Dreams are really strange to me. I don't remember my dreams all that often, but when I do they're rarely good. Or rather, it's rarely just good. They're very strange but I can honestly say they are some of the most realistic experiences I've had. It's odd how you can live more in a dream than you can in real life sometimes.

One time, I was at my elementary school, and our class was going to the library. My elementary school crush and I split off from the group though. We went outside instead. The playground was transformed; strange huts and bridges on stilts of metal had replaced the playground equipment. There were things below them, things that had teeth and scared me. We went up into one of the huts and there were a couple of laundry baskets full of clean clothes. My crush said he would keep watch, so I went and burrowed into the laundry baskets and got all comfy. But alas, soon after that, I heard the door get busted open and some guys came in and kidnapped my crush. They didn't see me of course, because I was in the laundry baskets. My view went staticky after that, like an old TV. When it cleared, there was a cartoon monkey in a clearing in a bamboo forest. An older monkey, gray beard and glasses, came out of a hut in the clearing and said something about being a monkey's uncle. Laugh track plays and it fades away.

One time, I was sleeping over at someone else's house. It was kind of scary because it was really dark and quiet, but there was a nightlight nearby so it wasn't that bad. The light was even a pretty blue. But something wasn't right, the place was too empty, and my bedding and I were the only things around. Something was walking down the hall. Something was coming to get me. I woke up. It wasn't there. The light was less blue now, yellower. I woke up again. Over and over, I kept waking up, and the nightlight shifted from that pretty blue to an angry red. The shadows started stretching up the walls, clawing and screeching. I was crying and cowering under my blankets. Then, I woke up. It felt like I had been screaming and I thought I was still dreaming. It was real this time, though. It was finally real.

One time, I ran away from home, terrified of the shadows that had emerged as twilight approached. The shadows were killing my dad and step-mom, throttling them in the living room of our house. They had even murdered my cat. I ran to my school, middle school at the time, and the shadows chased me. There were a lot of my friends there too, they had heard about the shadows. The school was safe and they couldn't get in. Only staff or students were allowed in though. I heard about all the people who were scared or dying; I noticed all of my classmates who were missing. I knew what I had to do. The shadows really only wanted me; I was the cause of all those people's suffering. So I left the school, and went to the shadows. They... assimilated me, basically. All of the people they'd taken and killed I could hear them all wailing and feel the anguish of the dead. It was like sinking into deep water, the weight becoming so heavy that you can't breathe. I think that was one of the first times I cried from a nightmare since I was little.

One time, I was walking through a particular hallway on the second floor of my middles school. It was like I was walking on a Mobius strip, because I would get to a certain point and reset. I kept walking past different people, classmates, acquaintances, people I didn't recognize, fictional characters, family. Everything shifted then. I slid down into a massive ball pit and there was an announcer talking about these two girls fighting or wrestling. Everything after that was a blur, and then I woke up.

One time, I was in a snowy field outside some apartments. I was barefoot and it hurt like hell to be dashing around. I had to dodge the snowballs, though; it was me against everyone else. Then the YouTuber TomSka came over and let me sleep in his apartment. It was oddly bright, but very warm and being there gave me the feeling of having been snowed in. I woke up to find that my feet were hanging out of the blanket and freezing.

One time, I had a dream with no setting and no real people. It was cool and the lighting was mediocre and gray. It looked like there was a giant gray curtain blowing in the wind the entire time. The people were just voices and vague impression of personalities or thoughts. I was suddenly super handsome, and everyone else who didn't exist thought it was pretty cool. One guy said I wasn't though and was very rude about it. I told him he was just jealous I looked better in a waistcoat than he did. Oddly enough, we had to got to prom together. I don't think either of us wanted to, but we did anyway. It faded to black and I woke up before the actual prom happened.

One time, I had a dream in sepia and the style of old cartoons. I was trying to get to Mickey Mouse, but the hills kept me away. They were like a treadmill almost, rolling towards me without allowing forward progress. It cut away from that, though, as if to give a better perspective on the animation in 3D. I woke up feeling overwhelmingly sad, though with no apparent reason for it.

The only recurring dream I've ever had was one of falling. It is nothing but the sensation of falling until immediately before I wake up, leaving me with the sense that I barely missed the ground. I haven't had one in the past two years though...

What do you dream about? Is it good, bad, weird? Dreams are supposedly a reflection of the subconscious. Who knows what you could be trying to tell yourself?