Wow. The only time I have had an actively violent dream [=threat that became reality in dreams] was when I took some antidepressants [excellent stuff for my headaches]. I still remember the sock when I woke up from it.Originally Posted by Anonymous
Wow. The only time I have had an actively violent dream [=threat that became reality in dreams] was when I took some antidepressants [excellent stuff for my headaches]. I still remember the sock when I woke up from it.
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I have been having them somewhat frequently over the last year or so...
Tbis last one was bizarre like almost something out of Hannibal, but not quite so ‘serious.’
I don’t know, maybe I should just leave since it seems that that may be what’s...igniting these.
It feels really horrible and I wake up with my heart beating fast.
Usually I don't remember my dreams but this one woke me up last night.
I am back in school and I have one hour break. My friend (I don't know this person IRL, it was just a random tall guy with curly blonde hair) decides that we should go home and maybe eat something. Suddenly we're at my grandma's and he's frying some eggs. I ask him:
"What time is it?"
He tells me the time.
"And how much time do we have?"
"Ten minutes."
"Are you kidding me, we're going to be late!" I scream. "What do we have now?" I check on my schedule, "Oh no, it's P.E.! We have to go right now!"
He puts his fried eggs with the pan into my bag."Okay, let's go."
We make the 20 meters distance from my grandma's home to the school in 4 minutes and I decide that we're pretty good with time, but suddenly I'm stressed because I don't know where is my group and I'm not sure if I took clothes for change.
That's when I woke up all nervous and stressed.
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I can usually guess why I have dreams, but lately my dreams have been so bizarre and random, I don’t even get it. For instance, I had a dream yesterday about the kids show Lamb Chop that was on tv when I was little. I haven’t thought about that show in ages.
And here it is...
My girlfriend and I were vampire cultists on a bus tour around the country, and I was doing a shitty job of being a vampire cause I felt my teeth rotting and decaying and shifting about, while the gradually fell out over the course of the trip. The others on the bus tour were other cultist vampires and they were all either goth or just wore a lot of black (the leader of our cult looked like Morticia Addams).
So the bus broke down at one point and the band members (yeah we were a band too) had a falling out because this one British vampire that looked like Kurt Cobain had some relationship drama with Morticia's younger, edgier, more reckless sister. I was just sitting in the back pulling my teeth out one by one and occasionally glancing out the window watching Morticia's sister pull Cobain's hair and slap him; being on good terms with both of them meant I didn't want to take a side here, and to be honest I didn't care about their struggle.
Our plan was to take over Osaka (in midwest USA for some reason) and cut off their trade routes, stripping them of their morale and freedom. When the bus broke down and Cobain left we had to basically go on foot; I sped ahead, ashamed that they would see my lack of teeth and deem me a failure. Eventually we reached a sort of school/supermarket/radio tower hybrid and I instinctually knew what to do, as I had been through a song and dance in multiple dreams beforehand. I removed the sacred tiger from the divine ambulance in the building's basement and killed it in front of a large crowd, then retreated into said ambulance while chaos unfolded and the other cultists would take care of the rest.
I don't remember what the rest of the story was after that. I remember meteor craters and a coral reef but it was on land, but nothing concrete. I think I was betrayed at some point.
I don't remember in stark detail.. but Earth was invaded by some alien force? Disease? It turned you into another person. At first I thought the transformation was brief before it killed you but after I found out I might remain stuck with another brain for a prolonged period of time I became even more afraid due to the possibility of hurting people i loved because the new brain controlling me wouldn't care about them.
That's why there should be a prolonged dating period for new brains.
A few months ago I had the most vivid dream ever. I was in a fortress that I visited while in Italy and I walked into the gift shop where there was a mummy with a big chunk of gold in its mouth. Somehow a wizard's staff materialized in my hand and I tapped the gold which opened a portal in the wall. So I walked through and there was a path between two forests. I walked through and picked up a book and it showed pictures of dragons and what sorts of jewels they kept. So I put the book down and started walking down the path and saw various supernatural entities along the way. There were ghosts who looked like people's shadows running around everywhere, there were giant demons in black/purple cloaks and venetian masks flying above me, and there were these other creatures running around in the forest but I can't remember what they looked like. I woke up before getting very far, unfortunately...
