I had a dream the other night, that I went to Disneyland with my family ( We did go in February) the only difference was, my crush and her family came too, it was how you expect a trip would go, but one distinct that I chose to remember, was me and my crush were on the bridge just looking at the castle, I looked at her and told her " I told you I was gonna take you here one day!" (I guess it's because she's a huge Disney fan, we talk about their movies a lot".
Pointless I guess, but I thought I'd share because it left me in a good mood when I woke up.
A couple nights ago I had a dream that I was eating waffles. I woke up to find myself eating my pillow.
I once had a dream when I was 5 or 6 that people in my town were mysteriously turning black and chasing after me kind of like in resident evil 4.
Does this mean that I'm subconsciously racist or something?
This has more to do with sleep and not dreams, but I woke up about 30 minutes ago and I guess I ended up in a bad position because my arm was completely unresponsive. No movement , no feeling, nothing. It's happened a couple of times before so I'm not really worried and even have some fun attempting to lift it higher and higher as it woke up. It got near-vertically over my head when suddenly my forearm flops and I get hit on the top of my head quite painfully. Turns out my forearm was much slower to wake than the rest of my arm and was still dead weight.
[QUOTE=Melkor;37336699]A couple nights ago I had a dream that I was eating waffles. I woke up to find myself eating my pillow.[/QUOTE]
My pillows are always wet due to the fact I drool over them like a feral beast that hasn't eaten for years. It's always like there was a humongous storm in my bed.
I usually drool alot too, then I turn around and half of my face is wet.
On the other hand, I had a REALLY weird dream tonight, not sure what happened anymore though. (Something with tacos!)
I had a dream that there were spiders in my shower. Like, a fuckload of spiders. And they were putting themselves in to weird pyramids, chains and fractals
Also I had a dream about some sort of RPG/Zelda game that looked really cool.
Also I had the recurring theme in my dreams of there being a cheat code in Zelda games that makes him say desu when he attacks :v:
Last night I dreamt I was offroading in a big truck from a 3rd person perspective. Then it morphed into my playing Monster Truck Madness (haven't played that in probably 10 years). Minecraft was also involved at one point. Minecraft is a common reoccurring theme in my dreams even though I rarely play it. Another one that I was staying at someone's house but I had to run because their dad was coming home early. I was pissed because I forgot my hat.
I also dreamt I was sniffing one of my friend's previously worn pair of underwear. That was weird.
I tend to have 3 or more different dreams every night...
I remember this one dream I had, I couldn't have been more than four. Being from that long ago I only remember the final part of it, but that part might have been the whole dream. I was sitting in where my living room was, on my dad's lap. I think he was reading a book to me. Suddenly, i'm pretty sure he went kind of limp, and for some reason I knew that there was a gigantic spider under his shirt, talking to me. Of course I ran away, under this gigantic warped bookcase. Then I woke up. Now that I think about it, I think I know why I had that dream. At the time my mother was having a heart transplant, and maybe the spider was kind of an embodiment of my fears of her dieing.
My brother left for college Sunday, last night I had a dream about visiting his new apartment. Guess the meaning of that one is pretty obvious.
That marks the 5th entry to me journal this month, man my recall slipped badly.
Wow, last night I dreamt of me singing "You Fuckin' Did It" over and over again for hours on a stage where there was no one in the audience.
It used to be my favorite song, but now I never want to hear it again.
Lately my sleep schedule has been extremely messed up so I haven't had the most regular sleep. However, my dreams have been really weird in a symbolic way. The other night I had a dream in which I was blind in my right eye and went through an ordinary day like I normally would in the waking world, except I had to cope with only having the use of one eye. From shaving, to eating, to even walking my entire life was different.
I'm sort of curious as to what my subconscious is telling me in this subtle way.
I find that I lucid dream loads when seriously hung over. Don't know why. However I did have some bad lucid dreams that way, where I loose control and everything gets scary like shit and I can't wake up either, like being trapped in my own dream.
Once every other month for as long as I can remember, it seems as though I wake up in a psychotic state in the middle of the night. It usually consists of hallucinations and delusions.
For example, last time it happened I was convinced that I was being watched by an alien life-form in a higher plane of dimension, which then means that it could observe me, but since my biological structure of perception limits me to only perceive objects with three spatial dimensions, the alien life-form was hidden behind the physical properties of space. Then I received a telepathic message where it stated that I will be removed from existence because my physical extension to the next dimension proposed a threat to the cosmological property of holding space and time together. So I ran to my bathroom, locked the door, and begged for my life for 30 minutes.
