Sleep and Dreams Megathread - General

[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. [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] You weren't lucid, I guarantee it. Dreams don't use short term memory unless it's important.

See, somehow I think it wasn't lucid because of my own experiences. There's only two real cases of lucidity I've had since I've been trying. The rest I thought I was but I was just dreaming about, well, lucid dreaming. It's entirely possible it was an illusion given by your subconscious or something to that effect.

What's wrong with fucking your subconsious?

[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24373806]You weren't lucid, I guarantee it. Dreams don't use short term memory unless it's important.[/QUOTE] I use short-term memory in my dreams all the time.

Almost all of my lucid dreams have been whilst I was dreaming of my old school It's always summer in them and with a nice warm breeze. I guess I become lucid because I'm not supposed to be there

Oh yeah and zin contrary to belief it was my sub. And it gave a good explaination after I flipped on it. but I won't post that story.

How about we start posting our fucking craziest dreams ever? So, I'm in a giant dog kennel in midair (the kennel is, not me) and I''m with THE FUCKING CAST OF THAT'S SO RAVEN. Next thing I know, I'm outside the kennel, in midair AND RIDING A DRAGON. The dragon is pulling the kennel. It's Eragon's dragon Saphira from the inheritance cycle book series. we take turns flying it. So, we land in a lake, and there's a bunch of other much smaller kelles with more people in them. we kick out the bottom of the kennel and paddle to shore. When we get there, there's the wierd jester guy from the movie sky high (which I hate) going around fucking shit up. Next thing I know I'm in full medieval armor with a war hammer. I beat his ass. I break some house's. "WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??!?" - double rainbow guy

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24374021]Oh yeah and zin contrary to belief it was my sub. And it gave a good explaination after I flipped on it. but I won't post that story.[/QUOTE] You know what happened last time you said you wouldnt post it? You did. So just give up and post it. No one here (I think) knows you in real life. So you cant embarrass yourself.

I'm sure I'm not posting it this time though

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24374183]I'm sure I'm not posting it this time though[/QUOTE] Will you if we promise not to make fun of you?

Nah that decision's already been shown

But did we promise to NOT make fun of you? I dont know about everybody else but your dreams are like stories. You are choosing to omit what seems to be an interesting chapter.

[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24373806]You weren't lucid, I guarantee it. Dreams don't use short term memory unless it's important.[/QUOTE] Yeah, I didn't mean I was lucid. But I did dream it.

:( Jake send me it in a PM. I want to base one of my reading assignments on your dreams.

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24333658]Yeah it's understandable. I've just finished typing my god damn nap dream, finally. And it's 4 am. Happy reading, I'm going to bed. [editline]07:57AM[/editline] Wow it looks so fucking short now in text, this thing took up so much in my journal.[/QUOTE] :3: [editline]02:11AM[/editline] Get laid Wait fuck

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24374021]Oh yeah and zin contrary to belief it was my sub. And it gave a good explaination after I flipped on it. but I won't post that story.[/QUOTE] wait wait wait WHAT i'll post my lucid incest story if you post it [editline]01:18AM[/editline] [QUOTE=TheHydra;24373989]I use short-term memory in my dreams all the time.[/QUOTE] Not what I meant. Your brain remembers events and things that happen to you, it doesn't remember that light switch = light on. 99% of the time it won't work. If you, for example, said LIGHT ON when you flipped it, then it would work, but without audio cues, etc., then it won't work. Or you're just weird.

Well, I'm going to bed, wish mw luck or ignore me like everyone else.

[QUOTE=DiscoInferno;24375676]Well, I'm going to bed, wish mw luck or ignore me like everyone else.[/QUOTE] Good luck. What method?

I made a dream journal :q:

[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24375563]wait wait wait WHAT i'll post my lucid incest story if you post it [/QUOTE] First you're a pedophile and now you're having incest? :gibs:

[QUOTE=Tahrok;24375694]Good luck. What method?[/QUOTE] Determination. The only real reason I'm trying lucid dreaming is to learn to defend myself from psychic mindfuckary.

