Super Saiyan Lucid Flying Dream

I have a bunch of dreams that I remember. Many of them being partially-lucid and flying dreams. For this one I don't remember a lot, but I do remember flying.

After I realized I was dreaming, I tried and succeeded in transforming into a Super Saiyan like in DBZ. My hair spiked up and yellow/gold energy was flowing from me.

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I then started flying around in a grassy plains kind of area. Flying up ,down, all around and doing tricks and stuff. I then started flying down a road (like 6ft above the pavement and following it) and ended up at a broken bridge with jagged rocks in a dry river bed below. The bridge and rocks were all a light brown and dark grey and the sky beyond the bridge was dark grey as well. I looked at the rocks and bridge, said "nope," and turned around and flew in the other direction.

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I flew into a town and stopped at a restaurant. I then woke up before I could look at a menu.



Thanks to Levi D. Rowe for submitting this dream!

Drifting Underwater - Confessions of a One-Time Bedwetter

I never had a problem wetting the bed.

Growing up, my parents were on a bowling league, and they would take me and my brothers with them to the bowling alley where we played in a waiting room while they bowled. Many of our aunts and uncles also bowled, so we got to play with our cousins every week. It was awesome.

One night when I was around seven or eight, I had a dream that we were playing in that waiting room (which we called the "play room" and suspected was just for us). Then, the room suddenly started filling with water. After just a few seconds, the water reached the ceiling, and there were people and objects just floating in the silence of the water.

I don't remember much more of that dream now, but I remember there was a baby, and I was trying to save the baby, but I couldn't get to her or maybe she had disappeared when I got closer. At any rate, I remember drifting in the warmth of that water, wondering if I would die if I couldn't reach the surface, and deciding to empty my bladder.

I awoke shortly after this and discovered that I had wet the bed. Old enough to be fully embarrassed by this, I hid it from my parents, and nearly 20 years later still have not told them about it.


Photo Credit: The Girl Who Fell Into the Well: Christel Eldrim
Thank you to Melody Joy from 3 Spot Blog for contributing this dream!

Screwing Your Mom - Weird Dream From Adolescence ***MATURE CONTENT***

I was never sexually molested as a child and I've never been sexually attracted to my mother but when I was 13 or 14 I dreamed that for some reason I had to have intercourse with my mother. To avoid incest I had to detach my penis and use it like a dildo. I did this by unscrewing it like you would remove a dresser handle.

I woke up before the act was carried out (thank God) but I still remember removing my penis quite clearly. As I've said, I've never been molested, attracted to my mother, nor have I ever had transsexual feelings.




Thanks to the anonymous reader who sent us this dream!

Paternal Filicide - A Nightmare

We’re in a car being driven through a desert. It’s my two brothers and I, and dad is driving. We’re going fast like a freight train. I’m aware, but my brothers look unaware. But dad, he’s a driven, possessed even. Who knows? Then I feel a drop in my stomach. Dad has driven the car off a cliff. On purpose. He was driven. They were lost. I was aware and then I was awake.

This dream was kind of terrible.


Thank you to expressway2yrskull who submitted this dream to us via tumblr!

Preschooler Night at the Museum?

I was trying to get a group of preschoolers from an outdoor park to a room in a museum. I got separated from them but knew they were ok with someone else. I got lost/sidetracked in an old 1935ish convalescent hospital with sticky, wet, urine-covered floors. But I knew everything would be fine - I just got through it and found my preschool group again and carried on...


Thanks to nekitataylor for sending us this dream through tumblr!

The Theft of the Police Car

I dreamed once that I stole a police car. I was driving around and it came to me that the police may not be happy that I took their car. I started to worry that I'd be in trouble and I was trying to figure out how to return the car without getting in trouble.

I don't steal things when I'm awake, not because I'm afraid of getting in trouble, but because I hate to have MY stuff stolen. In the dream, before I took the car I didn't even think it would be wrong or illegal. I just took it. Only after taking it did I think it might get me in trouble. For me it was a very upsetting dream.


Thanks to Eric Taylor for submitting this dream.

Drowning Dream that Followed Me Into Reality

I took a nap yesterday. When I woke up, I laid in bed and tried to convince myself to get up and do something, but it was a Sunday afternoon and that always makes it hard to do anything productive. As I tried to convince myself to get up, I fell back asleep and into a dream.

There was a man who had murdered several people. Somehow, my cousin and I found out and went to a friend's house to tell them about it and try to figure out what to do there. The friend was a random guy who once gave me a ride from the bus station to my hostel in Nicaragua. He apparently owned a business setting up internet connections for people. While we were there, the murderer called him and asked about setting up an internet connection.

Somehow, we knew that this would help the murderer hide his crimes, but we were terrified for our own lives and our friend went along with it casually. He left in his car to go set up an internet connection for a murderer and my cousin and I decided to go back to where we were staying that night.

We were staying at the school where I worked, but the room we were in was the closet of my old room in my parents' house and the rest of the room was a really nice inside pool and the Ferris wheel that's at the mall near my apartment. One of the teachers was there, and had opened up the pool and Ferris wheel for the wife and children of the murderer. We realized that this was how he got away with it without his family finding out: he sent them to swim and play.

For whatever reason, we then forgot about the murderer and decided to join the family in the pool since it wasn't normally open. For a brief moment, we were upset and worried because all of our stuff was under a couple feet of water, but in the next moment, the water was forgotten and everything was dry. However, I had a hard time finding my swim suit.

I also had a hard time changing into my swim suit because several men from the school kept walking in and talking to me while I was changing, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was covering myself as I continued struggling to find my swim suit and then get into it while trying to hide myself. I think my cousin had already gotten into the water by then.

When I finally had myself together, I ran and jumped into the water without hesitation. I like to get to the bottom of the pool and launch myself back up to the surface. As per usual, I had my nose plugged because I'm one of those people that has to plug their nose when going underwater.

As I sank deeper and deeper into the pool, I realized that I had not taken a breath before jumping in. So, I loosened the grip on my nose and tentatively inhaled. But it wasn't enough air, so I did it several more times, taking in small amounts of air every time.

I desperately reached down with my feet to touch the bottom to get myself back up to the surface because I knew I was running out of air and I was confused as to how I could be taking in air and was also becoming convinced that I was actually breathing in water and was therefore getting increasingly panicked.

At last, I sprung awake and out of the dream, but it didn't end there. I still couldn't breath and felt like there was water in my lungs. I had to turn onto my side and gasp for air as I coughed until my roommate called to me from the other room, asking if I was okay. Eventually, I was able to breath normally. I can honestly say that I have never had a dream follow me into the waking world physically like that before.



Thanks to Melody Joy of 3 Spot Blog for submitting this dream.

Introduction and Submission Information

As a writer, blogger, and youtuber who has always been fascinated with dreams, it was only natural that I would eventually start a blog devoted to dreams. This is a place where anyone can share their dreams with the world, or read about the wild, interesting, intense, and amazing dreams that others have.

I've always been fascinated with the idea that our dreams allow us to travel to another place, that maybe when we dream we're all in the same dream world, that maybe the people we see in dreams that we don't recognize are other dreamers crossing our paths.

To submit a dream, send it to: islandofinfinitedreams@gmail.com