Warning: body horror (not really? better safe than sorry tho)

I was in a school of sorts, an academy, looked kinda similar to both a college campus and a movie/filming workshop. Black soft walls and grey carpet on the floor.

I was a latino dude, very athletic with a dry musculature (kinda hot, kinda cute tho) and I had a guy bff who was a black dude, his body as athletic as mine but a bit broader. We didn't really have dress codes (i was literally wearing a white shirt and jeans, while my bff wore a tank top and black pants), but we all had to wear our 'squad's' hoodie/jacket (which was black or white with opposite-colored, simple geometric designs and a big number somewhere on it)

The school was really big and was divided into Squads, the equivalent to Hogwarts houses but way tamer. Kinda a mix between those and military teams. Every squad wa...

I was a black sword, a katana, strapped to the back of a kid in an all black sheath. He was a good kid, but the city wasn't: small groups of people from gangs were all over town and they saw my kid as a perfect target for their thirst for amusement.

I don't remember how or when the kid found me, but i think it was by chance, like he saw me abandoned on the side of the street or leaned against the wall in a dark and damp alley. He was a diamond in the rough, a shining beacon in a sea of darkness, all he wanted to do was make his city less full of all this blackness.

I was just a sword, i couldn't do much to help, but i could talk to him. I told him that if he thought he picked a fight too big for him, he just had to put his hand on my handle and i will do my very best to be as dangerous and menacing as my shining black blade looked.

Warning: I'm a skeleton in this one, probably fine but better safe than sorry

I was a noblewoman that had died because of a genetic illness, failure of some internal organ probably.

I woke up in a dark and cold place that i didn't recognize, a circular crypt of some sort, and i was in the middle of it. It looked like there had been a struggle though i couldn't tell if it was old or recent as there were only broken skeletons laying on the ground I decided then that the necromancer that brought me back to life had to be either dead or captured or escaped who-knows-where.

As i got up i looked down and noticed how thin my legs were under the blue satin dress i was wearing, it struck me as incredibly strange as i had never been so thin in my life, but as i looked at my hands i understood the problem. I was now a skeleton. It didn't bother me much, at least...

A long-haired woman knight met a blonde tomboy girl warrior.

They become good friends and love to share physical contact, at one point they notice that the warrior can melt themselves with the other and become her armor and weapon; in time they become the perfect couple-knights: one fights and the other is her armor and sword. The sword has a copper handle and a blue blade made of runes that splits like a trident at the handle to make the guard.

After a fight with a giant demon of gluttony, they get separated because the sword wanted to save the people trapped in the building the demon was attacking and the knight needed to escort the fugitives in the underground bunker system.

Years later they meet again.

Warning: there's a serial killer and it gets gross at one point

I was born in a poor family. I lived my sister and my grandma, my parents lived in another country because of their work. I've been saving money all my life so i could commission a tailor to make me a traditional high-class two piece cowl so i could go into the richer part of the city to marry someone and move my family away from the slums. My grandma had one herself, but lost the class by marrying my grandpa.

My house was big but very run down, it had an entrance room with a big table cluttered with stuff and paintings of my family on the walls, we had a small living room, a kitchen that was more of a corridor and an upstairs. The upstairs was just rooms, me and my sister shared my parents' old bedroom, separated in the middle by a thin wall and a door, my little brother ...

I lived in a big mansion at the center of a vast green park surrounded by pine trees. On the inside, the mansion was decorated with ebony and mahogany furniture, the walls were covered with a dark red wallpaper and the shelves and tables were all full of small items and vases with flowers. The corridors were all lit by candles and candelabra that emitted a dim, welcoming light on the carpeted parquet floor and red walls, giving a gloomy but pleasant atmosphere to the mansion.

The building had three wings: one for the vast collection of books and tomes I collected over the course of hundreds of years, and the other three for three guests. The rooms all had very tall ceilings and long windows covered with deep red curtains.

The first guest was a middle-aged woman with jet-black long and curly hair, too weakened from her illness to leave her bed....

Warning: death and some gore I think

I was a monster/ghost hunter, a young guy (short hair, short jacket, tight pants, t-shirt) I had a water gun/bubble gun as a weapon, it had the possibility to mix the saint water with monsterbane herbs. I was a newbie, there was a young girl more experienced than me (black hair in two round buns, gothic lolita dress with black/blue silk) she had a weapon too, melee, but I'm not sure what she had.

Ok story

Big robots attacked earth, thing that didn't happen in years because of a peace pact we made. They came with some feral dog-creatures and attacked earth alongside them.

