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General => General Discussion => Topic started by: FlyingBIZKIT on May 30, 2012, 07:25:51 AM
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If this has been started before, deal with it.
Let's share our dreams. Not dreams as in life goals, cause we all know that surely won't happen.
Lately, I've had dreams where my legs don't work properly. I have trouble walking and it feels so real.
I have the weirdest dreams.
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That isn't a weird dream.
A few weeks ago I had a dream where the Transformers were all made of Lego, and were fighting atop a castle, then Optimus Prime summons a black Lego dragon to kick the Decepticons ass, then suddenly we're in my house, and some people are hacking Adobe, and for some reason we're watching it in realtime on the computer, except it's all in DOS for some reason.
That's about the most recent dream I can remember.
edit: oh wait I remember my dream from last night. I had the ability to morph into any shape I wanted, and I was in front of the mirror willing myself to be a muscley black man, and at first I failed and was just a fat white guy. Then I tried again and was muscley, and then I had to keep pushing and trying to get my skin darker and darker. Then once I was really nice and dark, I had to will an afro onto my head.
Then the next thing I remember, I was stealing something, and using some spray to make myself invisible (I was completely naked at this point, because I had to be to make myself invisible).
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I've had much weirder dreams than what I've recently had.
If it involves computers and Transformers, it's a Blob dream.
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I don't remember my dreams, usually.
I wake up and any recollection of what went on is D.O.A.
Except when I'm sick and end up all short of breath in my sleep. Those dreams are pretty memorable because they always involve me being paralyzed. I don't care for those.
One cool dram I had once was one where I died and woke up the next day as a ghost. I was completely invisible and intangible and could just float around wherever. I didn't like it at the time, though, because I thought it was real which scared the piss out of me. I was super-cautious about anything slightly dangerous for about 3 months afterwards.
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Yeah, I had a dream where my dog fucking melted. :metal
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Is a great Van Halen song
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Trouble walking... like John Locke?
Recently, I had a death dream. It was maybe one of the strangest dreams I've ever had. I remember realizing that I was going to die, and accepting it in my dream. It was almost as if on a double subconscious level, I knew I was dreaming, and wanted to experiment with death. I didn't actually know I was dreaming though, only that I was in fact dying. When my dream form accepted this, I closed my eyes. It was then that I experienced a near-death-experience, only there was nothing near about it. As I let go, I felt warm and light. After a couple seconds of being dead, I woke up in my bed.
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Trouble walking... like John Locke?
Recently, I had a death dream. It was maybe one of the strangest dreams I've ever had. I remember realizing that I was going to die, and accepting it in my dream. It was almost as if on a double subconscious level, I knew I was dreaming, and wanted to experiment with death. I didn't actually know I was dreaming though, only that I was in fact dying. When my dream form accepted this, I closed my eyes. It was then that I experienced a near-death-experience, only there was nothing near about it. As I let go, I felt warm and light. After a couple seconds of being dead, I woke up in my bed.
Oh my God. That's it.
Sounds like you're eating too many vegetables :police:
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Trouble walking... like Ace Frehley?
FTFY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvU5RV6gQXg
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The weirdest dream that I remember was also my most recent, and it went something like this: I'm walking through a city of skyscrapers, the city is completely empty. It's raining slightly, everything is a bit dark, no sign of life anywhere - except for the huge TV screens on the skyscrapers, all of which are playing the music video "Jack Sparrow" by The Lonely Island in infinite loop.
I'm in that weird city, walking along, when I, for some reason look down. There, on the pavement, there's a button, exactly like in Watchmen, complete with the smiley and the bloodstains. I lift it up, look at it and wake up.
Weird shit.
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I don't normally remember my dreams, but a major portion of what I do remember are nightmares or hallucinations while sleep paralyzed.
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I don't usually remember much of my dreams. I do recall the other night having a dream that I was the president and nother where I was Batman. Unfortunately they were not the same dream. President by day, Batman by night would be badass.
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(https://oi47.tinypic.com/35bs493.jpg)
I have yet to actually succeed in doing this, I don't even know if it's legit. But everything up to 'you're now in sleep paralasis' has worked, so the only thing I haven't done is the dreaming part.
I have only tried this once though and had to abort 'cause I needed to pee.
