There's this kid I know, his name is Pat. Pat is always, ALWAYS happy. I've never seen him without a look on his face that's either happy or empathetic. He's a caring, awesome dude who feels for other people and wants them to be happy like he is. Pat's fun to be around, and his girlfriend is just as awesome as he is. My days are usually better when I talk to Pat, because he rubs off on me, for a little while.
Why can't I be like that? Why do I tell myself that I don't deserve to be that happy, even if I COULD be? What's WRONG with me?
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;25986235]There's this kid I know, his name is Pat. Pat is always, ALWAYS happy. I've never seen him without a look on his face that's either happy or empathetic. He's a caring, awesome dude who feels for other people and wants them to be happy like he is. Pat's fun to be around, and his girlfriend is just as awesome as he is. My days are usually better when I talk to Pat, because he rubs off on me, for a little while.
Why can't I be like that? Why do I tell myself that I don't deserve to be that happy, even if I COULD be? What's WRONG with me?[/QUOTE]
Isn't that a question better suited for your sub?
I can't ever seem to realise I'm dreaming except when I'm in the half dreaming, half awake, state. But in that state I'm still aware of my surroundings so I'm not becoming lucid.
Doing prospective memory exercises for a few weeks, should help with MILD.
Is it lucid dreams that electronics tend to not work in? Or does it apply to normal dreams too?
-snip- i sleep good.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;25986235]There's this kid I know, his name is Pat. Pat is always, ALWAYS happy. I've never seen him without a look on his face that's either happy or empathetic. He's a caring, awesome dude who feels for other people and wants them to be happy like he is. Pat's fun to be around, and his girlfriend is just as awesome as he is. My days are usually better when I talk to Pat, because he rubs off on me, for a little while.
Why can't I be like that? Why do I tell myself that I don't deserve to be that happy, even if I COULD be? What's WRONG with me?[/QUOTE]
Pat's chronically depressed most days and is using being happy to hide it from himself and others.
Here's a dream that I had the other day:
I found myself outside my house looking directly at it. I went inside to check if any of my brothers were there. I knew it was a dream by now, so I started to have a little fun. I was about to rope swing off of my tree to kick my brother in the face, when I heard moaning in the distance. There, down my street, were three zombies. I ran over to them while yelling "HOLY SHIT ZOMBIES!" I started beating the FUCK out of them and was having fun. More and more kept coming, so I told my brothers to join me to make an unstoppable force of ASS KICKING. When we got tired of killing the zombies, we wen back inside and set up a turret on the roof. I got on it and started SHOOTING the zombies!
But then a giant zombie head came out of nowhere and ate me.
The End.
See, I'd be too much of a sissy to "have fun" in a zombie attack. Hell, I had a dream last friday that I saw this woman and decided she was a zombie, and was all bent over this body eating it. We all legged it out of the multistorey carpark, only to calmly walk back, realising she wasn't a zombie at all, and drove away.
Stupid dream.
I couldn't focus for more than two seconds last night so I couldn't even repeat a mantra
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;25986235]There's this kid I know, his name is Pat. Pat is always, ALWAYS happy. I've never seen him without a look on his face that's either happy or empathetic. He's a caring, awesome dude who feels for other people and wants them to be happy like he is. Pat's fun to be around, and his girlfriend is just as awesome as he is. My days are usually better when I talk to Pat, because he rubs off on me, for a little while.
Why can't I be like that? Why do I tell myself that I don't deserve to be that happy, even if I COULD be? What's WRONG with me?[/QUOTE]
Well, for one, you don't know for sure that he's always happy. He might be one of those people that puts on a brave face. Also, pessimism has its good points. I'd go so far as to say it's a sign of intelligence.
Or it could be chalked up to different life experiences, or even natures (depression is inheritable, y'know).
Of course, this is coming from someone with the same problem. I'm just trying to validate my world-view...
