Sleep and Dreams Megathread - General

I shall scan a page of my book in tomorrow which helps people with RCs, memory and MILD in general. It prepares you if you like.

[QUOTE=Hmn30;24370669]Nah, I'll take of the pressure of him, he knows he's fucked anyways. [/QUOTE] I expected zin not to be a douche about it. Eh, internet is internet I'm going to take a nap

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24370845]I expected zin not to be a douche about it. Eh, internet is internet I'm going to take a nap[/QUOTE] Stop confusing me, you say that every time. To us it sounds like you have 10 naps a day.

Report back what your sub has to say jake. :biggrin:

[QUOTE=D0C H.;24371032]Report back what your sub has to say jake. :biggrin:[/QUOTE] "was it good for you?"

I've recorded a lot of my dreams. Should I post any of them here?

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ-uV72pQKI&feature=player_embedded[/media] Lucid Dreaming + This = Same. What the fuck [editline]12:09AM[/editline] [IMG]http://filesmelt.com/dl/yours.png[/IMG] ?

[QUOTE=Tahrok;24372128]I've recorded a lot of my dreams. Should I post any of them here?[/QUOTE] Why not [editline]11:12PM[/editline] What in fucks name is with the huge image

I'm a bad person I just realized this. I used to hate "popular" guys for pulling shit like this, but I'm the same. [editline]06:24PM[/editline] This has nothing to do with dreams.

Talking helps

Got three choices of my dreams before I leave: Einstein, Waking up with a chick I don't know next to me (Very short), or Mafia.

[QUOTE=Hmn30;24373059]I'm a bad person I just realized this. I used to hate "popular" guys for pulling shit like this, but I'm the same. [editline]06:24PM[/editline] This has nothing to do with dreams.[/QUOTE] What?

[QUOTE=Tahrok;24373294]Got three choices of my dreams before I leave: Einstein, Waking up with a chick I don't know next to me (Very short), or Mafia.[/QUOTE] Your favorite

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24373311]Your favorite[/QUOTE] All right then, Mafia will do. Loved this dream. [QUOTE=Dream Journal]Last night’s dream began with me looking into a mirror, giving myself a haircut with one of those really thin scissors that barbers use. I was looking through the eyes of some man I had no control over and didn’t know much about. He was average height and of average built. His hard-set features gave him an impressive expression that seemed to naturally give people the impression that he was important. As I cut (again, it wasn’t me, but I was in first person, so I’ll just refer to him as me) my hair, I heard an enormous crash echoed through my apartment. It startled me so bad I threw the scissors. I brushed off my hair and left the bathroom to find out what the ruckus was. Two enormously built men in identical grey trench coats and tan bowler hats thundered into my living room. “What’s the matter with you? Why can’t you knock?” I nearly yelled. My voice was deep. Both men strode towards me until they were inches from my face. “The boss wants his money.” The first one growled. “And we’re collectors. Pay up.” The second one chimed in. “Boss who? And I haven’t owed anyone a penny in ten years.” I said. “If we have to break you a bit, we will. It would be easier to hand over the money.” Said the first man. “You must have the wrong man. I don’t owe any money to anybodies boss.” I stepped back in case they struck. The second man stepped back too. “You sure this is the right guy?” He said as quietly as he could, but it was still completely audible. “I’m pretty sure. We’d best come back later.” Replied the first thug. He turned to me. “We’ll be back, and if you’re not here we’ll mess this place up. Understand?” “When you come back you won’t be able to tell me anything; I’ll knock your teeth out.” I growled back. He snorted and they left. Right here is where I learned a lot about my character. The time was 1929, and gangsters ruled the streets and it was dangerous to pick any fights with any gangs. My character was an investigator that infiltrated this gang that was threatening me about ten years ago. The gang wore symbolic grey trench coats and tan bowler hats, and any member you were to see on the streets was usually very built and tall, so they were not usually picked on. My character had left when he had almost been discovered, so he still had the identical trench coat and bowler hat. My character decided to make a plan for when the thugs returned. I dressed in the typical trench coat and bowler hat and left for the pub. I sat at an empty booth and ordered a drink. I waited for about an hour drinking whatever it was that I had ordered for some other thug to come in. Finally, one did. He sat at the opposite side of the table. He didn’t say a word. “The weather is different today.” I murmured. He instantly relaxed; this was the catchphrase. “Sure is. What you here for?” He replied. His voice was whispery and quiet. “Listen. Do you know Rickey Galley?” I asked him. That was me. “”Course. Boss’s got him in deep mud for something he did years ago.” “Good. When is it planned to throw him a party, if you know what I mean?” “’Course. March 15. Can’t be there though. Got business to take care of.” “I’m sure enough men will be there to sort things out.” “’Course. There always is.” He said ‘course a lot. I got up to leave. “Well, if you decide to come, you’ll see me there.” He smiled and thumped the table with his hand. That was the farewell symbol. I left. Time elapsed about three weeks. I had prepared everything in my apartment so that no traces of identification could be found. I didn’t want them to later find out they had the right man, though Boss would know right away. I got in the closet nearest to the door and took up a sandbag in my hands. It was the most silent weapon I had. I didn’t want to alert the neighbors. The door exploded to the ground. I could hear four men thumping into the house. When I was completely tensed up, I launched from the closet, blasting the door down with me. I caught one of the men so hard in the side of the head with the sandbag that he dropped without a sound. The second man had been the one I had threatened the first time they came. I plowed my fist into his teeth, just as I had promised. He dropped; I knew how to throw a punch. This all happened in less than three seconds, so the other two hadn’t even reacted yet. I rolled over one of the downed men and grabbed his Tommy gun. Rolling to my feet I pulled off four rounds, two into each man. They dropped fast. I now had to rid myself of the bodies. After a bit of searching, I found my laundry chute that was a straight drop to the first floor. If they weren’t already dead, they would be after this fall. I stuffed them down and heard a few thuds from far below. Packing my bag, I left leaving no traces to identify myself. The Boss would know it was me most definitely, but he had to find me now. Good luck with that, scumbag. This was the end of the dream. I loved this dream so much. Was intense. [/QUOTE]