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I can't see the picture...
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I can't see the picture...
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How about now?
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Yeah. I've only lucid dreamt a couple of times.
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I once had a dream that I was listening to a DT tribute CD and was totally blow away by the singer. Then I looked at the credits and low and behold, Vocals: Nicky
Spandex Spanjaards.
Ah well.
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I have had loads of dreams in which I was aware and could control it but the way that image describes it seems even more 'lucid' than I feel my past ones have been.
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If this has been started before, deal with it.
Let's share our dreams. Not dreams as in life goals, cause we all know that surely won't happen.
Lately, I've had dreams where my legs don't work properly. I have trouble walking and it feels so real.
I have the weirdest dreams.
Probably my most common recurring dream - legs just feel heavy and walk reaaaaally slowly.
The missus woke me up this morning and after I went back to sleep, remember the dream vividly. All my teeth fell out :eek
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If this has been started before, deal with it.
Let's share our dreams. Not dreams as in life goals, cause we all know that surely won't happen.
Lately, I've had dreams where my legs don't work properly. I have trouble walking and it feels so real.
I have the weirdest dreams.
Probably my most common recurring dream - legs just feel heavy and walk reaaaaally slowly.
The missus woke me up this morning and after I went back to sleep, remember the dream vividly. All my teeth fell out :eek
That's awful :lol
Yeah, in those dreams, I seriously can't stay on my feet. I'll just roll around like a dumbass.
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I had a pretty vivid one a few weeks ago about the zombie apocalypse/The Walking Dead. What was so weird about it is that the dream switched to a scene not involving me, like you would see on a TV show. I don't think that's ever happened in a dream I've had before. Plus, the dream was super creepy to begin with. :eek
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I'd just smack those zombies around, I'm pretty much god in all my dreams.
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You and my SO - he can lucid dream until the cows come home (moo! :lol ) but I've never really mastered that dream technique. He's tried to tell me to actively look for things that I would have IRL but I get so caught up in the dream that I forget.
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I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do, they're usually creepy as fuck and lack any sense whatsoever.
For example. I once dreamt that I was a porcupine.
A freakin' porcupine.
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For those who want to try out Lucid dreaming check out reddit.com/r/luciddreaming
The last dream I had that I can remember was the night before last:
I was on a beach someplace, looked vaguely to the beach in Lithuania that I visited in March. It was very hot and sand was very think, not compacted so walking felt strange. I sat down on a wooden lounge chair facing the water when all of a sudden my gf appeared. We started talking and the strange thing was that she was talking to me in English (she knows very little English in real life and we speak in our native language). it hit me that I was dreaming and it bummed me out because we were having such a good time, but overall it's a good dream. 8/10
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Last night I had a dream where I was playing one of those claw machines where you try to grab a stuffed animal. I sucessfully got a monkey, then it came alive and started attacking me. Soon, all of the stuffed animals in the machine came alive, including one animal which I can only describe as a giant tarantulasnake. Together they broke out of the glass and started chasing me. I don't remember much else from there, but I seem to recall that I ended up somehow trapped in the claw machine.
... Yeah, I have an overactive imagination.
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Damn, that sounds terrifying!
I can generally dream lucidly if I'm already dreaming and somehow I realize that I'm dreaming. Most times, it's because something in the dream just doesn't make any sense, and I think to myself "This is nuts, this must be a dream." The earliest I remember this happening was when I was maybe seven or eight years old. A friend and I rode our bikes to the store, which was all the way to the end of the neighborhood, on Grand River Avenue. That was a main street, four lanes wide, and we could not cross it. When we got there, it wasn't four lanes of traffic, but four railroad tracks. Trains! Yay! I like trains. But my friend Mike was ahead of me and he saw it and turned around and said "This must be a dream" and I agreed. It didn't make any sense that the road would suddenly be train tracks. Then I woke up.
The best lucid dreams of course are the ones that continue after you're "in control". Once I figure out that it's a dream, I usually fly rather than walk, because it's more fun. Playing music is fun, too, because you don't make any mistakes and it all sounds exactly like the CD (because I usually literally hear the CD in my head as I'm playing). Fun stuff.
