Ecofarm
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Dreams
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Narz
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I had a dream someone started another dreams thread. Sometimes dreams really do come true.
I had my first dream about CFC a few nights ago - I was OPing a couple of threads but for some reason couldn't post any words in the OP. So I had to go back and edit them and while I was doing that the first poster in one of them (with a pentagon-shaped avatar) reported me to the mods for empty OPs and ranting against nazis using a weird version of my real name. It probably transitioned into something else after that, most of my dreams do.
I don't usually read anything into dreams either - and in fact I've never had some of the "typical" ones like teeth falling out or being naked. Otherwise I forget them mostly anyway. It would be interesting to keep a dream journal but I don't have the time for it now, especially with my alarm always waking me up so abruptly.
I don't usually read anything into dreams either - and in fact I've never had some of the "typical" ones like teeth falling out or being naked. Otherwise I forget them mostly anyway. It would be interesting to keep a dream journal but I don't have the time for it now, especially with my alarm always waking me up so abruptly.
Ecofarm
Deity
The alarm is an excellent (if brutal) tool for becoming concious mid-REM, as a basic remberence exercise even with minimal lucidity. You can almost get lucid cause you're ripped out of REM. Especially on wakings when we drift in and out of sleep. Near-lucid dreams are vivid ones we remember. Many lucid dreams we can remember for a lifetime. Perm-store write and read memory.
dragonforce
Chieftain
its wierd I used to have a lot of dreams but I dont have any (that i remember) anymore
I gues I an now far-lucid
I gues I an now far-lucid
Narz
keeping it real
I've had semi-lucid dreams before. Often I realize I'm dreaming & can control the "movie" somewhat but not completely, another subconscious part of my dream still controls the "Matrix" but I can bend a few rules here & there. 
Ecofarm
Deity
Canibus supresses dreams. If you use it regularly, go 3-5 days without and suddenly you're lucid all over the place just because the supression is so severe. It's been used clinically for dream supression, as a cure for nightmares. So, weed costs dreams :/
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You want a citation?
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RomeoTheCat
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I have had this recurring dream where I am arrested for murder.
In the dream I always seem to think I had a choice but decided to kill this person. The arrest is scary. I kinda realize that I'm going to prison for the rest of my life....Then I wake up...
In the dream I always seem to think I had a choice but decided to kill this person. The arrest is scary. I kinda realize that I'm going to prison for the rest of my life....Then I wake up...
Narz
keeping it real
I can't sleep (or dream) on buses in the US either. I wish they had sleeper trains here like in Europe & China.
RomeoTheCat
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Another recurring dream I have is I'm on a hill with an M-60 machine gun blazing away at hordes of Chinese infantry rushing up the hill.
In the dream I blow them away like lint but there are always too many of them & they get past me & the dream ends.
I'm not sure how in the dream I know they are Chinese. It's just my dream so I know they are...
In the dream I blow them away like lint but there are always too many of them & they get past me & the dream ends.
I'm not sure how in the dream I know they are Chinese. It's just my dream so I know they are...
Ecofarm
Deity
It's the commies; mow em down.
Rashiminos
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Make love, not war.
Greizer85
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Hello fellow posters,
I too often dream of violence - or at least when I do, I often remember it. Perhaps the worst such dream was when killed my whole family & nearly all my friends & relatives, and felt the guilt about it, thinking it was real the whole time. Well it was a dream so it was a little hazy but still, when I woke up I've never been so relieved in my life. I too am silent and, tbh a coward nearly all the time in real life...
Anyway in the dream it all started when I was playing chess in the upstairs of my family's house with an old friend or, well more like an aquintance. No one really wants to know him. Said fellow was always pretty violent & unpredictable, but still it came as a surprise when he said the words that set it all in motion: "What happened to the green bishop?" - and I was like, "Huh?", 'cause all the pieces were black and white as usual. "I SAID, WHAT... HAPPENED... TO THE... GREEN... BISHOP!!??" I started to escape through the house when he started hitting me... Along the way more and more of my friends and eventually my parents appeared and came after me. At first some of them were on my side, but when the maniacs whispered a few words to them (I never heard them), they too started chasing me. They were using some sort of ropes to try and pull me closer, throwing stones & eventually even shooting at me... There was some pretty black dialogue too; I wish I'd remember some of it since it was quite good.
