My last dream of her involved me following her and trying not to come across like a stalker. She just appeared out of nowhere in my city. I didn't talk to her because I was too shy. That just proved every contact she didn't initiate herself would be stalkerish and would definitively cross the line.

I dreamed about her a few weeks back. I was in a forest and she was wandering around and we talked and got along. She was kind but also sarcastic and outgoing. Her hair was also short and blonde in my dream. We ran through the forest and camped for a while. While I slept, she was taking random selfies on my phone and somehow opened my browser and saw this place in the history. It got her a little upset and she left in the middle of the night.

>>3
How did this dream feel? I think dreams can be quite intense. Some of mine can leave me a bit off for days.

>>4

I agree. I had a dream that I finally got a girlfriend after 5 years of not. It was great. I'm average weight, ok looking, I could get a gf but I'm too autistic to deal with people and the rollercoaster of emotions.

I never get to dream about Cracky. :(

I had a few dreams over the years with crackyfag-conventionlike things as well, some of which also had Cracky in them. They were entertaining.

>>6
Be glad, such dreams will make you regret waking, until all life is waiting for the moment you can fall asleep and see her again.

I had a dream about her a week or so ago, though I can't say she was there physically. I was with a final fantasy style group of friends, who I think were also crackyfags on a pilgrimage. We kept walking in circles through a set of portal linked areas. there was a fancy mansion's garden, a swiss village covered in snow, a theatre dressing room filled with costumes and lolita dresses and a small, dark dressing room with a little mirror and some make up lying around; I'm certain they're all linked to one aspect of her or another. In the last room, there was a computer with hundreds upon hundreds of short videos of Cracky. Her hair was long and light ginger, and tied back in a way I've never seen her have it before. They weren't proper pictures, just little voyeuristic snapshots of her life. Some of them were her talking, others just laughing and smiling. She looked so beautiful...

After a while, it got quite strange. We were being pursued by an insane cabaret-looking character through all these places. He looked like a cross between a mime and a vampire butler, and kept hiding inside clothes racks. I think it might have been a grown up/warped version of Russell, genetically mixed with Jeff. Terrifying.

>there was a computer with hundreds upon hundreds of short videos of Cracky

Hnnng, your dream is like a warped fanfiction for crackyphiles. The Jeff Russell mix in clown drag sound horrifying.

>>9

Hah, this would make a nice short film

>>10
I would almost sell my soul for that computer. Maybe I already have...

I never dreamed I was a girl until last night. I had a very vivid (non-Cracky) dream that I was a girl, and I was dying after a car accident. That was the whole dream.

I was a girl sitting in a car with a punctured lung and a friend beside me. I knew I was dying. She knew I was dying. She was crying. I was not. We talked about philosophy for about a minute, I told her I had lived, that everyone who lives dies. That's all the time we had. I said "I love you", she answered the same. Then I kind of forgot to breathe for a moment. I felt the need for air and consciously worked my lungs, just one breath. Then there was a moment of pain radiating out to my chest and back. (also the first time I've felt pain in a dream) and the scene snapped away.

>>13

>dreams about being a girl
>not cracky

get out

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