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The best lucid dreams of course are the ones that continue after you're "in control". Once I figure out that it's a dream, I usually fly rather than walk, because it's more fun. Playing music is fun, too, because you don't make any mistakes and it all sounds exactly like the CD (because I usually literally hear the CD in my head as I'm playing). Fun stuff.
Another fun thing is to mess with people heads. Like making them forget things or making them not see things right in front of them (if you're doing something you don't want people to see in public)...
(https://webtrax.hu/myfacewhen/faces/lineart-memes/if-you-know-what-i-mean.jpg)
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I had a dream the night before my drama exam that I messed up and failed miserably, and woke up crying :')
Now, according to an online dream dictionary this means that I am concerned that I'm not going to fulfil my obligations, looking forward to impending friendships, and that I feel as though I'm not going to meet the expectations of others.
Personally, I think I was scared of failing my drama exam
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:tup
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I had a dream a few weeks back that really opened my eyes to a situation that was going on in my life.
Me and another guy got promoted to night manager at my family's store. I felt blind-sided to the fact that the other guy, a few months younger than myself got manager shifts before I did and began training before myself and had an actual manager shift before I even got to training.
I was his stock guy the night of his first training shift and felt very detached from work that night and somewhat hurt. Completely unnecessary for me to feel that way but I wasn't happy about it as I saw the guy unfit for the position (last weekend this was proven true).
That night, I had a dream that I was driving home from work and the breaks weren't working in my car. They would start to work if pressed down really hard but other times they would fail all together. The next morning I woke up and started looking up what failed breaks meant in a dream. It meant that I didn't have control of something in my life/something bugging me was out of my control.
It really opened my eyes up to the fact that I couldn't control the promotion of another employee and that I shouldn't make his manager experience horrible because of my anger. From that point on, it hasn't frustrated me to the point that it did.
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All I had to do was read that first sentence and look at your avatar.
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That's about the fifth time with this avatar that I've been told that. It's a very contemplative avatar
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Yeah it is. Although, I'm not sure how well it goes with your sig.
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I'll probably change that soon too. I don't know what though
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Convert to angry turtleism.
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I have dreams pretty much every night, 90% of them nightmares. My mum features in most of them. They were even more fucked up when I was on morphine patches. Two that spring to mind that I'll never forget:
Dream one, I was in a hospital, with my mum. She was dead and a ghost, but looked and was acting totally normal, and she'd been really sick and died but I realised she believed that she'd survived and everything was okay, so I had to break the news to her and said 'mum, you do realise that you didn't actually make it, don't you?' and she looked really shocked, and morphed from being normal into this weird screaming demon, wailing and crying and zooming round the room destroying everything like a hurricane. I couldn't do anything but just watch her lose it. I didn't really get what the dream was about until I told a friend and she said it's like I was breaking the news to myself, trying to finally admit/accept what happened, and the reaction I saw in her is how I really feel and how I really want to react, to lose my shit completely and not be the calm, organised, strong one like I was when she died. It kinda made sense.
Dream two, I was in a lift in a mansion, and one of the floors I could get off was heaven. I got outta the lift, went into a room, had to wait a few minutes and then she appeared, totally normal and happy. She looked so healthy, so peaceful, so pleased to see me. I asked her what it was like in heaven and she said it was great, and I asked if our two late cats were there too and she said yeah, showed me a photo of them on her phone. I asked if she lived with them and she said no, that things were kinda different and didn't work that way up there but she sees them every day. She told me that even when I can't see her or feel her, she's always there with me, and that she loves me and my brother to bits and always will. I only had half an hour with her until I had to say goodbye, when I hugged her I knew it could be the last time I ever saw her, and it was so sad. I woke up feeling really weird, glad I'd seen her but also upset as it was the first time I'd seen her look happy and healthy since her death. I just woke up and burst into tears. Nothing about the death feels real, at all. I'm atheist and don't believe in god or heaven, but it's tempting to try and make myself believe that dreams like this mean something, that she is still around in a way. Cos losing her completely is just too hard to bear.
I also had a sex dream about Steven Wilson once, that was cool.
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Steve Wilson seems like he would enjoy angry sex . . . .
