Es-Tut-Mir-Leid

It was about the apocalypse. I learned that there was someone who was basically hypnotizing this entire nation of people to climb to the top of a staircase that went into the sky, and then to jump off just before they reached the top; ending the existence of this nation/humanity. The person's reason for it was different than what they were telling people the reason for it was - it was a lie. Knowing that everybody was going to die for the wrong reason, I went insane but I couldn't get to the hospital in time.

I dreamt I took ecstasy. I kept dreaming "don't put me to sleep." The world was made of water, there was a rare red flower with an opal coloured gem being held around the roots. When it was cracked, a venomous, white, slimy clear snake came out of it. Everybody ran away.

Everyone went crazy after reading the diary of someone else. Standing speechless, confused, thoughtless, only had the need to die. There were people's childhood favourites (toys, blankets) that were sort of possessed and almost seemed to have the ability to kill them.

I was at a beach. Washing up on the shore were books labeled with subjects and inside, every thought I've ever had about or related to that subject. I got lost in the woods after that and I came across a path leading me to a small group of odd looking beings with eyeballs on their foreheads and on the back of their necks and designs painted across their chests and backs and arms. They made it rain with the books.

We were at some sort of camp? We had to stop Indians from destroying trains but before that me and a girl who was like my sister had to run but we were both weak and we both took turns running and carrying each other – she was stronger than me. We had to blow the trains up and they'd keep coming for us, they seemed nice but they wanted to kill us. We'd do those sorts of things and one day we decided to go see a movie (?) and it was 6 hours long in a department store/mall sort of place and before that it was an extreme water park waterfall thing where we'd fly down it and we had weird powers and then the movie began and it transformed but

I dreamt about a house. Every family that moved in, someone was chosen by a bad spirit who would dwell on the property, to murder somebody else. In the beginning of the dream, a woman who was eight months pregnant and bathing in the river found herself unable to move, and going into labor. She birthed her child under the water, who was a stillborn. Mourning her loss, the baby changed its shape in the water to an odd figure, which proceeded to devour her and never be seen again. The husband who came home that night lived many months distraught of his "missing wife" and eventually put the house up for sale. Some of the murders that took place

I dreamt we did mushrooms and ate morning glory flowers and i set a store on fire and then I realized what I did so I bleached my hair and ran ran ran ran ran up this building and it was so "lysergic" and the police woman couldn't tell it was me and I ran anyways and went on a bus to a theatre where there was a field and a sun

I dreamt that a girl died. She was at the beach, and got a bad cut on her leg, so she went with a friend to the parking lot to catch a bus there, and a car hit her. We were inside a tree. There were ghosts of dead children singing. Prisoners (in the 60's) were being made to narrate a girl's acid trip She was on the beach, a man was following her, but then he turned to smoke and disappeared, she walked up stairs into clouds A man interrupted the presentation, a prisoner, (he got in big trouble for this) he said "can I just say, you're too insightful for it never and too expensive for it twice, only once" then a girl outside drove away

I dreamt about a lake, leaving phones and things behind on shore/forgetting them, water, coming home, road kill on sides of the street. Building houses behind our house, the world overflowing with water.

I've been dreaming a lot more lately. Last night I dreamt I was at work, we were asked to all leave early because of an apocalyptic storm that was nearing that afternoon. They paid us all a few extra dollars depending on how long we'd worked there for. I had only been working there for a month and a half so I got paid 1.00 extra. I didn't have a ride home and the phones were down, so I stood outside with my childhood best friend (who does not work there in real life) and I smoked a cigarette while she was talking about how many people she hoped would die. The dream switched I guess, there was a man who walked by us at work but the dream fol