I don't remember any dreams from last night. :saddowns:
I've been attempting to improve my recall via mantras, because my brother is a banana fiend.
My problem is that while pseudo-meditating (controlling my breathing, becoming extremely calm) while in bed, ready to delve into my mind to talk to my sub and bug him to improve my dream recall, I just pass out.
Getting to sleep used to be a problem for me, but now I actually fall asleep faster than I would prefer.
I've been attempting to get to my sub in my visualization of my brain. It manifests itself as a giant office building, 30 floors tall. I found myself on the 3rd floor, amongst some cubicles. I asked for directions to the Vice President's office from a cube dweller, and happened to be on the 30th floor. I went to a nearby elevator, hopped in, and pressed the button to go to the 30th floor. It was the kind you can see the outside from. Outside, was an undistinguishable, constantly changing landscape.I only made it to the 10th or so floor.
Vice President is your sub
President is you
I have a similar metaphoric relationship with my sub only its pilot/copilot.
Sometimes I kind of regret the way I explained the sub/you relationship. I didn't emphasize the fact that they're both you well enough.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;29626855]Sometimes I kind of regret the way I explained the sub/you relationship. I didn't emphasize the fact that they're both you well enough.[/QUOTE]
Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads the explanation for the sub/you relationship on the OP.
I think I emphasized it pretty well, especially with the analogy.
Very disturbing dream about greece last night. Involved a crazy eco-nut.
I've updated OP on the topic of anti-subs.
Every time i try to call up my sc and as to try and reason things out, my as talks bad to me while my sc ignores me. my last dream's a bit fuzzy, but i've managed to put part of it into picture form.
I dreamed i was on a large cliff, not that far from the cliff in the highlander. I felt clear enough, so i called up my denizens. This is what happened. (I'm light blu)
[media]http://filesmelt.com/dl/random30.png[/media]
And then i woke up before i could ask it what it was that i did wrong to it.
[QUOTE=Oblivious1;29631290]I've updated OP on the topic of anti-subs.[/QUOTE]
Well...that's one way to do it, I guess.
I like that I've taken a backseat in this megathread. I don't mean that sarcastically, it's nice to just sit back and watch. I still feel like a weird teacher or mentor or something but you guys know enough now that I pretty much don't have to do anything unless a really odd situation comes up.
*sniff* You make me so proud.
[editline]5th May 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=xxfalconxx;29638839]Every time i try to call up my sc and as to try and reason things out, my as talks bad to me while my sc ignores me. my last dream's a bit fuzzy, but i've managed to put part of it into picture form.
I dreamed i was on a large cliff, not that far from the cliff in the highlander. I felt clear enough, so i called up my denizens. This is what happened. (I'm light blu)
[media]http://filesmelt.com/dl/random30.png[/media]
And then i woke up before i could ask it what it was that i did wrong to it.[/QUOTE]
Again, I want to emphasize that your sub/as/you are not different things, and they're all still YOU.
That being said, you're probably treating your life right now as some sort of weird self-denial. Most likely (and don't necessarily take my word on this, I don't want to be held responsible for any weird mistakes you make as a result) you're doing something (or a lot of things) that you don't really agree with deep down. Living a lie, lying excessively to someone, doing things you believe are wrong, etc.
That would be my suggestion. Try to fix that. Just live the best you can and, as hippy as this will sound, stay true to yourself. If you have problems with doing something or you think it's wrong, don't do it. (But don't be stupid and do something illegal, obviously).
But illegal things are where the fun's at.
jk
[editline]5th May 2011[/editline]
Anyhoo, now that I've caught spring fever like a giddy schoolgirl, I'm gonna try to get my recall back on track (AGAIN) and hit some more lucids.
Going to sleep now. Inform you guys of my subconscious wanderings tomorrow.
Now for the dream I had.
I was in Greece, in a place much like Olympia or wherever the Olympics were held. I was there was someone else, and I decided that I needed to go to the bathroom so I ran over to some sort of doorway. It led to a winding passage, with the ground like this: -_-, both sides raised with a grate over a lower part with water in it. I was dark, and evoked a mood sort of like a dank subway passage thingy. I got to an opening with a larger area of level, tiled-ish floor, and a bathroom I went into, and used.
Yet again I was outside, so I went back to the opening. This time, there were other people. There was some sort of Chinese food stand, the entrance to the bathroom (which was actually just an opening, there wasn't even a door) was next to it. There was an exit to the outside opposite them. This is when things started getting crazy.
