Hi Friends,
My name is Marcus, and I’m an active lucid dreamer. When I say active, I mean I have vivid, deep dreams every night. Some are random, while others reflect what’s happening in my life.
I don’t know why my dreams are so intense, but I know I’m not alone. That’s why I’m starting this page—to share, connect, and learn from you all.
I want this to be a space that’s both interactive and insightful. Dreams are one of the greatest mysteries of the mind—maybe we can uncover a thing or two together.
Sincerely,
Marcus
#dreams #luciddreaming #dreamjournal #mentalhealth
Good morning friends,
I had plenty of dreams last night but I only remember one and it was short.
I was part of a special operations group looking into JLO 😂. That’s is that was the dream.
@sigmarshanks The fact that Oda is going to script this to where Luffy wins and Loki either joins, protects elbaf, or dies is going to be top tier writing either way
@sigmarshanks The fact that oda has made him the most serious and skilled post time skip, yet he still makes him get lost every panel he’s alone. Makes him the coldest
Good morning friends,
I’ve had many weird dreams lately. So much so that I can’t put them together, my brain is just over stimulated. However, last night I had one for the ages.
My dream was straight forward, I was abducted by this group to perform the bank heist of all ages. To the point where we were attending college classes about banks and researching security and detail for 6 months, 1 semester.
My friends and family were wondering why I was acting so suspicious, but they didn’t know
I had a literal gun to my head.
On the night of the heist, we were followed by a group of college kids. This bank was smart, let’s hide in plain site on a college campus. Someone will always be out and about. The college students had no idea that their college bank was hiding some of the world’s greatest art and artifacts. Worth hundreds of millions.
As we approached the bank in the dead of the night, our main conspirator asked us to take out the college kids. I argued against, but he said he’d take out my family instead. When I kept confronting the group, I was punched across the face and taken to the ground. This action scared the college kids away, as they saw too grown men fighting.
We infiltrated the bank shortly after. We got through the security system, the trip wires, and the cameras. When we opened the vault, we all gawked. Seeing was not believing. Our operator told us that police had been called on suspicion of a man, myself, being knocked out on the ground. They made me gather all the art while several others were stealing wads of money.
As we broke for the outside, I woke up to the red and blue lights of the cops arriving.
What do you guys thinks this dream meant?
Sincerely,
Marcus