Hmm... I will if I remember anything. The reason I used the word "bland" was to kinda highlight how... "unmemorable" the dreams are. Like sometimes, I'll try to force myself to imagine the scenario before the dream occurs while other times, it'll come naturally. These scenarios can differ from standard pocketwatch incident to suddenly gaining hypno-powers. Who the subjects are is something that I'll never remember. Unless it is an established character or person that I know, the subjects faces are usually blurry (though I can't tell if that was originally from the dream or just the fact that my memory could be lacking.)

Though one dream I do recall did end badly. It was going well, pocketwatch, zombie-walk, mantra, you know the usual. However, when "I" tried giving an unusual order, (I don't remember what order it was, but knowing me it could be something like "act like a chicken" or something), The person stops, looks at me, and says something like " I was just pretending, you know?) Bam! Woke up instantly. Don't know how I felt. Kinda like a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and maybe the feeling of getting blue-balled? It's funny how the one I remember the most is the one that I kinda feared about....

As for the Lucid dreaming, I don't really get it. What's the deal with nightmares, more energy and such? Can you possibly explain more?

Well, it didn't really feel odd while I was in the dream. I mean, I'm not scared of blood (or, at least, hardly scared), so the amount of blood didn't bother me. And, while I was on my "dream rampage", my mind was kinda clouding the faces of my "victims" (I don't know if what I'm saying is clear...). Maybe not seeing the "dead faces" prevented me from feeling guilt or waking up ? I don't know, really. Heck : it felt really fucked up writing it down. When I was trying to remember it, I was like "Heh. Strange. But it's a dream, so it's ok". I can't remember it very well, sorry. Q_Q

You might be onto something, though. I just finished high school, and I'm going to study medicine. The thing is : teachers in uni are not as close and available to students as teachers in high school. And, of course, I had never been to uni before today. So, that dream might have been a way for my mind to materialize my stress ? Or something else entirely ?

This isn't an MC dream like my others, but last night I had a dream that pink and pokemon girl died and when I woke up it took me 5 minutes to realize that they didn't actually die and it was a dream. Lol

I had this dream last night, and most of the details are very fuzzy, but here it goes...
I chat with a girl online and end up meeting her for a hypnosis session. She's an animal girl (I forget what) with white fur, and she already has two slaves, Samus, and I believe the other one was Cynthia from Pokemon. Both of them are completely naked, standing straight, with their arms at their sides, and eyes wide open. Anyway, she hypnotizes me and I can't remember the rest, except for it being sexual stuff.

I had a dream once that I was a hypnotist, and I was hypnotizing a really cute and short (around 4'10") brunette with blue eyes, with my pocket watch. She was wearing a pink tanktop, blue shorts and white sneakers without socks. Gradually she became sleepier and her eyelids became heavier and she became a bit dumber until her eyes closed and she let me play with her Size 5 bare feet freshly out of her sneakers.

Last night I had a few hypnotic dreams. I really should have written them down... By now I can only remember the one in which Ron Perlman was my step-dad? That guy gives me the kind of "please don't hurt me" creeps, hate to say. I think it's his overly pronounced jawline. Or the murderous role he played in Sons of Anarchy. Yeah ok no it's probably the latter.

Like, mail-man comes to deliver a package and I'm like, yeah it's for my step-dad, and RP comes out and puts an arm around me, hypnotises the fuck out of the mailman (drooling mess n everything) to forget he was there and I know I'm under RP's thrall as well. Idk he was a really good hugger. Nothing sexual. I'd probably have rejected the fuck out of the dream had it gone any further than hugging.

Looking back I'm rejecting it, but at the moment itself idk... the hug was the kind where you just sink into warm marshmallow y'know? It felt really loving, and quite posessive. It was nice.

