I had the most interesting dream, I'm thinking of posting it after I write it all up. I feel I really have to take care in writing this one. It's my nicest writing though that isn't saying much :(
I've had dreams sometimes where I can't move my head [i]up[/i]. It's like my chin is glued to my chest.
You know when you're dizzy, and you have that feeling in your head that you're falling over a certain way? It feels like I'm falling forwards constantly, but only my head is "falling" forwards.
May sound weird, but it's incredibly frustrating not being able to move your head and look at things when you're having an awesome dream.
wow, never heard of that at all nor has it ever happened to me.
[quote] I was in the back of an old car. I was in a suit, somewhat brown, but faded and comfortable. I took the form of Benjamin Linus from LOST. I could see myself from the passenger's seat, but I'm unsure of who was driving. My head was swaying back and forth. My words were slurred and nonsensical. I was crying and shaking, almost convulsing. I was like this for a while as we went along a winding road that I could only feel. The scene moved to my walking down a modern, spiraling staircase as I slowly staggered into a large room. The room was sleek, very businesslike. The walls were that white that has a new-age sheen, rimmed by shining silver metal. My body, still as Benjamin, was shaking immensely and I was crying to myself. I approached a pair of tables, one with a woman seated and watching me. She was very professionally dressed with dark, wavy hair. I pulled an elegant wooden and metal chair out of the way to get to another that was pulled up opposite her. I stood in front of the chair, confused.
“What's wrong?” she asked with genuine concern.
“I'm confused. I don't know what to do with my life. I feel lost in everything and I can't control myself.” I broke down and cried more.
“What?!” She was alarmed as if something I said had a deeper, scary meaning. I sat down and used a camera-like device that was in front of her to show her a video. A brown haired woman was giving a news report to another camera, but she abruptly stopped and ran from her seat. The video ended. I looked at the woman in front of me and she looked back, wide eyed.
We left the building together, in a car. I was driving, now very relaxed. She was in the back. I handed her a device I called a nook (no relation to the real Nook), and told her to watch a video on it. The device could fold open like a book, with one part being a transparent screen. She looked down at the video. It was a racing video game recording. It was understood that this was me playing the game. I had been in another car, playing this game as I talked about myself. I described myself as being afraid. I said again that I was lost and without purpose. I was contemplating suicide to get to a place I felt I needed to go. At this, the girl in the backseat found the video to be melodramatic and flicked the screen. The car flew through the air and off a cliff. It rolled in the air and smacked the ground, sliding into crystal clear water and sinking next to a brightly lit beach. The scene changed.
I was standing with the brown haired woman from the news on the beach. My speaking had continued as I had fallen in the car, but now it changed. We were facing a large book. The book was taller than us both and rested against a huge stone. It turned from a page which I believe showed the car to a two very white, blank pages. Every page in the book seemed old and folded multiple times as if a giant tried to fit it in his pocket like it was a paper note. The blank pages seemed important. They were what hasn't happened yet.
“But then I realized that I have hope. Something to live for,” my voice said. I continued talking about how my life had changed because of a certain realization. At this, the woman in the backseat grew happier, almost to tears. From here on, the video became full reality. The woman, who slowly was becoming my girlfriend, told me of a place that I needed to go to. She asked what it was like when the car hit the water. My mind flashed to it, and I saw a very still, plain shot of the car in the water. It was very clear. From here, I felt that there were levels to the world I was in. I could feel these levels and travel throughout them. I was in level 3, and I had to go up.
“So, I have to go to The Up, don't I?” I asked her. It felt that “The Up” was a very specific place that had to do with me. After saying this, I flashed down to level 4. I can't describe how it felt to go there, but it was darker. The water was murky and the car was floating, slowly moving in the green, putrid water. The whole world was a grim, almost cinematic version of what I had previously been at. I went back up, and was on level 3. This was how I learned that level 3 is the plain, but optimistic alternate of 4. From here the girl took me to level 2.
I don't remember how we got there, but now the traveling felt more like swimming up. We were underwater, but gravity was acting fairly normally. I could see regularly as well, but when I looked up I saw the surface of water as it looks form the underside.
“Is that air? Can I breathe it?” I questioned. The girl was now fully my girlfriend, but I knew it wasn't really her. She told me I could, but that I had to go up again. I didn't want to yet. I wanted to look around the setting we were in. It was something of a tunnel, though brightly lit as if by sunlight. On the ceiling there were two different bubbles of air which had slightly different colours. I looked at something growing out of the ceiling. It was strange ice. I can't explain how it is, other than that it had many squared bumps like the smaller shards on a tower of ice, with their edges highlighted in a frosty white and the rest a translucent icy blue. During all of this observation, I asked questions about the ice and she answered them accordingly. They were similar questions to the ones I asked a few moments ago, very simple, conversational. I was intrigued. They were small and ran down part of the length of the tunnel, and as I looked down the end the girl had pointed me at I could see people.
