I believe I have some input on this subject.
I am a bartender for a living. I have committed to a nocturnal schedule. In addition, I am a habitual marijuana user. As a result of this lifestyle, I am subject to an almost nightly (daily) dream FRENZY. Most times I sleep, I dream long and intricate dreams. Sometimes, I have two or more full length experiences like this. What's more, the dreams are vivid. As vivid as the experience of writing this post...or you reading it. They are easy to remember in some detail. Much easier than my dreams before this lifestyle.
As of yet, I cannot acknowledge to myself that I am dreaming when dreaming, which is a current project of mine. I've started asking myself a few times a day if I'm dreaming, so that perhaps the question will carry over to my dreams. The problem in practice always seems to be that the dreams are as real as life. So if I did ask the question, my answer would be no. The absurd moments still don't cause me concern, as my in-dream self accepts them completely.
Anyway my point is, I believe this is happening to me because I live almost completely opposite to my bodies constructed intent. I dunno...you know?
The best dream I ever had involved an alien invasion, and the only thing that could stop them was music.
The whole thing played out in third person like I was watching a movie. The whole world's armed forces were tying loudspeakers to everything and blasting AC/DC wherever they went. I distinctly remember standing on the bow of an aircraft carrier that was sinking at a huge angle titanic style. I had a Flying V and shredded the Freebird solo as the end if the ship rose into the air, flying saucers melting all around me. I smashed the guitar on the deck right before it sank completely and when I hit the water I woke up.
It was [I]fucking amazing.[/I]
Dreamed that satellites orbiting Earth projected images with lazers, revealing a 3D holographic mothership in the sky, an imminent alien invasion.
The sound of the mothership seemed to come from the sky, but the sound and their voices were broadcasted globally inside our heads.
The atmosphere's layer of sodium was used as a giant projector screen for this mothership.
They trapped us in anti-gravity and they had a mind control program that changed up our demeanor and wiped our previous memories.
I tried to warn the people that they were holographic fakes, and that the real invasion were a secret ruling force of those who came to be the rulers of the whole Planeta.
But then I was lifted into the air and had my mind wiped and reprogrammed.
I had an interesting lucid dream last night, probably the one with the most control over myself ever. I was in my neighborhood walking home and when I realized that I had no reason to be outside I became aware that I was dreaming. Usually the first thing I do when this happens is try to see if I can fly, and this was no exception. I flew around the block a few times and then one of my friends called out to me. After that, I decided to see the limits of my flight abilities by going down to the trolley station near where I live and racing the trolley through the tunnel. I won easily and then stopped in midair over the platform. This is something that I had never managed to do before, as usually when I stop flying I start falling at about a foot per second, but this time both my feet were planted solidly in the air. I celebrated by doing the MC Hammer dance because nothing, not even the ground could touch this.
[QUOTE=Mr. Face;38504035]I [i]still[/i] haven't lucid dreamed.[/QUOTE]
Keep trying and believe in yourself, if you go to sleep thinking "I probably won't get one tonight either" you will never succeed. A large, if not the largest part about getting a successful lucid is having strong will, motivation and attitude with minimal doubt and "i will never get one" thoughts. Getting that subconscious to work with you is important
[editline]19th November 2012[/editline]
It's actually quite tough to motivate oneself and have strong belief in one's impending success, it's usually a superficial thought, and in the meantime you keep thinking "i won't succeed anyways" somewhere deep inside you even if you don't completely realize it yourself. Gotta get to the very roots and really change your attitude into expecting a successful lucid, which can be hard.
I had a dream that my dad was super sayian and his arch nemesis was Vegeta. But Vegeta was fucking [url=http://maddox.xmission.com/]MADDOX.[/url]
what the fuck are you doing, brain
Those few that have received their Remees have said that its build quality is absolutely top notch, and apparently it's also incredibly comfy. Too soon for people to master using them though, so no functionality reviews yet
Here's the web config system, it's quite an ingenious way to set it up.