I eventually led them to a dark warehouse-type building where I killed/murdered most of them. I can't really remember much of it (thankfully); some I shot and some I stabbed, and some judt got lost along the chase. I only clearly remember murdering my grandfather. I was lurking near the roof in some sort of pipe-structure... It was a sinister, red darkness all around. The color of violence. He didn't see me but I was afraid he would and that he would alert the others... I did it with a knife to the throat and the blood was literally everywhere; one could say I was soaked to the soul. He was the last of the chasers in the immediate vicinity (don't ask me how I knew it, I just knew), and suddenly it came to me in full force, or so I thought... The realization about my deeds, although they were done in panic and/or self-defense. I sensed the police were already arriving. How could they ever believe me? Then I realized, some of them were plain murders and not panic or self-defense... The feeling was so horrifically bad that I wonder how a non-sociopath who murders someone can ever live with themselves... I now know I sure couldn't!
There have been many other horrible dreams that I remember from the past... I don't really dare interpret some of them. Only recently since I started keeping a dream diary have I been able to remember some good dreams, a few lucids even. In lucids though I have always the same problem that someone already described: I'm not in full control and I easily lose what little control I have - or wake up from the excitement of realizing that I can do whatever I like. Oftentimes I've also been so baffled at the accuracy of the lucid dream world that I've begun to doubt if I'm in reality after all, and not DARED to do some things in the dream because of that!
What can I say, I'm a cautious guy irl... So cautious that I've lurked here for 5+ years without ever posting a single word. 
Sometimes when a lucid starts I feel a terrible dread, like a thousand atomic stormclouds right there on your ear-leaf. It's kind of like sleep-paralysis but even worse. One time when I tried to create a naked chick (don't we all try that at first?
), I instead formed a horrible black/gray thing which I could sense held in it an endless amount of nameless doom all pre-packed just for me & served glacier-cold. It was like Cthulhu himself had appeared before me. Needless to say the lucid dream was ruined; I tried at first to control said thingy, but I could barely even look at it. Then it grabbed me, seemingly angered by my feeble attempt, with a mental grip that lasted a mental billion years, all the while laughing a laugh that would've made the Joker reconsider his career. "Soul-crusher" is no longer such a clichéd name for me... It was the past condensed & amplified I think; I've had almost nothing but regrets in my life so far. Luckily it hasn't shown up again, and I rarely sense fear in my lucids nowadays. Maybe it's to do with finally getting in a little less stressful situation in my life. Sometimes it feels like Stress is my middle name. 
Once after reading about Jung's ideas regarding dreams, I dreamt that time disappered, or 'altered'... I'm not sure how to put it really. It was almost as if there was another 'axis' of time, from 'left-to-right' in addition to the 'past-to-future' -axis. But even that doesn't quite cover it. Don't ask me to describe it cause I can't, except that it's scary. Well, upon waking at least. It felt more like a drug trip than a dream tbh - I suppose, since I've only taken drugs once and I didn't really experience time-dilation that time even though it was a psychedelic drug. ...Btw, NEVER take the first drug in your life alone in a large foreign city (on your first trip abroad!) in a run-down motel with paper-thin walls, after walking the streets of said city for 5 1/2 hours without drinking or eating in 28 celsius heat, and most imporant of all, know what you're taking and how much...
(Sorry for the monster post... Monster dreams required it.
And after five years of silence I think I can afford it. )
Peace,
Greizer
I too often dream of violence - or at least when I do, I often remember it. Perhaps the worst such dream was when killed my whole family & nearly all my friends & relatives, and felt the guilt about it, thinking it was real the whole time. Well it was a dream so it was a little hazy but still, when I woke up I've never been so relieved in my life. I too am silent and, tbh a coward nearly all the time in real life...
