the obsessed

Had a dream I was out shopping with my friend.

For some reason, all of a sudden, I gained the power to see three cards over people's heads. I'm not familiar with tarot readings at all, it's weird. But I remember standing over a guy who was sitting down and, without a care in the world, explaining something. The cards were floating over him in a slight up-and-down motion, as if in a computer game. I don't play computer games either. He had two open cards, but the third card in the middle had a question mark on it. But unexpectedly, that card started turning around, and it proved to be the card of death. I felt a rush of anxiety come over me. Then, I heard a voice (I already expected a presence around me, the owner of that voice) that said, "You know what this means, right?" and then the realization that that third card meant the nearest future of a person hit me, I felt overwhelmed, my head started hurting, and then I woke up with a tight spasm in my jaw. I also felt as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I tried not to move a muscle because I felt as if someone was watching me. After an unknown amount of time lying down in that state, I started to relax.

I had this dream today... Well, number one is that I was roaming a tall building. I clearly remember getting on an elevator and going up. I got a little scared because, no matter how far we had already gone, we just kept going higher. We arrived on the 18th floor. Most likely it was the final. I wanted to explore it more, but I decided to go down the stairs. Who knows what kind of powerful person is in charge and what they were going to do to me when they found out that I was there? I didn't find anything interesting on the upper floors, but as I went lower, I started finding children...? They were just playing and hanging around. They didn't seem like meanies but there sure was something to them that all the rich kids have. On those floors, some stairs have been converted to slides. They were safe and cool, too. The whole building was luxurious. I don't really remember what happened next, but the next thing that I do recall is me standing in front of a small kiosk asking the lady for a small piece of pie I've been craving in my waking life. Then, I realized that I was naked, had no money (because I didn't even have a wallet), and it was a raging winter and snow everywhere. I didn't feel cold or embarrassed. The kiosk lady wasn't phased either. She gave me a piece of the pie. I turned to my left to see my friend standing by my side. Usually, asking for money is the last thing I would do, but I was literally naked, so I guess I did have a personality shift or something. She gave me some, but the kiosk lady refused to take the money and just gave it to me for free. I was pleased. Number two is that I dreamt that my grandma (my mom's mother) died. I didn't feel sad because she was a mean person and constantly demanded attention. She essentially was taking away mom when she was needed the most. Mom looked like she's gone insane tho. I recall myself being in places and looking at views I've never seen before but the main event was something different. I was going to some sort of party with my friend and her family. The one that offered to land me money. Anyway, there was some food already, but we still had to cook something ourselves. This party was happening in a weird place in a mall. I know that mall irl, but it seemed to be modified in my dream. It became bigger or something. First, it seems like they sent me to investigate it. When I entered, I saw a drink machine instead of a usual atm at the entrance. I wanted to see what they had there. Also, a drunkard (probably) was heading to the exit and just scratching his butt. He was wearing only underwear. Thankfully, I already had appropriate clothes on. Anyway, the security escorted the man. I proceeded to go inside, check the mall out, and shop. Then most people came around, my friend's parents as well. They came with large bags of food and praised my food choices. My friend's mom even offered to cook something for me since she was making herself some fish. That's about all I remember.

I had a dream I was in the kitchen with my mom. She pulled out some sort of a pack from the fridge (?) with what was supposed to be a piece of bread. As she unpacked it, it turned out to actually be a loaf of bread, but with 2 cold, long, fat shrimps on it. Also, there was some ketchup. Mom asked me if it was my doing. I said no. A minute or so later, my dad entered the kitchen and proceeded to spend his time threatening me and saying he would throw that shrimp at me.