I had an interesting dream last night;
I was in Paris in the apartment that I was in last year, somehow I ran into my ex whom I still talk to every once in a while. We were both traveling to London, it was a really odd dream, it had a strange quality to it because we were dating in my dream. Anyway we both take off on a flight to London and we immediately get grounded because our plane was selected to go through customs. After customs we ended up missing our flight and had to drive to London.
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Last night I dreamed that I was at work, which is sort of like a warehouse setting. Right in the middle of all these boxes and freight there just happened to be showers.
I have no idea why they were there, but I took great delight in taking a shower. And everyone kept coming by trying to conduct business as usual, totally nonchalant that I'm taking this random shower.
If Freud was still alive, he would probably say it was an Oedipus complex.
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I had three remembered dreams last night but I'll focus on one thing in one of them I thought was cool.
A teacher comes out into the hallway and yells at us (me and some other people) to be more quiet, but it wasn't us who had been loud, it was this girl down the hallway. And so I walked after the teacher and touched his forhead and showed him my memory of the girl being loud and he apologized.
I have the power.
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Lately, I've had dreams where my legs don't work properly. I have trouble walking and it feels so real.
I have the weirdest dreams.
The mind is a powerful thing. Your subconcious mind knows you have issues with your legs and thus this is manifesting in your dreams. Its not the other way around.
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^^ There's a lot of times in dreams where I'm either chasing something or trying to run from something and my legs also feel like they don't really work right. Its like I'm trying to run through quicksand or something and I'm moving in slow motion.
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^^ There's a lot of times in dreams where I'm either chasing something or trying to run from something and my legs also feel like they don't really work right. Its like I'm trying to run through quicksand or something and I'm moving in slow motion.
You only run in slow motion in dreams. Its frustrating when your trying to get away from someone and you just can't move fast.
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^^ There's a lot of times in dreams where I'm either chasing something or trying to run from something and my legs also feel like they don't really work right. Its like I'm trying to run through quicksand or something and I'm moving in slow motion.
Dreaming becomes awesome when you learn not to run from things in the dreams. After you accept that there is no point of running in dreams it's easier (and sometimes much more fun) to actually turn around and face whatever it is you're running from.
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^^ There's a lot of times in dreams where I'm either chasing something or trying to run from something and my legs also feel like they don't really work right. Its like I'm trying to run through quicksand or something and I'm moving in slow motion.
Dreaming becomes awesome when you learn not to run from things in the dreams. After you accept that there is no point of running in dreams it's easier (and sometimes much more fun) to actually turn around and face whatever it is you're running from.
I have read that your central nervous system prevents the body from moving too much while sleeping as not to injure yourself. This is the supposed reason you seam to move in slow motion while dreaming.
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I remember one I had where I was on top of the high tower/building in Dubai and I looked down from it. Then I fell and I almost fell into a river. Then I realized that I had an invisible rope on me. Then I simply returned to the top of that tower, only now the tower was in Estonia. I then jumped again and landed in a church where people were having a blast drinking, playing cards and making out.
Suddenly the dream changed. I had gone back in time, the year was 1946 or sth like that, it was after WWII. I was like a sir, all fancy dressed in a suit and wearing a hat. I visited my grandparents' house as a guest and saw them being young and all that. That was weird.
I also had a third one that night but I don't remember that one.
Also one thing that happens in dreams, is that everybody speaks my language, or I speak theirs, dunno really.
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I had a fun dream last night, but it was pretty long so I'll just skip ahead to the awesome points.
The first was that I used telekenetic (spelling?) power to throw the Kraken from Pirates of the Caribbean like a thousand feet up in the air onto dry land so that it dies because it had been sent to kill me. Then later I used that same power to stop three ridiculously gigantic waves of water and push them back to sea. I then created fire in my hand to convince a buch of people around me that I was not a normal human. And I flew alot, but that's like second nature to me by now.
Also one thing that happens in dreams, is that everybody speaks my language, or I speak theirs, dunno really.
Yeah, people in dreams can only speak the languages you speak, because they are actually just a part of your mind.
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I had the most fucked-up dream ever tonight. It involved my best friend narrating the dream, which is pretty strange, since he never appeared in my dreams before, but whatever.