They were silhouetted against a bright light behind them which gleamed like a summer day. They all just stood there, looking in, but they didn't feel real. They were more like cardboard cutouts in my mind. I asked the girl if that's where I needed to go to get to The Up. She replied that it is The Up, and that I need to go soon. I'm fascinated by the crystals, so I tell her I'll go soon. I find more ice by the pockets of air, but it feels different, like plastic. It's not that cold either. I've never seen ice like the ones in the cave, but they and the air pockets had the feeling of being very important and very real. I looked back at the girl and decided that it was time to finally move on to The Up. I was happy now, happier than I had been at the other levels where the deranged version of me had contemplated suicide. The girl seemed incredibly happy as well, but urged me on as if she had something to show me. As I turned to walk to the light and the shadows of people, it faded away and I woke up to a dark room.[/quote]
haven't proofread because that's for the end of the month when I lose NaNo. :v:
[QUOTE=UberMunchkin;26290795]I haven't recalled any dreams for the last week :frown:[/QUOTE]
Fixed.
I remember dreaming that i sat in the kitchen, eating lunch with my parents, then they talk about what the different genders fear mostly usually: My dad was scared of going to jail, and my mom was scared of a mars invasion, then in the same second, a UFO toasted our neighbours house, landed, and some weird alien got out, it wore a helmet and a armour, and wielded a pistol, i went into my room, and pulled the curtains shut, but then it was there, just outside, without a helmet..
It looked like a dead baby cow :tinfoil:
[QUOTE=DOG-GY;26282177]wow, never heard of that at all nor has it ever happened to me.
haven't proofread because that's for the end of the month when I lose NaNo. :v:[/QUOTE]
I thought this deserved some sort of comment just because it was so profoundly deep. It really looks like you've made some journey of realisation and, if that transfers into real life or not, it looks like it was something amazing to experience. I wish I could dream like that.
After Jess' comment, I'll probably read it.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Also, WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME SCANS OF MY BRAIN? EH? EH?
I need to get this nightmare-ish type dream I had off my chest.
[quote]Me and several other people (I didn't really get their faces. They were just there...) were in what looked like a hotel room. It was mostly dark with the exception of a few candles. We were doing a ghost hunt, and when one of us asked for any spirits to make their presence known, my phone started ringing. The caller ID name was "HP" and the first three digits of the number were "576." (I either never saw the last four or couldn't remember them when I woke up. ) When I answered the phone and put it up to my ear, I heard loud banging noises on the other line, like someone banging on a table. This shocking experience caused my vision to blur and my ears starting ringing. Then, I woke up.[/quote]
So, FP, is this just a random nightmare, or could it possibly mean something?
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;26300214]After Jess' comment, I'll probably read it.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Also, WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME SCANS OF MY BRAIN? EH? EH?[/QUOTE]
Did you know you only need half your brain.
And Biohazard, did you give your phone no. to someone?
[QUOTE=Oblivious1;26302227]Did you know you only need half your brain.[/QUOTE]
As much as I'm sure this would explain a lot of things about my peers, it's an urban legend :(
[QUOTE=Jessbinx;26299067]I thought this deserved some sort of comment just because it was so profoundly deep. It really looks like you've made some journey of realisation and, if that transfers into real life or not, it looks like it was something amazing to experience. I wish I could dream like that.[/QUOTE]
Thanks it was p cool. A very original experience for me. Felt long too.
Zin I want to see your brain (scans)!
:saddowns: Cant, and will not sleep, whatever I do.
Reason: Dream.
When it went bad:
"IVE GOT A GHOST'S HEAT SIGNATURE!"
"WHOA WHOA WHOA! WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS! THEY LOOK LIKE DOGS WITH HUGE BACK SAC-LIKE THINGS AND ONLY TWO LEGS ON THEIR FRONT!"
(Thermals showed bodies walking on walls, ceiling, and floor. Along with more coming out near the dog things.)
"THOSE DOGS ARE A PORTAL TO HELL!"
(One of the thngs kills one of my squadmates.)
"OH SHI-"
(I then woke up.)
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
[QUOTE=Bi0hazard;26300477]I need to get this nightmare-ish type dream I had off my chest.
So, FP, is this just a random nightmare, or could it possibly mean something?[/QUOTE]
Umm... In my dream my team had called for help but put the wrong number, we were in the process of blocking a door. :ohdear:
no offense but that was the worst explanation of a dream ever
[QUOTE=DOG-GY;26304933]no offense but that was the worst explanation of a dream ever[/QUOTE]
I woke up trying to forget it. He have a better dog-thing description:
Smiledog as head. Cockroach body.
smiledog is the cutest thing ever
scares the fuck out of my girlfriend too
[QUOTE=Eonart;26305457]Funky dream last night, needs interpretation.
