[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24717733]He wouldn't REMEMBER the killings, though. Urban legend.[/QUOTE]
Why wouldn't he? You said it yourself; they act out their dreams.
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24718319]Why wouldn't he? You said it yourself; they act out their dreams.[/QUOTE]
I misread the original post. Regardless, that's a completely ridiculous story. People who are sleepwalking lack the mental capacity (while asleep) to open a locked door, nevermind kill someone in varying and creative ways.
[QUOTE=kenji;24717831]When somone figures that out let me know. till then, ill be over here hiding in the corner :ohdear:[/QUOTE]
Think of your brain like a small kid with a toybox. He pulls stuff out of that toybox and then imagines a story using those, those are your dreams. SP is kind of like if he took the toybox and just dumped it onto the floor afterwards. It's like the residual dream material. Not scary.
Interesting. So why did I find myself outside my house half naked one winter morning? Does my brain have just enough capacity when I'm sleeping to pull out the lock (simple sliding door lock, pipe behind the door to keep it from opening) from the door, close it, and stand there in the frigid cold until I wake up?
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That's not sarcasm if it looks like it.
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24718981]Interesting. So why did I find myself outside my house half naked one winter morning? Does my brain have just enough capacity when I'm sleeping to pull out the lock (simple sliding door lock, pipe behind the door to keep it from opening) from the door, close it, and stand there in the frigid cold until I wake up?
[editline]11:34PM[/editline]
That's not sarcasm if it looks like it.[/QUOTE]
I don't really know. You might have woken up, wanted to go outside for some reason, and then fell asleep mid-walk. Or I'm wrong, I don't really know.
When my uncle was a kid, on several occasions he was found outside in his pajamas peeing into a garbage can mid-sleep.
I don't understand it either.
Did a cat bite him?
Not that I'm aware of. Post your dreams now.
There are 150 mg of protein in the amount of semen typically ejaculated per climaax. I bet you didn't know that.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24719487]Not that I'm aware of. Post your dreams now.
There are 150 mg of protein in the amount of semen typically ejaculated per climaax. I bet you didn't know that.[/QUOTE]
I didn't.
Because I don't plan on eating it?
Does anyone even read my dreams when I post them? I feel they don't get read and never bother posting them.
I cant dream recall anymore because of school
fuck grade 12 this shit is hard
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24719635]Does anyone even read my dreams when I post them? I feel they don't get read and never bother posting them.[/QUOTE]
I do :buddy:
[QUOTE=SteeleCratos;24719668]I cant dream recall anymore because of school
fuck grade 12 this shit is hard[/QUOTE]
What classes are you taking?
[QUOTE=Journal]
I had lots of weird, unrelated dreams that seemed to be connected, but I don’t know exactly how. First I was in some sort of cabin in the middle of the woods. The cabin was elaborately decorated and had paintings on the walls and stuff. It was really neat. There was some boy scout there that passed me in one of the hallways and I saw some old grandma.
Later I met Einstein. He was really cool and just as playful and childish as they say. We went out to fight a dragon and some of his fellow scientists in lab coats with clipboards came with us, trying to convince him not to go because he could get hurt. He just laughed and left with me. The dragon was huge and red and had a crack in its head where you could see its brain. We hit it in the stomach while it tried to whip us with its tail and breathe fire on us. Eventually we knocked it out and it fell down. Its brain was exposed so I took a huge stone and began gouging out its brain.
It began to become conscious and started to sit up, so Einstein jumped up onto its head to kill it all the way. As he ascended into the air on the dragon’s head, his scientists called up, “Don’t do it! Your danger level is in excess of 100 percent!”
Replied Einstein with a chuckle, “No, I’d say it’s nearing a thousand!” I think we eventually fended it off, but I hardly remember the rest of the dream. Alls I really remember is that Einstein is a cool dude.[/QUOTE]
That's one of my more nonsensical dreams. Usually they make sense.
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24719744]What classes are you taking?
That's one of my more nonsensical dreams. Usually they make sense.[/QUOTE]
Again, making sure this is known. Just because you have a weird dream, doesn't ALWAYS mean it has a meaning. In your case, it was just a hilarious dream.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24719791]Again, making sure this is known. Just because you have a weird dream, doesn't ALWAYS mean it has a meaning. In your case, it was just a hilarious dream.[/QUOTE]
Oh I know. I just found this one funny.
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24719744]What classes are you taking?[/QUOTE]
Economics, Adv. Functions, AP Chemistry in first semester
English, Calculus and AP Biology in second semester.