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24374021]Oh yeah and zin contrary to belief it was my sub. And it gave a good explaination after I flipped on it. but I won't post that story.[/QUOTE] should at least tell us the explanation. [editline]09:38PM[/editline] had a few odd dreams this week here's one kinda boring. [quote]I was driving a car and pulled into an autoshop kind of building because I needed a tire change (which was odd from the start because I don't have a car, it was actually my parent's). For some reason I was now out of my car and it shrunk to about my size so I pushed it to the lift area you find in body shops. The mechanic started listing off all these packages and shit for my car and I just said "No, just change those two tires" (they were flat or something). So I browse the shop for a little while and look back and my dad's there, yelling about how he's not going to pay the bill. Turns out the guy purposely used really expensive tires to make us pay more. I went to the lady at the counter who wasn't really much help at all. Went back to the guy and said "Fine, we'll just take our business elsewhere," and we left. My car disappeared and my father and mother were outside in the parking lot with another red car, presumably theirs. I see some guy sneaking around behind it so I go run towards him. He manages to get in and steal the car. I get pulled along by a rope attached to a pole or something weird. For some reason it stops and he disappears in some fog. Scene transition. Now I'm on a bike and another kid is biking with me (who I don't remember the identity of but he was a friend) and my bike starts wobbling. Look down and my tire's flat. I pull over and ask the kid "Wouldn't happen to have a bicycle pump would you?" To my surprise he does and pulls a bunch of parts out of his pants (yeah) which looks like a twin nozzle WD-40 can. He sprays it at my bike but misses some nozzle on mine and says "We shouldn't be risking this and leaving the smell." I asked why and he just says "They're spraying." I didn't ask who "they" were but I picked up my bike and just started walking. Another scene change which was mostly incoherent unimportant stuff.[/quote]

Holy shit I leave for 2 hours and this happens wow solid_jake calm down that's pretty much on par with my sex dreams anyway, and I get those pretty frequently. You sounded like you had a good time :rolleyes: Zin wait incest dream story :wtc:

Is it bad that I would immediately engage in any physical action with my su- Wait that would be awkward later.. But would bring us together. Ok first I need to meet my subconciousness. Question. Can I make it female? Seriously.. ... :q: [editline]02:52AM[/editline] The dvd im listening to just said "it is an optimistic sweat" [editline]02:58AM[/editline] To summon something, Do I just close my eyes, and grab where the object would be?

Not dream related but relevant to the mind: Just now, I turned up my headset because my brother was talking loudly behind me, and everything worked well, then I realised that I hadn't actually turned it up, and had just scrolled the other side of the volume control. (Y'know that thing on the cable) Talk about the power of suggestion