The survivors hid in an enormous building, '90 theatre-like. I came in the place with an older man, my mentor, but we went our separate ways almost as soon as we entered the place. I wandered a bit and fou...

YOU SHOULD READ THIS FIRST. I mean, if you want to. No pressure.

A list of all the dreams I had.

Well, maybe not all of them, I dream every night lol, these are just the ones that have a linear plot

**There may be gore or heavy stuff here and there, I'll put warnings before every story**

-The grammar might be a bit off and i might forget to add a couple details, but it's because i write these as soon as i wake up.-

They don't have an order, none of them are related to eachother in any way.

Warning: death themes like ghosts and suicide

I was a ghost, a black teen boy with thick dyed wool clothes. I lived my afterlife in this big mansion with another few ghosts and an old lady we all called grandma.

The old lady and her husband were rich travelers who went all around the world and built this mansion to celebrate their travels and expose every souvenir and treasure they brought back from their adventures. There was a big library at the center of the house, with thousands of books filling the walls from floor to ceiling and all the labyrinthic shelves in the middle. Hanging over the rows of books there were bigger treasures like skeletons of dinosaurs and animals, flags and other similar things. This room had a smaller, round room as its entrance: this had a map of the world drawn on the marble pavement, ...

"How are you with pain?" "Well...it's my first time with a tattoo, but I'm accustomed to it," I touch my left wrist, looking down at the floor "Passed out a couple times because of pain, I'm no stranger to it." I look up at her and she returns my gaze knowingly "I can understand..." There's a heavy pause, then she adds "I have...I grew up without a mother, it wasn't..." She makes another pause, opens her mouth again but stays quiet. We just met, we don't know anything about each other yet we both know how much she and i hadn't had it easy, she didn't have to say anything more.

I take in a breath and put a hand on her arm, kind words ready to be spoken, but she beats me to it "Thank you... Not enough people would show they're made of glass"

She looks up and our eyes meet. Her hand comes up to wipe away a tear under her bl...

Merfolk from all kingdoms and queendoms gathered in a small circle of islands and mountains to wait for the awakening of the old gods. Most of the sweet water merfolk could shift their tail into legs for easier travel, the others couldn't. There was an old orca mermaid that befriended an old green lake mer that had moss and seaweed growing on her body. The old gods looked like small mountains, smooth stone covered in grass and moss with a line of trees growing along their spine, one was a strange stegosaurus looking creature with a heavy dull-horned head, another was similar but looked more like a long neck dinosaur, and the last was a shark with fins strong enough to let it walk on land.

I was a griffin girl thing anthro hybrid idk, i was free but a guy captured me and put me on display. The guy that got me was a monster hunter (dark blue long cape with fur border, lord of the rings kinda attire, brown medium hair and a bit of beard, had a sword and a magic crossbow that shoots spells in the form of darts; I can't remember if he gave me a name so I'm gonna call him Hunter) gave me to a rich man that put me in a bird cage (big as an apartment complex elevator) in the middle of his big fancy living room. I managed to escape twice, but the Rich kept the Hunter near just in case so i got caught both times. Apparently the Hunter had some beef with me but i didn't know why, i never met him before in my life. Later in the day, during a conversation with one of the Rich's maids, i found out that i was a beast of a creature once, and together with two fauns and a dragon hybrid like...

I was a goddess made of soft pink, solid light and I had just arrived on an abandoned planet. During my time there I explored cities in ruins, swam in the oceans to see old and rusty dead ships, flew over what must have been forests once, but were now scarred and burned by bombs and heavy, metal-wheeled contraptions.

Another goddess made of sky-blue light came on the planet, challenging me to a duel to win the planet we were standing on. I wanted to keep this abandoned world for myself, so I fought her, but the more she realized that I was going to win, the more her attacks aimed to kill me; I had to give up and give her the planet before I ended up like the ships I saw on the bottom of the ocean.

Warning: ghost kids or something idk

An old man in a wheelchair gathered all the souls of dead children he could get his hands on.

They became his personal army. The children were all given a uniform based on the kind of combat they specialized in (melee, gun, machine gun, sniper, scout) and a weapon that best fit them.

The protagonist is a 15 yro girl, blonde, freckles, with two short pigtails on the sides of her head. She is a gunner.

Her friend, male, slightly older, was a melee-er with stun batons.

The old man sought to gain his youth back, to do so he used the energy of the ghost children cores. He was tricky, if you accepted to be part of his army he will protect you and you won't go to the underworld, but in return he will take your core. 'It won't hurt, not for much anyway. Then you just have to do as I say and you'l...