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Dreams are beautiful and fucked up. They reveal so much about ourselves and absolutely nothing at all.
Powerful, emotional dream, which told me it is okay to move on. I looked into her eyes, kissed her and there was no guilt. It felt warm, embracing, and merging.
The night before last I had a dream and at the end of it I saw this holographic image of two guys being dragged by demons. The guys were literally holding onto emptiness and it's hard to describe what emptiness looks like because it's nothing. But anyway, the spooky part is that underneath the image there was the word "Folorum". And as soon as I woke up I went to look at what the word meant and I think it's the Latin word that means "of fools". I don't know a lick of Latin.
human flesh tastes like pork
I was in a college dorm with my newly acquaintanced roommate and we were playing board games. I remember that I wanted to seduce her but I needed to pee. So she went to sleep and I went searching for a toilet. I was in every part of the building but all the toilets were either broken, incredibly dirty, dangerous to use or lacked privacy. Finally I met a guy who told me where to go. For some reason he was speaking Italian. So I went to the deepest parts of the building I didn't even knew existed. I was descending and it was becoming tighter and darker but then I found a way up. The foul smell was replaced by a fresh scent of hay and indeed, I found myself in a haystack. I came into a dry, sunny meadow. Then I found a slit in the earth through which I had to walk. It was very narrow, about an inch wide but I just had to stick my toes into it, wriggle a bit and it would eventually absorb me. Then I found myself in the room that was oddly similar to my dorm. I asked a girl that was here if I could use a toilet but she said that it's broken. So I went back to the meadow through the slit only to find out that there is no haystack and I don't know how to come back.
That was when I woke up with a full bladder. So the most plausible interpretation is that dream was just my brain's creative imagery about me needing to pee.
What might pink iridescent glitter mean in a dream?
Oh, to find you in dreams - mixing prior, analog, and never-beens... facts slip and turn and change with little lucidity. except the strong, permeating reality of emotion.
I dreamt that I was jailed but I didn't know what for. At first I panicked and felt helpless, but there was nothing I could do but accept it. A woman tried to get into my cell but I didn't want to get involved in any more trouble, so I blocked the door while I could hear the guards shooting her down, killing her, from the other side.
Been having a lot of subconscious feelings making themselves known with their time in the spot light these past few nights. My parents disappointments in me, caring for my Mom like she were a small to toddler, my brothers separation from me, you know, the usual 4 AM wake up bullshit. Gotta love Lucid dreaming. Defrag the machine, erm brain.
What senses are active in your dreams?
The most common by far for me is sight. Then probably physical touch / sensation - texture and sense of movement mainly. Hearing tends to be more of an impression usually. Like when people talk it's more I know what they are saying than that I actually hear it.
I realized this morning that smell and taste are very rare.
Oh, to find you in dreams - mixing prior, analog, and never-beens... facts slip and turn and change with little lucidity. except the strong, permeating reality of emotion.
Yes it's interesting. And what does that tell about sight? is it the oldest and most developed sense? In everyday life sight seems to be the most important, it is "the world" and the other senses accompany it.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
My most memorable dreams are... well, I could almost call them symbiotic. It's as if I am a part of them. I know they are not me, yet I feel as if we are one and the same. Like, if there was a halfway point between being the player and the character in a video game. It's both you in point of fact yet it also is not in your mind. Even so, you're leaning hard towards the "it's you" possibility despite the fact you have a distinct sense of separation from that obvious fantasy that must have occurred in a dream...
Problem is, how, exactly, can we distinguish the most realistic and vivid dreams from reality?
I dreamt I was exploring a series of branching passageways. Their shape was what you would have if you took a wide door, dropped it into the ground, and swept it through the earth, excavating a trench as you went, but the trench had a glass roof that was level with the ground. The glass let in light, but it was partially covered with underbrush, because the passageways had been there for a long time.