Anyway in the dream it all started when I was playing chess in the upstairs of my family's house with an old friend or, well more like an aquintance. No one really wants to know him. Said fellow was always pretty violent & unpredictable, but still it came as a surprise when he said the words that set it all in motion: "What happened to the green bishop?" - and I was like, "Huh?", 'cause all the pieces were black and white as usual. "I SAID, WHAT... HAPPENED... TO THE... GREEN... BISHOP!!??" I started to escape through the house when he started hitting me... Along the way more and more of my friends and eventually my parents appeared and came after me. At first some of them were on my side, but when the maniacs whispered a few words to them (I never heard them), they too started chasing me. They were using some sort of ropes to try and pull me closer, throwing stones & eventually even shooting at me... There was some pretty black dialogue too; I wish I'd remember some of it since it was quite good.
I eventually led them to a dark warehouse-type building where I killed/murdered most of them. I can't really remember much of it (thankfully); some I shot and some I stabbed, and some judt got lost along the chase. I only clearly remember murdering my grandfather. I was lurking near the roof in some sort of pipe-structure... It was a sinister, red darkness all around. The color of violence. He didn't see me but I was afraid he would and that he would alert the others... I did it with a knife to the throat and the blood was literally everywhere; one could say I was soaked to the soul. He was the last of the chasers in the immediate vicinity (don't ask me how I knew it, I just knew), and suddenly it came to me in full force, or so I thought... The realization about my deeds, although they were done in panic and/or self-defense. I sensed the police were already arriving. How could they ever believe me? Then I realized, some of them were plain murders and not panic or self-defense... The feeling was so horrifically bad that I wonder how a non-sociopath who murders someone can ever live with themselves... I now know I sure couldn't!
There have been many other horrible dreams that I remember from the past... I don't really dare interpret some of them. Only recently since I started keeping a dream diary have I been able to remember some good dreams, a few lucids even. In lucids though I have always the same problem that someone already described: I'm not in full control and I easily lose what little control I have - or wake up from the excitement of realizing that I can do whatever I like. Oftentimes I've also been so baffled at the accuracy of the lucid dream world that I've begun to doubt if I'm in reality after all, and not DARED to do some things in the dream because of that!
What can I say, I'm a cautious guy irl... So cautious that I've lurked here for 5+ years without ever posting a single word. Sometimes when a lucid starts I feel a terrible dread, like a thousand atomic stormclouds right there on your ear-leaf. It's kind of like sleep-paralysis but even worse. One time when I tried to create a naked chick (don't we all try that at first?
), I instead formed a horrible black/gray thing which I could sense held in it an endless amount of nameless doom all pre-packed just for me & served glacier-cold. It was like Cthulhu himself had appeared before me. Needless to say the lucid dream was ruined; I tried at first to control said thingy, but I could barely even look at it. Then it grabbed me, seemingly angered by my feeble attempt, with a mental grip that lasted a mental billion years, all the while laughing a laugh that would've made the Joker reconsider his career. "Soul-crusher" is no longer such a clichéd name for me... It was the past condensed & amplified I think; I've had almost nothing but regrets in my life so far. Luckily it hasn't shown up again, and I rarely sense fear in my lucids nowadays. Maybe it's to do with finally getting in a little less stressful situation in my life. Sometimes it feels like Stress is my middle name. Once after reading about Jung's ideas regarding dreams, I dreamt that time disappered, or 'altered'... I'm not sure how to put it really. It was almost as if there was another 'axis' of time, from 'left-to-right' in addition to the 'past-to-future' -axis. But even that doesn't quite cover it. Don't ask me to describe it cause I can't, except that it's scary. Well, upon waking at least. It felt more like a drug trip than a dream tbh - I suppose, since I've only taken drugs once and I didn't really experience time-dilation that time even though it was a psychedelic drug. ...Btw, NEVER take the first drug in your life alone in a large foreign city (on your first trip abroad!) in a run-down motel with paper-thin walls, after walking the streets of said city for 5 1/2 hours without drinking or eating in 28 celsius heat, and most imporant of all, know what you're taking and how much...
