Sleep and Dreams Megathread v2 - General

[QUOTE=Goberfish;27570454]It was a very short dream, probably because only five minutes passed before I woke up. It also wasn't that detailed, but I'm working on that. It was also weird in a sense that I don't normally have dreams influenced by what I've watched recently.[/QUOTE] Awesome. I love it when you find yourself in film settings/universes etc. in your dreams. :v: Now I need to relate my dream about how I saved the world. That was incredible.

[QUOTE=Fourm Shark;27569054]Side note. ive been having alot of dreams lately of alternate lives. When i wake up I believe I am living in that alternate life for 30 seconds before I come to.[/QUOTE] Here we go, again. I'd like to hear about it. Maybe ask your sub about it.

[QUOTE=Fourm Shark;27569054]ive been having alot of dreams lately of alternate lives. When i wake up I believe I am living in that alternate life for 30 seconds before I come to.[/QUOTE] Yeah... Those always make me :smith: after I realize which life I'm living. Especially so with the deep ones. [editline]21st January 2011[/editline] No shame in telling you guys I had a dream about living in "how to train your dragon". Almost every day I wish I could go back to that dream. [editline]21st January 2011[/editline] NO SHAME I TELL YOU

[QUOTE=Birdman101;27576277]NO SHAME I TELL YOU[/QUOTE] Thx birdman for recall. No shame telling you guys I was in this building with a bunch people. I picked up a loch and load from the ground. We went into this lift. This epic song played, one I've never heard of. Soon, the place looked like a combo of the citadel reactor and aperture science labs. Every floor we got to, someone left with a fare well. I was the last person to leave, and when I did, I woke up.

Ok so maybe you folks can help me out. Through sheer force of will i've started remembering my dreams. First, i was working in a pizza place, when someone ordered a large pizza with everything on it, and a large soda. I didn't know how to work the register, so i just typed in 'large pizza and soda' and suddenly they appeared. I brought the pizza outside to the customer, a heavyset black woman, and she gave me a seashell in exchange. I sat on the curb, and thought: 'this isn't so bad. I think i should get a job.' then i woke up. So the next day, i dreamed i was on a large icy area, a large glacier behind me, and a kind of primordial ooze in a big ice bowl in front of me. Every couple minutes or so, the ooze had a small black hole in it, which i threw snowballs in, making them vanish. When they vanished, the whole earth shook. I did this about 5 times before a woman's voice said: 'shut down all structures until this problem is contained.' Then i woke up. Finally, I had a nice dream where i gave a nice woman a full body massage, she was quite beautiful, and also naked. But when i looked at her face, it distorted from a hot woman's face to my mom's, then melted into a skull. My hands melted too, and i woke up all sweaty. My mind is disturbing, and i haven't the foggiest idea what these mean.

So I woke up early this morning and decided to try to WILD, but it didn't work. I sat there and relaxed and shit, but after ~40 minutes I started to feel my body become tense or lighter, but then my eyes started moving back and forth really fast and I couldn't keep them closed :saddowns: I might try again tomorrow. I think I grew too obsessed with Bad Company 2 and started dreaming about hiding from fucking helicopters and being shot in the head by a sniper (Steam says I've played for 71 hours the past two weeks) , but now that I've stopped playing maybe I can have dreams again!

I hate the waking up where for a moment I don't have a clue where I am or why I'm not where I just was.

[QUOTE=Oblivious1;27577847]Thx birdman for recall. No shame telling you guys I was in this building with a bunch people. I picked up a loch and load from the ground. We went into this lift. This epic song played, one I've never heard of. Soon, the place looked like a combo of the citadel reactor and aperture science labs. Every floor we got to, someone left with a fare well. I was the last person to leave, and when I did, I woke up.[/QUOTE] Sounds like a p. sweet dream. I love aperture. [editline]22nd January 2011[/editline] We do what we must...

I had a fake-lucid dream I think. I WAS conscious in the dream, but only slightly. I couldn't focus at all except in the dream, I was walking down a hall and randomly thought "A guy in a green shirt will walk around the corner", and a guy in a green shirt walked around the corner (I did eventually spin around but I don't think it did anything). Then I was pretty much just dreaming normally from that point and I woke up when the building I was in flipped side-ways and I smashed my face in the wall.