Eventually I gathered the courage to open the door and cautiously look around in my apartment when I gradually started to realize I had suffered through another psychosis. It is strange that telepathy and higher spatial dimensions seemed so real at the time as I reject them both to fiction.
Edit: Forgot to mention that I was in such a confused state of mind that I actually didn't know how to open the bathroom door after I locked it. So I literally locked myself in my bathroom, with a big crack in the door as proof of the attempt to break out of this magical gate. Though I managed to open it like a normal human being as the psychotic state seemed to slowly lose its grip on me.
I wish I knew why this happens. Excess dopamine production during night-time? Inadequate production of the sleeping hormone melatonin during the night that maybe reduces the shift to dream phase which would mess with my ability to process emotions? Or maybe I have a couple of defective NMDA-receptors in my brain that causes simple partial seizures? Perhaps I have a defective gene that causes the brain from time to time to accidentally initiate electric activity in the wrong neurosynaptic pattern during sleep?
[QUOTE=No_Excuses;37349355]Minecraft is a common reoccurring theme in my dreams even though I rarely play it[/QUOTE]
Ditto. It's probably a combination of the pervasive sub-culture and the fact that its squared-off, 8^2 texture appearance is 'iconic' (which would lead to the so-called tetris effect)
I don't remember the details of my last night's dreams except for one thing. I remember laughing like fuck in a semi-lucid dream because of reading a book that was "procedurally generated" by my brain. Must have been trippy shit.
I had about 6 different scenarios last night. I'll pull the most interesting.
-Was at a garage sale and found an old HP iPaq the size of an iPad. It was like 2" thick too. Same garage sale, I was looking through a box of stuff and using CTRL+F in real life find what I wanted. Even though it was working I was like wait...this is impossible, so I decided I would have to invent a device to do it.
-There was a gorilla in our yard that was supposed to be tame but I didn't trust it. I kept trying to avoid it but it proceeded to latch onto my arm with its teeth and I couldn't get it to stop. I dragged it to my house and it somehow came off when I opened the door.
-I was walking towards a friend to eat some food and I tripped and nailed the floor. Everyone around was laughing. It hurt so bad I crawled to my friend and tried to laugh it off. Then I heard people laughing about other times I had tripped and fallen...stupid dreams.
Well, that was a weird dream last night.
I was on like an old aircraft carrier (like super old, rusty holes in it and stuff) and a nun parachuted down onto it and told me she'd give me money to go start a charity in Nicaragua. All I had to do was give her $100 and they'd ship me off. Apparently I thought this was a scam and I told her so and she immediately kicked me in the face and disappeared with a puff of smoke. Then I had to pee so I went to go pee and while I was at the urinal I decided it wasn't necessary (I guess) to pull my pants down so I just peed and peed and peed in my pants.
Then I woke and and magically I didn't ACTUALLY pee my pants. I totally thought I would have.
Man, no more soda before bed.
[editline]23rd August 2012[/editline]
[QUOTE=Memnoth;37355873]Once every other month for as long as I can remember, it seems as though I wake up in a psychotic state in the middle of the night. It usually consists of hallucinations and delusions.
For example, last time it happened I was convinced that I was being watched by an alien life-form in a higher plane of dimension, which then means that it could observe me, but since my biological structure of perception limits me to only perceive objects with three spatial dimensions, the alien life-form was hidden behind the physical properties of space. Then I received a telepathic message where it stated that I will be removed from existence because my physical extension to the next dimension proposed a threat to the cosmological property of holding space and time together. So I ran to my bathroom, locked the door, and begged for my life for 30 minutes.
Eventually I gathered the courage to open the door and cautiously look around in my apartment when I gradually started to realize I had suffered through another psychosis. It is strange that telepathy and higher spatial dimensions seemed so real at the time as I reject them both to fiction.
Edit: Forgot to mention that I was in such a confused state of mind that I actually didn't know how to open the bathroom door after I locked it. So I literally locked myself in my bathroom, with a big crack in the door as proof of the attempt to break out of this magical gate. Though I managed to open it like a normal human being as the psychotic state seemed to slowly lose its grip on me.
I wish I knew why this happens. Excess dopamine production during night-time? Inadequate production of the sleeping hormone melatonin during the night that maybe reduces the shift to dream phase which would mess with my ability to process emotions? Or maybe I have a couple of defective NMDA-receptors in my brain that causes simple partial seizures? Perhaps I have a defective gene that causes the brain from time to time to accidentally initiate electric activity in the wrong neurosynaptic pattern during sleep?[/QUOTE]
No actually that's just sleep paralysis/sleep walking. Fairly common. Although a 30 minute long one is a bit alarming. Any drugs or alcohol use?
