Everytime i try to have a lucid dream trought a reality check, i cant sleep right, thats why i dont try to LD anymore :(
People who use certain techniques should have an -o added to the technique to identify them. WILDo's, FILDo's, MILDo's, VILDo's. DILDo's.
[QUOTE=geogzm;28286328]Zinayzen, thanks. Does it matter what time you wake up?
I only recalled the dream I had this morning because I was posting on a friend's facebook wall and I saw 'oakmead' and it reminded me of the dream[/QUOTE]
No, but try to get eight hours of sleep if you can. that's four sleep cycles, which is a good amount. I always get at least eight hours a night, sometimes nine.
[editline]26th February 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=DudeGuyKT;28288200]People who use certain techniques should have an -o added to the technique to identify them. WILDo's, FILDo's, MILDo's, VILDo's. DILDo's.[/QUOTE]
you just want people to call themselves dildo.
The longer I sleep, the dirtier my dreams are. Usually they aren't dirty at all, but tonight I slept for 14 hours, so yeah...
Dammit, I swear I almost had a lucid dream. I was dreaming, and suddenly I realized I was in a dream. But then it felt like what happens if you blink really fast for a minute, and I woke up. :smith:
[QUOTE=DudeGuyKT;28288200]People who use certain techniques should have an -o added to the technique to identify them. WILDo's, FILDo's, MILDo's, VILDo's. DILDo's.[/QUOTE]
Even if I knew how to DILD, I wouldnt call myself a Dildo.
So I had a dream where I was walking home from my old school when I spotted a tower in the middle of the woods off in the distance. It looked kind of like one of those air control towers you see at air ports. I got there and went inside and found that there was an entire family living there. I struck up a conversation about videogames with the son. He asked me what videogames I liked right now. I told him minecraft and he was all incredulous. "seriously? that's like your favorite game right now? It doesn't look that good." Or something along those lines. I told him that It was pretty good, but that honestly it wasn't my favorite game, just one that I had been playing a lot recently. I told him that I liked mass effect 2 more and his eyes lit up in agreement. We had just started to talk about mass effect when I woke up. I don't have many coherent conversations in dreams, so that was pretty cool.
Can't wait till i get to sleep. Imma attempt a DILDo :downs:
Yeah you like sleeping with a Dildo, dont you?
inb4 more dildo jokes
Whoa, i just had my longest dream ever, sadly it wasn't lucid though i did suspect while writing it down that the other main person was "me".
[quote]First thing i remember is getting “arrested” well it’s hard to say arrested when 3 other people are in jail.
Some time passed and the person on the top floor of this car park like jail has some glass ornaments the person on the second floor was a fat person with a ginger afro and the person on the first floor was me, there was also a break in the wall on the 3rd floor where another person was, the guy on the 3rd floor was showing me some of his ornaments when it turned night he showed me a star constellation.
It became day after i fell asleep and the guy on the 3rd floor told me “Hey, i have an escape plan” i asked him what it was and he showed me, it looked like a giant multicoloured glass bong with a hole in the middle that was the escape part he wanted me to follow him with a smaller version of the bong without breaking it on landing i told this person it cannot be done as it was too high of a drop.
After this happened he said to me “suit yourself” and jumped down the glass bong, momentarily my vision was showing the bong and the jail from the side and someone falling through the middle.
So i walked downstairs with this glass bong and out the door which was now unlocked, walking past this giant Romanesque landmark which had a small market inside, (this is the part it get’s confusing) the “star consolations” were just holograms with pictures under and with some alien like people there was in order a Red rhino like creature, a yellow long creature, a blue Zora type Person and a golden lion, looking through them all asking me stuff relative to their colour Red was saying something about strength yellow was talking about speed Blue was quiet and gold was talking about smell.
I chose to talk to blue Blue for some reason Blue turned round asking me about the sea and saying “if you want to know what i do, you need to take a walk on the beach without shoes and picking up the correct can from the beach” so i took off my shoes and walked around on the beach for a while and a rather large old beer can hit me in the side of my body.
After taking this beer can back to Blue she told me it was the correct one and thank you, also told me to sleep on it, so I walked around the market inside the roman monument and it turned day.
Going to the beach behind them I find myself greeted by a small thing which resembles Navi from OOT telling me “She doesn’t like gum so if you got any Gum put it in the bin now” confused as this i showed her i was just in shirt and boxers the small thing went away, then Blue appeared just behind me and walked beside me talking about non-important stuff i cannot remember.
After she finished her rambling She looked at me and said “Dressed casually today, then?” Looking down and just seeing shirt and boxers i respond with “Yeah, Why?” to find she’s up on a small hill saying to me i have to stop looking down, then after this she says she has to go, i run back to where the consolations are to find everyone is their apart from Blue, so i run away but with small realisation that i was flying at the time, back to the market and whispered in someone’s ear that was playing a SNES “Where is Zelda?”
After i woke up.
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I thought I was asleep for 10 hours, then i saw the time as the time on my alarm is wrong, All this took place in an hour.
I'm a WILDo DILDo. This sounds so wrong. I decided to try remember a dream from last night after getting ~10~ hours of sleep.