[url]http://www.sleepwithremee.com/config.php[/url]
[editline]20th November 2012[/editline]
Except this one - Remee [I]actually gave him a false awakening on his first night.[/I]
[quote]Just woke up (4AM) to the flashing LEDs. Right before I woke up I became aware of the dream, or at least thought I did. I really thought the remee might go off at any second so tried to reset the settings (still not actually awake yet), I tried to wake up and went to look outside my window; it was sunny and bright. I kept thinking it failed but next thing I new I really did woke up to the LEDs flashing. When I looked at my clock, it was 4AM. This might take some getting used to. I'll need to test it for a few more weeks.[/quote]
:v:
[editline]20th November 2012[/editline]
that is what I meant by several nights of tuning the settings, he had the LEDs way too bright and ended up waking up from them after the false awakening.
I have the reoccurring night terror at least 3-4 times a week. It's not exactly the same every time but it usually ends the same. I'm flying in a single engine prop plane by myself, practicing landings and other maneuvers. As I go in for the last landing my engine cuts out and no matter how hard I try or what I do I can't get the aircraft to stay stable and it goes into a spinning stall and I can't recover. Right as the aircraft hits the ground I wake up. I'm sick of waking up in the middle of the night sweating and scared shitless. Anyone have any suggestions for getting rid of it?
I keep having these recurring dreams of saving people. Resuscitating two girls from drowning. Saving a little girl from a flood by simple holding her above the flood while I was submerged (that's some pretty gold logic, right?) and managing to save my little cousin from choking after she decided to shovel a bunch of small plastic things into her mouth.
Now... these plastic things might not have been "PG", but I'd rather not know what they were.
I think my subconscious spoke to me in my dream a few nights ago. I could hear the voice but I can't remember what it sounded like, and there was a black haze on the periphery of my vision when it spoke. Weird.
I cut someone into two pieces with a knife in my dream yesterday, I watched the man struggle with his intestines dragging behind his upper body... I woke up and was deeply disturbed, what can this dream mean? I'm still quite scared, it's as if the image of the man got burnt into my mind and I can't seem to forget it.
[QUOTE=manian112;38530887]I cut someone into two pieces with a knife in my dream yesterday, I watched the man struggle with his intestines dragging behind his upper body... I woke up and was deeply disturbed, what can this dream mean? I'm still quite scared, it's as if the image of the man got burnt into my mind and I can't seem to forget it.[/QUOTE]
I believe that this is simply a way for whatever dark things you have hidden in your mind to come up without having repression. What I mean by this is that your brain seems to have an understanding of the difference between dream and reality. When people are angry, they usually have dark murderous thoughts in their head, but they never truly want those thoughts to come out. You freaking out about this could simply mean that you do not want your thoughts to become reality.
[QUOTE=zenhorse;38531089]I believe that this is simply a way for whatever dark things you have hidden in your mind to come up without having repression. What I mean by this is that your brain seems to have an understanding of the difference between dream and reality. When people are angry, they usually have dark murderous thoughts in their head, but they never truly want those thoughts to come out. You freaking out about this could simply mean that you do not want your thoughts to become reality.[/QUOTE]
Ah, well my steph-father has been acting like an asshole lately and I wanted to beat him up pretty badly... But what I find very strange is the utterly gruesome way I did it, I mean I slowly cut him up, letting the intestines just drag behind the poor guy when he tried to struggle away, I could say it was even a bit traumatic... After that I hid my face with a mask of sorts and woke up... What could it mean that I wanted to hide my face in the dream?
Had more fucked up bright colored dreams lately.
People say it's a sign of shizophrenia.
I've been having weird dreams lately, last night I was blinking up the worlds tallest tower and anchoring myself onto the building with a sharp-ass sword, but looking down revealed that the tower was on a beach? With the water crystal clear along with a slight hint of blue, calm waves and rolling hills that made up the area between the sandy beach and green hills.
It was a tranquil area but there was fighting going on, however i can't remember anything more to save my life.
I had a dream last night where I was with my girlfriend, but then the next glance I took it wasn't even her and we were at some massive shopping centre where everybody told my actual girlfriend that I was cheating on her.
She cried loads and broke up with me, and it ruined my entire day. :(
Had a dream that I was exploring an underground sewer system with some other guys. We found an old crypt (you can see where the dream's heading) and the crypt's door was broken. We entered. There were several stone sarchopagi, one of which was completely smashed and the insides were spread out on the floor. Ashes of a cremated body. A large ash urn had fallen from the broken stone sarchopagus. They belonged to some dead lady from the 1700s.