<<hypnohub.net/post/show/38...easts-brown_hair-chizurus|This manip>> of mine was based on a real experience I had where I dreamt about a new co-worker (who was extremely pretty and had bright green eyes, like the girl in the manip) where she and I hugged. After the dream, her and I became close enough friends that we would regularly hug. Neither of us are the type to hug many people, so this, in a way, implied to me that she gave me the dream as a way to prepare for her hugs. Ever since then I've half-jokingly believed her to be a succubus.

I had one sometime ago, where three Japanese girls were taking turns having their way with me. Despite that I couldn’t understand them I did everything they wanted me to do, and I couldn’t stop myself. (Not that I wanted to.) I can only assume one of them had assumed some form of mind or body control over me, because I did my best to move at some points but my body refused to respond.

One of them rubbed he breasts up and down my body and told me to hold still as she teased me. The second felt bad I guess, and gave me a BJ to relieve the tension. She also was a really good kisser. The third one rode me and rubbed my chest while she did it. Just rubbing in circles until she told me to hold her hands as she rode me. We came at pretty much the same time, and when she pulled me in to kiss, it was suddenly just me and her on a stage with no audience. Then we just laid there out of breath for 15 minutes before the dream ended.

I actually slept in 30 minutes later because of that...

I remember a while back I dreamed I was back in high school, and we had a new teacher for one of our classes. Most of the guys seemed to like him a lot, but a lot of girls found him pretty off putting. Over the course of time however, that began to slowly change.
I remember being in another class when he somehow got my phone number, and without me noticing, I somehow accidentally sent nudes to him. Apparently this happened to half the other girls in the class, and one point, we accidentally called him "daddy" in the middle of class. This warranted giving us detention, and after class, where he eventually brainwashed us, making us strip down, and before long, we were utterly obsessed with him.

I have a lot of mc related dreams. Hell, I remember it was a dream that got me into hypnosis, so maybe I'll share a couple more in the future.

I had recently two cases of MC dreams :

1) I got forced to wear a sort of big black device (like the very first portable phones) around my neck and a sort of white combinaison, and was "shutted down" multiple times thanks to that strange black thing, especially to take me on some places. Then I woke up in an hospital with a bunch of people including Susumu Hirasawa (one of the biggest japanese music artist and composer, founder of the band P-Model and Kaku P-Model, it's solo revival), who actually looked not so much scared, like he had to do this multiple times. We were told we will all have to go though some medical exams. Was a bit scared and dazzled at first, but it turned pretty funny especially with Susumu Hirasawa's strange cameo.


2) I was for this time with the JoJo part 5 protagonists (it was cool chilling with them.) There was a whole affair with a secret metro in the city and we had to somehow go spy on it.

Idk how it was doing then but it ended up by Fugo being hypnotized by the main guy behind the secret metro thingy, by touching his forehead with his fingers and moving them in form of a spiral (guy which was later revelled to be a pokemon dressor for a pokemon who has petrification powers... Yeah it made 0 sense).

Some of the crew were also affected by the hypno-attacks, such as myself or Bucciarati, but it was less intense and less worse than Fugo (some were not even by contact).

The poor guy was clueless when he felt the evil man (let's call him Paul) starting to put his fingers on his forehead. Very quick he was strugling so hard to not fall for Paul's attack, it almost drained all his strength, and it was difficult to tell if Fugo was trying to resist at least a little bit or if he was already in trance.

He was barely aware of his surroundings, and barely able to even form sounds (he did "answered" when Narancia, a bit cofused, was calling him, trying to make him snap out of it) At the end, he was so enthralled Paul had to hold him a little so he could stand up, not without great difficulty (he was trembling like a leave).

His face was literally gold. Fugo was melting away, making a similar face to Dio Eraclea's from that episode of Last Exile when he gets brainwashed, but much more melty, sweaty, and trembling, as the fight between his mind and Paul's fingers massaging his fronthead exsausted him.


I don't remember how all it ended, but I think Fugo was put in a bed (as dazed as before), while Paul and us (especially Giorno) were chatting. At the end he seemed more a friend than an enemy, but there is one morale in this story :



It should have been me, not him (Fugo) !