I was walking home from school and I turned around and my friend was surprisingly angry. I'm not sure what he was angry at but he was swinging his bag around like a flail or some shit. I ignored it and kept walking through the trees and ended up in a heath which exists in real life. What I didn't notice about this heath is that there were a hell of a lot more trees all around it. The nerdy kids were all walking in a group and then one of them dropped the other to the ground. I turned around and my friend's step-brother ran at me and jumped like 3 meters in to the sky and the dream ended before he tackled/belly flopped me.
I had a pretty awesome zombie apocalypse dream. I typed it all up, so I thought I might as well share it with you.
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The whole dream took place in a zombie apocalypse, except the main focus wasn’t just survival. A cult of some kind had formed, I forget what it was they were doing at this point, but I think we can assume they wanted me and my friends dead and probably took advantage of their recruits. For some strange reason, their cult leader was (played?) by George Lopez. Don’t ask either because I don’t know.
Anyhow, our team of survivors was spearheaded by me and my friend Michael. Through our implied conquests we had acquired a nice-looking futuristic Ferrari of some kind (cars flied now, must’ve been the future), and we had a trunk load of guns and ammo. We also had a nice pair of Kevlar to wear. Some of my other friends were with us but I never saw them armed or armored so I think we were simply protecting them rather than having them fight with them (Drew wouldn’t know how to fire a gun after watching someone do it for a year anyway).
So we had made it to our school and discovered that this cult, and good ol’ Lopez, had opened the protective anti-zombie shelters that were hidden in the walls (I can only assume the Government had been able to fund some sort of shelter building program, like the fallout shelters in the cold war). He was preparing to speak to them in the school auditorium. We were already somehow established as enemies, so Michael and I set out to top them.
We were able to infiltrate the auditorium, but we lost their weapons. I found the perfect spot- I could have nailed the bastard with a pistol and we would have been out before they saw him hit the ground- but we had lost our guns somehow, so all I could do was stare as he continued to convert my schoolmates to his congregation. We turned our tails back to the car and retrieved new arms and ammo. When we came back, they were getting ready to move out, and had new guards on patrol. We did, however, figure out where they were going.
We prepared to follow them until they stopped moving for the smallest second.
We hit the road- but first, we hit Michael’s house to check for supplies and survivors. His mum was there, alive and not undead, however she did scare us because she was acting loony (perhaps she was drinking to the end of the world or something). For our cult-hunting reasons and because the area seemed safe, we left her, picking supplies for the surrounding houses.
During this time, I stumbled upon another one of those shelters, hidden away inconspicuously in the walls of someone’s home. I went inside, and found a large central room, which branched off into more rooms. Having nothing to do with a clean-picked shelter, I searched the echoey chamber for its pisser (when you gotta go you gotta go).
When I finished my business, the strangest thing happened. People walked out of the rooms. No zeds, just people. They looked pretty damn hypnotized, walking right past me without even noticing. I followed them outside, and then it got weird.
There was a fountain outside- there’s no fountain here, mind you- and it was running, no less. Then there were fireworks, amazing vivid displays of pyrotechnical colors and eye candy.
These guys were just staring. Watching. I tried to shout to them, but they paid no mind. I screamed and shouted, desperate for a reaction. Nothing. They were slaves to the display, like moths to a light. That’s when I heard Michael shout at me to shut up. They disappeared.
I don’t know if I was going stark raving mad or what, but they were just hallucinations. Michael snapped me out of it, and I decided to put it behind me with all haste. We hit the road again.
The next bits are a blur to me. Lots of road travel, a long trip. The roads seemed to have gotten far more complicated with the invention of hovering cars. They didn’t quite fly, really, just didn’t touch the ground. Why the roads were more twisted than something out of an MC Escher painting I’ll never know. Stuff happened. Michael quit traveling with us at some point, along with the rest of my friends (I guess they found a safe place to hold out, leaving me as the lone assassin). Further along my travels I met up with an African American fellow who decided to tag along with me. Guess he had something against the church of Lopez too.
We finally caught up to them, where they were in a theater, giving another presentation of some kind. Me and my new unnamed friend snuck in rather easily, blending in well with the mass of followers, all armed with pistols anyway. We made it to a dark auditorium where the leader was giving another speech. My new friend watched the exits, while I snuck through the unlit rows, keeping low to avoid being the sore thumb when a gunshot signals the end of their cult’s hierarchy.
I crept and I crept, closer to the raving speaker, and I was there. This part of my dream was especially vivid- I could feel the cold metal of my 1911 against my palm, separated from the grip only by a film of sweat. I closed my finger around the trigger, sights set on his torso.
A percussive bang shattered the theater as their cult leader fell backward, and didn’t move. People shouted and craned about looking for the shooter. I snuck as fast as I could while crouched to the exit. Some people noticed me, and a couple shot and missed. When I reached the exit, my friend pushed me past him and ran behind me.
There was a mad, confused dash for the exit. My new friend wasn’t with me when I got out, so I can only assume the worst. All in all though, the cult had been dealt a fatal blow. Without their unifying figurehead and their only apparent leader and organizer, they would fall into disarray. I had done my job. I climbed into my car and hit the road again.