Some imaginary friends were there, the ground was light brown dirt with white patches. This area was enclosed by metal fences covered with a type of fabric that prevents dust and stuff from getting through. I saw someone tall walking up to an opening in the fences. It was man wearing a reddish jacket, with messy hair. He seemed to be an interesting person at first, but then...
He started ranting. He said, "You know those white patches? Those used to ditches. Now they're filled with chemicals. Soon enough, it'll be the same, except with Mount Everest! And you! You're the cause!" He pulled out a belt of a club or a knife or something, and proceeded to chase me with it. I was scared shitless. I was running as fast as I could, screaming, jumping, until I woke up.
Some time around this dream (not sure if it was before, during, or after) I was in the dream version of a family friend's house. Whenever I'm there, it just fills me with this very strange feeling. I'm not happy, but I am slightly sad. It has a somber atmosphere, that generally makes me uncomfortable. I think it's my sub's way of helping me cope with the fact that you can't hold onto things forever.
It's not a normal size house, or even close to the design of their house in the least. It's massive, with only one floor. Besides the basic layout, the most memorable part is one specific room. It has double doors, with glass windows in them. Inside is large bed, and toys, and other various possessions. The room is sealed shut, in the exact way the occupant left it some number of years ago.
In other dreams involving this room, I could actually go inside, it was guest bedroom of some sort. I remember being extremely uncomfortable being in there. I'm guessing it where part of me lives.
[QUOTE=MrTilepy;29618796]I haven't had/recalled a dream in probably over two months now. Whenever I recall them they involve me getting stabbed or shot. Is there something wrong with me?[/QUOTE]
nah dude. just think, are you more likely to remember what you were wearing on 9-11, or the terrorist attacks? in leyman's terms, your brain is only paying attention when shit gets real.
Long-time lurker to this thread, first time poster. I had an especially weird dream last night.
So, it starts out me and 50 or so people, including some of my best friends, are playing something like AirSoft, but with real guns. I get shot a few times and it doesn't hurt much. A couple minutes in, someone throws a rock at me and my vision goes black.
You know how in movies how it will say something like "[b] 4 months later ... [/b]" or something like that when a lot of time passes? That's how time then passed. Apparently I was passed out for [i] Three years.[/i] Of course it makes perfect sense thanks to dream logic.
I wake up, it's dusk outside, there are still people playing AirSoft. I shoot someone in the back and he just turns around, smiles, and says "You're back!". I nod and go off. Someone I know personally is wearing my prized [i] The Citadel [/i] hat, and I ask for it back. Apparently people looted my body for the three years I was out.
The rest of the dream was a weird mesh of stuff I'm not getting into. It included people with underslung box guns with 18-inch holes in the middle. Apparently, they were the Spanish Army.
So yeah, that's it. Hopefully I can get lucid more reliably and have longer lucid dreams. Thank you Zin for all the Info you've given me. Peace.
So after a couple weeks testing, I found a solution to the slowdown people get in lds when they attempt to throw punches/fight/move fast: third person. It works, I used it a couple nights ago to fight a black knight. Just thought this might help.
Going to bed soon, gonna get to that 30th floor and own my sub in Call of Duty: Imaginary Ops. Or maybe Imaginary Fortress 2.
[editline]5th May 2011[/editline]
I wonder how this will work
Welp, just woke up.
Me and 2 irl friends were sailing and we all started singing "were on a boat"
Then we were eaten by an octopus.
In retrospect I did listen to the song about 5 times before I went to sleep.
Had a dream I got stamped in the face last night
great
I dreamt that I had cereals with chocolate, but I didn't, breakfast was ruined.
[QUOTE=Oblivious1;29609851]You perceive it as a dark being and believe it was evil beyond description. You even tried to convince us of its malevolence.
This is the price you pay for lurking under that very dark thought.[/QUOTE]
Well that is nice of you to say. I only held that opinion from experience. Some people.....
I remembered a great amazing dream last night.
I didn't get to wright it down because I was late for school fdfddfsdfafdsasafdfdfsa.