I've decided to 'properly' get into lucid dreaming now, but first (even though I can remember my dreams 90% of the time) i've made a dream journal. Last night I had two dreams (or 3 with one that links into another) [quote]Tarrigon It started out as if I was in an episode of come dine with me. We were at this persons house and they were cooking so we went looking around, but it was mostly empty. We came across her bedroom and it was packed, a grand piano was sitting on her bed. One of the people picked it up, itending to put it Down, but it smashed. She started crying and ran off, to tell the owner. They both came back in and the owner was mad, so mad that they got into a fight . Next bit of dream was hazy but I remember saying " if you hit one more unconciouz person, I'm taking you down " She ignores this and hits someone who was down. I drag her over and bash her head into the ground, I also take her necklace which was a troiangle with a button on top. I press the button and we land on a beach, there are more of us and in the distance we can see a giant pyramid with a cannon firing a purple beam into the distance. Something happened on that beach, but I figured out the triangle. The button would take us somewhere significant, pulling the sides out and turning right would give you money and, the most important, turning left would permanently make the user an animal. The pyramid guide popped out and told me that it was intended this way, as most people are right handed and turn right. So someone says we should touch the cannon to destroy next and I agree. I lead our 40 strong group over the bridge to a plain, in which there is an info board somehow we all fit behind the board, bar one. A voice tells that one to drop his weapon and he will be detained for 10.minutes. He does this and the guards walk over. Somehow he knocks them both down and we have a lengthy battle for 40-2. An archer was firing arrows in the distance, and they were heavily Affected by the wind. The first one almost got me, but I dodge the rest. Some guy was sitting down and it seemed an arrow had gone through him, but it had gone under him. "charge!" I shout! As we are running, my triangle spouts a load of gold coins, which distracts my men and the guards. " money is money, coins are lives! " I shout, words getting mixed up. "those with weapons go first! We must get to the keep!" I shouted and two armed people went first, obliterating those we stood before them. We were now in the castle and... I woke up[/quote] [quote]Pizza delivery We were short on cash, so my parents decided to make pizza (only cheese) while me and my sister delivered them. We went into the park, where an old Russian lady was standing. We had or dog with us. We handed our pizza to her and she proclaims that we didn't do x y and z, so the cost should be brought down to 1.81 We agree and she hands us a 20 dollar tip, before calling our dog nutrious. When we got back my parents were happy about the tip, so they gave the rest of the pizzas to us. I said I'd eat mine later, but when I returned later on, they had all gone. My sister had eaten them all and I was mad at her for that![/quote]

[QUOTE=xxfalconxx;27578003]I sat on the curb, and thought: 'this isn't so bad. I think i should get a job.' then i woke up.[/QUOTE] I don't know why, but that really made me laugh. Maybe its because of the way I would say it. I thought of the image macro where the guy says "I'm Okay With This"