That is where my dream ended.
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looks very weirdly set out
[editline]26th February 2011[/editline]
has anybody here ever deliberately ended an LD
I deliberately ended my first one because I couldn't do any cool stuff and my arms were just stuck inside each other and I couldn't make it daytime so I just lay down in my dream bed and hoped to wake up in real life to refresh myself on how to do these things.
I started a trend :buddy:
i still haven't had an LD in 2 months
does stress prevent LDs or shorten REM or reduce sleep because I had a huge argument with my ex girlfriend about her previous [sp]pregnancy[/sp] and she was using it against me like a bitch and it's been stressing me out recently
[QUOTE=geogzm;28305432]i still haven't had an LD in 2 months
does stress prevent LDs or shorten REM or reduce sleep because I had a huge argument with my ex girlfriend about her previous [sp]pregnancy[/sp] and she was using it against me like a bitch and it's been stressing me out recently[/QUOTE]
Not to start THIS argument again, but uh...how old are you? I forgot.
[editline]26th February 2011[/editline]
also it can reduce REM sleep because your brain's too occupied to let itself go
hes like 11 or something. I forget.
[QUOTE=Birdman101;28308202]hes like 11 or something. I forget.[/QUOTE]
He's 11 and got his girlfriend pregnant?
I had this dream that I had epilepsy. Randomly, a bunch of colored music notes would pop out of the ground, start flashing, the ground would vibrate, and I had this falling feeling.
[QUOTE=Beefbars;28310495]I had this dream that I had epilepsy. Randomly, a bunch of colored music notes would pop out of the ground, start flashing, the ground would vibrate, and I had this falling feeling.[/QUOTE]
That is just funky.
[QUOTE=geogzm;28305432]i still haven't had an LD in 2 months
does stress prevent LDs or shorten REM or reduce sleep because I had a huge argument with my ex girlfriend about her previous [sp]pregnancy[/sp] and she was using it against me like a bitch and it's been stressing me out recently[/QUOTE]
You've been kicked out the Astral Planes. They don't want you back. That's why you cannot activate your pineal gland and enter the Stargate created (or REM as you call it).
[QUOTE=Birdman101;28308202]hes like 11 or something. I forget.[/QUOTE]
i'm 14 what the hell are you on about
[editline]27th February 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;28306612]Not to start THIS argument again, but uh...how old are you? I forgot.
[editline]26th February 2011[/editline]
also it can reduce REM sleep because your brain's too occupied to let itself go[/QUOTE]
14, i don't exactly have a life you would wish for
suprisingly I remembered a lot of dream snippets yesterday:
- Korean getting shot in an icy warehouse, lots of blood
- People stood on a sheet of ice which floated away and they melted upon water contact
- This massive bus station that only appears in my dreams. I was stuck inside one of the lower levels and had to use my phones GPS to get out. I also went through a garage on my way out.
- This group of little kids (chavs) walked past me at the bus stop and I called them something (wanker I'm presuming, it was definitely british) and then each one of them cloned themself a certain number of times (I have no idea, I was too busy getting attacked) and attacked me and stole all my stuff. Then I grabbed one by the collar and was dragging him around various shops looking for my bag.
All after 100mg B6, a b-complex and 15mg zinc.
[editline]27th February 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=Otsegolation;28311894]You've been kicked out the Astral Planes. They don't want you back. That's why you cannot activate your pineal gland and enter the Stargate created (or REM as you call it).[/QUOTE]
are you christian or something
Oh man, the biggest nightmare must be a falling dream with [I]"Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor...[/I]
[QUOTE=Str4fe;28318096]Oh man, the biggest nightmare must be a falling dream with [I]"Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor...[/I][/QUOTE]
you can replicate this by looking for crysis videos on youtube
[QUOTE=Eonart;28318171]no he's one of "those" people
i would know because my friend is one of "those" people
loads of placebos[/QUOTE]
oh god not one of those 'bohemian candle' people like my sister is
'all hail the paigan sun god ommmm'
I've had a lucid dream inside a normal dream several times. Mindfuck when you wake up and realize it :v:
[QUOTE=geogzm;28317914]i'm 14 what the hell are you on about[/QUOTE]
Living proof that sex education is important.
-snipstorm-
[QUOTE=Otsegolation;28311894]You've been kicked out the Astral Planes. They don't want you back. That's why you cannot activate your pineal gland and enter the Stargate created (or REM as you call it).[/QUOTE]
the fuck are you on, boy
go to astral land and leave us alone
[editline]27th February 2011[/editline]
and guys, let's not have this argument. keep your opinions to yourself. he knows what he's comfortable with and he can accept any consequences, good or bad, that result from those decisions. end of discussion.
I've had lots of cool dreams lately. Dreams I remember well I often write down. For some reason in my dreams I often realize 'hey, this is not real, this is a dream!' yet I don't get this 'maybe I should make a lucid dream out of this'. This often happens in scary dreams, I suddenly think 'hey, this can not be real, it's a dream'. Next thing I know is I intentionally piss off the scary dream character if there's any, and then I get out of my dream.
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