[QUOTE=xxfalconxx;29646006]So after a couple weeks testing, I found a solution to the slowdown people get in lds when they attempt to throw punches/fight/move fast: third person. It works, I used it a couple nights ago to fight a black knight. Just thought this might help.[/QUOTE]
The reason that happens is because throwing a punch is an interesting motion, it behaves differently in your brain than most things. It requires far more mental checks than walking, for example you have to adjust your trajectory to hit a moving target, varying forces, etc. You try to throw a punch and your brain's like WOAH WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WHERE'S MY FEEDBACK so it tries to process everything individually, so you end up throwing a punch REALLY REALLY slowly.
Best way is to just not punch people, if you're LDing about punching you're not creative enough.
Reminds me of a dream I had once in high school about this deuchebag classmate of mine.
Me and my friend were on our way to the mall for some pizza. When we finally arrived, we went in and on a bench was sitting said deuchebags brother. And I tough for myself; where there is one there is the other one.
So me and my friend keep on walking when I see that classmate of mine who is with one of his friends.
And then he goes on with his regular thing; Look at how badass my punches are (proceeds to demonstrate on his friends shoulder).
Then I snapped, pounced on him and beat him up to a pulp.
Going to bed now.
WHOO MLP FINALE
also camping, bbl
[QUOTE=Eonart;29651386]did you get so pissed to forgot how to spell write?
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Nope, just in a hurry.
Haven't been able to recall a dream in a week, but I'll see if something comes up when I'm going to sleep now :smile:
Off to bed, for some reason I have a good feeling about lucid dreaming (or dream recall in general) tonight, even though I haven't made any progress in months. Night.
I just shot johnny depp?
[QUOTE=Uroborus;29649385]Well that is nice of you to say. I only held that opinion from experience. Some people.....[/QUOTE]
As it insensitive as this may sound. I did that out of boredom.
[Code]I just woke up, and I dreamt I was playing Half Life 2, and then I was IN the game. A lot of the games maps changed though, and I ended up stuck on the other side of a fence talking to Kleiner instead of Barney.
He sent me on my way but I got knocked out and dragged back tO the fence, and Kleiner asked what I was doing there. I turned around and there was a door with a bar window next to it with G-Man on the other side. He quickly ran away. Shortly after, I died, and went to heaven, or purgatory or something. Alyx and Odessa were there.
Purgatory was a bit like the island from TLC, but flatter. Anyways, Alyx told me I was dead. We went to the attic of a building, and through the window, someone sniped Odessa, but he didn't die. Alyx for some reason knew who did it, and told me: it was Osama Bin Laden. Also, Osama Bin Laden was my father or great uncle or something, and we knew he was related to me because his DNA was in my hands.
It cut from me and I was like, watching Osama Bin Laden in his house. Suddenly, the Horde sound from Left 4 Dead played. Osama shit himself and tried to get guns from his mass array of weapons, but they kept disappearing. He eventually only had a knife, and was killed by zombies, falling out of a window and into the ocean. Then, I asked Alyx if there were any other people on the island, which there were. They looked like Barbie dolls with orange flowery usernames. Anyways, suddenly I was in this underground mall trying to figure my way out of purgatory. I ended up participating in a race about fat people. I don't know if it was for fat people to race against eachother, or if it was to declare who out of two fat chicks on the sidelines was the hottest, but I retained my weight.
The course was like a giant rectangular bounce house, it was thin though, the course did not extend into the middle of the rectangle. It had a lot of those asshole pillars they put up that you have to beat to the side, and the tubes you jump through. I was racing against a fat person though so I won, and did a victory lap. Then I woke up, and in my house there were a bunch of little kids asking me for stupid shit, and it turned out my Mother brought my little brothers friends over, led by some lady in a purple mask. My asshole brother in law and sister were there and once again they started using my shit and began playing HL2 and asking for advice.
Suddenly though I was back in the race, against another fat person. I won again, did one third of a victory lap, but then I woke up for reals. I don't know what would have happened if I kept dreaming, but I hope it would involve me banging the hot fat chick on the sidelines.[/code]
Coded for long ass shit
Long ago i've dreamed about my mom came in my room angry as hell (but i didnt know why she was angry) the rest i cant remember.
It's cool to control a dream you have, because once i was in a building and clowns try to catch me (those guys from the 80's Batman movie) with guns, i only can remember that i killed them with my guns which i've didnt had before, i run to the ground floor and came outside of a backstreet of Rotterdam which in real is an backally of a parking garage, but anyways i run down these last stairs and my dream ended better.
I've dreamed about being in my own game (never created in real), and i can tell you it was fantastic.
Last time i dont dream anymore :smith:, hope i will soon.
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