The passageways were part of a large maze in a much larger field behind a house, and as I wandered through them closer to the house, the path suddenly branched into the dark basement of the house, with stairs leading up to the main floor, and I recognized the basement as being that of my grandfather’s house, and the passages that I was in as being a part of a basement maze that had terrified me as a small child. I had been afraid that I would wander into it and get lost, but now I was approaching the passages from a different perspective.
I realized that the maze that I was in was much larger than I had thought it was as a child, and potentially easier to really get lost in, but at this point in my life, I had more knowledge and greater resources, and so I felt confident I could follow that passage, associated with such terror in my childhood, out of the basement to see where it led.
I walked through the maze for quite a while, sometimes taking a left branch, sometimes a right, looking for the place it would exit into the air. But as I walked, it got later and later in the afternoon, and the light overhead got dimmer, and I felt heavier and heavier, as if a weight were growing in my chest. I came to understand that I owned this property and it was my responsibility to either extend the maze or abandon it. As my pace slowed and I felt I needed to stop and rest, I turned a corner and found my grandmother waiting for me, with her arms out to comfort me.
And then I woke up.
I dreamt I had magical powers, which didn't seem to have any practical limit. I used them liberally -- when I wished to talk with someone on a balcony above me, I'd levitate up to them. When someone told me I stunk because I hadn't showered, I erased their memory of noticing it and saying it, then made myself clean. I had a sense that these abilities made life easy for me, and I was unconsciously resented for it. I lived in something like a castle, I think, except there was no king or ruler that I was aware of -- everyone who lived there lived with the ease of a courtier, but also was involved in caring for the castle and grounds. Anyway, we were all to attend a feast outside in the courtyard, under a pavilion. Before the feast began, I was walking there, perhaps helping prepare it, and I noticed that beside every seat for the attendees was another seat -- which I knew would be there to hold an apparition of one of the seven deadly sins most applicable to the person seated beside it. Though I took pride in my magical abilities/near omnipotence, I suspected that my real sin was envy or greed, I think, but that nevertheless, since the conjuration of the apparitions did not actually have to do with the genuine personality of the person involved, but rather the conjurer's impression of them, I would be given pride. This supposition was proven correct; at the feast there appeared a monster that represented pride. Anyway, I was seated beside an attractive girl, and I flirted with her. It was difficult to read her; she had a clever look, and I felt that she could see through my attempts to seem natural in the social environment, and perhaps also that she was able to tell when I used magic to cover/redo small mistakes I had made.
After the event, I realized I had a responsibility I needed to take care of. There was an alternative dimension where resided a vampiric monster that reminded me of the villain in Coraline -- though I think mine just abducted people and drank their blood. I entered this dimension, and felt my powers muted. I think the resemblance from Coraline came from that the vampire resembled somehow an enormous spider, she recognized when you entered the dimension, and she at first tried to make the place more appealing to lure you toward her. Anyway, I was treated to a giant parade in a sunny, wide dirt road -- in my honor: an attempt, as I said, to lure me toward her; she didn't know precisely who or where I was yet. The people in the parade appeared to me as insubstantial; my abilities and experience here allowed me to perceive them for the illusions they were. I was on guard when I met the vampire. She (due to past experience) saw me as a "friend" (she undoubtedly would have consumed me if she felt able to, but treated me hospitably in the meantime). She was weakened, having been unable to feed freely for too long. She guided me to a bunk bed, where she had two naked older teenage girls (17-19, I'd say) restrained. They were her only prisoners; she'd been unable to trap more for some reason. I felt I was unable to free the magically restrained girls, or kill the vampire by force, and that my only option was to starve her -- trapping her in this dimension, and evading her long enough for her to die. Anyway, even though she tried to treat me hospitably, her hunger kept overcoming her, and she kept attempting to bite my arm, and I had to swat her aside.