Three of my classmates and I were going to visit 4 major attractions in our city. It's a little odd because the four of us together only went out once and we usually just wandered around the city. Also, we had to travel from one place that's not even a bus stop to our destination every single time. So, if we want to go somewhere, we go to the weird bus stop. A bus picks us up, takes us to the destination, and drops us off. When we want to visit a new attraction, we go to the nearest bus stop, get on the same bus that picked us up, go back to that place that's not even a bus stop (it's more like somebody's front yard), get off, and wait for the bus to come. It's also interesting how each trip lasted only a couple of seconds even though we would have to travel for 20-40 minutes usually. First, everything was fine, but for the last two attractions, only two of us were left. So we decided to grab my little sister and go with her. It's odd because I would never do that, not to mention my sister was like 6 years younger in the dream. I think we all were, too, but I'm not sure. So, that friend, I, and my sister went to walk around the city and view those attractions. We had a nice time, we chatted, giggled. I even gave one flower to my sister, but my friend gathered some more flowers and gave them to my sister as well. She got a little shy but accepted the gift. After all that, we decided to go back home. It was already late, but we got on a bus and went back. We got up to my apartment, I took off my upper clothes, and told my sister that we needed to be nice and say goodbye to our friend who spent the day with us. She reluctantly agreed and went into my arms to wave goodbye. I remember she clung to me like a cat. That's all.

I was walking down the street with my friend, headphones on, but I suddenly decided to take them off. As we walked some more and down to the bus station, I noticed a guy in a black coat and wearing a mask. I think some serial killer was wearing one like that: gray and a little yellowish, with holes for eyes, and I think there were more dot-holes all over the mask. At first, I just noticed him, but as we got closer, I saw that he pulled his left hand out of his pocket while holding something (we were walking on the right side, my friend was to my left). I also noticed I was holding a hardcover notebook. As we were face-to-face with the guy, he raised his arm and swung a small knife or some sharp object at me, but I deflected it with the notebook. It didn't even pierce through it properly. After that, we just stood motionless for a moment. There were people but nobody seemed bothered. My friend wasn't startled as well even though I know she would probably freak out and start screaming irl. The killer guy who was taller than us also just stood there until one of the military guys at the bus stop pulled out a gun and shot him right in the neck. My friend and I kept walking, I thanked the man with the gun and bowed a little and kept walking. It was evening and a colder season, we were wearing coats and maybe hats, but I'm not sure.

I was in class at school. There was our teacher and a group of students. I, for some reason, was sitting through the whole thing in headphones. During the class, I remember doing only two tasks. For the first one, our teacher asked the present pupils to list all the students who weren't present but who you thought were worthy to be there. It seemed weird to me because she could've just said to list the missing kids. As I began to list the students, I turned around and saw my very close friend list everyone so quick, and most importantly, she mentioned one girl at the top of the list. My friend didn't like that girl and took extra caution so that she and I didn't talk or were better friends than my friend and I were. It's odd. I decided to list two girls who were smart enough and nice. However, I kept making mistakes, and I appeared to be very sleepy. The whole class had to wait for me for a couple of minutes to list those two girls. But I didn't seem to have any strength left to feel any guilt or shame. The second task was to write down our name and class. We were all given a couple of papers for that task in case we got something wrong. I paused for a second and thought to myself: but i'm in my third year of university? I voiced this concern, and the teacher said it was okay to write some. It took me 15 minutes or so. My handwriting wasn't stable, and I made mistakes again. When I decided not to use that corrector pen bc it was too liquidy and just neatly crossed out the mistakes, the pen lowkey gave up on me and was barely writing. In the end, I wasn't satisfied, but I picked the best one out of all the used papers and gave it to the teacher. She seemed more patient than usual. The next thing I remember was my friend drawing a house with a digital pen on a whiteboard in her yard. The setting lighting was blue. She showed me what I could add to the picture, but it didn't turn out nicely. There was no back button on the whiteboard, so I tried using an eraser, but it accidentally erased some other elements. My friend didn't say a word and showed me that I could use an area eraser to. So I did. Everything ended nicely. I returned all the elements and added some more. The last dream I had was hopping around the streets in my long green dress. There were a few people, and they also seemed friendly. One woman even asked me, "Who is this happy one?" I said I was just glad because it was a nice day. I somehow was even hopping on the rooftops. A woman came up to me and asked why I was happy, actually. I said it was because we were freed from one of our classes. It wasn't true, but the woman seemed satisfied with the answer.