It is silent. One second I shall fix this. Here have a random repost I found in the thread. [QUOTE]h my dream journal and flipped to the pages that were my week long dream. I had an emotional break down as I read this and I want to share this with you guys. I really do, because I figured out what my problem was. This is straight out of my dream journal so spelling may be a bit bad but bare with me : Dream Journal posted: Today I had a lucid dream that lasted exactly seven days. I kept track of the time by asking the locals the date. The days seemed to go extremely slow. Day 1 : I appeared to be in an amusement park with a girl I've never seen before in my life. She had blond hair, white skin, and yellow flowery dress and pink shoes. She asked me if I wanted to go on the roller coaster with her. I had not yet realized I was dreaming, so I agreed to it and proceeded to the rollercoaster. A swarm of bees passed by my face. One of them actually stung me and it hurt. I pulled the stinger out and took a pill to prevent allergies. Now I was in the roller coaster, seated with this girl. The ride began. Something felt off though. Why did I just get into a rollercoaster that is floating in the air and has no security on it. I freaked out for a second until I realized I'm dreaming. So began the abuse. I was excited that I got a lucid dream after so long of trying so I went and enjoyed myself. I flew to my friends house, saw my dead dog. The day ended. it was night time now and I flew into a cementary. I knew my mind was going to trick something up so I tried to get out of there. I couldn't fly anymore. I was stuck in the cementary. I imagined myself holding a gun, unsuccessful. No gun appeared. Now there were things popping out of the ground. Not zombies, to my surprise, cats instead. Seemed normal, until suddenly I turned around and was pushed to the ground. A woman, pale skinned, and black hair, was looking at me. Her eyes were pulsating red, and they weren't normal eyes. A nightmare. I stood up, and proceeded to do what I trained myself to do in the situation. I took her by the arm, dragged her to me, and gave her a big hug. She turned into a cat. A talking cat. I asked her, "what are you?". The cat, in the same voice of the girl I was with earlier responded : "I am your fear of -" Suddenly she returned back to her girl state and started screaming. I gave her another hug and said "finish what you were telling me" She said again "I am your fear of the darkness" Really? I'm still afraid of the dark I thought. I turned her back to what she was originally and told her "I trust you now." Her eyes weren't pulsating red any more, but were crystal blue. I walked out of the cementary with her, holding hands. It was becoming day time. I told her "You know this is a dream right?" She became silent. She looked at the sky and told me : "You'll need to get over this." I replied confused, asking what she meant. She pointed to the sky and the sun came up. She was gone. Now I'm stuck at the gate of a cementary and it's the start of a new day. Day 2 : I was able to fly again. I decided to visit my house. I walked up to the unfamiliarity of the white walls and elevator. Eh, I'm on the third floor, I thought to myself. I walked up the stairs and overheard people saying something. They were mumbling, but what was clear was the words "He's coming up" and I was being followed up the stairs. I thought I'd roll with it and let em up. I opened the door to my apartment to find, weird enough, Ellen Page at my door. "Did you invite those people up" she asked to me. I played along. "No. I didn't." She then looked worried and pulled me in and locked the doors. She pushed me on a chair and started biting her nails. "People have been outside all day in a yellow van. They've been trying to peak through the windows." She said. Oh yeah? Let's take care of that - I said as I was grabbing what looked like a knife. A knife? Psh. I formed it into a gun. Specifically a Beretta 92FS. Her face got pale. "How did you -" suddenly the door smashed open. People started rolling in and I was now in a fight scene. She dropped to the floor, limp, but not from a shot. Now these people were shooting at me but missing terribly. I took the gun and tried to shoot but I couldn't. I tried pulling the trigger and I just couldn't. I threw it at them, and jumped at them with the knife that reappeared in my hand. I slashed them all. There was no blood at all and I had taken a hit to the arm. It hurt like a mother fucker. She then began to stand up. She took a bandage and treated the shot. It was nothing major and feeling went away, but every time I looked at it the blood around the bandage formed some symbols. This symbol in particular -Drawing here- and I have seen this symbol before. The night came again and my house was torn up. She then stabbed my neck with a syringe and said, "Enjoy" and I was knocked out. Day 2 Dream 1 : I was in another dream. Ellen was there again and it seemed like we were a couple, going places, enjoying ourselves. It was raining and I felt the cold drops on me. I looked at her. Didn't you just stab me? How did we get he-. I said to her then stopped myself. She looked at me and shook her head. She then walked away. I realized I was in a dream, again. That means that the dream I was in never ended and I am still dreaming. I got excited until some thugs popped out of the alley way we were by (We were in a car at the time before she walked away) I got out and looked at them. "Do you want the same treatment as your friends?" I created a gun in my hands. This one