Thanks for making a new thread! Didn't even see
>>3214

I had an Alice-related weird dream as well but it was a mess.

I was in the mansion of an old lady and looking at an old leather-bound book. Also I was a girl, maybe Yakumo Kurama and most of the dream was a 3rd person movie or documentary. Anyway I secretly tried to photograph the book and its contents with my DSLR camera while the old lady went elsewhere. I tried to find a neutral background that couldn't be traced to the mansion but the hardwood floor and tables had a distinct wood grain with very vivid detail which violated opsec. Fuck my paranoia. I took a blanket from a couch, turned it around and it was a nice neutral gray, good background. I tried to photograph the book on the blanket but it didn't work. The flash didn't fire, photos were black.

After a while I could see the old lady return, though she wans't in the room, it was like a movie scene and she was still a corridor away. She was carrying a huge stone vase with flowers that looked absurdly heavy. I quickly put my camera and flash in a cardboard box and pretended to be reading the book, which I was allowed. The old lady entered with the vase and I helped her by taking it out of her hands and putting it on the floor. It was less heavy than expected. The old lady also brought a plate with food, some sort of crispy fish nuggets on wooden skewers.

Now tupper was there and immediately took and gobbled down all the fish nuggets, casually throwing away the skewers. Done eating, Alice declared the old lady was of no further use if she had no food. Uh oh. I pleaded with her not to kill the old lady, I hadn't been caught photographing the book and there was no need for violence. And surely she wouldn't want to eat a scrawny old lady.

Discussing this took a while and perspective and identity shifted until nothing made any sense and I woke up. Alice said this wasn't her in the dream and she doesn't treaten to kill old ladies. Well, I'm glad.

>>3242
I forgot something important and hilariously silly!
There was a documentary about the hypothetical stand-off granny vs. tupper.

Alice had a samurai sword while the granny only held one of the discarded wooden food skewers. Still it was depicted as a relatively balanced situation and the simulation showed in slow motion how and where the granny could poke Alice with the skewer. Even while dreaming I realized attacking someone holding a samurai sword with a wooden food skewer was insane, let alone my tupper who is virtually invulnerable to any sort of physical attack and has zero inhibitions when it comes to chopping people to pieces. But it all sounded very convincing.
I love my documentary dreams, they're so fucking insane yet come off as dead serious.

>>3246
Creepy!
I'm so glad I don't have any kinds of nightmares, violent or scary dreams anymore.

This time I was at the garden party of some rich organized crime guy. He didn't look like it, more like your stereotypical white upper upper middle class senior with grey hair, a blue polo shirt and white pants. I was happy I got to eat at a fancy buffet, everything was nice. Then there was a commotion and allegedly someone was stabbed but the mafia guy said 'everything fine, was just me stabbing someone'. So everyone returned to dinner like nothing happened. There was a slightly familiar short teen girl maybe 16-17 with short blonde hair and glasses,and quite big tits, not overly pretty, just average but she seemed nice. I actually got to talk to her and she was very casual like we had always known each other and hugged me from behind while talking to me. Now I'm not a Bear and have zero problems with touchy-feely girls so this was nice. Very nice actually. Apparently her parents were also quite wealthy and she showed me the rolex watch on her wrist which didn't fit a teen girl at all.

As she reminded me of school, things drifted off into my usual school dreams thinking I hadn't taken a single test this year and how come I have a PhD if I haven't even finished high school. I wonder if I'll still have these dreams when I'm really old.

Images only vaguely related.

>>3254

Bear being hugged from behind in a dream vs. real life:

(Btw, not scared, appauled and horrified more like.)

And is you dare touch his amazing man chest, even if you're his girlfriend then it's about to get reaaaaly awkward. He didn't even let his live-in girlfriend touch his man pecks, no matter how juicy and meaty and ready to be touched. 1. He thinks it's gay even if a girl did it, and 2. Because he's crazy. I wonder if he'd let me irl? I'd have to tie him up and just do it.