The dream was set in a world where global warming had taken over the world and destroyed a lot. A person then threw himself into a really crazy machine that catapulted himself into the skies, which broke up the clouds all around the world. This sudden, unhindered influx of sunlight onto the earth's surface somehow miraculously reversed the effects of global warming, and suddenly everything was full of nature and stuff, even though there had been a barren landscape with no plants whatsoever there before.
Then, I saw my friend (who was narrating my dream) sitting at a table in a valley, with a waterfall in the background, while writing in a leather-bound book with a quill. He closed the book after he had written something that I couldn't decipher and then I woke up.
Weird shit going on in my brain, I tell you.
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^ It's visions of the apocalypse.
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That's what I thought too, at first, but how does a man being launched into the sky, breaking up the clouds and the sunlight reversing global warming even work?
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It's all some sort of deep metaphore I'm sure. I just haven't made up anything cool for it to mean yet.
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Controversial opinion :
I hate all dreams. Good, Bad, Otherwise.
You have an awesome dream and you wake up disappointed. You have a bad dream, you wake up feeling bad.
No win.
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My dreams haunt me. They're a load of shit and mean nothing; they are nothing. Flashes of my imagination, memories and coupled together like a cocktail of bullshit and pigshit. Rarely do I have a 'good dream', but I also haven't had what I would consider a 'nightmare' since I was a child and held onto irrational fears, like Chucky the doll coming to slice my throat open in the middle of the night. :D :sadpanda: But mostly I agree with Kowboysogyoukukotowari. They're all useless, terrible things.
Fucking humans brains. What can ya do? Fuck human brains. What? Gross. NO, YOU'RE GROSS. GET OUT OF MY BATHTUB!
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Controversial opinion :
I hate all dreams. Good, Bad, Otherwise.
You have an awesome dream and you wake up disappointed. You have a bad dream, you wake up feeling bad.
No win.
If I have a bad dream, I am relieved that it wasn't real and actually feel better, so that's a win for me.
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I have dreams pretty much every night, 90% of them nightmares.
Everyone dreams every night. You just don't remember them when you wake up. Or unless you didn't actually sleep.
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i used to suffer from horrible nightmares allmost every night whan i was young.
one of the nightmares that i remember the most is this one:
i walked naked into my room, and tore all my skin from my body, so only my flesh left. whan i tore the skin of my face, my whole face were removed from my body and not only my skin, and oh god, that dream felt so real.
it was really fucking scary espicially for a 10 years old kid , and it was one of the nightmares that came back alot of nights.
luckily, whan i got older (im 17 now), the nightmares just stopped.
whan i was 13-14 and the nightmares allready began to disapear, i had some dreams about me being half-fox half-man and that i have superpowers (being able to run at the speed of sound and creating fire with my bare hands).
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I had this dream yesterday where I was driving home from something at night. I got to the road leading to my neighborhood, and there was a group of people sitting there in the middle of the road playing cards or something. Damn, I didn't even see them until I turned the corner and my headlights hit them, the morons. So I slow way down and head over to the side of the road to go around them, and I notice other people outside, dancing and partying and stuff. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a little kid coming running right at my car and then I hear "Whap!" and I think "Oh fuck!" and I immediately pull over.
I get out of the car and look to see if he's okay or what, and there's no one there. I look farther back, and all the people who were hanging out in the street have all gotten up and now they're on the lawn of one of the houses. I run over there and yell to them, asking if... um... they saw the little kid that I think I hit, and is he okay? One of them says "Oh yeah, he's fine. He went in the house."
And I think about it, and the sound wasn't the kind of sound you'd expect from a body hitting a car (or vice versa) but more like something hard plastic hitting the car. Like maybe he had something in his hand and that's what hit the side of my car. I only caught a quick flash of him out of the corner of my eye. So I figured okay, they don't seem too worried about, I'll just head home.
I look, and don't see my car on the side of the road where I thought I'd left it. There's a white van which I don't remember seeing, but I wasn't really paying attention when I ran back to that house to see if the kid was okay. Maybe my car is out in front of that van. Nope. I look around and don't see it anywhere. I realize that I'm holding my keys in my hand, since I grabbed them when I got out of the car (something I always do out of habit), so I press the button that makes the car horn beep. I hear the beep behind me and turn around. Did I manage to pass my car and not see it? If you press the button at night, the lights come on as well, so I press the button and hear the beep and see lights come on on some car parked on someone's driveway. But it was just someone leaving who happened to have started their car right at that moment. I pressed the button a few more times, and heard the beep, but the sound was echoing strangely and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Then I started getting a little paranoid because it was nighttime and I was making my car horn beep a lot, which would probably be really annoying for the people who lived in these houses.