worked. I shot them. There were 6 in total, 3 were dead before I ran out of ammo. Okay. I said to myself. Formed another clip and got to it but the gun didn't work anymore. I then took a beating from these people. Pain, pain worse than the bullet. Now to my surprise the pale skinned girl stabbed them with knives straight through the skull. She looked at me and said "I told you." I got excited again. She helped me up and then when I turned around I was shot in the spine. I lost feeling to everything. I was now limp and immobal on the street, wet by rain. She looked at me and disappeared. Faded. I told myself, It's time to wake up David, this isn't going to get better. I jumped up and was awake, back in the apartment. Everything was the same. The bodies still there, Ellen gone though. The sun was rising again.. This is getting exhausting I said before I suddenly dropped through the floor. Day 3 : I fell through all 3 floors of the apartment. I looked around. I was at school. "Great, the last place I want to be right now." I got up, looked around me. I had a mixed class of everyone I use to go to school with, and some unfamiliar faces. One of them, the pale girl. I confronted her. She made a scene and everyone even the teacher stopped what they were doing and looked at me. "what were you about to do to her" the teacher asked me. "Listen I don't have time for this bullshit I could be doing a lot better things." I replied. She looked confused. "how dare you" she reached for something. "How dare you talk to me like like that." I was getting really tired of this violence so I just walked out of the school. It was REALLY bright outside. The sun was green, with clouds of pink surrounding it. The school began to collapse around me. I thought it was about time I began enjoying myself and started to fly around, see what else changed. Night time arrived during my flight. I got tired of flying and just dropped to the ground and sat down. I wanted a drink, I took a rock and imagine it being a cup with water. Worked, so I drank the water. The water tasted like gatorade, which was pretty cool so I just kept chugging. What I didn't do was look around as to where I landed. It was a road, with cars passing by as soon as I realized it was a road. I looked at a billboard. "Is it over yet?" The billboard read. That was really weird for me when I looked at it. I kept staring. Look around, and then it changed again "Remember what you tried doing." Now I knew who was speaking to me. My subconscious. I looked at the billboard and asked it "Show yourself, I know who you are." The pale girl returned and was behind me. She tapped my shoulder, and didn't say a thing. I asked "I know who you are and what you represent. Do you want me to do anything for the good of both of us?" She looked, speechless. I asked the question again. She looked the side and said "If you would be willing to cooperate I can help you get over some things" and she pushed me forward and looked at me. A car was coming, and I was on the road stuck. I couldn't get up. She pet my head, cheek, and gave me a feeling of comfort. She then said "If you would be willing to cooperate we could both benefit from this." I closed my eyes. No car? No, just sun. And the day ended. Day 4 : The road disappeared, I was on grass now. The sun light seemed to morph what I was standing on. I was still dreaming and it was incredible. A whole four days. I finally got to speak to my subconscious, and I need to meet with it again. I flew up and to my apartment. The streets were familiar, I was in the vicinity of my apartment. I thought "let's change some of this" and began to destroy the surroundings. My arms began to fade and I started losing sight. Bad move, I rubbed my hands together and began repeating "I want to remain in this dream" Now I couldn't move. I was back in my house, in my bed looking up. This wasn't a dream. I was stuck, it was sleep paralysis. Day 4 Sleep Paralysis : It was horrid. Monsters, everything. Looking at me. But then, something happened. They walked away, and the pale girl was now walking at me and sat on my chest. I felt the pressure. She just stared at me, and instead of trying to wiggle my toes I closed my eyes. I was still dreaming and the girl was still there with the scenary I left behind her, destroyed. She said something, moved her lips, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I returned to my feeling. I wasn't sure what exactly happened but the sun started rising again. I guess a day ended? Day 5 : I knew if I tried to alter something drastically I would go back to what happened. I decided I was just going to summon my subconscious instead of waiting for it to come to me. I imaged the pale girl behind me, but it wasn't her this time. It was me, as a little kid. I looked at myself. "Are you what I really think you are" I asked. My younger self answered "Yes." in the same voice as mine. I asked it why it kept changing itself. He answered "I'm trying to help you." Fair enough, I had some questions. "Is there anything you want me to do, in real life, to benefit us?" He answered. -Cutting this part out- I promised I would do this. I asked another question. "Why do you become nightmares when it's uncalled for?" He turned into Ellen Page and she replied in a mixed voice of mine and hers. "We're extremely afraid of spontaneous things. You can handle 'called for'" she had done air quotes when she said that and began speaking in Ellen's voice "but you don't seem to react quick enough to the unexpected." She smiled when she said this and grabbed my hand and started walking