So the vampire was trying to string out these girls to last, and keep her alive as long as possible. I watched her beat the girl on the top bunk with her spider leg, drawing blood and then drinking. When she finished, the girl, who had a hand free, masturbated -- apparently enjoying being beaten. Since I perceived that the vampire would kill these girls either way, I suggested that the vampire drink all the blood of the girl on the bottom to replenish her strength, while I'd eat the girl on top, then I'd help the vampire attract more victims. I suspected the vampire knew I didn't eat people to survive, but she agreed, not having many options, being wary of me, and wishing to remain in my good graces. More importantly, I knew that after she drank the blood of an entire person, she'd go to sleep a while -- and while I wouldn't be able to kill her then, it would give me time to think of a plan. After the spider-vampire killed the girl on the bottom and lumbered off to sleep, I climbed to the top bunk, and told the girl I would be killing her (I had to, since I couldn't free her, and the vampire would just become stronger by eating her). She was aroused, and asked me to torture her before I did so. So I beat her and bit her and was thinking about fucking her before strangling her. That's when I woke up.
I dreamed that I was in a large room in a house with many other people. Everyone was speaking a different language, but we could all understand each other. I remembered that, in the past, I had been a two-dimensional stick figure among many other two dimensional stick figures, each of us having a differently shaped head, drawn in different colors.
As human men and women, we were gathered around a large table in the house, drinking and joking, but outside it was growing dark, and we started discussing the enemy armies which were approaching the house. I climbed out an upper story window into a tree to see if I could see them, and in a flash I was transformed into an elephant on the ground, and I marched off to do battle with the oncoming hordes.
So, kids, when someone suggests the sardine and pineapple pizza at 11PM, just say No.
I dreamed that my LII younger sister had opted to get an operation that turned her into a centaur, back when it was popular to do such things, but unlike her friends, she had chosen to remain a human-animal hybrid after the fad lost its novelty. Her condition seemed pretty normal to me, and her BF didn't have a problem with it, but I thought it must be inconvenient for her to drive a car and I wondered how she ate enough to maintain her body weight.
I'm not sure, but I think this dream might have something to do with my having been stood up by an LII female on a blind date recently. When it became obvious that she was a no-show, I was surprised to find that I felt a sense of relief, since I actually found the ESI restaurant hostess to be much more appealing.
My subconscious might be telling me that it's better to be single than to be paired with a human-animal hybrid, I guess.
Yesterday I spent seven hours working one-on-one with an ESI customer on nailing down their requirements for putting a camera on a car, and I liked the guy more and more as time went by. I was making leaps of intuition about what the system should look like, and he was saying, "Have you considered this? Have you considered that?" He wanted to have every detail explained to him, while I had just leaped over a lot of those steps to arrive at a conclusion I knew instinctively was right. It was kind of tedious, but it was a very enjoyable and productive experience and I appreciated his approach, because he discovered that one of my leaps had completely overlooked something that would affect the outcome by about 10%.
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Last night I tried active imagination (close enough to this thread), so I'll post my notes on imagery that may or may not mean anything:
Focused on the image of digging.
Walking through underground caverns.
Holding a torch.
Needing to find a way in.
Sliding down a hole into a dirt-walled room (Alice in Wonderland)
Opening a door, bright colors shown.
Spirits leaving my chest/back/stomach and reentering through the head.
Flat shadow figures carrying me out of my room, through a door, into the heavens. Night sky, golden pathways. I am put in golden armor and crowned while sat on a throne.
Knight of Pentacles (or Swords or something else)
I am the Prince of Light (?)
These are rough notes and it was my first real attempt, so I can't guarantee that any of it has any truth in it. Really, I can't guarantee the whole practiced has any benefit in general, but I suppose it's best not to think that way while experimenting with it.
I recently designed a new infrared optical system and we bid on a contract to build it and send it into space, and we won the bid.
I dreamed I was in a stranger’s huge barn. The inside was probably five stories high and proportionally wide and was painted black. The stranger had a series of aluminum ladders scattered about, each reaching straight up from the floor to nearly the ceiling. There were boards laid between the ladders at various heights, and the stranger invited me to do gymnastics on the boards. I’m afraid of heights, but I climbed up anyway. Then I discovered that nothing was bolted together and it all moved around.