>>3292
You got a problem with werewolf-girls? I don't think host has ever dreamed about any hairy girls - or any other furry characters. Especially not ponies. Nope, can't remember any cases.

Very strange documentary dream about exploding mollusks, I learned they're called limpets in English. Those flat snails that sit on rocks.

So it was a TV show and some blonde guy was at the beach and he hit one of those limpets sitting on a big rock with a wooden stick. It exploded and stained everything in bright yellow powder. It was a pretty cool interactive documentary so host was actually at the beach and examined the color on the rock in detail. Very vivid texture, nice color.

Then the guy was sitting at another rocky beach and the mollusks were much bigger, like the size of a big loaf of bread and looked like rocks. But they were slooowly moving. They came crawling towards the guy in a sped up time-lapse video so there were rocks slithering around erratically. It looked really funny. These guys eventually exploded in bright pink. Why, we just don't know. Host might write another PhD thesis about it.

I sent my boss an email with 2 attachments. But I confused them and sent him 2 pics of anime girl memes instead. Probably from this place. I was lucky it wasn't any nazi stuff Alice posted. They were harmless, one was pic related but the girl was wearind white and with black text I couldn't read. The other was a portrait of red haired girl with an orange sunset
background. No text.

I saw the images in the sent email, they were very large and vivid. That was awkward. I thought about how to explain this but boss replied to the mail without mentioning anything.
Whew!

So much for my boring buerocrat dreams. That was already the pinnacle of excitement. No Bear-tier dreams ever.

>>5132

I was an ultra rich guy, young like 20's max, still under the thumb of parents named Carlson wearing an 70-80's leizure suit

My spending cash was on a usb stick looking thing it said $4M.

I had a personal assistant and she was negotiating with me, setting up a day trip to Disneyland but with 2 escort girls and everything highest level. She was trying to leverage her freedom, she was obviously owned, no collar but she wanted to be set free. I got the feeling she was a family asset, a little older than me, a friend and we'd had fun lots before. She was sophisticated and somewhat cute but 70-80's style. She said, "I'll do whatever you want one last year max, then I want freedom." I was ignoring her.

We were in a gated driveway with very fancy cars and I was picking out the car I wanted.

It was a feeling of just you have everything and are just going through the motions now.

My phone went off unexpectedly and I woke up.

>>5198
>We will witness people being imprisoned for Wrongdream in our lifetime

>American prison for thought crimes.

Not of they can't put the thoughts back together.

[Joy] no evidence, no crime

Finally another extensive low gravity dream!
Actually a combination of 2 recurring dream themes. Very mundane for Bear standards.

First I or my family somehow got hold of a mansion with a park. It was like a small baroque palace, old and not overly luxurious but still spectacular. The garden was a park partly open to the public, not unlike Sanssouci in Potsdam.

Anyway at some point of strolling through the park located on several terraces, I realized I could jump and climb much easier that I should be able to. Tupper commented in mindvoice I should be careful not to break my ankles but I leaped down a terrace several meters and gracefully landed on a park bench. Similarly jumping up a couple of meters worked nicely. Awesome!

Then I was indoor of what was now the living room with several family members. They all looked unfamiliar. The large room had Persian carpet on the floor and was unusually high, easily 10m and ended in a wooden roof. The walls were painted ochre and it all looked very old. There was an ancient crown glass window in a dark wooden frame, about 5m above the floor. Below it was a tiny horizontal rim across the wall, only a few cm wide.

For whatever reason, I tried to jump / run up the wall, stand on that rim and hold onto the window. After several attempts I made it and now stood there, 5m above the floor, clenching my toes to the rim and my fingers to the window frame. Like a cat that had jumped up to some high position and didn't know how to get down. The height looked realistically terrifying and I wasn't completely confident in my new found powers to simply let go and jump down. After all, tupper had warned me not to break my legs. She told me, dog!

My family members first found it funny and just told me to jump down then started piling up pillows below me, just like I was some dumb cat that wouldn't get down. Still didn't look safe.