Man... I had one of those awesome dreams again. Along with a CLASSIC morning. This dream wasn't lucid, but it goes to show how creative my inner mind is. Now, me on the other hand, I am as far from creative as possible. My sub must be stealing all of my creationism... The dream started out, and I was in some kind of camp in the woods. I met a nice girl there (The dream never specified her name, and she didn't resemble anyone in my life), we talked, then some "stuff" happened. Meanwhile, some other girl, loosely based off of a girl in my life, Cathy (WHO I HATE!), had seen all of this unfold. After me and the other girl parted, the "Cathy" girl (I'll just call her Cathy from now on) walked up to me, knocked me out, then forcibly did "stuff" to me. When I woke up, she said if I told anyone, she would have me killed. The scene switched to me and the first girl sitting on a bench on a city sidewalk. We were talking, then she got a message on her phone. She looked at it, then said, "Is it true, Alex?" "What?", I said. "You slept with Cathy?" "Well, not -" She walked away. THIS is where the epicness begins. The scene switched to some type of documentary. The narrator explained my name, who I was, and some things about me. "A man named Alex <blahblah>, met a girl, <blah>, at his summer camp. They soon developed a relationship, but Alex got involved with another girl, named Cathy. Soon, the first girl discovered this, and left him" Then, my "mom" (who looked absolutely nothing like my mom) came on as a guest. She said that I would never do anything like this. She was right. "Well, this is Alex's mom, the only surviving person directly involved" After a short interview, the documentary continued. "Alex was questioned by his friend (who was actually working for the government, testing out a new elimination system). Alex told him everything. Out of all of the confusion, and guilt, Alex killed himself. His body was found at the bottom of a cliff. There were no wounds signifying murder. Shortly after, Alex, Cathy, and the other girl's families were killed in a fire that took place in a restaurant. The first girl was never found." The documentary ended. It switched back to my point of view. I called the first girl and told her to meet me at a cliff side. That night, I met her there. I told her the truth about what happened, that I truly loved her, and that my friend had sent a crooked goverment group after us, and that she needed to run. I then said that I will always be there, no matter what happened. As soon as she disappeared over a hillside, men in strange military armor came up behind me. They pointed guns at me and told me to stand up. I did. They walked me towards the cliffside, and kicked me off. Epic dream. Followed by an epic morning that I used to love as a little kid. I woke up at 8, with sunlight pouring in the room, got up before everyone else, like I always used to, when I didn't have to worry about homework and things, then had some cereal and watched TV.

I'll tell you guys about my dream about saving the world. It was essentially Space Jam, with paintball, and some other stuff. [quote]Cue dream. The setting is basically humanity's good future. We are a spacefaring race, having finally set off in large spaceships and explored the solar system. I'm on a spaceship for whatever reason, when we receive a transmission from an alien race, stating that they are far more powerful than us, they have a huge fleet and will crush us... ...unless we play them in a game of paintball and win. So I step up, and declare that humanity accepts their challenge, and that I will assemble a team to face them. They give us two days before the match. On humanity's paintball team are a whole bunch of people, including my friend Ste, some random aliens (lol fuck consistency), Chewbacca, and bizzarely, my english teacher. Tensions were understandably high before the match (here a lot of things blur together - I do remember waiting two days, but I can barely remember anything between.) I remember talking to my english teacher, contemplating the fact that the fate of humanity rested on this one match of paintball. :v: Fast forward to just before the game started. We're in this massive kind of jungle/savannah hybrid environment - I am informed that we're on the [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titan_%28moon%29"]jungles of Titan[/URL]. Very muddy. I remember giving a rousing speech - I can't remember much, but I'm pretty sure it ended in "this is our solar system. These worlds are OURS! Are we gonna let them have one bit of it?" and my team responded with a unified roar of "HELL NO!" My mind clearly functions on the rule of cool. So we had the paintball match. I had some kind of HUD showing our team's points, it was only ten minutes long and whoever had more points at the end won. The details were vague (I barely even remember what the aliens looked like - possibly the Kohr-Ah from Star Control II?) but our team battled through and eventually won the match. I hear this booming voice : "The humans won. We will honour our promise to leave this system and never return. Your race has potential for greatness." (yeah, even though Chewbacca and a bunch of other aliens were on my team, WTF) I looked up and saw all these massive ships in the sky, flying away, getting smaller and smaller... and then everyone bursts into wild applause and cheering. And then it dawned on me that we had essentially just saved humanity. I was so happy, so unbelievably euphoric, that I just dropped to my knees and started crying. I saw these aliens leaving, the huge crowd cheering for their continued survival, and it was so elevating and beautiful, and I was sobbing on the ground... in my mind, I was humanity's greatest hero.[/quote]The dream ended there. I was thinking about it for a full day after I had it, and I don't think I will ever forget it, purely for that feeling of complete euphoria I felt at the end of it all. tl;dr - [tab] in my dream i am the star. its me[/tab]

So, i got shot 10 times last night (dream lol) and i think i almost slipped into lucid dreaming again, because i was talking to the man helping me telling him "You know, I've been shot 10 times but this morphine is great, i don't feel a thing" shortly after beginning to realize how retarded that sounded i woke up, or rather, i believe i died in the dream. Long time no post here, i have a lot of reading to do. [editline]e[/editline] [QUOTE=Joppari;27371591]Tried this. There was a dinosaur at my yard, I told my dad that the dream wasn't real, but he kept telling me it's real and that we need to run fast now.[/QUOTE] I know this is super old but that is variable, sometimes they don't believe you and sometimes they are fully aware they are part of a dream. It depends on which type of lucid dream you're having as i understand it.