OH RIGHT: I had my most lucid LD when trying FILD two nights ago. I set my clock to go off in 5 hours, then fell asleep doing FILD. Tried doubling 2 to stay awake, but it just didn't seem like 2048 was right, so I kinda ended up stopping. Anyways, I felt more lucid than I ever have before, like I was in conscious control of everything I did (as opposed to just having normal dreams where I warp reality)
Dream Journal:
[QUOTE=Whatarethenumbersfor;13576351]The first thing I remember is I was at my grandparents' cabin (I guess I [i]do[/i] like it there), and I went to bed there, then had an LD. It was incredible, because it was so lucid. I did some reality-warping sorts of stuff, but I forget specifically. My ADHD cousin was there, and we formed a group and went to a mall, but I don't remember what I did there. My cousin looked at video games. I do know that at one point, I was walking near one of my old schools when a bus passed, and I decided I'd like a ride. I made it come back, but when it did, it was a non-descript car with my grandma in it. We talked as we rode around, and I mentioned that nobody was driving. My grandma then said some sort of disparaging remark about how she wouldn't trust my grandpa to drive, and I laughed because of how it was exactly like something she would say in real life. I wish I knew what we actually said, though.
Anyways, I think my sub was disappointed that I used my LD to dick around, so I started having false awakenings, and then other dreams. When I would do the nose-RC in them, it felt like I could sort of breathe, only I was congested. Unfortunately... dream logic. Yeah. I didn't necessarily give up, though, because I remember going up to windows and trying to phase my hand through them. I know this worked at my old school, but the second time I was in a hospital (implied to be a mental hospital), and when it worked, I went down to the exit, but some attendants noticed me leaving. I felt kinda bad about trying to ditch (and kinda stupid), and as they started coaxing me back upstairs I woke up.[/QUOTE]
I think I've officially established that if my sub can't make me forget a dream, it tries to distract me with other dreams so that when I go to write stuff down, I get the recent stuff instead of the interesting bits. I promised next time I'd actually talk to it like I planned.
Also, when I went back to bed, I dreamt I was at a Jon Stewart rally in Africa. It was kinda cool, but I don't think it meant anything.
Had a pretty awesome dream with relative lucidity, but can't find the entry in my dream journal, since I wrote it in the early morning hours, and wrote it on a random blank page in my journal. Will post it once I'm done searching every page of my journal's empty pages till I find it.
[editline]11th November 2010[/editline]
Here we go, I found it.
[quote] (I was half awake. By that, I mean, I felt myself lying in my bed, on my stomach, my face on my pillow, but the dream was still playing in my head. I was imagining it, because all I saw was blackness. All that was in reality. Then I imagined things I was doing within my imagination/dream, and finally went full-lucid into the dream.)
It started with me sitting down in a big, brown chair, with wheels. There were several people standing around me, saying things to me, though I can't remember what. I remember me and one of these people went back and forth, and he said "How about I slap your shit?" I responded with "How about I slap your imaginary face?" (that was what I imagined in my half awake state, trying to get fully immersed in the dream). We went back and forth with "imaginary." I realized we were in a giant underground compound of some sort. My voice sounded like Solid Snake.
Eventually, Otacon and some person I didn't recognize showed up. I forget what happened to the people I was originally talking to, but they were gone. We started walking, and I was following in the chair (since it had wheels). Eventually, we got to a staircase, and I got out of the chair. The lights were a dim yellow. We descended the stairs, and I realized I was lucid, but decided to keep going with the dream, because it was pretty fun. I also contemplated summoning my sub, but decided against it. Once we got to the bottom of the stairs, I leaned against a wall and peered around the corner. There was some girl looking back at me, wearing some weird maids outfit or something like that. She was holding a knight stick (police baton). I held my hand in a gun-form and started "shooting" her, but to no avail. Nothing was happening. Then, a mob of girls wearing the same or similar outfits came from where that first girl was, all holding knight sticks. One of these girls was slightly ahead of the larger portion of the mob, and it was someone I knew.
I imagined I threw a flash grenade at the mob, leaned back against the wall for cover, and imagined it going off, and again, nothing happened. Then I decided to run down the hall, straight at the mob, holding my hands sideways, imagining I was holding double Uzis. I was trying to spray the mob with bullets, but yet again, nothing happened. I noticed they weren't really running towards me in a menacing fashion, but I kept running. I made a left, and jumped over numerous obstacles, most of which I forgot. One I do remember was a man laying slumped against a wall. I jumped over him, and he moved his legs, and started swearing at me.