This contract could be very, very good or very, very bad.
i dreamt that i traveled through time and there was multiple clones of me being created constantly.
first dream i was hanging out with friends or something then i realised they were bad (can’t remember how but something seemed off?) my friend went out to party with them, later she called me crying and terrified in the middle of the night and asked me to call her an uber because her phone was dying. i did and she came home to my place-. the uber was this really cool expensive looking old car. we changed our identities for the bad guys to not find us but they still knew where we lived.
so i fled to another time period. i met a girl who became my girlfriend and we had sex on the roof of a house. she had a penis by the way. i got pregnant and we lived in her tiny apartment and i had the baby. on day there were knocks on the door. 3 clones of me came in wanting to talk. my girlfriends mom happened to come visit at the same time so it was awkward but we managed to not make it weird since the clones was on our side because they were us. bunch of other stuff i can’t remember now.
whenever a clone found me they were always happy to see me but i was reluctant to talk to them.
I’ve had a recurring dream in which I’m middle-aged and still in college, getting a useless degree. Like, still in college for over twenty years, not four or six. At some point I realize with terrible dismay that I’ve wasted my entire life.
I have no idea what this means, since I left school at 24 and my degree isn’t entirely useless. Maybe the part about wasting my life....
yeah I would say the school part just represents feeling of lagging behind or something that is undeveloped in life. It's just a fitting symbol for that state of mind. Interesting dream, feels almost archetypal, can definitely relate on some level.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
Dreams are extremely dependent on the context of the person. But I read this and I wanted to offer an idea of what it could mean.
It sounds to me that you might be stuck on this decision you had made in college to choose this degree, it may be disconnected to what you feel fulfilled by. Or even a choice that you had made in that stage of your life. Or there could be someone who doesn't see your life choices as amounting to much, like I said there are many factors that I have no idea about.
Do you frequently have feelings that you have wasted a large portion of your life? You said that your degree isn't entirely useless, that itself is an indication that you don't have that much faith in what you chose.
You are very perceptive, @ImOutThere.
I chose to take a degree in Astrophysics because it was both interesting and hard. Same reason I took a lot of high level math courses. Most things, I can learn easily, but some things I learn better in a teaching environment, and complex number spaces and quantum mechanics are in that category. And regarding the degree's usefulness, it actually is very useful in my daily work, which involves designing laser weapons and doing space surveillance. The degree was much better than an engineering degree. I learned all the engineering I need to know just by researching and doing it.
I do often think that I've wasted large parts of my life. I can't tell if this is just a natural subjective feeling, or if I could have done a lot better by doing something else. Most recently, I resent the fact that I wasted years of my life by staying married to my ex-wife after she moved out, entirely because I was loyal and I thought I could convince her to return. This, I now know, is a part of the LIE character which disregards things which are obvious to others in order to accomplish the impossible. I mean, that's why LIE's ignore advice sometimes which is obvious to everyone else, and why I now have a number of advisors who will do reality checks with me. An ESI might more naturally fill that role, but I don't have any ESI's in whom I can confide, in my life right now.
As for there being someone who doesn't see my life choices as amounting to much, Yes, my SLI Supervisor father thinks exactly that. Probably my SLI ex-wife and my SLI son do, too. Lol. However, I've stopped caring what they think and have moved on to caring about what I think.
As for what I really like to do, well. I like to buy and move machine tools. I also like to make telescopes. Both activities have been lifelong passions, and neither one will make me any money, so I do both as hobbies. Oh, wait. Another thing I discovered that I like to do is to have sex with introverted aggressor women who aren't that demanding of my time.
I also like to sing and get drunk with friends of both sexes playing guitars around a campfire on a beach at night, but I can't make money doing that, either. Those activities are definitely not time wasted. Work, on the other hand, seems pointless most of the time, even though it pays the bills. I try to hide that fact from the people I work with, but I think most of them suspect. They accept it because they benefit from my presence, and because I don't ask them to fake it, either.