(Sorry for the monster post... Monster dreams required it.
And after five years of silence I think I can afford it. )Peace,
Greizer
4 dreams:
-It started out as something I was seeing, rather than something I was in. A couple of men paratrooped into France in WW2; one of them a John Wayne-type hero, the other a semi-weakiling companion. For some reason, the hero snapped his companions neck in a mercy killing. Then I started being in the dream: I don't know whether I was the hero guy, but he disappeared and I was there in much the same situation, but without his personality. I wandered through the woods, until I entered a town where the thick trees gave way to a street and 4-story apartments in the space of a few feet. Some random french resistance people popped up and gave me a German uniform, rifle, and 3 bullets with blue paint that was starting to peel off. I wandered in town for a while, then went into an apartment. Some French guy was yelling at me, so I shot his large plasma TV.
-I was living in a some kind of tool shop in a small city by a lake on a desert planet far in the future. My mentor/protector died, and I set out on a trip around the lake. After several adventures which I can't recall, I met some random girl and we went into a trip down into the underworld/place down by the lake or underground during night, and she died. After more traveling, I ran into her (ex?)boyfriend. He learned of her death, but let me escape. I returned to town, but he changed his mind and shot a missile at me from a thin minaret-type thing that walked around on small spider legs. My view followed the missile as it flew into a building in the city, presumably killing me.
-I usually have no control over my actions in dreams, but once when I was young I dreamt I was in a fancy dinner hall and realized I was dreaming. So I tried to open my eyes, but each time I just opened them to the same view of the dinner hall in a different color. Eventually I did manage to actually wake up.
-And, perhaps most alarmingly of all, I dreamed about playing civilization.
ugh
-It started out as something I was seeing, rather than something I was in. A couple of men paratrooped into France in WW2; one of them a John Wayne-type hero, the other a semi-weakiling companion. For some reason, the hero snapped his companions neck in a mercy killing. Then I started being in the dream: I don't know whether I was the hero guy, but he disappeared and I was there in much the same situation, but without his personality. I wandered through the woods, until I entered a town where the thick trees gave way to a street and 4-story apartments in the space of a few feet. Some random french resistance people popped up and gave me a German uniform, rifle, and 3 bullets with blue paint that was starting to peel off. I wandered in town for a while, then went into an apartment. Some French guy was yelling at me, so I shot his large plasma TV.
-I was living in a some kind of tool shop in a small city by a lake on a desert planet far in the future. My mentor/protector died, and I set out on a trip around the lake. After several adventures which I can't recall, I met some random girl and we went into a trip down into the underworld/place down by the lake or underground during night, and she died. After more traveling, I ran into her (ex?)boyfriend. He learned of her death, but let me escape. I returned to town, but he changed his mind and shot a missile at me from a thin minaret-type thing that walked around on small spider legs. My view followed the missile as it flew into a building in the city, presumably killing me.
-I usually have no control over my actions in dreams, but once when I was young I dreamt I was in a fancy dinner hall and realized I was dreaming. So I tried to open my eyes, but each time I just opened them to the same view of the dinner hall in a different color. Eventually I did manage to actually wake up.
-And, perhaps most alarmingly of all, I dreamed about playing civilization.
ugh
Gilder
Deity
Most of my dreams are just odd, things that my mind likes to accept as reality until the next day when I realize while doing something trivial. I usually forget most of them, and the ones I do remember I tend not to remember many bits.
One of my last few dreams involved me being over a friend's house and somehow his window gets broken. He tells me not to worry about it and goes away to do something, while I go to clean it up, something (I can't remember what) catches me in the act, tries to arrest me and I end up jumping out the window into a lake or river or something (which there is none at my friend's house).
From then on it just got odder. I drive to another friend's house in the middle of the night, and turns out no ones awake. I drive around the house which has changed from what it is in reality as well as the landscaping around it. Now it towers as a huge sprawling unorganized mansion, and is set into the the side of some hills.
