Sleep and Dreams Megathread - General

[QUOTE=DSG;24380612]is it a good idea to burn your dream journal if you no longer want to lucid dream? what are some other ways to stop?[/QUOTE] Don't write your dreams down in a DJ and your Dream Recall will fade.

[QUOTE=Jimmg;24380621]Don't write your dreams down in a DJ and your Dream Recall will fade.[/QUOTE] lately I've been inducing lucid unintentionally, so...

[QUOTE=DSG;24380643]lately I've been inducing lucid unintentionally, so...[/QUOTE] But why stop?

When I attempt WILDs, I get to the point where I believe hypnagogic imagery/sounds is showing up, and the stuff is ALWAYS like dreams unfolding in my mind's eye - not as vivid or detailed as dreaming, but still dreams. I also then usually realize what's happening and move my eyes and the whole thing falls apart, and I go back to staring at the inside of my eyes on the, er, 'lower level' - the mind's eye happens on a 'higher level' (it seems like that :/) Is that actually normal? Also I apparently fell asleep for a while attempting a WILD, but I'm 100% certain I wasn't asleep at any point - am I sleeping while staying awake consciously and going towards REM stage, then waking up?

[QUOTE=Activeellis;24380916]But why stop?[/QUOTE] my subconscious keeps bringing up things I don't want to think about and it's affecting anything I try to do in my dreams. it's like having control over what goes on, but another part of my mind brings other stuff in on its own

[QUOTE=DSG;24380643]lately I've been inducing lucid unintentionally, so...[/QUOTE] Oxymoron. if you want to stop lucid dreams simply don't think about it. Well I'm going to bed it's 3:30 AM

[QUOTE=solid_jake;24381072]Oxymoron. if you want to stop lucid dreams simply don't think about it. Well I'm going to bed it's 3:30 AM[/QUOTE] uh, not really about half a year ago I started being able to immediately be lucid when a dream starts without even thinking about lucid dreaming when going to bed or anything