me to a cliff. I felt like she was going to push me off. "See, you knew that was coming. You seem to forget who you're dealing with." She peaked over the edge and made a face of fear. "That would kill you, and it isn't time for that yet." I looked down too, it was floored with shards of rock, long, jagedy rock. "So why did you bring me here?" I asked her. She replied "I thought it would ease the mood, your body is really tense right now." The day ended and me and my subconscious were staring into the sea, looking at the now blue sun rise. "Beutiful" my subconscious said. Day 6 : I spent this entire day speaking with my subconscious. She/he/it was very insightful. "I know what you've been doing" she said looking at me. "I think it's best you keep your conscious to deal with what I throw at it rather then what you do." The piece of cliff I was resting my feet on now disappeared and my legs started dangling. I didn't care. "You see." She pointed at my legs. "That would have freaked you out if you didn't know you were dreaming." She remained to be Ellen Page now. (Outside note : I use to have a "friendship" type crush about her) "But tell me, why don't you want me to enjoy the feeling of knowing I can do whatever I want?" I looked at her. She giggled. "What you fail to realize is" she put her hand on my shoulder "sometimes it's not always the best decision to be going around here. My job is to fix what you can't alone. When your girlfriend left you who do you think made you feel better? Your friends were distant and you knew it. Whenever you're on a bus and that guy steals your seat that JUST came into the bus while you've been waiting for hours and it ticks you off. Who do you think listens to you? I'm the greatest asset you have" the sun dropped into the water "and more importantly the best friend you can ever have in your life. The same respect I have for your decisions in your realm you should have in mine. I'm fine with the occasional drop in. I actually enjoy it. You're me, and I'm you, and even you alone can conquer it all. You have more a harsh time than I do, dealing with influence, and although you may not thing it, you are a very brave person. You are somebody people would envy if you just showed them what you were capable of." I started crying here. I really choked up and just sobbed. This was something I needed to hear. I asked her "Do you hear me when I speak to you, even if you can't talk back?" She replied "Yes, and your words are the best things I ever hear. The things you hear from other people don't make sense to me sometimes. But everyone is different, and you are different David, we all are." She stood up and pulled me up. "I'll give you some time to enjoy yourself. As much as you don't like being locked out of your own dreams you have to understand I do it to help us." A tissue appeared in her hand and she wiped my eyes. I blew my nose and looked at her, smiling, saying okay. "Good" she said and with a kiss to my cheek, she disappeared. The day was over. Day 7 : I walked away from the cliff back into the city. It was normal. It looked EXACTLY like what New York looked like. Not a blueprint off. Everyone smiled at me. They said hello, I had nice conversations with them. I felt on top of the world. My subconscious said it would give me some time to enjoy myself and I really was enjoying myself. The sights of the sky were breath taking. My grandpa and dog who passed away were there, walking on the street. I stopped them and played with my doggy. My grandpa told me he was proud of me. As much as I knew it was a dream I played it out as much as I could as it was real. But differently. I did good around the town. I still flew. The pilots in the sky waved me hello. My family was happy. Everything was nice. I had a festival dedicated to me, with everyone I loved and cared about there to greet me. Everything was nice. But the end of my dream was approaching soon, but I hadn't known it yet. I walked through the streets a the walls were closing in on me, and I was in an alley. Robbers were behind me and I had a gun to my head. I was shot through both my knees and elbows. I could only move my back and head and was kneeling looking at the barrel of a gun. The robbers were masked. In a woman voice one robber said "You know what happens when I pull this trigger? You pick up a pen" and then I was shot and killed. I felt everything I did flash before my eyes. The last thing I saw on my death was backwards letters, UOY EVOL I (It spelled out I LOVE YOU) and I woke up, gasping for air. I rushed to my dream journal and wrote this.[/QUOTE]

Nice posting Jake's story >:(

Good job with that. Not like that was the start of the story that's been going for a good 10 pages. AH well, still a good read. Except not right now. Bedtime. Here's another try. I was making strides in my dream recall before school came in and fucked my sleep schedule sideways. Getting closer though. I'm hopeful about tonight. I wonder how many times I've gone lucid and just not remembered it.

:arghfist::saddowns: I just looked into the "amazing" folder in documents and found it. I like it.. I only wanted to see you post :saddowns: [editline]03:32AM[/editline] [QUOTE=Jimmg;24376848]Nice posting Jake's story >:([/QUOTE] [IMG]http://www.facepunch.com/image.php?u=260653&dateline=1273108533[/IMG] Fits [editline]03:33AM[/editline] Also [QUOTE]Here have a random [B]repost[/B] I found in the thread[/QUOTE]

I remember a whole bunch of dreams when I was like 4. I had one that made me afraid to look out the windows of my house, because dog-man was in my front yard.