• Sleep and Dreams Megathread V3
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[QUOTE=Juice_Layer;34140510]Guessing you didn't read the last page.[/QUOTE] Your phrasing it as "pooling in older babe pussy" made me assume you're either super young trying to act cool, or in your 20s trying to act like you don't care and you're too goddamn cool. Considering the hipster hitler motif, I'm going with the latter. [editline]10th January 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=benjojo;34146608]Wait, If mirrors is purely placebo why dont we just remove it from the OP to stop others from getting the idea?[/QUOTE] It's not a placebo, though. However, you're probably right. Removing it wouldn't hurt, it'll happen anyway. Besides, that seems to be one of the big things that turn people off to the whole situation, so maybe removing that would be beneficial. [editline]10th January 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=PowerBall v1;34146559]When you having sexz in dreams. Are you feeling it, or do you just watch it?[/QUOTE] From what I've seen, that depends more on your opinion of yourself rather than your experiences. If you're not terribly self-confident, you tend to be watching it happen more than you feel it. Same is true in reverse. A lot of things happen like that, actually. It's very odd.
I had another weird nasty sleep paralysis experience this morning. already explained it to someone on skype so I guess you can just read the transcript [quote][19:01:50] George: woke up [19:01:57] George: immediately realised something was wrong [19:01:59] George: my vision was all fucked [19:02:06] George: it was as if my eyes were pointing in completely random directions [19:02:23] George: couldn't fix it [19:02:41] George: (now that I look back, if my eyes really were pointing in random directions, that would have been hilarious to see) [19:02:49] George: anyway [19:02:54] George: tried to get out of bed [19:03:17] George: I kept almost doing it, in my mind [19:03:29] George: but then it was like, it'd collapse back to being in bed [19:03:34] George: so I never got anywhere [19:03:56] George: that was the weirdest part of it, I didn't immediately peg it as sleep paralysis because it felt like I could move [19:04:15] George: but it was like being trapped in one of those arcane mazes where you always get back to the start no matter which way you go [19:04:23] George: or that infinite staircase in mario 64 [19:04:41] George: kept trying to get up, couldn't [19:05:01] George: getting really pissed off now, started to yell random stuff [19:05:11] George: then what happened next was insane [19:05:49] George: anything coloured black (my pants, my phone, a few other things) started to literally vanish in front of my eyes [19:05:58] George: I was so confused [19:06:11] George: I knew they were still there, but they'd disappeared [19:06:37] George: all this shit went on for a few minutes and then I snapped out of it and woke up properly [19:06:51] George: so either it was a bizarre dream or sleep paralysis, but it was my room, detail for detail [19:07:07] George: the whole thing was like some horrendous glitch in reality [19:07:23] George: I remember just being happy that my eyes weren't permanently fucked up [19:07:30] George: lmao[/quote] aaaaa
[QUOTE=xxfalconxx;34139161]How good is your imagination? I find imagination to be really helpful in LDs. On days when i'm really feeling inspired and creative, I can do crazy things, like fireballs, or having a chat with my sub on a blimp being pulled by turtles. On days I'm feeling awful, I don't really get LDs. Offtopic, I talked to C (my sub) About the boot dream. He said I need to stop watching so much spike and barley. I kind of stared at him, he stared back... Then we laughed pretty hard and conjoured a TV with, you guessed it, spike and barley. Can't even get away from em in my dreams, but I'm ok with that.[/QUOTE] I like to think of myself as fairly imaginative. I can see scenarios play out in my head, paste them onto what I'm looking at, etcetera. It's what I do when I'm bored, so I'm pretty good at it.