I swear, in every dream i have there is one or more moments where i interact with my old classmates from Elementary school. I think i miss them.

So, has anyone asked their subconscious about their greatest fear? I want to know what happened if you did.

[QUOTE=Turnips5;27592928]So, has anyone asked their subconscious about their greatest fear? I want to know what happened if you did.[/QUOTE] You stop sleeping for a while because you never saw it coming, never expected it to be that and it scared the fucking shit out of you. Most people need to remember to tell their sub to describe it to them, otherwise it will do what is natural to it (your sub) and actually show you. Then you're really fucked.

[QUOTE=s0beit;27593673]You stop sleeping for a while because you never saw it coming, never expected it to be that and it scared the fucking shit out of you. Most people need to remember to tell their sub to describe it to them, otherwise it will do what is natural to it (your sub) and actually show you. Then you're really fucked.[/QUOTE] Heh. Has anyone here actually experienced it though? I doubt it, since the OP decries it (with good reason), but people will do lots for the sake of science...

I've set a goal for this upcoming month and that is to achieve and lengthened Lucid Dream. I want to be within my own sub conscience mind for a designated three weeks. So far I've been recalling even the most faintest dreams I've had, and then recording them into a leather bound dream journal. I've also been taking Vitamin B-12 and Melatonin nightly to help induce Lucid Dreams. The effects are quite noticable; I've yet to achieve a complete lucid dream, but I am beginning to recognize the oddness in dream logic to real life logic. I've been increasing the amount of times I do Reality checks so I will do them in dreams. Wish me luck my good friends.

[QUOTE=Turnips5;27594272]Heh. Has anyone here actually experienced it though? I doubt it, since the OP decries it (with good reason), but people will do lots for the sake of science...[/QUOTE] People have described it in this topic, it's just way far back. It's a disaster and is best avoided. Usually it goes, they show you your most horrific fear (which likely you aren't even aware of on a conscious level), this drives you crazy as shit for a while. [QUOTE=Bredirish123;27594469]I've set a goal for this upcoming month and that is to achieve and lengthened Lucid Dream. I want to be within my own sub conscience mind for a designated three weeks. So far I've been recalling even the most faintest dreams I've had, and then recording them into a leather bound dream journal. I've also been taking Vitamin B-12 and Melatonin nightly to help induce Lucid Dreams. The effects are quite noticable; I've yet to achieve a complete lucid dream, but I am beginning to recognize the oddness in dream logic to real life logic. I've been increasing the amount of times I do Reality checks so I will do them in dreams. Wish me luck my good friends.[/QUOTE] Good luck, i might look into those dream enhancing drugs but so far I've never had a legit use for them, my dreams are pretty vivid when they're lucid, otherwise i they seem fine but not spectacular. Dream journal is [b]the most important[/b] followed by reality checks if you're planning on lucids. Basically solid_jake's second post (after the OP). I've also never used any "methods" to lucid dream and have had one successfully. I hear they are helpful though.

[QUOTE=Turnips5;27592928]So, has anyone asked their subconscious about their greatest fear? I want to know what happened if you did.[/QUOTE] My sub dosnt want to tell me. I dont want to know. Just leavin well enough alone.

I wish i could talk with my sub, but i'm incapable of lucid dreaming. I guess i need to try harder.

Persistence, mah boi, is what all true lucid dreamers require to succeed.

I've been able to remember my dreams every night for as long as i remember, i'm just not sure if they are lucid. I write them down every day and i have a notebook full of crazy stuff. I think there's only been one time where i was actually aware that i was dreaming and it only lasted for less than 5 minutes because i walked into my room and saw myself lying in my bed. But for instance last night i had a dream where i was with the girl of my dreams(heh) and we were sitting on a couch..or bench.. and right when i put my arm around her, she is on the other side of a round table and there is a candle in the middle that is half melted. When the flame goes out i wake up. What the hell is this?