Then I woke up because I had to pee. I never did find my car.
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If I believed in such things, it would be interesting to plug that into a dream analyzer, but what the hell would I put?
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i had some dreams about me being half-fox half-man and that i have superpowers (being able to run at the speed of sound and creating fire with my bare hands).
Is that perhaps the source of you profile image?
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This one time I had a dream that I kept having to piss by dropping my pants entirely and if I didn't then I couldn't piss and then halfway through the dream I apparently forgot to pull them back up and walked around school without any pants on and everyone laughed at my penis which was about the size of my pinky's fingernail and then I killed everyone and ended up stretching my penis out by surgically attaching Stretch Armstrong's arm and raped the principal with my floppy long-arm before having her give me all A's, then I let her go home but she ended up committing suicide, but not before telling me that I impregnated her with Stretch Legstrong, Armstrong's illegitimate son (his mother was a handmaiden to Beelzebub).
It was the only dream I ever liked and I woke up before I could finish.
Finish the dream. I ended up seeing that I had an F in Math and woke up before I was able to change it to an A.
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I have a recurring dream that everything is weird and not quite reality and sometimes the laws of physics are altered.
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This one time I had a dream that I kept having to piss by dropping my pants entirely and if I didn't then I couldn't piss and then halfway through the dream I apparently forgot to pull them back up and walked around school without any pants on and everyone laughed at my penis which was about the size of my pinky's fingernail and then I killed everyone and ended up stretching my penis out by surgically attaching Stretch Armstrong's arm and raped the principal with my floppy long-arm before having her give me all A's, then I let her go home but she ended up committing suicide, but not before telling me that I impregnated her with Stretch Legstrong, Armstrong's illegitimate son (his mother was a handmaiden to Beelzebub).
It was the only dream I ever liked and I woke up before I could finish.
Finish the dream. I ended up seeing that I had an F in Math and woke up before I was able to change it to an A.
Holy fuck. That's mighty fucked up.
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I don't necessarily have recurring dreams anymore (I did as a child), but I do have a recurring theme - tornadoes. The tornado, for me, signifies change - good, bad, indifferent. I've discovered that the proximity of the tornado is significant, as well as the other people in the dream. For example...
In one, I was driving south towards Austin on I-35 and I saw a tornado hit close to the area where I worked at the time. Turns out that one of my co-workers was headed back to Utah within a matter of days.
In another, I was in a car with my mother and brother, and the tornadoes were only hitting on the driver's side of the car - which was where my mother was (I was in the back, my brother was shotgun). No more than two days later, my mother was the victim of an almost hit and run accident - she was crossing the street to either go home or go back to work, when a SUV hit her.
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I mostly don't remember my dreams, but when I do........they suck! I prefer not to dream. Nothing but a mind fuck and they serve no useful purpose.
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I mostly don't remember my dreams, but when I do........they suck! I prefer not to dream. Nothing but a mind fuck and they serve no useful purpose.
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When I took Psychology in high school, I remember we did a unit on dreams and interpreting them and stuff, and one of the "experts" concluded that they don't really mean anything; they are simply brain activity. Sure, if you're thinking a lot about something or someone, that can manifest in your dreams. But to try to attribute something truly bizarre and senseless to your subconscious trying to send you a message is just silly.
A common one is people dreaming about being in public naked, or in their underwear. One interpretation is that you feel exposed or vulnerable, another is that you feel that you need to be more open. Okay, so which is it? Everybody has anxieties, everybody feels vulnerable sometimes, and everybody has times when it might be better to open up about stuff. It's like horoscopes. Make it general enough and bring in elements of things that everyone has in common, and it will always seem to be right.
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Another one is your teeth breaking/shattering - I used to have that one pretty frequently too. Dream "analysis" says that that's a manifestation of fear of being misinterpreted. HOWEVER - I think the greater benefit is to determine how it makes sense to YOU versus going solely on what analysis/books say it means.
