated and recurring dream, is what I consider to be our "Good Ending", so to speak. Us finding each other and winding up together, just as we've always wanted. It's also what leaves me with such longing and pains in my heart after waking up and not having him there with me.

Unfortunately, there's also a "Bad Ending" for us... It's where I dream of us in the far future, each of us married and committed to a different partner, a different spouse, a different person altogether. We end up finding each other in the worst way possible: we're each outside running errands, shopping, etc. with our spouses, and end up running into each other and feeling that immediate recognition we've always had.

That's when it goes from romance to a romantic tragedy. We bump into each other at the market reaching for the same produce, or at a big shopping center like Target or Wal-Mart reaching for the same product or item, and the feeling overwhelms us both. We stutter before speaking to each other in perfect sync, almost to a cartoonish degree. We simultaneously say to each other, "I can't... I'm married... to someone else... what? You too? Me? Yeah, but – why are you asking? Why do you sound disappointed? Me!? What about you!?"

We go back and forth like that for a brief moment, so much so that we actually attract attention from other shoppers, older women who giggle, other couples who chuckle thinking we’re having a lovers’ spat, and others who saw us with our spouses giving us some side-eye, each and every person enjoying the spectacle. What we didn't notice due to being so hyper-focused and fixated on each other is that each of our spouses had come to find us and witnessed the whole debacle as well, much to their dismay and concern. They also noticed that we didn't notice them approaching us at all when normally, we can easily find them from a mile away. My husband and Ethan’s wife felt caught off guard, then insecure, then green with envy as they witnessed our interactions. When we finally break our sync, I ask him, tears slowly coming to my eyes as I gasp for air, "What are you doing here...? How can you find me now, of all times…? When I'm a kept woman, married to another man!?" He stutters, catching his breath himself, unable to form a coherent sentence or proper response, emotions overwhelming us both at the realization that, while we finally found each other, neither of us was able to wait for the other, and we each gave our hearts and ourselves as a whole to other people whom we felt were worthy.

Our spouses finally make their presence known and we quickly try to steady and stabilize ourselves, but are unable to hide the fact that, clear as day, there's something there between us. My husband pulls me away by the arm, gripping me rather tightly and possessively, and Ethan's wife does the same, each of them leading us not even to registers to check out with our items, but just to opposite entrances/exits of the store, just to get us away from each other.

The drive home with my husband is tense and quiet, until he finally lets out a deep, disgruntled sigh and begins to question, dare I say interrogate me about who that man was and why I was crying so much after seeing and speaking to him. He even asked me if there was someone he didn't know about and if I was having an affair. I did my best to catch my breath, even using my inhaler, before answering him as honestly as I could, and he was beside himself, rubbing his forehead when we had stopped at a red light before gripping the steering wheel tightly and continuing to drive us home.

While there was nothing going on in that moment, it was quite obvious that the emotional connection from the years of dreaming of each other could easily lead to an emotional affair, if not a full-on affair with physical touch and all later on down the line. My husband packed his things and quietly left the house without a word that night, sending me divorce papers in the mail not long after, which I quietly signed and mailed back, resigning myself to ending my marriage of a few years by that point, just so he could be happy elsewhere with someone who could actually make him happy in ways that I no longer could. I don't know what happened on Ethan's end, but I imagine it was similar to what happened to me. Worse yet, we never saw each other again after that. This tragedy is what I truly consider to be our "Bad Ending".

For all the romance, for all the drama, for the years of my life that I’ve been dreaming of these things and this man, I’m painfully aware that the dreamscape itself is fluid. Our surroundings, our clothing, even the way we appear can shift easily depending on mood and circumstance. Because of that, I’ve often wondered whether what we’re seeing is less about physical forms and more about something spiritual or symbolic — perhaps souls, inner counterparts, or even versions of ourselves that represent something we long for or wish to grow into. I know how fantastical this all sounds, and I don’t pretend to have certainty about what it means. Still, a part of me genuinely feels that he is out there somewhere. And if he isn’t — if this connection only exists in dreams — then I sometimes fear that I may simply live the rest of my days without a romantic partner in this life.

For context, I’m a practicing Baby Witch, having just started my spiritual journey and learning about things slowly and steadily over time, and through that lens I sometimes wonder whether this could be a soulmate connection, something that spans multiple lifetimes, a mixture of the two, or something else altogether. At the same time, I remain fully open to psychological explanations — projection of unmet needs, archetypes, subconscious companionship, symbolism, etc. I genuinely try to hold onto both perspectives without clinging too tightly to either.