A man, bald and clad in a complex, detailed and layered blue toga, was a cosmic siren. His celestial form was much less decorated than his physical one: yellow and mostly see-through, like he was made out of thin air and had the rising sun lighting him up from behind. His tail was simple, the fluke bare of fins with the exception of his caudal one, which looked as if made of silk.

A demon, quite the aggressive woman, wanted to leave her heritage behind and become something better than the infernal spawn she was born as. The man took her in and began to teach her the ways of his kin, and she slowly but surely made progress. Even her body was changing to accomodate the new energy that was flowing through her: her black hair showed soft streaks of white, her greyed purple skin began taking a warmer color, and her ridged curly horns were starting to smooth.

Warning: I die in this one

I was a god and i was dying. I was flying through space to find someone that needed my help, a planet that was sad and in pain and needed me to fix it.

I heard a plea for help from a planet i was flying by; it was faint and probably not the kind of help i was looking to give, but i was desperate. I wanted to live and that was probably the only chance i would get. So i took it.

I went to where the cry for help was coming: a school of magic and history, a rather modern building just far enough away from the city to not hear the noise of it anymore. I made myself look human so i would fit in, and went inside to find the person that was asking for my help.

I was greeted like any other student there probably had been, with a short exposition of the story of the academy and a key to my room.

Warning: death, possessions and implied torture. Have fun.

I was possessed by a demon, but exorcists freed me from it and killed the demon. The creature left me some of his powers, though i couldn't control them, and the exorcists took me in for testing. They didn't seem to see me as a human anymore though, in the span of a few days their tests quickly turned into torture, from which i eventually couldn't recover fast enough to survive the next session.

They left me in my 'room', dead on the hospital cot they made me sleep on. My older brother Iuri, who was also an exorcist, came to see me with a handful of other coworkers of his to decide on what to do. I loved my brother dearly and i wanted to stay by his side, so i possessed my own body.

I took a shaky breath and tried to sit up on the cot (which was very difficult to ...

Warning: decay

Guy 1 long dark, blue-gray straight hair, light iron and fur armor Guy 2 short blonde unkempt hair, leather armor, carries a bag with some small notebooks

Two warriors want to fight evil supernatural creatures and go to the Legion of Silver to train. They spent 3 years there and became very good at fighting those creatures and, like all the other knights, they always kill them on sight.

An old Hispanic monk/sage/fortune teller tells them that it's okay to want to eradicate the evil of those creatures, but not all of them are. They should concentrate on the individuals and not always on prejudices and generic knowledge of the creatures.

Guy 1 sees the world as white and black and takes this too seriously. He now never fights if he's not attacked first, but most creatures rely on mind tricks and not...

I woke up in a dark room illuminated by a faint light without a source.

The room was big and irregular, on the right wall there was an indentation big enough for a double bed to fit in and on the same wall, on the left, there was a rusted metal door; the left wall was empty except for a few photos and papers taped randomly in the center of it; the back wall was shorter than the others and it had a single, small peculiar window: I could tell that it was day outside, but the light didn't illuminate the room like it should have; I also could tell that the glass was transparent, to a degree, but it was still too opaque to see what was on the other side of it.

The last wall wasn't really a wall, but a large, pitch black corridor separated from the room by two stair steps.

I was trapped in this dream together with a friend and the only way to get out was...

I was a mermaid, I lived in the coral reef with my significant other.

One night, men from the dry land came in our ocean with boats and submarines armed to the teeth with weapons made for catching and killing our kind; they captured my other half and dragged her on one of the boats, away from my reach. I fought with all I had, but it wasn't enough; my companion was theirs now.

Driven by vengeance, I swam away; I passed over the destroyed reef, through the deep underwater canyon where the rest of my kind lived, through the vast territory of the Whales where the kelp grew so tall it reached the surface. Two Whales led me to the center of their domain, to the Eye of the Ocean; the deep, dark hole looked like the pupil of an enormous eye, surrounded by the green kelp.

I swam inside and woke up the Kraken.

Warning: gore

I was a prisoner in an Arena. My life revolved around fighting, I was one of the best. One day an inmate managed to break out of his cell and freed the rest of us.

As soon as I got out of my small featureless room I took part in the battle that was throwing the Arena upside-down, killing guards with the other fighters without holding back. With most of the guards dead, the former prisoners started running towards the big wooden door that was the exit, but I remained back; I had personal issues with the Guardian, the owner of that place. Blinded by vengeance and rage I ran through the Arena's large corridors, passing rows and rows of empty cells until I found him, then, without thinking twice, I stabbed him right through his chest with the two long claws I had in my arms.

I exited the Arena dragging the Guardian'...