At some point I morphed into tupper, or Alice took over, it was quite a mess. She jumped down in 3rd person Alice form wearing jeans and landed flat face down on the carpet with a pomf. Microgravity was still in effect so it was more of a harmless floating down. I felt a bit stupid but was glad things worked, then tried the same several times. It was incredibly fun. Moved up the wall to the wooden ceiling like a gecko just clinging to the wall with my palms, then jumped down from there onto the carpet. It was extremely vivid, especially that crown glass window. How the fuck does the brain come up withs uch details?

Again one of those dreams that made me feel uncomfortably heavy upon waking up. Can't we tune down gravity to moon levels?

>>5352
Ah, the Indiana Jones Nazi guy. now I get it!
Only one I know wearing such glasses nowadays is former German Intelligence chief Hans-Georg Maaßen. Looks 19th century tier.

I was urban exploring with Bear.
We were in an European city, 19th century Art Deco buildings. And we just entered a huge building and looked around in the stairway from cellar to attic. There was nobody. We even went into a luxury apartment as the door was unlocked and looked around there but it was also deserted.

Suddenly we were in my home. I was slightly worried Bear now knew what I looked like and where I lived but he was already out on the street in a pick-up loaded with furniture and told me he had to leave. But he'd leave me his assistant.
A skin-head bald chubby boy about 15 in a gray hoodie entered and said he was 'Mario'. For some reason he looked familiar. I said hey Bear, you're not fooling me, I know who that is! It's Joy!
The boy looked embarrassed and pulled out a black wig with twintails and put it on. He turned into Wednesday. There, I knew it was Joy!
Joy unenthusiastically passed by me without looking at me, entered my kitchen and announced she'd prepare a meal now. I felt slightly home-invaded and looked for Alice but couldn't find her. Only a large grey cat that wasn't mine.

Weird dream but very vivid. I feel it was longer but I forgot most. Bear looked like in the pics he uses to describe himself. Tall and muscular.

>>5707
Yes, I know Bear described you as Wednesday several times. Still funny the dream brain remembered this and adjusted your appearance.

Last night I was standing on a cliff above the sea, Dover style. Somehow I was pulled toward the edge or felt the urge to jump off. It was tempting but I wasn't completely sure if it was a good idea. I was lucid enough to know this could not harm me but still I don't wanna habituate jumping off high places. It's not good for host's body and also counts as public littering.

Lot's of weird.

I was with a girl, unknown, she was ok but I never saw her face. I was at a party or get-together at an aunt's house who I haven't seen for 20 years so of course I was a kid now more or less but old enough to direct other kids to read comic books outside but then my aunt said, "don't take the comic books outside." They were all drunk, no different from reality 20 years ago.

Now I'm old again and I buy what looks like a chevy silverado, but completely white and no tags anywhere. I'm back at my aunt's house and they want me to drink but I say, "this is boring" and they're all confused as to how. Of course it's not boring for them they're all drunk and I have the girl with me and another kid but that one quickly is forgotten as I realize my truck was stolen while I was in a shop looking for something to buy.

Now I think about calling the police but it is just a bummer that my new truck was just stolen.

Well now the girl is filming something for whatever platform and she'd basically bottomless but it's like her bottoms are painted on, I could see everything from the waste down in perfect form, she was I mean okay again, I'd need to see the face. She had long hair, that's as far as I could see of her head. I don't care if she had the perfect cooch, the face could ruin everything so it wasn't as hot as it could be. But seriously, bending over, dancing, all that with painted on clothes below the waste but no face, no bueno for a Bear.

As dreams go, 1.5/10 nightmare tier for having truck stolen and trapped in a house with drunk adults.

>>5857
>no bueno for a Bear
Don't be so picky, see what I have to deal with!
I was in school again, seriously what's with school dream lately? There was a debate, we never had a debate in my entire school career. You weren't supposed to discuss anything as a student in 20th century Bavaria, you were supposed to listen.

Anyway under the blackboard were a number of colorful bands with flags of different countries and you were supposed to wear one and impersonate the leader of that country. To my great joy there was a band with the Nazi flag. So here we go!