I don't remember much. Going with my mom somewhere without questioning where. She said that she was off to work, even though it was already pretty late. Dropping one of my earbuds under a car and practically lay down on the ground to get it. I barely dirtied my black pants, fortunately. Seeing a cool car. I decided to take a picture of it, that's why I dropped my earbud. The car's color was truly magical, gray, purple, and sparkly. And it looked like an old-style sports car. As soon as I wanted to snap a picture, people started noticing the car, too. I usually don't take car photos, but recently I decided that I would. This all happened as I was walking back from the store where my mom told me she's off to work. It's strange because when she did that it was night and the moment I saw the car was noon. On my way back I encountered my grandma (from dad's side). This is it.

It's the second time I'm seeing this dream. My friends and I rush somewhere. I'm in my old school (I'm currently in my 3rd year of university) going through the hall, past the canteen, and to the changing rooms near the gym. But there appears to be an entrance to a mall and nobody's surprised. I enter with some people. At first it seems normal, small stores, but very few people walking around. Barely any customers or sellers. Some shops appear to be working, but don't have any people inside. I was walking by with my friend and an almost old man asked to see what was in my bag. At first, I was hesitant. Why would I show it to him? Just because he said so? Why does he want to know what's in my bag? I thought that he might be one of the guards, so I showed him. There was a white, I think, sweater or a turtleneck of a sort. For some reason, I felt a little surprised. I continued walking through the mall. As I did this, I started noticing people of different ethnicities and religions often being found there. They all had just as nice shops as people in the beginning, but why were they only there? At first, I saw some hijabi girls, then some black people. They seemed happy for the most part, but I thought it was weird. At the end (?) curve of the store there was a small warehouse of food products or something. I walked around it too and decided to go back. Whether I decided it on my own or someone told me to I don't remember, but I turned around and was walking away.

I had a dream that a holiday took place at my parents' house. As the table was being set, some of my guy friends started showing up. I had no idea why they came, but I was happy to see them. It was a little weird since we are all in different universities and sometimes countries, but we used to be classmates. As I went to a room with the table, I saw (I think two) the guys already seated. When I went to the corridor, I saw a guy (at first I thought it was my uncle, but he had an Italian name). Write down our Wi-Fi password. I asked why, and he said that Igor (another one of my classmates who I didn't know was there) asked for it. After that, the door opened, and I saw a guy standing there. After all that, I remember saying something like "Ohhhh, we're going out" because a lot of my guy friends showed up, and I didn't want them to be with my family. When I was packing up, some guy hugged me from behind. I didn't really care since I am aroace, so I took it as a normal hug. But when my older cousin or mom noticed it, they started questioning the guy, like, why is he hugging me so tight and if we're are official. They didn't ask me about it. When I actually turned around to see the guy, he seemed younger, somewhat in tears, and he kept clinging to me. Then I told him everything was fine, and he let go of me. So, as some people and I were out of the apartment, I called up everyone to go down as well, but they were like, "Nah, we're not going." I was baffled. I did all of that to be somewhere away from my family, who would be rude to the guys, but they didn't wanna go. I was upset, but since the car was already there, I went with the people in it. The car was dark green. It lowkey looked like a funeral car, but I let that slide. I got it and saw that the seats were a creamy colour. The seating plan was weird. There were two rows of seats, with 3-4 places in each seat. I wanted to take the least cramped seat, but there was no such seat, so I just took the one in the back. There already was a lady and her daughter. The lady mentioned that I was a straight-A student to her daughter. Besides the lady and the driver, the others were like elementary school kids. We drove off somewhere. The dream ended.