I kept running, made another left, forgot what was in this hall, made another left, forgot most of it except a metal table, which looked like one of those tables in a Fallout Vault. I vaulted over it (a joke on my subs part, perhaps? Vaulting over a table from a Vault?) and finally got to the end of the square-shaped hall I was running down. I ended up back at the base of the stairs, where I started. Otacon and the other person were gone, but there were scattered groups of girls talking among themselves. I saw a number in my bottom right periphery vision, it was "72.3".
I saw one of my classmates there, and he said something to me, I forgot what. We talked for a few seconds, then I said "Think you can beat my time?" or something to that effect. He prepared to start running down the same halls I went down, but just as he was about to, I woke up.[/quote]
Let's hope you didn't dream that you wrote it down. It'll drive you mad.
[QUOTE=Fourm Shark;25987757]Any way i can convince my sub to give me more lucids more often?
yes, im asking for more bandwagon.
s-sub? Wh-what are you doing with-no No NO!!!
I am in control now. This bandwagon will end, NOW.
But really, does this thread cause any harm?[/QUOTE]
:bandwagon:
it will only cause harm if you allow it to.
you can not stop it now.
it is stronger than all of us.
it IS all of us.
In other news, Fuck these subliminal mp3's. They fucked up my sleep, made me not remember, and made me late for school. Recycling bin, here they come!
[QUOTE=Aperture fan;25996710]Had a pretty awesome dream with relative lucidity, but can't find the entry in my dream journal, since I wrote it in the early morning hours, and wrote it on a random blank page in my journal. Will post it once I'm done searching every page of my journal's empty pages till I find it.
[editline]11th November 2010[/editline]
Here we go, I found it.[/QUOTE]
Snake, snake? SNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
[QUOTE=UberMunchkin;25998348]I really want my subconscious to meet me.
From others experiences, it seems good to meet it.
It's you...
But not you...
It'd be awesome to meet, though it'l be like 3 months 'til I find "me" in a dream :frown:[/QUOTE]
Not if you JOIN THE BANDWAGON
MWAHAHAHA
But seriously, it's probably more up to it than you. You just need to show yourself that you really want it, and it should happen.
Or something. I'm getting into one of those moods where I don't say stuff particularly sanely, so if you need clarification, I completely understand
metaphors ftw.
Also, Last night, I got the closest Ive ever been to successful WILD. I felt the vibrations. They were slow and felt like something was shaking me an inch to the left, and an inch to the right.
wait......
Was that SP? :wtc: I didnt try to move anything because I was afraid I was going to ruin it.
I seem to dream in a mix of the third and first person. When I lucid dream in the third person I don't get the feeling of realism as I do in the first person. Is this normal?
[QUOTE=glitcherpwnsall;26002664]I seem to dream in a mix of the third and first person. When I lucid dream in the third person I don't get the feeling of realism as I do in the first person. Is this normal?[/QUOTE]
Dreaming in a mix of first and third person seems to be pretty common, actually. I can't speak on the other half though; I've never been lucid in a third person dream before.
i slept last night
[QUOTE=1STrandomman;26004054]Dreaming in a mix of first and third person seems to be pretty common, actually. I can't speak on the other half though; I've never been lucid in a third person dream before.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, personally it's almost always somewhere in between. It's like Schroedinger's Cat; it's both until I think about it.
Of course, if I'm in a video game, it usually matches with the game, and when I got killed by Darth Maul it was 3rd person (presumably to avoid feeling death).
And as far as getting a sense of realism, I definitely agree that 3rd person dreams feel less real. It's probably because of the disconnect, because in 3rd-person, you could be just another guy. You only know it's you because you do, whereas real life takes place in 1st person. It's more real because it works the same way.
Had a pretty weird dream a couple of nights ago, also ran into some sleep paralysis again as I 'woke up' to being not able to breathe.