Fuck me AP Chem's hard. And I'm not exactly getting Adv. Functions either
Fucking Steam.
Anyways, I'll post my dream.
I was at school, minding my own business, I think the day had ended already.
So, I'm heading to the exit, and I see her (my crush) sitting on a table, talking to her friend.
Now, we're friends irl, but here we were good friends, I felt it somehow. "Excuse me ladies :smug:" I say, and she giggles. She has her scarf on the table I say "move your shit" smugly, and grab her scarf, teasing her. She tries to take the scarf off me, and "YOU MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE" is playing in the background.
As she's trying to take the scarf from me, we're laughing, and sort of begin to dance together, until the song ends. We talk for a while (don't worry, I talk to her friend as well), and I left home.
I woke up, with that "fuuck, that was a dream?" feeling.
Yeah, my dream sounds really lame now that I'm writing it, but it made me realize something, which makes it harder for me to get over her. I don't like her because of her looks, I wanna be with her, talk to her, spend time with her, etc.
What sucks is that I never see her (she's not in any of my classes now), and I only see her around school sometimes. Going to her locker and talking doesn't work because I don't have ANYTHING to say, and when I do, the conversation doesn't last very long and we just walk away. Yeah, maybe that's normal, but that's not what I want.
And this isn't love advice, so I'll just say asking her out is out of the question.
You can analyze if you want, but it seems pretty straightforward to me.
[quote]I say "move your shit" smugly[/quote]
[B]THE[/B] most awesome pickup line ever
[QUOTE=Hm3O;24720116]Fucking Steam.
Anyways, I'll post my dream.
dream
I woke up, with that "fuuck, that was a dream?" feeling.
Yeah, my dream sounds really lame now that I'm writing it, but it made me realize something, which makes it harder for me to get over her. I don't like her because of her looks, I wanna be with her, talk to her, spend time with her, etc.
What sucks is that I never see her (she's not in any of my classes now), and I only see her around school sometimes. Going to her locker and talking doesn't work because I don't have ANYTHING to say, and when I do, the conversation doesn't last very long and we just walk away. Yeah, maybe that's normal, but that's not what I want.
And this isn't love advice, so I'll just say asking her out is out of the question.
You can analyze if you want, but it seems pretty straightforward to me.[/QUOTE]
Your brain is hopeful.
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[QUOTE=solid_jake;24720174][B]THE[/B] most awesome pickup line ever[/QUOTE]
Jokes, bro. I do it all the time. Not a pickup line, just teasing.
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24720195]Your brain is hopeful.
[editline]12:26AM[/editline]
Jokes, bro. I do it all the time. Not a pickup line, just teasing.[/QUOTE]
I hate my brain.
[QUOTE=Tahrok;24720195]Your brain is hopeful.
[editline]12:26AM[/editline]
Jokes, bro. I do it all the time. Not a pickup line, just teasing.[/QUOTE]
My problem is I tease just about everyone, and so it always looks like I'm flirting when I'm not. This leads to awkward and embarrassing situations, as you would imagine.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24720234]My problem is I tease just about everyone, and so it always looks like I'm flirting when I'm not. This leads to awkward and embarrassing situations, as you would imagine.[/QUOTE]
Hey zin
Move your shit :smug:
I had a weird dream last night, where I was in English class, i was told to read the next paragraph, so i pull out my iPod, and start singing the lyrics to some song that probably doesn't even exist. Then when i walk out, there's these military people all over the hallway, and this small gray blob starts jumping at them, killing them. So me and this other person run until we are cornered, then i realize I'm dreaming, so i freeze time. Then it starts fading out, and i wake up.
This dream needs interpretation. That, or I had some wacky foods that night.
[QUOTE=Journal]The dream began with two strange people walking down a cobblestone path towards a castle in the distance. The time period was obviously medieval. The first person was talking quietly to the second person. His words were indistinguishable, but they were tense and nervous. The other person was merely a figure. His form constantly morphed to other figures, though his basic body shape remained the same. He morphed to a beggar, then a royal prince, then a warrior, then a camouflaged woodsman, and so on. It was about a minute between each morph. And he never spoke. I think he was incapable of talking.