I think my arms may not be affected or are significantly less affected by sleep paralysis. It would explain my wall-punching habit. Also, this morning, I was asleep. I was thinking to myself as I do when I'm very much into a dream (see later in this post), and felt some pressure. I moved my arms to the pressure... and immediately woke up. I had an erection (which is extremely common when asleep; see: morning wood), and had hit my dick. And I don't think was the first time this has happened :v: When I'm not actively in a dream scenario, I seem to be non-lucid, yet still thinking to myself. It's strange, and I only remember it when I'm woken up in the middle of it.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;34147278]Your phrasing it as "pooling in older babe pussy" made me assume you're either super young trying to act cool, or in your 20s trying to act like you don't care and you're too goddamn cool. Considering the hipster hitler motif, I'm going with the latter. [/QUOTE] I was actually just saying it in a joking manner. Guess you'd have to know me in person. Sorry breh.
I had a dream the other night where I was contracted to help build a railroad (god damn hell on wheels stop getting into my dreams) in an old west fashion, but in modern day. I arrived and I was being shown around by an old friend of mine who was working there too. He introduced me to a few people and went off to do something. I was approached by a beautiful blonde woman in her early 20's topless, bra-less, and with the most beautifully shaped, perfectly proportioned tits I had ever imagined. She seemed kinda pissed. She told me "I know you are the one who put my piss in the lemonade. I saw you joking around with the lemonade vendor. Nobody likes him." I informed her I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about and that I was new. I asked her if she wanted to hang out sometime, to which she turned and walked away. I was joined on either side by my old friend, and his friend. We all simultaneously cocked our heads to the right and watched that finely sculpted ass walk away. My friends friend summed up our thoughts with a well-timed "Daaaaaamn". I said "She seems like a bit of a bitch though." They both agreed and we continued on our merry way.
I had a very interesting dream about hiking up a mountain, although there were quite a few things unrelated to peaceful mountain hikes. If I can recall correctly, there was some sort of green car-rocket-train
Had an extremely vivid and high quality lucid last night. It was amazing. At the end of it though, I found a box addressed to me. I took the top off, and there was something wrapped in paper inside of it, surrounded by red canvas that it fitted in. But I woke up before I could see what the object was. Goal in next lucid: find out. Oh, and somehow I managed to talk to my internal clock. I don't have a clock next to my bed, so I have no idea what the time is when I wake up at night. It was really annoying me after I woke up, and when I fell asleep again and found myself in the above mentioned vivid WILD, I asked a guy what time it was. He said 2:58PM. Or in "his" exact words, "two minutes before three". After I woke up, and opened my PC and checked the time, it was a little over 3PM, and when you factor in the time of getting out of bed, and to open the computer, it was pretty much spot on at the time of the dream.
I have had very irritating "false lucid dreams". I am pretty obsessed in getting a lucid dream to the point that in my dreams I realize I'm dreaming (with reality checks and EVEN FLYING) yet I don't feel that way. It's like my brain just made lucid dreams default and I just lock up there. I swear, the last 3 dreams I've had were all "I can breathe with my nostrils closed, holy shit I'm dreaming" yet I just don't... ugh. I can't think on my own. It's like my mind is pulling a prank on me, like "oh you lucid? *pulls plug* no more lucid for you mothafucka!". I remember dreaming beyond those "false lucid" parts but I don't remember what happened. In the last one, the last thing I remember, it was all dark, in my living room, I just started breathing through my closed nostrils and said "Yeah, I'm dreaming." and then I started floating on a laid-down position doing very slow barrel rolls. I think I left the house by passing through the wall, like if I was on Noclip. It was all very "dark and blue", you know, that cliché every artist does sometimes. The street was perfectly normal except for that odd dark scenario. But then the dream either 1. Immediatly ended or 2. It was all black all the time until I woke up.