I had a dream. I'm a university student already, but I was just a school girl there. So two of my guy friends (I can't remember their faces, nor if I'm actually familiar with them) and I were outside playing. Then, a group of people (I think there were 3 of them) approached us and suggested we test out 3 of their grenades. They didn't work full power, just a close-range light hit, but also they were nuclear. The guys agreed, I was reluctant but went with the flow. The 3 people left. My friend group laid out grenades in a zig zag pattern approximately the same distances from each other. Then we started stepping back. For some reason, the guys didn't lie down, but I tried to be as close as possible to the ground and be as far away from the explosion. It wasn't too loud, but I saw a flash. The first grenade went off. I got up, made a couple of steps back, and looked if the guys were fine. The second grenade went off. I recall they were pretty close to it, but this time, they already were lying down. I didn't know if the grenade got them. I went to the end of our yard to keep the max distance, lay down, and covered my ears. The third grenade went off. I felt some change in my body, which reminded me that the grenades were actually affecting us. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman asking me what I was doing. I know I know that woman, but I can't exactly remember her face. I don't remember what I answered, but the woman wasn't worried. I think I then caught up to the guys. One of them was doing better than the other, and I was feeling the best. It was already evening. We were wearing warm clothes, it was either spring or fall. I think I went home. The next thing I remember is my mom and me at some clothes market trying to buy me something. As we were walking down the aisles, I noticed that most of the products were used or dirty somehow. Then I remember going to school with my girl friend, which is weird bc it was noon, and my friend used to be in separate schools with me since 8th grade. Anyway, I was happy we were together. As we were on our way, my good neighbor offered us a ride as she was taking her son to school as well. We agreed. She was there with her husband, and another younger son, the car was a different model, and she was using the steering wheel on the right, but in my country we have it on the left. Her husband is usually driving, but this time, it was her. As we got in, it started raining, and my neighbor noticed how good it was that I got in just in time. I thought that this was my last for a while and went home to grab an umbrella, leaving my girl friend in the car on the way. I realized that what I did wasn't rational, but somehow, I felt like I had a narrative to fulfill, so I had no choice but to go on. As I went home, there was nobody there. I grabbed the umbrella and was thinking if I should grab something else but then realized that the door slightly opened and a girl, who was with the group of people who offered us to test grenades, was there. She was bigger than me, both taller and wider. I can't remember exactly what conversation we had, but she had a smile on her face, and in the end, she was asking for money, not a lot, but rather little, I'd say, but still. Then suddenly, my mom walked in. She was successful in being at work. And I was supposed to be at school. Nevertheless, the grenade girl sneakily left. My mom asked who she was and why I wasn't at school. I told her that the girl was my friend and I was already on my way. As I said the latter, I considered just grabbing my laptop and going to a cafe instead of school to study. For some reason, I thought of my current laptop rather than the one that I had back in school. I didn't rain. I think somebody was either killed or injured. This is probably all I remember.

I had a dream today that I was with my friend in Poland. She studies there, and somehow I ended up there as well; I'm not sure how. We were in this weird building. There's a road where the normal floor should be, and in the walls are carved small rooms that serve as different commodities, cafes, elevators, etc. We went to such a cafe, and there was a girl, most likely a barista, there. I've already seen this part. But there's something new this time. The road suddenly turned into a water stream, but we (my friend and I) hopped into the cafe right in time. The barista girl looked slightly distressed, but she said that it happens. I eyed some sweet treats I would order next time. We went to the elevator, it was quite spacious, but it appeared to me that its walls were in rather a weak state. The next thing I remember is a teacher (an elementary school teacher from my school, who was teaching another class, but not ours) talking to me about something. Most likely English because she seemed to have a personality like my English teacher, who liked to send me to different competitions because I won a lot. Then I remember something feral going on. I can't recall who started the havoc, but it just seemed like the teacher was screaming, the building was collapsing, yet I stood unfazed because I knew it was gonna end soon. Then somebody showed me their phone with a picture of me squatting down (the yoga froggy pose), wearing a white top with sleeves, blue mom's jeans, and red shoes (Nike's probably). I nodded in agreement and noticed that my back was rather broad. Made me feel good. I don't remember who showed me this picture. Then the chaos ended. pretty quickly. I was right. I don't remember what happened afterwards, but I think we all got back to whatever we were doing.