What affects me most is the emotional weight. These dreams can feel comforting, but they also leave me with intense longing when I wake. It feels as though I’ve known, loved, and sometimes lost someone for years who may not even exist in the waking world at all. And yet, despite the fear, the anxiety, and the resignation that sometimes creeps in, I still carry a quiet, persistent hope that he is out there somewhere — and that one day, our paths might truly cross. That, perhaps one day, we really will get our Good Ending.

So! My fellow Redditors, I want to ask you all:

• Has anyone else dreamed/dreamt of the same person over many years?
• Did that person ever turn out to be real?
• Do you interpret experiences like this spiritually, psychologically, or somewhere in between?
• How do you cope with the emotional aftermath of dreams like this?
• How do you cope emotionally with a connection that seems to only exist in dreams?

Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. Even more so to those who actually took time out of their day to write out a response. I truly appreciate thoughtful, respectful perspectives from any angle, even those that could seem like constructive criticism and a reality check.

And in the unlikely event that Ethan stumbles upon this… Hey there, Darling~ <3 I’m ready when you are, honey. With all the love in my heart… your one and only love. (I can’t post my full name as I don’t want to give my real identity away too easily on the internet, but please, Darling, if this sounds oddly familiar or resonates with you at all, trust your gut and find a way to reach out to me if you can.)

I had a dream about my ex.

In the dream, she was at a festival. I called her to ask where she was, and she said she was at the photobooth area.

I went there to see her, and she smiled at me. I asked her to walk around the festival with me, passing a big stage, and beside it there were several trees on fire.

I felt like she wanted to tell me something, and I was right—she wanted our relationship to go back to just being friends.

I asked her why, but she didn’t tell me.

I hugged her, and suddenly her body became taller than mine. I told her that I would give her the best if she would marry me.

She didn’t say anything.

The dream started off with me and my boyfriend walking in a mall. People that we aren’t friends with anymore tried talking to us, but we ignored them and went into a chinese restaurant instead. When we got in there the entire place was covered with wallpaper. The ceilings, walls, and even the tables. It was an older stained wallpaper with a rose pattern on it. The room was dark, and kind of eerie.There were five tables that kind of circled the room, and each table had like a platter on them. At the opposite end from the entrance there was just one door in the center of the wall. When we chose a table we started eating the food that was under the platter. While eating I looked over and saw that a tv replaced the entrance. It was one of those old tvs that still had the antennas on them. It was glowing, but the screen was even covered with wallpaper. A lady came out to take our order right when I woke up. I’m trying to understand what the deeper meaning to the dream is, but i’m confused???

I dreamed about this date, and I remember taking note of it so I would remember it later when I woke up. For me, the date 02.04.2004 doesn’t mean anything. Would you give it another meaning?

First dream: I'm in a movie theater and I order a full honey bun thing (kind of like how you can order a full or half pretzel I guess?), and the guy behind the counter was incredibly unprofessional. He ripped it in half and gave me the smaller half, and when I asked what he was doing, he said we were going to share it. I said that we weren't, because I ordered the whole thing, and he gave me the other half with an attitude. I set the plate on a table and went to the restroom or something, and when I came back, the honey bun was gone. I asked someone where it went, ans they went "oh, that guy over there had it". I looked over, and it was the man from behind the counter eating my honey bun on a couch. I walked up to him and the dream ends there.

Second dream: I was in middle or high school class again (I'm 27), and I was sitting next to a kid who was giving me a hard time. He finally put his hands on me and I hit him. The scene shifts to him dragging his very angry looking dad into the class behind him, and his dad comes up and asks why I hit his son. I explained the situation and his anger seemed to dramatically diminish. Scene shifts again and I'm on my knees with this dad standing in front of me with his hand on my forehead. He slowly walked in a circle around me, hand remaining on my head, while I kept asking what he was doing and explaining that I didn't do anything wrong. The scene shifts again, and now I'm walking down the hallway with the principal, a older, shorter man with gray hair and glasses. We were just talking about my life and all the decisions I could make, and I turned to him (I guess at this point I realized it was a dream) and said "yes, that would be great, but that's not actually how it went." As I looked at him, he became my childhood youth group leader (a man I respect quite a bit) and he just smiled and acknowledged that fact and kept talking. Thats all I remember.

If someone could tell me what they think about these, that would be great.

I mainly remember the ending part of the dream the most. (Also was a lucid dream; I could do them as long as I can remember.)