Hey Jake, whats your sleeping pattern? And how did you train your sub? Damn im really eager to see who my sub is. And because i don't think i've contributed this to the thread (or at least, i hope i havn't) the last two dreams i remember [quote]The sun holds high in the sky, the heat and light turning the safest of refuges of darkness into a betrayal of light, there is no sound here, except this one droning sound of the helicopter that circles above. Two males and a woman are dragged out from the safety of darkness their hands restricted by handcuffs, their faces hidden and looking down. The Police officers that drag them to their fate hold their heads high, each walks like a rooster in a cage of hens, puffed chests filled with pride. A young woman runs up to them, clothed in buisness atire, a grey suit her black hair nearly formed behind her ears she runs to the officer to protest. She grabs his arms, i can hear the screaming from here, the public don't want this to happen but the police, ran by the goverment don't give a damn what you want. He pulls out a gun. i turn my head and close my eyes, only to hear the ringing sount of a gunshot and the drone of the helicopter becomes the only sound once again in this bleak world. It's only a matter of time before they find me, i look down to my knees as i'm hidden, black jeans covers my legs, a Scarlet red hoodie drowns me in anonymity the hood fully over my face, Sunglasses sit on my nose, as i know from this place they will drag me out to their bastion of light. The police start closing in, you can hear the radio chatter the reflection of flashlights illuminating my only sanctuary. He turns the corner and comes into my view, a short man with dark brown hair, he lacks the pride and the arrogance of the others, instead its replaced by something else. Fear. I can use Fear. I stand up, dust falling from my clothes as i look at him, he looks at me shakey, hands on the holster of his pistol. "I'll cooperate" my own words ring in my ears as a feeling of satisfaction washes over me, the words are calming, they give him power over me, but he's still scared. "Just go easy on me eh! i'm only a kid" perfect words he's now aware im the same flesh and blood. He turns me around and grabs both arms, true to my words he's much more gentle, my hoodie covers my wrists, i roll both my fists up, unkown to him i've prepared for this moment. He throws the handcuffs on me, i keep my hands in a fist, they're pretty loose on me as it is, he doesn't want to do this, i don't hate him for it either. my wrists are padded for this moment, newspaper and straps of leather give the appearence of my hands being bigger than they are, i'll need this for the moment thats about to come. He drags me out into the light, i look up, the sun shows the world for how corrupted it now is, i keep my head down and play my part, they need me to look like the profile they want," Scared kids full of rage and hate" he leads me up onto a stage as i count the four wooden steps up to it, i can see a pair of legs infront of me, Black jeans worn from running, a few patches missing, i follow my eyes up to a black hoodie, hood down but a bandanna covering her face, red hair is worn in a high ponytail. She turns to face me and my heart soars, silent rage fills my veins as the sun beats its heat down apon me, a cool head still prevails, the officer grabs her and turns her back to line. i look up to see a crowd of camera's and public members, all of them protesting the camera's document the whole situation. This will be our final resting place, from here they will each pull out a pistol and end the cities "Youth oppression" we're the last of the free kids. I look up to the back of her head, the red hair catches the emotion of Love inside me, i'd take each of the bullets if it stopped her taking one. i'm not doing this without a fight. The propaganda is filling my ears, but its not heard, the plan is running in my head, im allready pulling the leather and newspaper from my wrists as i let my hands go limp. as the handcuffs slide off caught only by my index fingers. I don't want them to hit the floor yet, it's not time. The largest of the officers walks infront, he's observing us like a wild animal, foolishly he steps between me and her. He orders his two officers to draw their pistolsm they aim at the back of the heads of the two last men with us. their hands tremble, here nothing i can do, i can foolishly try to save them, but with three against one, thats no odds i can take. I hold my head to the floor cursing under my breath, the sound of two gunshots resonate and gunpowder fills my nose. "And take their corpses and throw them into the river!" he orders, the two men exit from my left My handcuffs hit the floor with a resonating sound but by then its allready too late for him. I pull the pistol from his belt, the cold hard metal in my hands and the weight of it brings a sence of reality and destiny, the pistol recoils from the shot as the rooster falls dead, his head nothing more than a fine mess and he falls to the floor. You've been planning aswell i see, her handcuffs slip off as she pulls a knife from her ankle. The terrified police officer backs up, but he showed mercy to me, i lower the pistol and take your hand, right now all i want to do is wrap my arms around you, but this isn't the time. We run off the stage to the right, exiting over a 3 foot high wall eroded by the wind that crumbles beneath the fingertips, we descend into darkness, we descend back into safety. And then i opened my eyes. [/quote] [quote]It's a familliar setting, Dark corridors, perfectly square, leads into a hexagonal room. in the middle of the darkness is a small hexagonal platform, floating. The setting usually goes as follows, i'm supposed to jump on the platform, with most of my dreams, its usually a game of sorts, in this the logical thing inside my head is that, once i jump on it, sometimes infront of me a giant stone face attempts to kill me, in a veriety of fun ways, its genuine terror at that point, normally i wake up. And usually i cheat, a few times i've seen small corridoors before this room i can sneak into instead. But it was different. I ran as fast as i could towards that platform and lept onto it, i look down and the number 4 is glowing at my feet. It's a puzzle, the familier feeling of dread plays, i know theres some sort of mortal danger i'm in. But this time was different. I didn't care, i stayed and kept my ground, waiting to confront whatever the front of the room was ready to throw at me, i was sure the wall was going to fall away and reveal something But i just opened my eyes.[/quote] In before Jake/Zinayzen dream-analysis mindfuckery!

[quote=Nick895]I'm trying to Lucid Dream (Like half of the people here) and I've started to say in my mind that I will do things that my subconscious wants me to do, like a test, but in real life. Because I learned (Or from what Jake said) that your subconscious can hear you when you think. Last night, I barely remembered my dreams, but I remember seeing one of my friends, whom last I saw had long fingernails. Considering I had long fingernails, I took that as a sign to cut them and remember to cut them when necessary. Basically, the way I want to try to get into a dream is for my subconscious to trust me, kind of like Jake. [/quote] Do you think this will actually work, anyone? And, The one night I actually kept my mantra in my mind to remember my dream, I didn't remember it, strange...

I did the writing dream check in my dream last night, but all writing stayed the same and made sense. I was also practising MILD techniques as well because I needed to get to the next level or something in my dream. I also died in one of my dreams last night, will post soon.