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i had some dreams about me being half-fox half-man and that i have superpowers (being able to run at the speed of sound and creating fire with my bare hands).
Is that perhaps the source of you profile image?
kind of :P
Its the reason why i fox is my fav animall.
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I had a dream that I went into my room and turned on the light and whirled around and there was a spider nestled up above my door. I turned off the light so it wouldn't see me, but I saw a white thing dart down from where the spider was and knew that the spider had jumped down. I freaked out and ran across the house, realizing that the spider had jumped ONTO ME. I woke up screaming and grabbing my shirt. :|
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:lol
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Last night was a good one.
I was on a school bus on some lame ass field trip. And for some reason Vince McMahon was there and we started disusing the pros and cons of how WCW ran their company vs. how the WWF runs its company. And there were a bunch of pro wrestlers on the bus too. It was mental and I loved it.
Then there was a second dream where I was Hank from Venture Bros. and I was defending the compound.
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I was flying though these weird tunnels chased by one of those large flying snake things from the Avengers, unlike most dreams I actually got away and ended up in a sort of head hunter tribe. They did not like me and was about to attack me when I saw a huge wave coming from the ocean and I started running because it didn't look so large at first. But then as I had made it over a hill I saw that the wave was rediculously enormous and I realized I had to do something, so I reached out my hands and stopped the wave with my mind. Then I pushed it back into the ocean.
Then one of the headhunters came up to me, still not liking me, to cut me up with a knife he had. I, knowing I was dreaming, explained to him how I'm like a god here and that there is no point trying to cut me up because nothing would happen. He then tried to cut my arm but it didn't go through my skin. He then looked at me all surprised and stuff and then the dream ended.
Damn I love my mind.
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Very strange experience last night. We had some friends from London come to see us yesterday, I was designated driver so didn't have a drink all day. We were all up chilling until about 3:30am so I got to bed at around 4:30am.
When I slept I had a dream about being back at uni although it was slightly different, as most dreams do change things slightly. We were getting ready to go out and I started per drinking rather late so had to drink quite quickly. This is where I went from sober to intensely wasted in about, what seemed like 4 seconds. I was experiencing the effects of gravity 10 fold, falling about the place and being incredibly frustrated that I could not focus on anything. I was so ridiculously drunk I don't think I've even experienced that level in real life - and I've been pretty fucked up. The whole experience was not pleasant at all. I can remember every single 'scene' in this dream but I'll stick to the main parts otherwise I'll be here for hours.
Throughout the course of the dream I was in clubs in the city where my uni is. At one point I was commenting on how I managed to go from sober to wasted in such a short space of time and how I was now completely sober, infact I was hyper.
It was at this point myself and a flat mate were sat outside on a bench. I was handed a cigarette which I smoked (I don't in reality). I then noticed the guy stood to my left was in a bit of a mess and a volunteer (we have these in some cities in the uk that carry water, first aid and various other supplies) approached. He held the guy up then turned to me and asked me a question that I responded to (can't remember what now) then he said 'you are wired, aren't you.' I responded asking what he meant, to which he replied 'the effect achieved by taking a drug called MDMA, a powder similar to ecstasy pills'. I got very annoyed with him, explaining that I was not a drug user, and that I had never been involved in such things. I turned to my friend who said to ignore him it was just the energy drink making me hyper. Strange thing is that I was experiencing euphoria which I know from drugs ed. is an effect of these substances.
My friend that asked me if I wanted to smoke pot, again something I don't do, but this time I said ok. I remember going to get my friends stash and discovering it had all gone and getting frustrated and then things start to get hazy and I think I woke up not long after.
Also, I just remembered that at several points throughout the dream (or in one of my dreams in the night) I kept feeling like I was on the verge of crying and was experiencing utter despair, which is strange as I had such a good day.
The strangest part is I woke up with mild hangover symptoms, and the fact that I've had one drunk dream before.
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Last night I Dreamed that I went to a Peter Gabriel concert with my ex GF and instead of it being a concert, it turned into Peter Gabriel hosting Wheel of Fortune and one of my best friends was a contestant.