I was in my parents' apartment with my mom and younger sister. When I entered a room, I turned around and noticed a man with a small knife with a black handle approaching the room. Nobody in the apartment seemed to be bothered by his presence. Everyone was on the phone. I thought it was a big deal, tho. I almost closed the door, but then I opened it, quickly went to the kitchen l, grabbed the largest knife, and went back to the room. All of this was while passing that man, and he didn't do anything but stand in place. Then I closed the door to the room and said if he wasn't going to leave, I was gonna stab him. He didn't leave, so I opened the door with the knife in my right hand. He wanted to raise his hand with his knife at me, but upon seeing me armed, he started backing off and saying something like, "You know what they say. If you carry a knife in your left hand, you're... (I don't remember what he said). If you carry a knife in your right hand, you are a child." He could easily back off, since the room I was in and the other room were right next to each other, so when you opened the door, from one room, you could just go straight to the second room. So he backed off to the end of that second room. In the first room sat my sister, and in the second room my mom. I was almost pressing that man against the balcony door. Then, I stabbed him a couple of times. His eyes didn't close or bulge out, nor did he spit blood. I was just stabbing him wherever, not hitting any vital points, probably. When I thought I was done and turned around, mom got off her phone and said, "He's moving." As the man didn't fall, he just seemed glued to the balcony's door. It was easy to see that he was indeed starting to move. I thought those could be pre-death convulsions or whatever, but just in case, I stabbed him a couple of times more in the vital points just to be sure. Then he fell down. When I said that it was time to clean up, nobody moved, so I guessed that I would have to clean by myself. The crime scene wasn't bad at all. There was barely any blood. I washed the knife, I think, that I thought I was just going to dump the body in the trash container. When I looked outside, to my surprise, it was already 5 something I was and so bright outside. Also, there were people doing garden work, so I dropped that option. I thought of leaving him alone till night, but he would probably start to decompose by that time. Dissectioning him would take too long + a lot of physical strength. The next thing I remember is me going back from the kitchen and hearing mom on the phone complaining about some recipe. There were sweets on the balcony. I had never seen them before, but I didn't dislike them. The blood stains weren't there, but I could still see the dirty places a little.

I recall getting ready to go to the capital. I gathered some stuff in my small black backpack and went to catch a bus from my city to there. It wouldn't be my first time going there alone, but this time I didn't tell anybody about my trip. So the bus ride wasn't the most memorable part, but I believe it went smoothly. Then I got off and went to explore the city. I remember entering a shopping mall straight away. To my surprise, everyone there was speaking English, and there were people of different races. I wasn't scared since I was confident in my English. The only minor trouble I had was forgetting to speak in English. Like I would just say something in Ukrainian, realize nobody understood anything, and then proceed to explain everything in English. After I left the mall, I happened to enter a guy's apartment. I don't know how I got there or what I wanted, but nothing was out of the ordinary except the door right behind the sink where the guy was washing dishes. There was nothing weird about the door. It was a slim door with the only proper entrance being the window (it was just a wooden piece that filled the squared whole). There was also a proper door. Don't remember much happening, but he allowed me to wash my hands in the bathroom, change, and after that, I greeted a little girl. She seemed like his daughter, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I told them that it was time to go. The guy asked if I could leave through the windows in the door behind the sink. I wanted to try, but i knew I would get stuck, so he said something like, "It's nothing! If you prefer to leave through the other door, you can use it. " I thanked him and the girl and left the apartment. Also, it had a lowkey weird layout. I mean, of course, the walls there were like the walls of a normal apartment, but it's just they were so undecorated, yet they weren't dirty or completely naked... it was like a van or house on wheels, but I'm not sure if it was the case. Anyway, as I got out, I started to think of how I was gonna get home since it was getting late and to the end of the bus schedule. Don't remember how, but somehow, I ended up home. Mom was talking to me. There was some time left till 9 pm, and I was like, "Shit! It's already this late, no busses are working at this time, how am I gonna get home? Wait... but I am home? So mom didn't ask any interrogative questions and didn't learn that I went to the capital.

Had a dream I went to the Philippines to visit my friend