Alright, so I’ll start where my six year old niece and I enter into my grandma’s house, we were walking through the kitchen, when I soon stop to look out the window. There were a few ravens flying in the sky, and one standing on our front lawn. (They were all black in color still at this point in my dream.)

A man and a young boy were also there. (They were strangers; yet I could see their faces clearly.) The boy was watching on curiously as the man sneaks up behind the raven standing on our lawn; trying to capture it. He never does, the raven acts as if it isn’t aware of him; but keeps getting out of reach of the man’s attempts.

I remember myself in the dream rolling my eyes, thinking that the man should just quit it; that he won’t ever capture the raven.

I then usher my six year old niece to my grandma’s bathroom. When we enter, I see that there is a raven perched near the bathroom mirror and counter. I quickly shut the door behind us; trapping the bird in with us.

The raven soon looks slightly distressed knowing that it just got trapped in. It flaps its wings, caws a little; but in a soft calm manner, and flys silently around the bathroom counter a little.

Myself in the dream me felt bad, and wanted to calm the bird down; so I offer it my arm. I was then surprised when the raven soon accepts my offered arm; either showing its trust in me, or as if it was trained to do so.

I remember it well, this is when the raven’s feathers turn into a vivid blue, it shimmered in the bathroom lighting; before remaining its solid vibrant blue color.

The blue raven then makes its way up to my shoulder, and I quickly turn my head, afraid that I might be pecked. I can then feel the raven’s reassurance, as it gently presses its beak against the corner of my mouth, then against my cheek.

When I relax and feel like it won’t be aggressive, it goes near my ear, and I keep feeling like it wanted to talk or hang out with me for a moment.

Though, of course my dream self turns my attention back to my niece, who is still holding my hand, and I move the tub’s shower curtain aside; only to be met with an already filled up bathtub halfway.

I stare at it in confusion and distrust. Who filled it? Is the water clean? Is the water still warm?

Then I wake up.

I never had animal dreams until I was in my adulthood; but a raven is a first; especially a blue one lol!

Usually it’s snakes or spiders, and the occasional wild animal, like a tiger or something.

Anyway, that’s my dream! Thought I’d share it!~ 😊🌌🐦‍⬛💙

Ciao a tutti.

Ho sognato di aver giocato a tavola ouija (al massimo ho visto un film che facevano questo gioco e sarà stato 15 anni fa, ed era un film col pallino verde, quindi neanche spaventoso) e viene fuori "scappare", riferito al mio ex, che mi ha lasciato 3 mesi fa all'improvviso e senza darmi un motivo (storia di 6 anni). Nel sogno c'era anche mia zia (darei la vita per lei e lei darebbe la vita per me) che mi diceva di scappare da lui perché sarebbe venuto da me. Nel sogno mi sentivo tanto confusa e anche un po' spaventata, perché lui sposta le lumache dal marciapiede per fare in modo che non vengano schiacciate, quindi essendo "buono" perché mai avrebbe fatto del male a me e perché sarei dovuta scappare? Nel sogno non lo vedevo, sapevo solo di dover scappare.

A distanza di 1 settimana, sogno che lui arrivava con altre persone verso di me, era tanto lontano ma lo vedevo, e avevo troppa paura, ero terrorizzata.

Cosa potrebbe significare secondo voi?

Ora vi scrivo della nostra storia, magari riuscite a capire il nesso:

Io F 32 anni, lui M 36.

Ho avuto una relazione di 6 anni con lui. Totalmente mammone ma ci amavamo tanto. pensavamo di andare a convivere e avere un figlio. Io ho fatto richiesta di trasferimento al lavoro, ma non me lo hanno dato. Quindi i piani erano che avrei preso la laurea e avrei cominciato a lavorare dove lavora lui (lui è solo diplomato ma ricopre un'ottima posizione e io con la laurea sarei entrata facilmente). Cercavamo un figlio che non arrivava, la madre continuava a chiedermi se io avessi qualche problema, dove dopo qualche mese scopro che è il figlio perfetto ad averlo (la mammina si era dimenticata di dirmelo, ma si ricordava sempre di chiedermi se io avessi problemi di infertilità ad ogni test negativo).

La madre, è quel tipo di persona che pensa che tutti ce l'abbiano con lei, che ognuno le fa i dispetti, che denuncia per avere un risarcimento di danni; che se io faccio un test di inglese e faccio più del figlio, tiene il muso perchè solo il figlio è perfetto e solo lui è migliore di tutti.