At this point I got serious chills and told the others that this is wrong, we should get out of here, this isn't good. We ran out of the crypt and continued onwards the sewers. But one of the guys shouted to me, "look behind you!" and I looked. Obviously, it was the ghost of the dead lady which had been awoken by us, a translucent, blue tinted ghost with a horribly distorted face that was running behind me and kept coming closer until it reached my face and made me wake up.
[QUOTE=manian112;38531152]Ah, well my steph-father has been acting like an asshole lately and I wanted to beat him up pretty badly... But what I find very strange is the utterly gruesome way I did it, I mean I slowly cut him up, letting the intestines just drag behind the poor guy when he tried to struggle away, I could say it was even a bit traumatic... After that I hid my face with a mask of sorts and woke up... What could it mean that I wanted to hide my face in the dream?[/QUOTE]
Probably you wanted to let your rage out on him, but never wanted him to find out. Now that he saw you kill him, and you came to realize your actions, you were consumed with guilt, so you had to hide your guilt from everyone else. Usually people who murder someone on impulse realize what they did, and they are consumed with guilt and hide from everyone else.
Yesterday I was listening to music heavily, and last night, I started to hear the music really vividly in my head. After a while I couldn't feel my body and couldn't see. I think I might have been getting a LD. I'll try it again tonight, might not work though. I'll update later if it works.
[QUOTE=BearsAteMyCat;38462611]A long time ago, I had a dream where I was on a wide open stone plaza made from stone slabs, either naturally yellowish in hue or made yellowish from the moonlight. It was elevated about 20 metres off the ground, and was surrounded by a dense pine forest, as if the plaza had fallen down from the sky as a single block and settled right there where it had landed. It was night, but the plaza was lit by moonlight. I was in the middle of the massive empty plaza and I looked at my surroundings. Behind me was nothing but the edge of the plaza after about a hundred metres. To my left, I saw a tall Aztec (or Inca or Mayan?) temple. From the entrance at the very top of temple poured down a great staircase with wide steps. It was all colored in the same yellow that the rest of the plaza sported. In front of me, I saw more or less the same as behind me, but high up in the sky, there was the source of the yellowish light: a colossal moon, taking up at least an entire fifth of the darkness enveloping the heavens. When I looked to my right, I saw something that might cling on to my memories for as long as I live.
It was a huge, thick tower, made from some kind of red brick, which gave an overall disturbing and foreign quality to the building. Think bricks, except Aztec (Inca? Mayan?) in architectural style. There were no curves on the sides or faces of the building and the edges were sharp. There were floors, each separated by a level of protruding bricks with spikes decorating every corner. All around the outer facades of a floor, there were various, subtle details surrounding glassless windows. Oil lamps hung next to openings, telescopes jutted out from some, rugs and cloth of intricate design hung down against the tower from others. The tower was or had been inhabited, and seemed like it could contain millions of people, if not more, since there was one more aspect about that tower that I haven't mentioned yet. One that frightened me.
It went on forever.
Through the sky, past the moon, beyond the stars, straight into infinity, it stood still and unwavering across time and space. As I looked at it, I felt an emotion that I still can't aptly describe. I felt like what you would feel when you think of infinity, like what your brain feels when confronted by a paradox. Pure incomprehension. Without words or voice, that emotion told me something; that the tower had been there before time had begun and would still exist long after existence itself would cease to be. That the tower was not just the very embodiment of time and existence, that the tower [I]was[/I] time and existence. That every question ever asked was answered there, in its infinite libraries of infinite knowledge. That every possibility you've left unfulfilled waits in the tower to be lived by you. That everything that has been and has not been, will be and will not be, could be and could not be and [I]is and isn't[/I] were in that tower.
Then I woke up and noticed that I had only slept for five minutes during my snooze. I've never had that dream since, but I hope to have it again some day.
Preferably [I]before[/I] I die.[/QUOTE]
I've had dreams about goat tower as well, brother.
anyways, what is this Reeme thing?
[QUOTE=No Party Hats;38546055]I've had dreams about goat tower as well, brother.
anyways, what is this Reeme thing?[/QUOTE]
[url]http://sleepwithremee.com/[/url]
Watch the video and you'll get the idea.
