I dreamed that people were attacking the house. I have guns, but I couldn't find any ammunition. I was running around looking in every place where I could have possibly stashed ammo, but I found none, and I got increasingly desperate and frantic because they were almost inside and I knew I was going to be killed.
Finally I found one single .45 round on the floor, and I fired, but missed. The dream ended with me being killed.

>>25492371
Shit that sucks. /k/? I remember dying in every single dream as a kid/teenager I mean I woke up right before I died but still. Wtf is up with that? It lasted till I was 20 or so.

>>25492433
You can't actually process death, so that's why we always wake up just before dying in the dream.
I always used to fall/drive off bridges and wake up just as I hit the water.
and I don't really go on /k/ but I do like my guns.

>>25492535
I know of a guy who claimed that he often I think even about every day dreams that he dies and the dream doesn't end he just is there putting his organs back in his body for his entire dream in hyperrealism screaming and in actual pain and I think he even said that he could actually die and it would just be black and feels like dead. I actually have had dreams were I completely lose consiousness in my dream. It does exist.

>>25492605
I'm glad I don't have dreams like that. It sounds terrible.
The worst I ever got was dreams that would follow me into the real world. I used to have dreams where I would be in a familiar building, but it would have a completely different layout. And then back in the real world, I wouldn't be able to find my way around the building anymore.
Or I'd dream I did something and wake up thinking I'd done it, or the opposite. It was really confusing.
I remember a couple of times I had a dream where I was operating equipment and reading small text on a computer screen. It's highly unusual to be able to consistently read text like that, normally it scrambles or isn't the same when you look at it twice.

Long, boring, incomplete. Posting it anyway.

There was a facility, some sort of laoratory. We worked there, me and
this other guy.
There was a revolution. The people who ran the place were evil, so we
rose up against them and dethroned them. He led the revolution.
He was the one in charge afterward.
But soon after taking power, he began to change. Secret things were
going on in this lab.
I was still trusted by him. He himself let me in on
what was going on. He took me down into the bowels of the facility
where the horrible things were happening.
The first thing I noticed was the red steel. I see this often in my
dreams. Steel painted with dark red paint, which is old and faded, and
flaking away to reveal rust underneath. Despite its dullness, it still
manages to be vividly colorful in its own right.
The place was made with a lot of this red steel. The floor was stone.
Construction was going on, and the workers were trudging by me. Their
faces were blank and emotionless, and they walked with the steady but
jerking motion of zombies.
He walked ahead of me, hands clasped behind his back, dressed sharply
in a bespoke suit and shined shoes, walking among the zombie workers,
on a backdrop of red steel. Aloof, unconcerned with what was going
around us. And it was about to get concerning.
We came to a scene the likes of which I'd never witnessed before. A man
was hugging the wall, it seemed, but as I looked closer it became clear
that he wasn't hugging the wall, he was inside the wall. Part of his
body had fused with it, as if he had materialized partly inside the
wall. His arms and most of his lower body were completely within the
wall, swallowed by the red steel. His eyes showed nothing but dull
apathy. Paremedics were there, but not doing anything. Their
expressions were as blank as those of the workers.

[...]

>>25493403
I had been brought in as an engineering consultant, and we were nearing
the location where my work was to be.
It was a large chamber about fifty feet square, and very tall. At one
end was a wall about twelve feet high, above which was a floor of
concrete and the room continued for another twelve feet or so. The
walls of the room were concrete, but the short wall was red steel.
Workers had been trying to drill through the wall and had been
unsuccessful. I examined the wall. I reached out to touch it, but
instead of touching peeling paint, my finger hit a smooth, almost
frictionless boundary. Looking more closely, I saw a shimmering veil
sitting a couple of millimeters above the steel.
I refused to work with that. It was simply too weird. He left, at that
point. I continued to walk around this restricted space.
I saw other rooms, some with impossible shapes, filled with strange
machinery.
On one room, the door opened halfway up the wall of a large square
chamber with filthy water at the bottom. In the middle hung a
steel box the size of a room, suspended from every corner by hydraulic
pistons. The box shook, violently, in all directions. As I watched, a
worker attempted to jump from the door to the top of the box, and was
killed instantly.
The rest, after this, is fuzzy. But I remember running away with one of
the other employees, a girl who was there at the beginning of the story
but I can't remember what her role in it was. He would chase us. We
knew too much.