They eventually reached the castle wall. It was crumbled to the ground, exposing the small town that lay inside. They stopped and stared at the rubble, seemingly trying to find out the cause of the mess. The first person walked up to the stone bricks and began pulling them apart, searching for something. The second person stood still. His morphing began spacing out to about thirty or twenty seconds between morphs, and he began repairing the wall. A brick would glow, then an outline in the brick’s destination would glow, then the brick would tumble into place back on the wall. Each brick took about three seconds.
Finally, the first man found what he was looking for. It appeared to be an ordinary stone. But my brain filled in any possible questions; the stone was a record stone. Record stones were the equivalent to books. A certain person would pick up an ordinary stone and enchant it so that it would record the sounds of where the stone is at. Then when the enchantment is cut off, the stone can be found later and put into a library for historical use. The right person can play back the sounds the stone recorded. They were used during battle, and many screams and roars could be heard emanating from these record stones in the library.
He lifted the record stone up, showing the other morphing figure, who began to morph yet faster, about ten or fifteen seconds between morphs. The first person held the stone to his ear and tapped it. No sound came out. He held still, waiting. Then, faintly, there was a distinct Bong! Bong! Bong!
A bell. The man holding the stone jolted and threw the stone into his knapsack. He stood and quickly told the other figure what he had heard. The morphing figure began morphing so fast that his features were a blur of color. Something was wrong. Something about that bell…
The two people dashed into the halfway ruined town. Some of the buildings had seared wooden beams, symbols of a fire gone out. It looked as if some war had happened. But not a body was to be seen. The two people were obviously looking for survivors. They came upon a building that seemed untouched and entered. Half the town was inside, conversing and celebrating something.
The two people ran around and warned them of something I did not understand. The people would not listen to them. Whatever the bell meant it did not have the effect on the dispositions of the people of the town as it did on the two strange people. They tried in vain to convince them, but nothing could be done. Time was almost up…
Then that was it. Their time to warn the people was over. The two strangers were locked into place, a hundred feet above the city. The sky darkened and became that of molten lava, swirling and billowing and giving off eerie dark-red light. The people of the town floated up into the air, many hundreds of feet from the strangers, and they too were locked into place midair. The position of the villagers in midair was like a hook had grabbed around their spine and lifted them into the air. The two strangers stood midair. They were separate. The reason for this was not known yet. But the strangers still tried to warn the people. They were too happy to listen.
It was the end of the world. The ground below them swirled into scarlet water and swathed the earth with a wretched liquid. The ground was soon gone, and a red sea was visible in all directions. The sky still boiled angrily.
Cocoons appeared, one for each villager, all in a line, and all on their sides. The villagers still hung happily in midair, watching these cocoons form. The strangers still yet bellowed warnings with no avail.
The water roiled into a churning vortex, so deep the bottom was as dark as pitch and so big that entire cities could fit in the center. The scene was frightening. The villagers sailed into their appropriate cocoons, suddenly realizing their doom. When the cocoons were filled, they gained weight and dropped soundly into the water. As they plunged to the depths, ear splitting screams and terrified shrieks could be heard. The strangers longed to cover their ears, but their arms were bound invisibly in place.
Finally, the last cocoon disappeared. The two strangers stood quietly, sad for the villagers. Two beautiful cocoons formed from silk strands. The strangers floated into them and lay themselves down in their silken beds. The cocoons did not gain weight; much the opposite. It floated up, up into the sky, which had transformed in the blink of an eye to pure blue, with scattered clouds. The scene had gone from horrific to unbelievable beauty. They were saved.
Then, at the end of the dream, there was a prophecy recited to me:
[i]If the people shall hear the third chime from the bell of sorrow, their death shall surely come; yet he who lets it be known the bell had chimed thrice has saved his people, and they shall join in the clouds. But if the people will not heed his warnings, so will be their death. The depths of the earth shall be their grave, and he who tried in vain shall enter the clouds a hero.[/i]
What the rocky mountain oysters does this dream mean…?
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Spaced for easier reading.
[QUOTE=solid_jake;24720250]Hey zin
Move your shit :smug:[/QUOTE]
Move my shit for me, Jake. :smug::smug:
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24720778]Move my shit for me, Jake. :smug::smug:[/QUOTE]
I like where this is going :mmmhmm:
will anyone move my shit?
:saddowns:
40-30-6
I am fucking awesome.
I'm pretty sure I just had a lucid dream, although it didn't last long. Clarification would be nice. My dream went as follows, but read the TL;DR for the basic idea of it, the paragraphs are just detail.