At the end of the show, Peter Gabriel came over to my table (cause apparently we were in a restaurant too) and he asked me for a slice of my pizza and then he autographed my copy of SO.
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I had two dreams last night. First one I was surfing on frozen water with my friends. Second one I was picking huge sums of money from the floors of toilets. Some of that money was originally mine, some not.
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Last night was a weird one
I was in the car of a girl I really liked from college (but she was married with a kid) and nothing ever happened in the real world. In the dream she said she wanted me and was ready to go. Despite me really liking this girl and finally having the opportunity. I told her no and to go back to her husband and child. She said she can't stand her husband and then I said "well, you are the one who chose him" She got pissed and threw me out of the car :lol
Felt so damn real. I am glad I am at a point in my life where now my big head can override the little one (even if it was just on the Dream plane)
In the real world I haven't seen this girl since 2012, but we have sent an email to each other like once a year. Since I was one year ahead of her in pharmacy school and she had questions. She's graduating in May and wants me to be there... So basically me, some random guy would have to sit next her legit husband and watch her graduate. No thanks, I'm telling her I'm busy.
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I had a dream last night that a Tyrannosaur busted into my garage to get me. I tried to escape through the large front swinging door but it was jammed. When the dinosaur quickly sunk its teeth around my rib cage and clamped down, I remember it hurt like hell and I immediately woke up. It was a vivid violent and terrifying dream, and I was afraid to go back to sleep for a while. What the heck?? I haven't even watched any dino-movies in a long time.. Plus I'm in my mid forties. ???
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Dinosaurs are timeless. They can get you anytime, anywhere.
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Indeed, now I'm a nervous Rex!
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Dinosaurs are timeless. They can get you anytime, anywhere.
:lol
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I dreamed we were finishing up band practice at John's, which is normal, and in my dream what was also normal was that we had to make sure we were all out of there by 5:00 because that's when John and Kay have their little in-home daycare center, for kids in the neighborhood and stuff. On my way out, I pass the lady setting up her desk thing near the back basement door. Clever, how the business entrance is just the back door of the house anyway, as that makes it easier to separate the business from the main part of the house. There are already two or three little kids there, and I pass a mom and kid coming in. I walk out to the driveway, and cars are lining up to drop kids off. Damn, not quite a "little" side business anymore, eh, John?
Then I pause for a second as I remember that on the way out there, I'd stopped at the gas station to grab a Coke, and for some stupid reason (probably stoned as hell), I decided to just walk the rest of the way out to John's. It was a nice day out, and it's only like half a mile. I'm a fucking idiot, because now, dead tired from another great jam session, I have to walk half a mile to my car.
The road winds through the woods and over a river, and I look and see a boat just pulling up to the dock near the bridge. It's John's boat! Someone had stolen his boat a few weeks back, but damn if that isn't it right there. I'd know it anywhere. I walk over and start talking to the people on the boat, asking them who they are and what are they doing on John's boat. They ask me who the hell John is. This isn't a small boat; it's a cabin cruiser, probably 30 or 32 feet, and I can see into the cabin, which is exactly how I remember it, having been on board a few times, and besides, there's John and Kay's picture right there. I pull out my phone to call the cops. Except I'm not quite sure exactly where I am, or how to describe it to the cops. So I ask the people there what town are we even in, what's the name of this river, all that. Amazingly, they tell me. They're being completely cooperative. In fact, they're being really cool about everything overall.
They invite me on board, so I climb aboard, and they're watching some video on the TV about trains. I like trains, so I watch for a while. Some of the others get bored and wander into the next room, and eventually I'm the only one left, so I head into the other room to see what everyone else is up to. It occurs to me that there's no one left watching the TV, so of course MY MOM shows up and yells at me to turn off the TV if no one's watching it!
Even though it was just a dream, hearing my mom's voice yelling at me shook the hell out of me, and I woke up. My mom's been gone since 2010, and John and Kay don't have a boat as far as I know, nor do they run a daycare out of their house. Though it is true that their house is pretty huge.
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I had a dream last night where I made whoopee with the red head cougar that I work with. Oh my god, it felt so incredibly real and so so damn good that I swear I almost wanted to tell her today "thanks for last night". Hot damn, the dream plane can be fascinating and mind bogglin in how real it can seem.