[QUOTE=Turnips5;27594272]Heh. Has anyone here actually experienced it though? I doubt it, since the OP decries it (with good reason), but people will do lots for the sake of science...[/QUOTE] The reason I really, REALLY make sure people don't do it is because I've done it myself. It's not a pleasurable experience. There's no real way to describe it without sounding trite, but know that when I say "it's worse than you could ever imagine", it's true. It's interesting, though. It shows you where your heart really lies, in most cases. Most people are afriad of dying, but I'd wager that probably 99% of the people afraid of dying don't consider dying their greatest fear. From what I've seen and read it's helplessness while someone you love is...well, nothing good happens, let me put it that way. I can explain it, I suppose, but it's been a year since it happened so I'll probably be rusty. [editline]23rd January 2011[/editline] Recall's a bit rusty, and my feelings about the person involved have changed quite drastically, so quite frankly it probably won't sound as heartcrushing as it was, but I'll try. I was...in a room. Don't remember where, but it was all cement. Bare lightbulb on the ceiling. I was tied to a chair, I think. It was one of those dreams that start fuzzy, which in context may have meant I was coming to after being knocked out. Anyway, it was a lot easier to concentrate once I started to hear the screams and whimpers... I could see my girlfriend across the room, and two biker looking gentlemen or something. Not pleasant people, generally. And the things they were doing...I'm not going into details. I'll go so far as to say that gore threads on /b/ are relatively tame in comparison. The mind is a scary thing. She just kept staring at me and screaming. Pleading for my help, for me to do something, to do ANYTHING...but I couldn't. I couldn't move and I couldn't open my mouth, I couldn't get up and help her...I just couldn't do anything. And her look started to evolve...from pleading to hatred, like she hated me for not helping her. Hate is a word that really can't describe a lot of things, and this is one of them. It was a combination of damnation, judgment, disbelief...fear. It was a lot of things, and none of them good. So that took place over the course of probably a minute, but it felt like a lifetime. There's no way to describe it in a way that will make you feel the way it made me feel, but once I shook myself out of it and woke up, I just cried. For a long, long time. And then, of course, for the next week and a half I followed her EVERYWHERE, just in case. Hell, I'm STILL getting over it. I doubt that feeling will go away, even though we broke up and she's an ungrateful whore. [editline]23rd January 2011[/editline] That being said, I kind of still suggest that you do it. It's hard to get over, but it's a very interesting result and gives you some insight you didn't know you had. Plus it's an experience.

I had a really messed up dream. I dreamed that I was in some room and a guy handed me a bunch of massive long dried out leaves (Like 2 feet long). I then had to use some paper to shape this into a comically huge cigar like thing and light the end of it. I then used the other end and it felt like liquid was going into my lungs and there was tons of smoke and shit. I then apparently became completely fucking baked. I woke up at 1pm and was like "What?".