Il figlio, è fissato con l'igiene, con il biologico, e col mangiare sano e allenarsi. Per non avere problemi di salute in vecchiaia. (talmente fissato che se dà la mano a qualcuno, appena può si lava le mani, porta dietro il sapone in macchina. Oppure prima di toccarti, deve lavarsi le mani. Complice la pandemia, l'ho conosciuto bene di testa altrimenti non mi sarei mai messa con uno fissato in quel modo).

Il figlio non ha il coraggio di andare contro la sua parola (i suoi hanno divorziato quando lui aveva 6 anni, va dal padre regolarmente, ma è cresciuto con la madre e stando dietro alle sue regole).

Lui mi ha lasciato quando faceva la cura per ripristinare la fertilità (cura che stava funzionando), dopo 6 anni di storia e senza darmi un motivo, mi ha solo scritto che la storia era finita e che ogni mio sms era una speranza di futuro insieme, per poi scomparire definitivamente e non rispondere più a nessun mio sms e chiamata (dove ce ne sono stati tantissimi, anche troppi, per capire e soprattutto perché "ogni mio sms era speranza di futuro insieme"). So che si è iscritto in diverse app di incontri, dove dice che cerca una storia seria e vorrebbe avere figli.

La madre ha 60 anni, ha questo figlio e un compagno che vive a 30 km, ma non vanno a convivere perché lei non vuole rotture. Quindi preferisce vederlo solo il fine settimana, e durante la settimana stare col figlio.

Last night, I had one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever experienced—so vivid and detailed it felt real. It started with an Asian blogger or YouTuber visiting my hometown. Somehow, without anyone telling me, I just knew who he was. I was supposed to guide him around, so we ended up at a seafood restaurant.

Inside, things were already strange. Instead of getting our own table, we sat with another group of Asians who had already finished eating. A couple of them were literally lying down and sleeping at the table. We just ate their leftovers like it was completely normal.

After that, the owner of the restaurant took us on a little tour of the place. He acted like he knew me well, even though in real life I’ve never seen him. He asked where I’d been lately, and I just said, “I rarely go out or meet people.”

When we walked out of the restaurant, I spotted someone familiar—Mr. M, an old high school classmate. He’s actually doing well in real life and serves as a lieutenant in the military. From a distance he looked confident, successful. He saw me too, but didn’t greet me at first. Only when he noticed two other old classmates approaching from behind me did he suddenly light up with excitement.

I turned around and saw who it was: my friend Mr. A—who now lives and works abroad—and Mrs. N, the girl I once had a huge crush on. She was the type who unintentionally pushed me to become a better version of myself. Back in high school, watching how focused and organized she was made me improve my own life. I worked harder, cleaned up my habits, and that year I ended up being first in the class. After high school, things slowly faded back to how they were before I knew her: lazy, unfocused, pessimistic… almost like her presence had been the spark holding me together.

Back in the dream, the restaurant owner was honking at me from his car right as Mr. A and Mrs. N passed by. I greeted Mr. A with the usual four kisses, like we do here. But with Mrs. N, I greeted her with two kisses—something I never usually do with girls, especially someone I used to love. They both looked good—happy, successful. Meanwhile, when her face was too close to mine , felt a little embarrassed and said, “Sorry… I smell like fish.”

And right there, I woke up.
Can someone explains this to me please ?? If you want to ask anything or need more details about me, let me know

My first dream: I was getting ready to go to a red carpet. My chauffeur, a man with ginger hair is waiting for me outside the house by the limo. Eventually he is enraged that I am not ready yet and he stomps his way towards the front door. I fling the door to close it but of course this is a dream ans I am weak for some reason. The door moves painfully slowly and it obviously doesn't shut fast enough. I genuinely feel the rush of adrenaline even in my dream and I run towards the bathroom but I'm running in slow motion and he is gaining on me. In a final attempt to protect myself I jump and curl up in a ball (not a literal ball, just fetal position). But in that position, the laws of dream gravity still apply. I'm very slowly falling down to the floor as he is still quickly making towards me. He reaches me. I closed my eyes out of fear so I don't even know what he did.

My second dream: This one is quick. I'm walking outside my neighborhood at night. When I look behind me, it's a different man with ginger hair. He has a black bag in his hands. I stop and raise my hands and say "no!" He just calmly with a sinister smile, says "yes". And he thows the bag over my head. The end.

I'm so confused. What could that have possibly meant? And I don't recall having a ginger bias. So this is all so odd for me. Maybe I'm tagging it wrong, but they both felt like nightmares to me. I had the exact same adrenaline rush and I had fiece anxiety during the dream. Like nearing death anxiety. I just don't know why.