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Off-Topic Discussion => General Discussion => Topic started by: esarai on March 27, 2011, 08:14:56 pm
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So... I've never out-and-out seen a topic about this posted before. Dreams. What kind of dreams do you have? Any particularly memorable ones? I guess if enough people are willing to share we can turn this into a collective dream journal.
As an icebreaker I'll share one of my more recent ones (if you hang out on IRC you probably heard me mention this one a few days ago):
I only half-remember this one. The first part is a very fuzzy, convoluted mess that I can make absolutely no sense of. The dream becomes clearer as I find myself running around a decrepit gothic-styled mansion that appears to be undergoing restoration. In the pre-dawn hours, orange work lamps cast light down on the dozens of scaffolds put in place by the workers. For reasons unknown, there are few other people besides me and my three companions active at this site. Somehow, this mansion, with its missing walls and unfinished hallways, is my inheritance--I don't know how I came to possess such a thing, but it belongs to me.
We feel an insurmountable urge to hide--we're being chased. By who and for what is not immediately apparent. We dart underneath scaffolds, through archways, around corners, in and out of culverts, but we can't find a good place to hide. One of my comrades has the idea that we will throw a mock wedding and hide in with the guests to avoid detection. This seems like a good idea, so I go and open the front gate. Instead of men and women in tuxedos and dresses, we get hipsters and punk rockers pouring in. No way will this make a convincing wedding. To make matters worse, the bride and the groom have gotten their outfits mixed up, and the dress is made from paper cutouts. As a last resort, we split up. This is the last I see of my companions. As I depart, I proceed down a hallway to find a rectangular prism of water floating in the middle of the hall. I find I don't have to swim through it--I kind of ghost through it as in Minecraft.
On the other side is an arch leading to the outside. Dawn is breaking, and the world beyond is a pale gray. I can feel our pursuers are close at hand. Across a small valley is a building that is the result of crossing a plantation house with a military base. On the top balcony, I see none other than G Man. I figure if I can follow him I might reach safety. I dart for the stairs, but coming out of left field is a HL2 Metro Cop wielding a crowbar aiming to cut me off. An HEV suit pops into existence around me, and the cop blocks my path to the stairs. He waves the crowbar at me menacingly. I catch his first swing and disarm him, beat him aside, and climb the first flight. On the middle landing of the stairwell rests a crate, and atop that are a combat knife and a crescent wrench. I pick them up and proceed to the top of the stairs. A headcrab zombie shuffles through the doorway, surprising me. I grapple with it. The struggle is short, and I send it plummeting down the stairwell. I can hear more zombies rasping and scuttling around the corner. I press up against the side of the door, and raise the bar, ready for action. As the zombies stumble blindly through, I bash them over the head... wham... wham... wham. Each one collapses.
I dart out onto the landing. I see G Man round the corner up ahead. I attempt to chase, but something moves in the left corner of my eye. Looking back to my manor, I see death eaters swarming out of it. G Man is long gone. A shotgun is resting nearby. I ready it and attempt to bombard Voldemort's minions. As you can expect, that doesn't work so well. Using video game logic, I attach a scope to it, and witness the gun change form into a... steampunk/fantasy railgun. That's really the only way I can describe it. Before I can train it on the advancing horde of wizards, they arrive at the stairs and begin to climb. I panic. If they top the stairs I am a dead man. A nearly universal truth in my dreams is that I have never yet died from falling, and I jump off the far side of the third floor balcony. I land, and dart for another ruin. Through it's opening I can see a large assortment of crates. From each one I hear distinct music. I hear Budget Meeting, Bridge of Kazad'Dum, and a track from E Nomine (no idea the name, but definitely that band). I feel a glimmer of hope. If I can open one, I could escape from the Death Eaters. My hope is quickly dashed--each crate has no less than ten locks.
Desperately, I continue through the ruin into the field beyond, and aim for the forest bordering it about 50 m away. Curses and spells are flying all around me, but none score a hit. I return fire with my rifle, and am shocked to discover it fires shurikens. I can see Bellatrix Lestrange advancing towards me, and send one of my deadly stars to say hello. It sticks her square in the arm. My small show of force is not enough to deter the horde, and I continue my retreat. As I near the edge of the woods, I feel something... Intuitively, I get the sense the world has shifted, as if I've crossed over some kind of border. The Death Eaters cannot fire a curse over the boundary. This is Mirkwood Forest. I stop and face them, and see a retributive strike from Lestrange dissipate into nothing as it encounters the border. Lo and behold, from my right approaches none other than Lord Voldemort himself, thin eyes, snake nose, pale skin and all. I feel a sudden dread--He's strong enough to punch through the border, and he's a master at making people dead. He aims and flicks his wand. A sparking, vicious green bolt leaps from its end. Instinctively, I drop the rifle and position myself en garde, ready to fence. I put on my 'war face,' the wide smile I wear whenever I fence, and prepare for action. I feel the excitement of bouting rise, and my confidence spikes. Ive got this. The curse comes into my distance, I parry it, follow immediately with a riposte, and send it flying back. It strikes Voldemort's robes and they burst into flame. He roars with fury, and ragefaces as I awake.
So yeah, in one dream, I chased G Man, beat headcrab zombies, shot Lestrange with a shuriken, and lit the Dark Lord on fire.
Who's next?
Edited with paragraphs as per Battman's suggestion, and changed a few things.