(And excess dopamine wouldn't cause psychosis, it'd just make you happy and then probably sick and then happy again. And I can't shake the feeling you're trying to throw buzzwords around. Melatonin production wouldn't affect that at all. Inadequate production wouldn't cause psychosis either, it'd cause sleep deprivation in serious cases, and in not serious cases you'd probably just sleep for shorter periods of time. Also it wasn't a seizure, probably.)
I'll be honest, it sounds like you dropped acid and then imagined you were asleep. I've never heard of that happening to that extent, that seems...very unlikely.
also i would like to again express my concern that you're simply throwing buzzwords around, especially with how oddly specific your concerns got near the end. no one's judging you there's no one to impress so chill out.
Every sex dream I have seems to be with a man :(
I had a pretty intense dream about year ago, I was sent back in time to stop Hitler from initiating the Holocaust, I ended up getting taken prisoner but I eventually strangled that motherfucker. I wish I could remember all of it because it was pretty fucking intense.
One of my most memorable dreams I had about a year ago was that America had a nuclear revolution, without the rest of the world knowing. I had a camp (sleeping bag, camp fire, and a laptop with power and internet) that was about 30 feet away from the edge of a city. 30 feet in the other direction were train tracks, on the other side of those was a forest. After a few months of dicking around on the internet with a laptop that had power and internet somehow, a giant (3,000+ people) group had this train/car thing. I hopped on, and suddenly i'm on mars killing zombies. Then I woke up.
I had my first full lucid dream last night. This is taken form a skype chat so the 'detective dream' I referred too was one I told to my friends. Ill post that later.
The dream I had placed me into a forest, within about five seconds being in the dream I realized I was dreaming. So anyway, I remembered the things my friend said about my subconscious. So I automatically go looking for him. I eventually come across a clearing in the forest with a man standing in it. I go closer, and the man seems to be playing golf. Which is strange to me because I dislike golf. Anyway, he was a tall man, wearing a black suit. Note that when I was looking at him I was only looking at him from behind. He turns around, he was wearing sunglasses, his face looked... strange. It was mechanical on one side, almost terminator esque. But more like his entire right half of his head was robotic, his other side human. He sported a white beard, going over both his human and mechanical side of his head. He introduced himself as my subconscious. Explaining to me that hes glad that I finally decided to meet him as he used his golf club like a cane. He asked me if I knew where I was, and I said no. He laughed and said he figured I wouldnt. He put his hand on my shoulder as he brought me to the same exact city from that detective dream I had. He said that he thought I might recognize it. We were on top of a building, looking down at the area. We talked for a great while about my past life and my dreams. When I finally asked him why my dreams are so full of fighting, he explained that I long for action in my life. Which is why Im a thrillseeker, why I do risky things. Like owning a motorcycle, Or going skydiving. Or being very bold in school. I want action in my life. He explained this all while smiling and then he finally asked me one question "So, what do you want to do? This is a dream afterall." I thought for a moment, then suddenly I was on the train again, in the same exact position I was in at the end of my past dream. I had the coat on and the laser revolver in hand. I smiled as robots started to climb onto the train. The dream erupts into a fight scene between me and the robots. It was awesome. I slowed down time to kill two with one shot. I kicked one off of the train. I even cut ones head off with the robotic sword-hand from another. When It was all over and done with, I heard a famillar voice behind me. My subconscious. He asked me if I enjoyed that. And I said yes. smiling, He said.. something. But I dont remember. Soon after, I woke up.
Now, some of my friends are worried that the guy I met was actually my Anti-Sub, because of his whole 'two face' feature, one side of his body being robotic and whatnot.
What do you guys think?
I need some help, and I don't know anyone else who could have any idea what to do. So, since that sleep paralysis, I've noticed a strange thing going on. At random times, I will stop hearing things, then I still start hearing this repeated deep tearing sound for a few seconds before everything is back to normal. It was the same thing I heard during the sleep paralysis. Any idea if that is even related, or something about my subconscious or what?
I had a dream yesterday.
It started off with me inside a hallway. The ground and walls were made of stone, so I assumed I was in some really old castle of some sort. There was a door that opened into a balcony. The outdoor scenery was similar to Lost Izalith from Dark Souls, except without the giant dinosaur things and more buildings.