Did I also mention that I have never smoked before?[/QUOTE]
Clearly the cigarette is a penis.
*Ahem*
So, pretty much given up trying to FILD; it might just be that I don't really focus on my fingers per se, but I was so lucid the first time I tried it...
Also, my sub's been wanting to tell me something, but I need to be lucid first, the problem being I haven't gone lucid for a week or two. Possibly because I've been focusing on FILD. Derp.
So yeah. At least Thanksgiving wasn't sucky. Mostly because our relatives didn't want to risk travelling. Of course, either way I'd have played video games... I just need 19 more TF2 achievements. :D
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;26300214]Also, WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME SCANS OF MY BRAIN? EH? EH?[/QUOTE]
that is relevant to my interests
Unless you were joking, but still, brain scans are cool.
Also, I've concluded there's a part of me that doesn't want my sub and me to have the talk. If my sub would push back the date, I could see if I can lucid again, and if I can then I know that's the problem.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;26300214]After Jess' comment, I'll probably read it.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Also, WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME SCANS OF MY BRAIN? EH? EH?[/QUOTE]
yes please
CAT scans amuse me.
[QUOTE=Eonart;26305457]Funky dream last night, needs interpretation.
Did I also mention that I have never smoked before?[/QUOTE]
I had a dream about getting addicted to ciggarettes once.
...holy shit I just realized ho realistic that was.
[QUOTE=Oblivious1;26302227]Did you know you only need half your brain.
And Biohazard, did you give your phone no. to someone?[/QUOTE]
My uncle had a double lobotomy.
shot in the head once
3 semi accidents
blown up twice
set on fire once
seriously its like this guy is invinsible
hes blind in one eye, his forehead is made of steel, but he is honestly one of the smartest people I know.
...just a little slow in the logic department.
I had an eight day dream last night. My head hurts.
Goddamnit zin, how is my brain incabable of understanding how in the earth can you have a dream so long?
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
I mean, when am lucid, they are just a few minutes. maximum.
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
goddamn you hormones :argh:
I go to sleep about 10 or 11 pm, and have an alarm wake me up at abut 3 am for a WILD. Is that a good amount of time? .Then, when I wake up, I never seem to be able to stay up. I just fall back asleep.
what?
does everyone suddenly have christmas avatars?
oh wait...
I might have one...
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
thank god for the photoshop sub-forum.
Ive been waiting for that game
in other words I paid a friend 5 buck to gift it to me because I dont have paypal.
I hope I dont get hooked. Actually, I dont care if it rapes orphans and mass murders the world, I just want the iron curtain.
[QUOTE=Str4fe;26314624]Goddamnit zin, how is my brain incabable of understanding how in the earth can you have a dream so long?
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
I mean, when am lucid, they are just a few minutes. maximum.
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
goddamn you hormones :argh:[/QUOTE]
Dream chaining. Did Jake not talk about that in the OP? If not I'll explain it.
please do
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;26320134]Dream chaining. Did Jake not talk about that in the OP? If not I'll explain it.[/QUOTE]
Jake didn't explain it.
I haven't dream chained in a while
or lucid dreamed
Dreams aren't all they're cracked up to be anymore
[QUOTE=solid_jake;26323463]I haven't dream chained in a while
or lucid dreamed
Dreams aren't all they're cracked up to be anymore[/QUOTE]
:saddowns:
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
shit.
[editline]26th November 2010[/editline]
well shit.
I often dream about being carried away by a tsunami of blood and froth.
I had a pretty weird sleep last night.
I went to bed, trying to relax my body. After a while my body felt really heavy and I started to feel pretty weird. I then continued to repeat the phrase, "I will realize I'm dreaming". I eventually fell asleep but woke up in the middle of the night, remembering to repeat that phrase. So I did and I fell asleep.
The dream:
I was in a basement staring at a tv. A girl appeared, and she said a few things (I forget what she said). I immediately thought about subs and lucid dreaming and realized I was dreaming. Everything started to fade so I rubbed my hands together (for some reason I had a really long sweater on so it was hard). But it worked and my dream continued (for a few seconds). Then I woke up and wrote about it.
I don't know if I was actually lucid dreaming or if I was dreaming about lucid dreaming. I didn't do any RC's but I have a feeling I was just dreaming about it. Before I went to bed I was reading this thread and some of Jake's dreams (the week long one). I have a feeling the girl that was in my dream came from the girl that was in his dream. What's your thoughts?
she was your mind's projection of his subconscious, not his subconscious.
deep down, your jealous. You wish you were him.
[editline]27th November 2010[/editline]
DAMN
ninja'd
Jake's dreams seem like he's been watching too much inception though.
I mean, his subconscious takes the form of the female heroin of the film for Pete's sake.
Food for though: What if you did something in a dream that you had no possible way of knowing what the outcome would be?
Would your brain fill in the blanks with random made up crap, or would nothing happen?
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