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I dreamt that I was working at my job last night. Obvious interpretation is that I work too much. Maybe I'll have a more interesting dream tonight.
Dream last night:
There was a deep cave or spring going straight down into the ground. Filled with water. The water was pretty clear and I could see deep down in the cave when I looked down. maybe 10 meters or so. I was waiting for someone. Then when I looked into the water I could see someone deep down in the water swimming upwards. I got exited, the person was diving towards the surface and as soon as he hit the surface I grabbed him and pulled him out of the water. It was a friend of mine, I think, who had done some kind of mission in the cave. I don't know exactly what. It was free diving without equipment, and I remember a fascination for the deep water and seeing him diving through the tight cave.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
For the past few years, I get sudden flashes from dreams from over the past years during random moments throughout my day. They are dreams I would have thought were long forgotten and then they just suddenly spring up. Today I had it happen, although this time I saw the trigger, which was an image on a tv screen at a doctors office (often times though, I couldn't really say what the trigger was, just seemed to happen). Has anyone else experienced anything like this?
A quick curiosity of mine that's relevant here. How many of you can "lucid" dream? I mean, if you can influence your dreams somehow for any reason that surely will affect how one may seek to interpret them. After all, if you truly can influence/steer your dreams in a certain direction than that's a variable that must be taken into consideration. Why did you steer in that direction? Did you negate the darker paths so as to avoid experiencing a "nightmare" consciously and, if you succeeded, how were you able to?
Or did you try and fail for some reason? Succumb to despair because you hadn't enough faith or something? I really want more data on this front folks, it's a seldom even known about field. I mean, ask some rando on the street what "lucid dreaming" is. If you land an accurate hit within ten instances of you posing the question without them resorting to their smartphones I'll be legitimately surprised. Note: it's gotta be total randos, go downtown and ask that random person crossing the street or sitting next to you on the subway. Buy a bottle of mace beforehand though, I don't want anyone getting hurt gathering data on my behalf if they aren't able to give as good as they get.
It has happened, but not very often. Sometimes I've tried to do things like flying, but it doesn't always succeed. I don't have absolute control over the dream just because I become conscious in the dream. Often what happens is that I become excited by realizing that I'm dreaming and the dream "falls apart". As if my being conscious destroys the story line and the landscape. I start hearing strange sounds etc. Unpleasant feeling can increase, I might try to wake myself up.
Sometimes I've looked at objects in the dream and being able to see very clear details, and thinking to myself how amazing it is that I can see things this way even though I am inside a dream.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
A thing we often forget is that like seeks, and often finds, like. We of the upper bounds of IQ make the mistake of assuming that pretty much everyone we have not met are just like us by and large. Sadly, this is not the case. I had to explain what lucid dreaming is to my own mother for instance. They may understand once you spell it out for them, but they didn't know what it meant just because. I have a memory of a public school teacher when I was but a freshman in high school. He posed several questions to me. What's a Lycanthrope? A Bovine? A Lupine? A Feline? I answered flawlessly, and I shocked him in doing so. This, by the way, in an era before smartphones and broadband internet. I just knew the correct answer long before I conceived of the why. This kind of thing is why I believe I'm ansubtype ILI. I had no way of knowing what he was talking about from a logical/concrete standpoint yet I somehow knew the correct answer regardless.
A key thing I almost forgot to mention here, do not fall into the trap of looking down upon those who are "dumber" than you. The "village idiot" can and often will notice something your "big brain' missed and you'd best be able to realize when that happens. I may top my entire family on the IQ front, but I also know that Pride is the deadliest sin. I listen intently to their perspectives, because smart as I may be, I am but a fool before the true lord of all. I may have the biggest brain in the room, but that will only benefit me if I likewise have the smallest ego to compliment it.