[QUOTE=Orkel;34179193]Had an extremely vivid and high quality lucid last night. It was amazing. At the end of it though, I found a box addressed to me. I took the top off, and there was something wrapped in paper inside of it, surrounded by red canvas that it fitted in. But I woke up before I could see what the object was. Goal in next lucid: find out. Oh, and somehow I managed to talk to my internal clock. I don't have a clock next to my bed, so I have no idea what the time is when I wake up at night. It was really annoying me after I woke up, and when I fell asleep again and found myself in the above mentioned vivid WILD, I asked a guy what time it was. He said 2:58PM. Or in "his" exact words, "two minutes before three". After I woke up, and opened my PC and checked the time, it was a little over 3PM, and when you factor in the time of getting out of bed, and to open the computer, it was pretty much spot on at the time of the dream.[/QUOTE] When you said you talked to your internal clock, for a second I thought you had a conversation with Cogsworth in your dreams.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;34183126]When you said you talked to your internal clock, for a second I thought you had a conversation with Cogsworth in your dreams.[/QUOTE] Haha. Well, it was like a guy in his twenties, with grayish hair, who was standing in the doorway of some strange building I was at.
I think I may have just had a great idea. Purely placebo, as per usual, but this is what I plan to do: Become friends with someone in a dream. Great friends. With their help, then, I'll raid a dungeon and recover an artifact, perhaps a wand, perhaps a ring, perhaps even a circlet, that will magnify my dream control. If nothing else, it'll make me feel as though I earned something.
[QUOTE=Midtown123;34186134]I think I may have just had a great idea. Purely placebo, as per usual, but this is what I plan to do: Become friends with someone in a dream. Great friends. With their help, then, I'll raid a dungeon and recover an artifact, perhaps a wand, perhaps a ring, perhaps even a circlet, that will magnify my dream control. If nothing else, it'll make me feel as though I earned something.[/QUOTE] That's actually a great idea. One thing I don't know that I've ever really mentioned is that if there's some facet you wish to control further, and you can't really alter it simply by thinking about it, is create it as an item. Your brain will accept it if it's a physical thing creating change, for some reason. It works very well for a lot of things, especially if you make a potion that lets you dream longer. Not sure on the science behind that, but it does make your dreams seem significantly longer. I doubt your brain is working faster, but somehow it extends the dream time significantly, usually twice the length (in my experience).
I had a dream where I trashed around this fine tea party filled with grey-haired moustache people in suits and top hats and monocles and stuff. They just sat around and talked to each other about their daily happenings. Even when I flipped their table kind of like that emoticon in the Internet, they simply threw a quick glance at me before continuing. Gentlemanne 1: "This dear friend of mine happened to witness the strangest of occurrences the day before yesterday. He was strolling amongst the common folk again. Something he does often due to his odd interest to the[B] poor and Irish[/B]. There was a young lady sitting on the pavement, dirtying her already bacteria-filled clothes as my friend approached to her and inquired the situation she was in. Well, the poor resident of that part of town could not even speak proper English and clumsily attempted to explain her increasing debt. As my dear colleague of gentlemanne formed a theory of her life in his head, she dared to grasp his suit and hastily proceed to beg him for help! Completely without standards, that's what the rubbish of society is today, I say." I stopped to listen to this guy's story before grabbing a chair made out of ceramics (no idea why) and [B]bashing it against his top hat so hard the hat crumples, the chair breaks and a shard of it pierces his head.[/B] He almost comically falls to his own crossed legs, just laying on the stylized sofa he was on. His partner turns to me so slowly it's almost creepy, his neck even creaking quietly as his head turns. He has those anime kind of eyes where they're just slits. I'm trying to figure out how can he see me if his eyes are closed. Then he talks with a voice that is like nails on a chalkboard. Gentlemanne 2: "Why, another pleasing soul to converse with. Now, my colleague of gentlemanne must have felt exhausted after this...hm, I suppose I should say day, although it is merely half past eleven in the morning. Say, would you enjoy some tea with me?" Note that [B]they were using the most British of accents[/B]. Even the guy that I killed. Me: "What? Hell no." Gentlemanne 2: "Oh my, you must have misheard me. Otherwise such a response would be ill-mannered. I suppose you did mean it as it was, am I correct?" Me: "Uh yeah I guess." Gentlemanne 2: [B]"Well then, I suppose we must restrain you."[/B] All of the suited nobles or whatever stand up silently and walk towards me. They eventually surround me, grab me from my hands and feet with pretty good strength. I'm completely immobilized when I realize that this shit's a dream. Real gentlemen would never be so apprehensive. That's when my savior appears and pretty much [B]slices them into sushi with an unrealistically massive blade.[/B] It wasn't even a sword, the handle was made into the blade itself instead of at the tip of it. She lifts me up and then tells me to wake up before [B]slicing my head off.[/B] Bam, 7AM. What's up with that dream? Why gentlemen? Why women of poverty? [B]Why?[/B] Any help? I really want to figure this stuff out.