I was in some sort of construction site, with golf-ball-sized rocks everywhere, covering the floor. I specifically remember my brother and mother being there. I can't remember how it started, but we ended up walking down a pathway of these rocks, and to my right was a slight hill of them, going in a downward slope.
I looked at the floor and saw a 1$ with (5/19/13 Expect us) on it, laughed to myself about it, and picked it up. Then a little further ahead I saw random wads of money scattered all around the rocks. Some of these wads of cash were $5s, $20s, and $100s. I thought it was too good to be true, and I slapped myself in the face lightly to see if I was dreaming, I felt the slap so I thought nothing of it. I mindlessly gathered tons of cash, and when I looked down the hill I saw some other, old guy doing the same thing, so I rushed to pick up as much as I could before he noticed.
After collecting what had to be thousands of dollars, I stopped for a second and then, for some reason, the movie Inception popped into my mind (specifically the cafe scene in the beginning). I then looked at my hands and thought "Am I dreaming?" Immediately, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared me down, like, staring right into my fucking soul. Just thinking about them staring at me gives me the chills. Also, several of my family members appeared out of nowhere (for the soul purpose of staring me down, I guess. For example, my uncle).
Then my heart started beating faster then it ever has before, and I realized I was dreaming. I heard this loud noise, sort of like the sound you hear when you put your ear to a conch shell. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. I suppose I got too excited that I was actually lucid dreaming, and woke up, confused as all fuck, thinking I was still in a dream, trying to move stuff with my mind. Then I thought to do several reality checks (which I did) and finally deduced that I had awoken.
TL;DR: In some construction site with a few people, found tons of cash, realized I was dreaming, everybody stopped what they were doing and stared me down, heard whooshing noise, woke up confused.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24721052]40-30-6
I am fucking awesome.[/QUOTE]
Looks like a lock combination.
[QUOTE=Aperture fan;24721075]I'm pretty sure I just had a lucid dream, although it didn't last long. Clarification would be nice. My dream went as follows, but read the TL;DR for the basic idea of it, the paragraphs are just detail.
I was in some sort of construction site, with golf-ball-sized rocks everywhere, covering the floor. I specifically remember my brother and mother being there. I can't remember how it started, but we ended up walking down a pathway of these rocks, and to my right was a slight hill of them, going in a downward slope.
I looked at the floor and saw a 1$ with (5/19/13 Expect us) on it, laughed to myself about it, and picked it up. Then a little further ahead I saw random wads of money scattered all around the rocks. Some of these wads of cash were $5s, $20s, and $100s. I thought it was too good to be true, and I slapped myself in the face lightly to see if I was dreaming, I felt the slap so I thought nothing of it. I mindlessly gathered tons of cash, and when I looked down the hill I saw some other, old guy doing the same thing, so I rushed to pick up as much as I could before he noticed.
After collecting what had to be thousands of dollars, I stopped for a second and then, for some reason, the movie Inception popped into my mind (specifically the cafe scene in the beginning). I then looked at my hands and thought "Am I dreaming?" Immediately, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared me down, like, staring right into my fucking soul. Just thinking about them staring at me gives me the chills. Also, several of my family members appeared out of nowhere (for the soul purpose of staring me down, I guess. For example, my uncle).
Then my heart started beating faster then it ever has before, and I realized I was dreaming. I heard this loud noise, sort of like the sound you hear when you put your ear to a conch shell. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. I suppose I got too excited that I was actually lucid dreaming, and woke up, confused as all fuck, thinking I was still in a dream, trying to move stuff with my mind. Then I thought to do several reality checks (which I did) and finally deduced that I had awoken.
TL;DR: In some construction site with a few people, found tons of cash, realized I was dreaming, everybody stopped what they were doing and stared me down, heard whooshing noise, woke up confused.[/QUOTE]
What's funny is that the whole Inception staring thing does kind of happen. Not because they want to force your realization out of the dream, but because you automatically become the absolute center of your dream, and the natural response to that is for everyone to focus on you.
I want to learn how to lucid dream so fucking bad. I've been attempting WILDs with some sort of progress. The last time I tried it I sat in bed for ten or fifteen minutes, and I didn't really notice anything different(apart from heavy relaxation). I kept on hearing this really annoying buzzing sound, though, which made me stop attempting the WILD since it was so fucking annoying. I'm considering trying again tonight; a silent environment is ideal, yes? Also, for me to do a MILD I'd have to make some sort of reality check into a habit, correct? I was considering doing light-switches, but if there's some alternative to that then I'll gladly see if it'll work better. Thanks guys.
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