There were guards in the halls. They were pretty unremarkable. In one of the doors was a gigantic library, which spanned downwards about a half dozen floors. The library was pretty much a spiral. Eventually, I got to the bottom. I heard someone coming, so I hid for some reason. Some girl called me out. I forget what happens at this point. Then, for some reason, we were in a field, walking to a dock near a river. Eventually, we made it to the dock and got in a boat.
The river looked extremely similar to another one I've seen in a different dream.
Eventually, the river ended suddenly and we were in the middle of an urban area. I can't remember what happens next. Then, I was in a theater with a couple old friends whom I haven't seen in years. I woke up afterwards.
Last night, I had another dream.
I was inside a bookstore. They were selling a lot of fancy artbooks for really cheap, so of course, I couldn't help myself. I forget what happened for most of the middle of the dream. The majority of the end of the dream consisted of my dad asking me stupid questions that pissed me off.
I'm getting back into Lucid Dreaming after a bit of a stint away from it. The only thing that's going to disrupt my practice is my awkward sleeping patterns.
Ok, I don't dream of anything other than darkness, like pitch black darkness, like just sitting there in a black room with no lights on or. It happens for two minutes then I wake up the next day.
It has happened for three years straight.
Something I thought was really interesting happened to me the other day.
I was normal dreaming, and it was a bunch of male friends and I trapped in an empty shopping center with some giant millipede thing lurking around (we never actually saw it... we just sort of knew what it was and that it was there ... it was all very 'Dead Rising' style). Anyway, we were making a supply run and in my dream I realized that the air in the shopping center made people go insane, and friend #1 (numbering for threads purposes) decides to come and whisper to me; "(Friend #2) is going insane". Then as we raided a store for supplies, Friend #1 walks behind me and restrains me (It's a twist!), and Friend #2 shoots me with a revolver a little bit below my right kidney.
Now the interesting thing is, It went Lucid right before I was shot. When I was actually shot though, the dream went fuzzy, literally 'fuzzy' and I woke up moments later finding that the spot where I was shot in the dream (a little bit below my right kidney), was itchy as fuck.
So I'm sitting here wondering if I was shot because my brain was trying to create in-dream justification for the itchiness, or if I was shot and then my bodies reaction was to create an itch on that spot.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;37367051]No actually that's just sleep paralysis/sleep walking. Fairly common. Although a 30 minute long one is a bit alarming. Any drugs or alcohol use?
(And excess dopamine wouldn't cause psychosis, it'd just make you happy and then probably sick and then happy again. And I can't shake the feeling you're trying to throw buzzwords around. Melatonin production wouldn't affect that at all. Inadequate production wouldn't cause psychosis either, it'd cause sleep deprivation in serious cases, and in not serious cases you'd probably just sleep for shorter periods of time. Also it wasn't a seizure, probably.)
I'll be honest, it sounds like you dropped acid and then imagined you were asleep. I've never heard of that happening to that extent, that seems...very unlikely.
also i would like to again express my concern that you're simply throwing buzzwords around, especially with how oddly specific your concerns got near the end. no one's judging you there's no one to impress so chill out.[/QUOTE]
What you are perceiving as grandiose behavior is actually the result of autistic related dysfunction in the area of empathy, which means I have a really hard time with emotionally connecting with surrounding individuals. This means that I cannot simply conform solely based on empathy, since the act of conforming requires the use of empathy to completely understand emotional tones in speech and behavior.
The list containing my questions of speculation, have the sole purpose of eliminating them from concern in my mind. I find it's rather more pragmatic to ask questions than to have a delusional worldview.
I do take drugs on a regular basis, though I honestly can not find an empirical link between my use of drugs and those events. Mostly because I have had this since I was 6 years old I think. Also, the occurrences of my drug use and the sleep related inconvenience are too sporadic and mostly distant from each-other in time.
I thank you for responding.
Edit: I just looked up the word buzzword and, I can not put this in any other way but: It doesn't apply to me.
Having "oddly" specific questions is a result of my episodes of hypomania where I become fixated and research a single topic in social isolation. It just so happens one of those episodes made me study pharmacology and neuroplasticity, but I have not yet encountered an episode where I studied the subject of dreams, therefore I had to eliminate the perceived correlation before my mind starts creating abstract theories of a complex linkage or some shit.