[QUOTE='[Green];34193444'] Bam, 7AM. What's up with that dream? Why gentlemen? Why women of poverty? [B]Why?[/B] Any help? I really want to figure this stuff out.[/QUOTE] you were thinking about that stuff or there was no reason theres really nothing to figure out, dreams are dreams
[QUOTE=Orkel;34183828]Haha. Well, it was like a guy in his twenties, with grayish hair, who was standing in the doorway of some strange building I was at.[/QUOTE] When I met my internal clock, it was just my sub with a flava flav clock around wis neck.
[QUOTE=Jo The Shmo;34194230]you were thinking about that stuff or there was no reason theres really nothing to figure out, dreams are dreams[/QUOTE] Oh, it was a no-brainer. Thank you.
So I met a trio of people in my dreams a few weeks back who resemble game characters I've customized and they've been teaching me sword-fighting techniques. One is definitely my Saints Row 3 character, one is my Skyrim character and the other just looks like Wesker. Anyways, they tell me I'm getting better with a cutlass than any of them. It always feels real, and I keep waking up from these dreams feeling physically tired. Should I pick up a stick and see if what they've "taught" me actually works? Is it possible to train a skill in a dream?
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;34189620]That's actually a great idea. One thing I don't know that I've ever really mentioned is that if there's some facet you wish to control further, and you can't really alter it simply by thinking about it, is create it as an item. Your brain will accept it if it's a physical thing creating change, for some reason. It works very well for a lot of things, especially if you make a potion that lets you dream longer. Not sure on the science behind that, but it does make your dreams seem significantly longer. I doubt your brain is working faster, but somehow it extends the dream time significantly, usually twice the length (in my experience).[/QUOTE] Definitely trying that Or just convincing myself that vivid, clear, lucid dreams are a side effect of Concerta
I've been having dreams off and on about this girl I use to date last summer. Does that mean I'm still into her? I don't feel I am and I dont think about her at all in real life , only when she appears on a new facebook update or something. halp?
I dreamt I escaped from a skyrim-esque prison with a chick I like.
I had a dream that I was the hacker for some secret agent-y guys and we were breaking into somewhere. But that's not my most interesting dream. I was dreaming that I was falling asleep, playing out scenarios in my head like I usually do, except then I all of a sudden was able to actually enter the different scenarios. I started jumping in and out dreams, through these really blurry-edged portals. It was awesome, but I wasn't actually lucid, which makes it more confusing than if I was.
[QUOTE=Ekalektik_1;34203443]So I met a trio of people in my dreams a few weeks back who resemble game characters I've customized and they've been teaching me sword-fighting techniques. One is definitely my Saints Row 3 character, one is my Skyrim character and the other just looks like Wesker. Anyways, they tell me I'm getting better with a cutlass than any of them. It always feels real, and I keep waking up from these dreams feeling physically tired. Should I pick up a stick and see if what they've "taught" me actually works? Is it possible to train a skill in a dream?[/QUOTE] Okay, so I did just that: I picked up a stick and tried to go through the paces they showed me. This was perhaps the worst idea I've had in a long time. However, to a small extent, it did work. Once the bruises on my knee fade, I'm going to try it again. It's got me excited because this means I could theoretically train some skills in my dreams. I told them that they're probably much better than me still, to which my Skyrim character responded by putting her arm around me and telling me no, in fact, "You could probably take me." She proceeded to make obvious advances on me, which is weird because in my game she's already in an interspecies lesbian relationship.