[QUOTE=Zinayzen;27604652]The reason I really, REALLY make sure people don't do it is because I've done it myself. It's not a pleasurable experience. There's no real way to describe it without sounding trite, but know that when I say "it's worse than you could ever imagine", it's true. It's interesting, though. It shows you where your heart really lies, in most cases. Most people are afriad of dying, but I'd wager that probably 99% of the people afraid of dying don't consider dying their greatest fear. From what I've seen and read it's helplessness while someone you love is...well, nothing good happens, let me put it that way. I can explain it, I suppose, but it's been a year since it happened so I'll probably be rusty. [editline]23rd January 2011[/editline] Recall's a bit rusty, and my feelings about the person involved have changed quite drastically, so quite frankly it probably won't sound as heartcrushing as it was, but I'll try. I was...in a room. Don't remember where, but it was all cement. Bare lightbulb on the ceiling. I was tied to a chair, I think. It was one of those dreams that start fuzzy, which in context may have meant I was coming to after being knocked out. Anyway, it was a lot easier to concentrate once I started to hear the screams and whimpers... I could see my girlfriend across the room, and two biker looking gentlemen or something. Not pleasant people, generally. And the things they were doing...I'm not going into details. I'll go so far as to say that gore threads on /b/ are relatively tame in comparison. The mind is a scary thing. She just kept staring at me and screaming. Pleading for my help, for me to do something, to do ANYTHING...but I couldn't. I couldn't move and I couldn't open my mouth, I couldn't get up and help her...I just couldn't do anything. And her look started to evolve...from pleading to hatred, like she hated me for not helping her. Hate is a word that really can't describe a lot of things, and this is one of them. It was a combination of damnation, judgment, disbelief...fear. It was a lot of things, and none of them good. So that took place over the course of probably a minute, but it felt like a lifetime. There's no way to describe it in a way that will make you feel the way it made me feel, but once I shook myself out of it and woke up, I just cried. For a long, long time. And then, of course, for the next week and a half I followed her EVERYWHERE, just in case. Hell, I'm STILL getting over it. I doubt that feeling will go away, even though we broke up and she's an ungrateful whore. [editline]23rd January 2011[/editline] That being said, I kind of still suggest that you do it. It's hard to get over, but it's a very interesting result and gives you some insight you didn't know you had. Plus it's an experience.[/QUOTE] Damn. I'm very grateful to you for telling me, that sounds incredibly insightful. Your subconscious basically revealed that your greatest fear is losing the ones you love and being unable to do anything about it. It's funny how dreams can influence your waking life and vice-versa. I remember a while after I rejected some girl ages ago (I wasn't attracted to her, at all :c) I had this dream where she was in some kind of cancer ward, dying slowly and completely helpless. I pretty much sat and talked to her until she died, after which I felt a supreme sadness. For a whole day after I had this dream, I was getting weird flashbacks to it, like I couldn't stop thinking about this girl, couldn't stop thinking about her frailty and helplessness. I actually sought her out on MSN and started talking to her out of the blue. The conversations weren't anything special, and the feeling wore off in the week, but for that day, it felt like I needed to talk to this girl and make her feel better, somehow. Crazy stuff.

[QUOTE=Eonart;27605626]I am intrigued by this statement. Tell me other questions which I may use to show this.[/QUOTE] Unfortunately, it's a hard question to answer. As I've said before (at some point), your subconscious is a less filtered version of you. Biases and filters and such are mostly all conscious, so your subconscious is you without those, which means if you ask it questions, it'll either tell you how you really feel, or it'll tell you you're not strong enough to know the truth (which is a shit answer, but trust me, it's better). Honestly, if you can manage to LD, just chat up your subconscious. Just remember, and I can't stress this enough, it's not a separate person. You can't ask it questions you don't know, because you don't know them. Introspective questions are best, but again, don't always expect an answer. And be careful asking about beliefs, they're not always going to bring good answers. To directly answer your question, though, just...ask. Ask what you care about the most, ask what you couldn't bear to lose. Ask questions like that. Sometimes the answers are hard to hear, but ultimately it just leads to a higher sense of self-understanding, because it's not like ignoring the answer makes it go away. That's even worse, because while deep down you feel a certain way, you're consciously denying it. [editline]23rd January 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Sobotnik;27609094]I had a really messed up dream. I dreamed that I was in some room and a guy handed me a bunch of massive long dried out leaves (Like 2 feet long). I then had to use some paper to shape this into a comically huge cigar like thing and light the end of it. I then used the other end and it felt like liquid was going into my lungs and there was tons of smoke and shit. I then apparently became completely fucking baked. I woke up at 1pm and was like "What?".[/QUOTE] Your brain's telling you to stop smoking, or at least cut back on it.

I have been trying to have a lucid dream for over a year now and have still had no success, I have only had a false lucid dream. I have tried almost everything, If anyone has any tips or advice I would really appreciate it as I really really would like to experience a lucid dream.

I woke up in the middle of the night from wind, it was really windy. Then in the dream that followed, I saw something strange, did a RC, and was lucid. I was in a downtown setting, the first, and last thing I did, was have sexy time with a bunch of girls on the sidewalk.