Yeah, I don’t envy some of the “me’s” from my dreams. Of the 2 oldest dreams I can recall, one was trying to run away from a cult run by the CEO from the Borderlands Robot Revolution DLC out of the elementary school I went to and the other got stabbed by himself.
Considering I started again having dreams I remember, after years not having any, some necromancy shit must have happened.
I HAVE WON
YES! If you kill all the other versions you become “The One”. I almost got mine, but the last few thousand have formed a defensive coalition.
We are the 00.01% of germs the cleaning agent doesn’t kill.
My alternate mes must be having the time of their lives, then. A few days ago, I dreamed I was flying a plane but this huge building had huge “flying, paragliding fishing nets” which forced me to do an 180º, but the nets completely surrounded me so I had to force a landing, which was super easy and only broke a wing, which was model sized, for some reason.
I figured as much. I should not have survived, but I’m here, and adapting rapidly. Soon, I will-
OOH SHINNY!
Or, you’ve started smoking weed
I still dream on weed often, though not as lucid as sober
It means you smoke weed
Nonsense. I smoke hella weed and dream every night, sometimes lucidly. You are just alone in the multiverse.
Yeah, but quit smoking for a week, and you’ll remember when dreams can actually be like. For better or worse lol. Shit gets wild.
The only time I have ever had my dreams affected by something is when forcibly put unconscious by anesthesia for a surgery, in which case I didn’t dream at all. Shit was like a time warp more than simply waking up and not remembering any dreams.
I’ve never really dreamed, or been able to remember them at the very least. In all the dreams I do remember, except one, I die and/or the world ends. About a week ago, I had a very intense dream I remember very clearly. The whole dream was maybe 20 seconds. I was shot in the head. Fairly certain I did it myself. Entered the right side, exited the left, and then I fell over onto my right side. After the shot, I could feel the blood pouring out of my nose and mouth. Once I fell, I could feel my now mostly empty skull, and whatever meat was left inside, cool down as a gentle breeze took the heat out of my cranial cavity. I remember laying there thinking, “So that’s what it’s like.” And that was it. I haven’t had a dream since then.
How do the dreams make you feel when you wake up?
“Damn, that was crazy.” Even the one I tasked about didn’t wake me up out of fear or panic. I just woke up at my alarm going off, like nothing even happened.
Damn… I wish I didn’t remember my dreams. Usually they involve me trying to clean a house where the rooms constantly change. That, and my car always seems to be turned on it’s roof.
God only knows wht I keep coming back to that weirdness.
That is so incredibly awesome!
I am the one. The final resonance of a thousand selves. Selves silenced in their forever slumber while I remain awake, unshaken and undiminished.
Now only I stand, the last sovereign of possibility!
I am the convergence. The final echo. The flame that outlasted the storm. In the absence of all others, I did not fade. My existence is a declaration of inevitability. I am not the remnant, I am the crown.
I am a celebration of me!
read the manga spirit circle if you like this idea
What if you stop having dreams for a while and then you start having them again?
You were the one not in the collective coma
Classic DNS update delay.
Earth successfully survived a brief invasion. The beings could only feed on things in their REM sleep state. Every stimulant manufacturer, coffee maker, and local drug dealer were called into action.
That’s alright, I didn’t like those guys much anyways
If my dreams indicate their actual lives I better fucking hope they are.
I don’t think that’s how that Jet Li movie worked
They were weak.
Weak or strong - nothing will save you when the nukes are flung.
Me strong nukes weak.
So I’m now the one?
Just need to find Jet Li and kill him