I end up leaving my car there and somehow get back to my own house (still in the middle of the night BTW). Except it's not the house I currently live in, but an older one I used to live in. I arrive, enter and my sister nags me for forgetting to bring the car home, like it was something easily forgetable. Anyway, his parent's return my car and start talking to be my own, which is odd cause they should be sleeping and shouldn't be so awake and friendly.
The dreams ends with me going next door to a garage and watching three brothers beat each other up. Thing is, the old house I used to live in didn't have a next door neighbor with a garage or three brothers living in it.
The entire thing wasn't good, wasn't bad it was just.... odd.
One of my last few dreams involved me being over a friend's house and somehow his window gets broken. He tells me not to worry about it and goes away to do something, while I go to clean it up, something (I can't remember what) catches me in the act, tries to arrest me and I end up jumping out the window into a lake or river or something (which there is none at my friend's house).
From then on it just got odder. I drive to another friend's house in the middle of the night, and turns out no ones awake. I drive around the house which has changed from what it is in reality as well as the landscaping around it. Now it towers as a huge sprawling unorganized mansion, and is set into the the side of some hills.
I end up leaving my car there and somehow get back to my own house (still in the middle of the night BTW). Except it's not the house I currently live in, but an older one I used to live in. I arrive, enter and my sister nags me for forgetting to bring the car home, like it was something easily forgetable. Anyway, his parent's return my car and start talking to be my own, which is odd cause they should be sleeping and shouldn't be so awake and friendly.
The dreams ends with me going next door to a garage and watching three brothers beat each other up. Thing is, the old house I used to live in didn't have a next door neighbor with a garage or three brothers living in it.
The entire thing wasn't good, wasn't bad it was just.... odd.
Narz
keeping it real
Great first post Greiz, welcome!
aneeshm
Deity
Has anyone here ever had a recursive dream?
In which you dream, and realise that you're dreaming, and try to wake up. Then it seems that you have woken up, but two minutes later, you realise that you're still in a dream. I've had the experience once. In fact, when I "woke up" within the dream, I dreamt that I was in the bed, and that I was getting up, and so on down to the last detail of actually getting up. Rather unnerving and disorienting, if it happens to be a three-level dream.
In which you dream, and realise that you're dreaming, and try to wake up. Then it seems that you have woken up, but two minutes later, you realise that you're still in a dream. I've had the experience once. In fact, when I "woke up" within the dream, I dreamt that I was in the bed, and that I was getting up, and so on down to the last detail of actually getting up. Rather unnerving and disorienting, if it happens to be a three-level dream.
Greizer85
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How do you know how many levels it has?
Butterflies and all that...
I've had several such dreams. They can be annoying but not really frightening, and I usually quickly forget them. One dream I remember though: I was lying on a sofa and dozing a little bit, drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly I saw the outline of the sofa in the darkness; it was crystal clear but with inverse colors (kind of). I thought I had opened my eyes since I saw it, but couldn't remember opening them. So I did it 'again'... And there was the sofa, in the exact same position, but with the correct colors and environment. So it was like I had seen it through my eylids somehow. I know the most likely explanation is that something just 'clicked' in my brain for a while and the sequence of events got all jumbled up - but it's more fun to think that I had a premonition of my sofa.
Also, several times I've gone into the bathroom in my dream and proceeded to do what you normally do in a bathroom... And the laws of physics notwithstanding... Well let's just say that drowning in your own ahem, 'products' is not a funny experience...
Greizer
MagisterCultuum
Great Sage
Dreaming about getting up from a dream is rather common. Most of the time I've had such dreams were when someone woke me up to go somewhere (usually school) when I was still in need of sleep. I'd think I had gotten up several times before I really did. I haven't had such dreams nearly as often since coming to college and being awakened by an alarm clock instead of someone banking on my bedroom door.
Narz
keeping it real
I have them quite often (at least once every couple of months).
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