Figured I'd post my dream here, it wasn't lucid, but it was damn confusing. I was some mix of Sean Connery's James Bond and Alex Rider, investigating a glass cannon. Or something, it was a glass vase and if you held it a certain way it shot air, like an Airzooka. Me and this girl from my English class tracked the Vase to this remote settlement in some snowy mountains. All very high tech etc, we went in through the vents, and looked into a giant hall, the glass cannon sat on a Plinth in the centre. We broke the vent grating and parachuted down (It was about 5 meters drop.) The girl grabbed the vase, when a giant door opened in the wall, and out stepped the first villain from the Iron Man film, he shouted at us and we fired the glass cannon at him. He stumbled as bits of the floor fell away, revealing a sort of garage beneath, with shelves of mechanical doodads and such, we ducked down and hid, as we heard a loud bang, and then Iron Man landed next to us. He charged up his arm gun things using a adjustable spanner before running around the corner and fighting the other guy. A few seconds passed and Iron man was thrown back, he landed at our feet, told us to keep the Glass Cannon safe and died. We both ran, pushed through a door and we ended up in a hangar. We saw an elephant, with Dumbo sized wings. I climbed on, the girl followed and the Elephant ran through the door and glided away frmo the installation. Minutes passed as we drifted over a tropical jungle, and the girl asked where the Elephant came from. I suddenly remembered that it was mine, I pointed to a spot amidst the trees and we descended. We entered a sort of flash back, as we watched the Elephant, now a baby, attempt to climb a waterfall. Above, in the trees, the Elephants family watched his futile efforts to scale the waterfall. He eventually jumped, 30 meters into the air, and landed on the trunks of his siblings, like a hammock. They started to rock him, swinging too and fro before letting go, the Elephant flew through the air and over the waterfall. Suddenly, we were there too, atop the waterfall. I declared we had to stop, I sat down at a PC on a desk made of wood and updated my twitter, saying we were being chased by evil Iron Man. As we were about to leave, someone commented on the update, saying that they wished I'd told them I was a spy. We clambered onto the Elephant and ended up in Tokyo/Hong Kong. Here, I met Hallee Berry, the girl from my English class had mysteriously vanished. I went into Berry's shop, which was a sort of spa restaurant. We went into an outside area, where 4 Japanese men all sat in one hot tub. I looked at one and realised that he was the bad guy. I asked if he'd starred in Blade Runner (Which was a big film at the time. I know.) He avoided the question, yet everyone in the building realised that he was in fact, a leading actor in the film. They pestered him when Judi Dench, as M, patted me on the shoulder; "Good job, we'd never have found him if it weren't for you." The man was arrested and I was left with Hallee Berry. We had Sushi and I remembered about the glass cannon, I sat it on the table when suddenly, Hallee ripped her cloths off and sat on top of it, it went into her vagina before firing and blowing her head off. I suddenly remembered that I had to attend a court hearing for the bad guy from Blade runner, so I pulled on my jacket and climbed on the Elephant and flew to the courthouse. ---- So, dreamers. What does this dream mean?

I drank some cola before going to bed on last night and I chose not to brush my teeth because I'm such a bachelor frog. Anyway, in the dream, I was in a huge portal chamber like swimming local, when suddenly thousands of toothpicks started coming through my gums, I pulled them off like 50 at a time, but more just kept coming through. A while later my mind though "This is too f'd up" and I woke up. My teeth were still all tingly from the cola.

This is my battlefield bad company 2 feeling dream where I died. [quote=Dream Journal] I was running towards building through an open field. I had a rather large machine gun at hand. I jumped for cover under a windows on the outside of the building. I could hear people inside pacing about. I took a quick look, there was 3 of them, well I presumed there was three I could see 2 for sure. I relaxed and thought what I was going to do. I stood up and let out a volley of rounds, the first enemy was hit the the head and the second in the throat area. I jumped through the window and went to knife the third enemy who'd only just figured out what had happened. I missed, I don't know how but I did. When I saw his face he looked familiar, a friend who I went through army training with (in real life). We started talking for a while, I don't know what about. Then I finished off with, "You would have got that kill anyway, I'll let you take a clean headshot" He replied with "Yeah, I love headshots." We went outside and I stood 5 metres away from him. I nodded and he took the shot. I fell to the floor. For some reason I could still see for a very short time, unable to move. When I woke up I couldn't move for about 5 seconds. My heart was racing. [/quote]

I need help guys. The past two nights I haven't even slept and I'm tired as hell. Now for these past two nights I've been trying WILD. Could that affect my sleeping?