For me, it's more concrete. Outright delete the nightmare and you will wake up. You know that fact though, and you wish to continue dreaming. Thus, you simply negate the thing about it that is inspiring fear. Can't kill you if it can't even reach you and even if it can if it can only give you a small jolt of pain by cutting your skin in a way that you've experienced countless times before than it is likewise a negated threat. Dreams occur within the mind, thus whatever happens within that space is only what your mind will allow to happen provided you can lucid dream. Might not want to "max out" that skill though. Fun is to be had in the chaos of merely steering the dream rather than outright dictating it
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@End have *you* gone around gathering data about the statistical probability of a person knowing what lucid dreaming is? Isn't that a thing most people know?
I don't remember dreams often, but their frequency increases the more I write them down, so I'll write this one down.
Two guys from my year, whom I'd been partnered with in Friday for lab, and I, were running and hiding from an unseen force. The environment was dark and gritty, and we were in what seemed to be dark alleys in a completely concrete jungle. At one point I got separated from the blond guy and was left with the brown haired guy. I like that one a little bit so I suppose that's why. Anyway, we were in a dead end and talked about how best to get to the place we were aiming for without being seen, and kept checking behind the corner to see if the Unseen Thing was coming. I have the vague sense that some man was dressed in feminine clothing? Then we arrived at the place. It was filled with people and there were a whole lot of easels and painting materials. My friends were there too. I felt safer. Everyone was painting. I wanted to paint something to impress others, so I started drawing blue and green scales on my easel.
The end.
Can you remember the vague shape of what you intended to paint or your intended message in regards to it was? I may not exactly remember my lucid dreams as clearly as I do my real life escapades, but I do remember the intent or at least what I was aiming for vaguely. Starting to think "Gammas" have a style and type of lucid dreaming that may well mark them as such. Spiritual yet also material in all the most relevant ways. Does our quadra form yet also destroy cults on the regular? I'm starting to think we do almost by absolute accident.
My dreams are always like reality (at least my body behaves as such: I don't fly, I can't run really fast, etc) but they sort of feel like an alternate reality where some parts of it are completely warped. They feel like a Salvador Dali painting.
I think I was just trying to paint a pattern of fish scales all over the easel. The size of one was about half my palm, and I get the sense that their only point was so everyone could see them and like them, and appreciate me for drawing that. Either that or I was trying to draw the thing that was chasing us, but I think I would have been less calm trying to do that.
I don't think how I dream would be considered lucid dreaming tho, so I probably can't count towards your mental tally
My dream world is pretty insane. A lot of symbolism, wild imagery (both light and dark), fantasy and mythical things. I’m glad I wrote some down and they are in one of my many notebooks somewhere. Large red moons, glowing orbs, golden rooms, underwater wars, fields filled with stars, dragons, frankensteinesque laboratories, sliding down never ending trees in the forest lol, making songs (which I put in my phone to remind me)... actually, I’m sad to say my dreams appear to be more “normal” lately.
Anyway, one of my strongest was quite simple, but I felt quite awestruck upon awaking:
I was alone. I was in a short, flowing white dress. I was walking parallel to a villa, I was in Italy. I was in the shade, but the villa was lit by sunlight. The villa has the cutout of a cross in the top of it. There were leaves on the ground. There may have been a tabby cat. I kept walking. It was quiet, it was serene. I came to the edge of what appeared to be a sort of cliff and was overlooking rolling hills of grass. There was just one group of autumn colored trees clustered in the middle. Quite simple, but I felt so at peace.
In another strong dream, my sister, after her passing, was pulling me into space. I was in outer space. She gave me a glimpse of what it was like to go into the “afterlife”. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my life. She told me this was what it felt like to die and enter the afterlife. She asked me if I was ready to go with her. I told her I was not because I had to stay on earth for my nephew, her son. I told her that something was telling me I would be much needed in his life.
I shared these somewhere else, but now that I found the dream thread I wanted to share them again. I guess they are my favorites.
Something else kind of interesting, my only dreams where I was being killed at the end (and then I woke up) were in black and white. Those are the only black and white ones I’ve had. The dream world is weird.
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