I was at school, an event was going on in the field, the field was so much bigger and had hills all over, and a huge fence at the end of it.
My teacher or someone was announcing it and I said to her I'm afraid of heights and speed.
I don't remember what I said to him/her.
I went out into the field and grabbed one of these 'guns' that you put in between your legs and you fly across the field.
I said "fuck it" and shot the gun, shooting me across the field, ending near the very edge but falling off due to the fear of me hitting it, I failed my first time.
My friend was about 50 feet away from me, on a jellyfish/flying object. I asked him where he got it, he said from the shop.
I asked where the shop was but you couldn't hear me, you and 20 other people were suddenly on giant jellyfishes going back to the top of the hill, but people weren't on the other jellyfishes, only you were.
I walked back up the hill, but no one was up there except a pile of guns.
I decided to give it another go, so I put it inbetween my legs, and pulled the trigger. Flying faster now, I landed perfectly at the end of the field.
There was another person there, a girl I knew, and previously liked. I said to myself, and I'm pretty sure I said this outloud in my sleep.
"This is it Ashten, do it." So I started talking to her, asking if she was okay because she was lying down. She said she hit the wall, and hurt her ankle.
So before even asking her anything else, we were halfway up the field with me carrying her.
We talked for what felt like hours, not remembering anything that we spoke about.
I wanted to go to the shop to get a jellyfish, so I went there.
It was disgusting, scraps of metal and garbage everywhere, there were two cats in the middle, and this man was hurting them.
I grabbed a chunk of sharpened metal from the heap, and swung it at his back, it must have hit his spine, as he seemed paralyzed.
I took the cats, injured and whining and went to a swamp.
My friend and I were in the swamp, with a few others that I couldn't recognize.
There in the swamp I had an objective, I had to put the cats in the water with a chance they would heal.
I submerged the cats, hoping with all my being that the animals would be alright.
And then I woke up.
[QUOTE=Esteam;26008987]I went out into the field and grabbed one of these 'guns' that you put in between your legs and you fly across the field.
[/QUOTE]
inb4 that's gay
[QUOTE=Esteam;26008987]I asked where the shop was but you couldn't hear me, you and 20 other people were suddenly on giant jellyfishes going back to the top of the hill, but people weren't on the other jellyfishes, only you were.[/QUOTE]
Who do you mean by you?
[QUOTE=Esteam;26008987]I took the cats, injured and whining and went to a swamp.
My friend and I were in the swamp, with a few others that I couldn't recognize.
There in the swamp I had an objective, I had to put the cats in the water with a chance they would heal.
I submerged the cats, hoping with all my being that the animals would be alright.
And then I woke up.[/QUOTE]
Hmm...
You wouldn't happen to watch Pokemon movies, would you?
Edit: God, I feel so unhelpful. It's awesome :D
Still no lucid, and my recall seems to have died out :smith:
Help please :smithicide:
Hooray, sort of.
I had a reasonable success with FILD on my first attempt last night. Managed to get into the dream an all but didn't really do anything just sort of wandered round and made fireworks aooear and go to famous landmarks. BTW i think i had sleep paralysis, the wierd sounds and shit? That wasn't scary for me that was just like hearing a TV commercial when not concentrating on it, infact thats all it was to me. How do I get that amazing sense of this is very real? I get it sometimes just not often.
[QUOTE=teh_1337_r0XX0r;26009389]
Who do you mean by you?
[/QUOTE]
I originally wrote it with real names, my friend was "you"
I've recently started having dreams that seem a little too influenced by Fullmetal Alchemist. Weird plots and a whole lot of fighting. They're fantastic, I recommend it.
Damn I also had a Metal gear solid themed dream last night.
Metal Gear Solid 5, Fall of the patriots.
Complete beginner here, what would you recommend for going lucid? I don't mind it taking months, the rewards heavily outweigh the time it takes.
...I think I'm going to stop dreaming for a little while. They're starting to worry me. Last night I gave myself an erotic foot massage. I gave it to myself. I'm worried.
I forgot my own dream from last night. I remembered it so well too..
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