[QUOTE=Mikesword221;24384289]I need help guys. The past two nights I haven't even slept and I'm tired as hell. Now for these past two nights I've been trying WILD. Could that affect my sleeping?[/QUOTE] Yeah. If it's keeping you up, you're doing it wrong. Next time, just fall asleep. While you're falling asleep, just watch stuff move in front of your eyes. You'll know what I'm talking about. From there it's the same thing. If that doesn't happen, just sleep. You can try again the next day, sleep's more important.

I remember my dream nearly every night with lots of detail. Such as last night. I had a dream where I was in the military in some iraqi/afghan desert or something. I was almost constantly in a helicopter shooting things from the side gun, Apparently we ended up crashing and fighting off the guys for a little bit. After that we found this tiny glass building with a chair and this funnel thing in it. Apparently this funnel was some sort of teleporter that brings you back to 'base', my base was for some reason my childhood middle-school and I for some looked like a steampunk version of harry potter.

From tonights dream log [QUOTE]2010-08-24 01:14 I was in the violence district from "LSD Dream Emulator". It was a very short dream because it was cut off by a malfunctioning fire alarm that woke me up. I couldn't remember anything but after a while i started to remember things and then i wrote it down. 2010-08-24 06:42 Just woke up from a very short dream where i dreamt that i had just woke up and squished a wasp directly over my head. After I squished it a couple of seconds passed before I woke[/QUOTE]

Well once again I got nothing. Because my fucking dog wouldn't stop barking :argh: I do have fragments of a few dreams but I can only remember one of those fragments, and that involves me being in English class in 10th grade for some reason. Sucks ass man.

Currently i've been having dreams about returning to school, which is strange since I go to college. I guess these dreams are basically my angst concerning returning to college, and the two-year course I have ahead of me.

goddammit i had a sex dream with my sub too fuck

Hahaha, this is gonna be good.

my sub looks like agent smith when i'm lucid but only when i'm lucid that was a rude awakening

Wait so Agent Smith assrammed you? Post now

what did she look like? or [B]He[/B]... :ohdear:

As I said before, I love lucid dreaming more than anything, but I rarely do it. And even then It rarely lasts more than a few seconds The longest time I ever went lucid, I ended up jumping and found out out there was low gravity, so I went high and got scared, therefore waking up. I'd really want to try and do it more, hopefully to speak to my sub (i've never really come close to it, so It'll be astronomically interesting) The only problem is, I'm sort of scared of sleep paralysis, Whenever I start to feel myself losing control, I just can't stand it. It's mainly down to how much I hate the unknown. [editline]06:09PM[/editline] Also, Is it possible to ask your subconcious to let you stay lucid for a while longer?

Oh, and also... MILD doesnt seem to work really well with me, i mean, i have tried it a few days, and i know it takes a few weeks, but the mantras... They are just words for me, i mean, they dont seem like they are doing anything. Although first time i "tried" to lucid i just thought about LD and went lucid :)

[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24387684]my sub looks like agent smith when i'm lucid but only when i'm lucid that was a rude awakening[/QUOTE] Well you gotta post yours Jake posted his. Also I didn't have any dream cause of my dog barking the whole night.

I just realized something very obvious. I was unintentionally doing WILD before I even tried to LD. No kidding. I remember that if I laid there a certain way and kept my mind awake, I would slowly feel like I was sinking backwards. AND I started to see what resembled convoluted dreams, but whenever I tried to concentrate on them, I stopped sinking and it transformed to me just imagining everything and waking myself up. I didnt even realize that I was going into a dream. :bang: I havtn been able to do it ever since I started to try and LD. I think my sub is really preventing me from LDing. :argh:

The WILD technique really helped get to sleep. To bad I fell asleep.

So I tried giving WILD a go, since I've been falling asleep by that method since forever. I create a scenario and before I know it I fall asleep. I've been having this certain problem though that I get this ''sucked in'' feeling mixed with drowsy, this makes me feel like i'm losing my balance so open up my eyes or get ''shaken'' back into the darkness. Do i try it like 3 times but after the 3th time my mind goes somewhere else and i fall asleep. Could anyone tell me if I am reaching my dream or if there's happening something else?