I haven't been able to recall dreams at all recently... I think I move as soon as I wake up. But it was just recent that I haven't been able to recall them.
last night I had a dream that I was in the woods walking and a came across a patch of bare ground with a dirt track coming from it, then Garry drove up the track came out the car and gave me a massive facepunch sticker, it was awesome. This is not made up
How come no answered my question :saddowns: [QUOTE=tristanguy2;34224931]I haven't been able to recall dreams at all recently... I think I move as soon as I wake up. But it was just recent that I haven't been able to recall them.[/QUOTE] Is something abrupt waking you up in the morning like your mom or an alarm? That's usually the problem.
Just had a weird and bad dream which is rare because most of my dreams are pretty neutral. (there was some stuff before this like walking between the floors of my house except it looked like as if it was in a favela but it doesn't matter) I'm walking in a studio which had 70s furniture and was made for a show about some love expert who resides on a cruise ship and he can either get the woman you want or tell you how to do so (and he does it in style). This episode was about some military officer who had to get a woman because she had to do something with Cuban or Russian Ka-12 suicide missiles whatever those are (a crew member made some fearful remark about those though). Then I'm at a re-recording or remastering studio of the show (probably years later). A black guy speaks into a mic and someone starts a magnetic tape recorder. Then I'm at some large room with a huge and wide blue tinted screen with some people who are apparently waveform analyzers (and I was then too) It's large pile of blue something but if you look closely you can see the individual tracks. However if you look from farther you can see shapes from those waveforms. That's what we are after. It's not 3D but somewhat like those flash anims with a couple layers to simulate depth (motion parallax). It's mostly stuff with caves and post-apocalyptic landscapes (or the combination of those) which at that point seemed usual. There was a yellow cab too with a primitive sphere next to its left headlight. Then we see a medieval castle in ruins in a cave. The team is surprised. Then there is another castle at a seaside with a strange looking sculpture or machine (like multiple wooden sextants stacked) in a glass bottle. It had to do something with time measuring. Then somebody hovers a pointer on it and a text displays above the thing saying "This will be your god". The team freaks out and bam, I get sucked into an another dimension with that castle. I'm in the water, there are dead people on the cliffs and dead horses in the water with red triangles above them (kinda like the ones in BF3). I get freaked out and I'm descending into the black water with a golden stylised skull in it. Okay this turned out to be overly detailed and generally like a bad creepypasta but it's still freaky for me. It's continous, has some elements which I only understood after I woke up and is pretty well remembered. As with most of my dreams, I can relate most of the elements to thoughts on the previous day but not as a whole.
Sickest dream I've had in my life. I took a nap about an hour ago. Dreamed about a busy highway, was quite unorganized, sometimes it was on an island. I knew a rocket had been sent to space from that island. Then I believe I got one of my usual sleep paralysis again, and started to hear sounds of footstep outside my room. But I had no freaking idea who that could be since I'm alone in my house. I pondered on that for a few seconds I believe, trying to wake myself up, which I do by inhaling air trough my nose or at least try doing it. Then the sickest ever metallic/insect creeping sound plays in my head, like a screamer, I really thought I could hear it. The sound plays together with a sharp flash of very very weird shapes and a slideshow of pictures, sliding pass really damn fast. I could see my kindle, human faces, family photos and something more that I forgot. Then everything just went quiet and blank. I couldn't move, no sound, no feeling that I was breathing, I couldn't wake myself up. But I could still think. I really thought I died while having my sleep paralysis... shit, will be hard sleeping tonight.
my dream took place in mass effect 2 I played too much mass effect this weekend
I've heard that you can't talk in a lucid dream. Is that entirely true?
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