I keep getting really bad nightmares. I'm always under attack or on the defense against something, but the worst part is that whatever it is that's attacking me in the nightmare never seems to even do anything. normally, a house I'm in (it's never mine, I always break in) is surrounded by zombies, who are pressed up against windows and scraping at the walls, trying to get in. they never manage to, but that doesn't stop the glass from looking more and more fragile with each passing second.
in my last one, I was being followed by something. it's difficult to say what it was. it was most certainly a ghost, sort of like The Grudge. the dream had two segments: in the first, I was locked in a car in the middle of an empty road on a very hot day with my brother (though he didn't look anything like my actual brother, and was in fact half my size). I knew I had been deserted by my family, but I couldn't tell you why. I asked him why he was here, and bloody popcorn started coming out of his mouth. he told me he thought I died in a car crash, but that I must have survived. I looked behind him, because there was blood on the windshield that wasn't there a second ago. I blacked out, then I moved on to the next part.
I was in a super-modern apartment, one side leading to a massive, stainless steel staircase, the other connected to an elevator that moved across a giant metal wall diagonally. I was with my family, who seemed somehow different to the family that abandoned me in the previous part. I told them that I was being hunted by something, and they seemed totally understanding, calling the police and everything. I looked out over to the elevator, and the ghost was on it. I cowered in the corner for some time (I couldn't say how long), and everything was just a blur until I found myself sitting in a chair with my dad, who was at some kind of control panel. it was the same apartment as before. he pressed a button and part of the floor opened up, like a big, hydraulically-powered door. I immediately got a sense that opening that door would let something very, very bad out into the world, and told him to stop. he did, then I woke up.
I'm always helpless against whatever it is that's attacking me, and I spend the whole dream panicking, the dream usually ending when I have a full-on nervous breakdown. I've had some very bad anxiety problems for a while now, but I've never gotten as bad as I do in the dreams. they seem to be increasing in frequency as of late, but I've got no idea what could be causing them. can anyone decipher my weird, panicky nightmares?
[editline]August 24th[/editline]
also, I take one melatonin each day. it doesn't really make me much sleepier.
I have no idea why I haven't involved myself in this thread yet.
The way I think is quite complicated, I recently found out I have a gene that I was born with which will cause paranoia schizophrenia if triggered.
Because of this gene I indorsed from my mother, (a schizophrenic) I am terrified to attempt lucid dreaming.
I've wanted to get into it but a couple of years ago I would go into panic attacks that would occurr daily triggered by "derealization" (severe doubt of reality).
I take medication for it now and have only experienced it twice this year.
Sometimes I can involve myself completely in dreams. I have found that most of my dreams have a common theme. (I am usually a similar copy of a main character in a movie or game.)
I've had amazing dreams that were Harry Potter/Lord of The Rings themed. (A mix of the two), Spyro, WoW, Minecraft, Half-Life, etc. as silly as that sounds they were incredible and very vivid though they were not lucid therefore I did not have to deal with derealization.
Basically what I want to know is if anyone has suggestions on how I can keep these dreams occurring nightly.
I do not want to lucid dream I just want more of these amazing dreams that I haven't had for over a month and would really like to recall them daily and experience nightly.
I love the way these dreams made me feel. It was almost as if I was absorbed by the dream and involved in a fictional story dealing with fictional problems and could escape from reality for a night.
[QUOTE=Memnoth;37379535]What you are perceiving as grandiose behavior is actually the result of autistic related dysfunction in the area of empathy, which means I have a really hard time with emotionally connecting with surrounding individuals. This means that I cannot simply conform solely based on empathy, since the act of conforming requires the use of empathy to completely understand emotional tones in speech and behavior.
The list containing my questions of speculation, have the sole purpose of eliminating them from concern in my mind. I find it's rather more pragmatic to ask questions than to have a delusional worldview.
I do take drugs on a regular basis, though I honestly can not find an empirical link between my use of drugs and those events. Mostly because I have had this since I was 6 years old I think. Also, the occurrences of my drug use and the sleep related inconvenience are too sporadic and mostly distant from each-other in time.
I thank you for responding.
Edit: I just looked up the word buzzword and, I can not put this in any other way but: It doesn't apply to me.
Having "oddly" specific questions is a result of my episodes of hypomania where I become fixated and research a single topic in social isolation. It just so happens one of those episodes made me study pharmacology and neuroplasticity, but I have not yet encountered an episode where I studied the subject of dreams, therefore I had to eliminate the perceived correlation before my mind starts creating abstract theories of a complex linkage or some shit.[/QUOTE]
I'll take your word for it.
What drugs? Certain ones tend to inflict long term subconscious damage. Them again, if it's happened since you were six, that's probably not it.
I am positive that if it's a chemical imbalance, it has nothing to do with sleep-related chemicals.
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