Been having dreams with the same kind of theme for bloody ages:
Water systems, torrents, resevoirs, sewers, things of the like. Damms and flood gates are a favourite it seems.
Quite often the bodies of water are under filled, or even empty, but it usually involves me really trying to fight against the flow, only to fail the second I wake up. The structures are much more often man made than natural. The water also often leads to a long dark drop, a creepy grate, or heaven forbid a turbine.
I've had a pretty strong aversion to turbines and underwater sucky shit for most of my life, but i've got nothing against regular old water. These dreams are almost always unpleasant, but i'm not especially bothered by them, just wondering if there's a probable cause.
Dreams are weird
My girlfriend has nightmares about her, me, or one of her close friends dieing every night. What could that mean?
[QUOTE=No Party Hats;38546055]I've had dreams about goat tower as well, brother.[/QUOTE]
Have you ever...
[I]been inside?[/I]
[QUOTE=one free man;38550288]Been having dreams with the same kind of theme for bloody ages:
Water systems, torrents, resevoirs, sewers, things of the like. Damms and flood gates are a favourite it seems.
Quite often the bodies of water are under filled, or even empty, but it usually involves me really trying to fight against the flow, only to fail the second I wake up. The structures are much more often man made than natural. The water also often leads to a long dark drop, a creepy grate, or heaven forbid a turbine.
I've had a pretty strong aversion to turbines and underwater sucky shit for most of my life, but i've got nothing against regular old water. These dreams are almost always unpleasant, but i'm not especially bothered by them, just wondering if there's a probable cause.
Dreams are weird[/QUOTE]
Whenever man-made structures appear in my dreams they always have a very grand scale going on, in-fact thinking about it now that huge tower i mentioned in my last post might have been the Combine citadel.
Had a dream that I found a gun that fired beams of happiness. Looked like a generic toy laser pistol. When you shot someone with it, a transparent beam connected the gun and the person and the person would go into an extremely happy mood, like the best days of his life.
I went around giving people happiness and also when people asked me for it I beamed them some. But then people wanted it more, and more and more, my gun overheated and a little receipt came out of the side that said "for cooling down an overheated happiness pistol, 20,10€ charged from your account".
So I couldn't fire it a lot or else it would overheat and I'd get fined. But these people were acting like drug addicts, they wanted more and more happiness and they started chasing me for it. They were like in a trance.
Dream ended when I had to kill one of them with a real pistol because he was getting violent in order to get his happiness boost.
[editline]24th November 2012[/editline]
It started off so nice but ended in a bloodbath.
dreams: drug simulator 2012
don't do dreams, kids
I had a small nap I just woke up from, it was some strange and bizarre Battlefield 3/go karting game thing that I was in, but the weirdest thing that the Facepunch mod Banned User was there. He threatened to ban me when I passed him, of course. Most of the dream was boring and unmemorable, but I'm still a little freaked out that someone I've never really talked to was there (or at least his avatar and a generic male voice, I never actually saw him). Maybe it was because I was staring at his avatar earlier
Also I'm patenting a Battlefield 3 go-karting game
[QUOTE=Orkel;38569115]Had a dream that I found a gun that fired beams of happiness. Looked like a generic toy laser pistol. When you shot someone with it, a transparent beam connected the gun and the person and the person would go into an extremely happy mood, like the best days of his life.
I went around giving people happiness and also when people asked me for it I beamed them some. But then people wanted it more, and more and more, my gun overheated and a little receipt came out of the side that said "for cooling down an overheated happiness pistol, 20,10€ charged from your account".
So I couldn't fire it a lot or else it would overheat and I'd get fined. But these people were acting like drug addicts, they wanted more and more happiness and they started chasing me for it. They were like in a trance.
Dream ended when I had to kill one of them with a real pistol because he was getting violent in order to get his happiness boost.
[editline]24th November 2012[/editline]
It started off so nice but ended in a bloodbath.[/QUOTE]
Any remee news?
[QUOTE=MuffinZerg;38585805]Any remee news?[/QUOTE]
Mine got sent on the 18th, but USPS appears to be slow as fuck when it comes to international orders so according to their tracking it's still being processed in and departing from various facilities. Went through Bethpage (NY), then Springfield (MA), then through Jamaica (NY) etc. Just waiting for it to actually leave the country.
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