I took the band and wore it as a sash across my shoulder and chest. Strangely at first I turned into Wilhelm II, the last German emperor who ruled until the monarchy was abolished after WWI. I wore his blue uniform and the Nazi flag sash across shoulder and chest. Felt weird. I didn't really know what to do. Then I was Hitler wearing a khaki colored uniform. That's better. I was outside and ready to give my speech. Good thing I know a lot of Hitler speeches by heart as it is mandatory for ever German. Strangely I was semi-lucid enough to actually say something that made sense. Well somehow. In the end it didn't come out the way I wanted and I was booed by some ugly tumblerinas with problem glasses.
I walked home listening to my portable radio that looked like a hairdryer. Average school day.

>>6199
>I remapped that traumatic boss fight with the flying eldrich abomination at the gym as a simple preying mantis. I gently took her outside and let her go in my memory remapping. That worked great and my residual emotional distress was gone.
Excellent!
I've always proposed this method! But the roach seemed stronger in this case. Make a mantis tupper and pet it until you love mantises! I like them, they're cool!

>>6200
>Host giving you psychedelics to study the effect
>this helps
>everyone should do this once
eerily accurate, that's something he would do and say. I actually wanted to go to Brazil, take Ayahuasca and then fight the nightmares it produces. This was planned for my 10th birthday but didn't work out schedule-wise. Maybe next winter. I'll do it! There are actually 2 things I must do in Brazil. Take Ayahuasca and boop a rock cavy on the nose. They're such angry-looking rodents that need to be booped!

>lewd things with 2 tuppers
all other hosts will be jealous again

I somehpw now had like half a dozen guns, I brought them all to the police station to "register them". We don't do that here.

There was supposedly a "conciel carry" gun but the thing was clearly an SMG it said .223 on it but the officer said no, it was .22

I thouht it was illegal and he said no and registered it saying, "it doesn't need a permit to conciel carry this one."

Only in America, god bless us.

I had another gun that looked like something out of a bad space game, and a long sniper rifle. Where does dream brain come up with this?

The cases I had to carry them were a mix of cardboard and a briefcase. One was wrapped in a sheet. Police didn't care.

Realized I couldn't transport these guns like this, was worried but no one cared.

A secretary girl at the front then reiterated that I couldn't carry those guns without cases, but then didn't stop me as I left.

>>6445
>prosthetic nose which resembled two colorful wooden fish lures
Perfect! You should create a start-up and sell those!
Why are our brains sp crazy? Is this normal?

Host dreamt he was playing video games with middle school friends. No girls. He watched first and didn't understand what the game was about. There were several growing colorful circles on the screen that eventually popped like soap bubbles. The controller was an oversized disposable razor that exuded a pinkish liquid from its blades. Don't ask me why, I just don't know. He didn't know what to do with it either. Then he got lost in the apartment of his friend and couldn't find out again.

I finally managed to have a dream as me after a long time - and remember it.
We were hiking along a path that cut through a forest with slopes on both sides. We climbed up because there was less vegetation and I wanted to bask in the sun. Going up a gravel slope we found a nice meadow but there was a young couple. Not having sex, at least not yet but on the way. Awkward. I dragged him along and we waked over a landscape of meadows. There was a family with a fat girl (yes, girl) with a very short skirt. You could see her panties. Nope. Not with me around. Again dragged host on. We came to another meadow riddled with burrows. Looked like from prairie dogs or something. But it was huge cartoonish black mice, the size of a guinea pig that dashed around between the burrows. I tried to catch them by leaping at them but no chance. Host had a net and managed to get some and stuffed them into a bag. Soon we had a bag of mice and went home. We ran into some Star Wars sandpeople like bandits wielding spears that made nigger noises and wanted to rob our mice. This was still in a peaceful meadow landscape with other people walking around in some distance, totally ignoring us. I was ready for the usual branching spine attack but grabbing the spear of one of the sandniggers and beating him with it was enough to make them run away and disappear.