I absolutely love lucid dreaming, I dare say it's one of my favourite things ever Last nights dream involved me and some guys falling 40,000Ft down a mineshaft in a metal cage, getting faster and faster, until the noise and speed became unbearable, they said it used gravity because it would take so long otherwise There was a cafe at the bottom :raise: The rest of the dream was equally strange, but falling that distance was the most interesting It's a shame I absolutely hate things like elevator shafts

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24373111]Talking helps[/QUOTE] I'm using this girl who I think likes me (I don't, at all) and who've I've kissed while drunk to get me and a friend inside one of her friend's party. I probably won't talk to her after that.

[QUOTE=one free man;24373406]I absolutely love lucid dreaming, I dare say it's one of my favourite things ever Last nights dream involved me and some guys falling 40,000Ft down a mineshaft in a metal cage, getting faster and faster, until the noise and speed became unbearable, they said it used gravity because it would take so long otherwise There was a cafe at the bottom :raise: The rest of the dream was equally strange, but falling that distance was the most interesting It's a shame I absolutely hate things like elevator shafts[/QUOTE] My buddy works in mine shafts in Canada and he said they do just that. Use gravity to pull the cage down. He said you're in freefall for a good six seconds or so before they apply brakes.

[QUOTE=Hmn30;24373412]I'm using this girl who I think likes me (I don't, at all) and who've I've kissed while drunk to get me and a friend inside one of her friend's party. I probably won't talk to her after that.[/QUOTE] Maybe you should just become friends with her or give her a moment of happiness in the party or something

so I did two reality checks in my dream. two! I was upstairs in my room, and it was night. Then I went downstairs, and it was suddenly morning. I found this a little odd, so I turned on the light. The light fucking turned on. I pushed my tongue against my teeth. I felt my tongue hit them. So I figured I wasn't dreaming and never went lucid. What the hell?

[QUOTE=TheHydra;24373553]so I did two reality checks in my dream. two! I was upstairs in my room, and it was night. Then I went downstairs, and it was suddenly morning. I found this a little odd, so I turned on the light. The light fucking turned on. I pushed my tongue against my teeth. I felt my tongue hit them. So I figured I wasn't dreaming and never went lucid. What the hell?[/QUOTE] You have got to be shitting me

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24373563]You have got to be shitting me[/QUOTE] I'm not kidding. My brain supports dynamic lighting.

A case like his is so rare

I've "realized" that I was dreaming in two dreams so far before but the dreams just kept rolling and I didn't become lucid at all. It's pretty annoying when you wake up.

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24373615]A case like his is so rare[/QUOTE] Is it really? Light switches always work for me in dreams.

I did randomly become lucid in one dream, but then it destabilized. And when I say destabilize, I mean the dream world literally broke apart. It was awesome.

[QUOTE=Tahrok;24373482]He said you're in freefall for a good six seconds or so before they apply brakes.[/QUOTE] :ohdear: Learn something new every day and all that

[QUOTE=one free man;24373683]:ohdear: Learn something new every day and all that[/QUOTE] Haha he told me that they don't tell the new guys this and just tell them to hold on.

[QUOTE=Tahrok;24373646]Is it really? Light switches always work for me in dreams.[/QUOTE] Lights should work yeah but switches shouldn't. If they do it should be rarely

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24373718]Lights should work yeah but switches shouldn't. If they do it should be rarely[/QUOTE] Hmm. I've only been lucid about four times, so what I do know is based of those experiences. But most of the things they tell me doesn't work in dreams, such as mirrors or electronics, work just fine. One lucid dream I tested the mirror and it was completely normal. [editline]11:58PM[/editline] I even watched a video repeatedly to test if it would change. It didn't. I have this all in my DJ.

[QUOTE=Tahrok;24373753]Hmm. I've only been lucid about four times, so what I do know is based of those experiences. But most of the things they tell me doesn't work in dreams, such as mirrors or electronics, work just fine. One lucid dream I tested the mirror and it was completely normal.[/QUOTE] This does not makes sense at all it hurts my head.