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paragraphs dude
Last night I had a dream where I was doing pushups in boot camp but I was a Cardassian and everyone else was a Cardassian and I asked the man next to me what my purpose in life was and he said 'To serve the state?' and I said 'no!' and he said 'no!' and then I realized he was my best friend from high school only a Cardassian
It was a good dream
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I had a dream
That my four litt--AJHFKJGHR:KJH:LCKGN:JRH:FKJNC:CKJH
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This should be fun. I present to you an entry from a dream journal I had to keep for a psychology class my freshmen year. It plays out like some kind of SyFy B-movie.
Who was in the dream?
Myself
A random woman
Two random men
Lots of other unknown people.
What was happening in the dream?
Me, the woman, and the man were rushing some other man to a treatment center for a dangerous disease.
What were you doing in the dream?
Helping rush the man to the hospital.
Where did this dream take place?
At an unknown hospital.
Did you know that you were dreaming?
No.
Why do you think you had this dream?
This one was incredibly random. I had no real previous stimulation for this dream to go the way it did.
Have you had this dream before? If so, how often?
First time.
What I wrote after I woke up:
Although I know I had more “chapters” to my dreams, I only remember one clearly fron last night. I remember a section that focused around a disease called END. This disease was almost purely neurological, and started out with strep-like systems. People would have sore throat and it would slowly progress to something like a localized shingles. Eventually, the virus was spread to their spinal cord, and move up to their brain through the base of their skull. At this point, the disease proceeded to destroy spinal and brain tissue. Most people experienced a severe form of psychosis before they passed away. Throughout history, the disease had been considered fatal, and there was no vaccine or cure. The method the disease used to spread itself around was not known for sure, and it seemed to effect younger people most harshly.
In the dream, there was a research hospital that had discovered a method for curing people who suffered from the disease with a surgery. I'm not sure what the surgery directly did, but it left severe scars on the side of the neck the disease decided to travel along. This was almost considered a mark of someone who had been treated for END. Due to the threat of psychosis, those who had the scar were sometimes treated unfairly, as people feared they had mental damage.
I had taken a group of people, one woman, and a man who was infected with END to the treatment center. We feared it was far too late for the man, as he was already showing signs of psychosis. We arrived at the front of the facility, and the man was put on a gurney and was covered by a large blue cap made of a very heavy material. I assumed this was to prevent the potential spread of the virus. He was then taken from the gurney, and placed on a rail system that ran around the outside of the hospital. He was still encapsulated in the HAZMAT thing, and he was sent along the rails. At this point, the dream shifted to his point of view, and I got a bit of a roller coaster ride around the hospital.
He was admitted shortly after the little ride ended, and me and the woman proceeded inside. The woman seemed hispanic, and she was extremely concerned with what was going to happen to the man. She entered the “END Ward” throwing fits. The END Ward's staff were all medical personnel who had been infected, and they all had the signature scars of END. At one point, an older man came up behind me, and started to proceed into an office. I stopped him, and he had the scar too. I can't remember what I asked, but he was very polite. Although I suspected something was amiss in the ward. Too many children were leaving with mental issues. It kind of cuts out there.
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I'm falling. . . falling, and I sense the incoming ground coming up to meet. . .
I wake up, I'm kissing her passionately, our bodies pressed against each other; I pull away for an instant. . .
there's a gun in my face, I'm aware of someone asking me "Do you want to die!" . . . again. It's the same man who always comes back to my dreams. . .
I'm beating him to death, with my fists, his head bouncing off the ground as I pound it back down with my fists, my broken, torn, fists. . .
I'm being beaten to death. . .
she pulls out of her dress; a nymph, her every movement seductive. . .
I'm falling. . .
the alarm goes off.
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I kept a dream journal semi-diligently for about a year and a half, several good ones in there (if I can find it...), but I'll share the experience that prompted me to start recording:
I'm walking through a park near sunset. On either side are my parents, and my (at the time) girlfriend. The park is not pleasant- everything seems coated in a grimy gray film, and I can sense that something is intrinsically not right, that we're being followed.
None of my companions believe me.
We continue on, the same unremarkable, oily-grey shrubs and trees slinking past, and my feeling of dread grows ever stronger. It's right in the pit of my stomach- dread, fear so strong so as to be a physical stone; why can't they sense the obvious danger!?
Just when it seems I can take it no longer, nondescript thugs materialize in our vicinity. We split up, my parents flee one way, my girlfriend and I another. We evade the thugs, running with all possible speed- we're faster than them, how are they gaining on us!? In desperation we detour into a large drainage tunnel; a small dump truck is, for whatever reason, sitting there. We scramble into the truck's bed, and try to be as small as possible.
Suddenly, the truck lurches forward. Unfettered terror spikes through my heart as the next few moments flip past: the silhouette of a driver in the cab, a bomb in the truck bed with us, a wall at the end of the tunnel, a bomb, the bomb, a ****ing BOMB. The truck barrels towards the wall; I leap to shield my girlfriend; the world flashes to the purest, hottest white.
I am alive. The truck is nowhere to be seen. I am laying face-down on soft, verdant grass. Its earthy aroma teases my nose. Am I dead? Is this heaven?
AAGH. No. Pain blazes through my frame, as everything rushes back. Dread, thugs, truck, wall, bomb, white. HER! Where is she!? Ignoring my body's fervent protest, I glance around- EMS on the scene, hovering over a bloody, mangled.... no....
I am alive, but I now know I should not be. My legs are obviously broken; I rise to my feet anyways and shuffle-stagger-limp over to her mutilated remains. HOW!? WHY!? I SHIELDED HER! I SAVED HER!!
<incoherence>
I am in my dorm room bed, shaking.
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The only major dream I've had in the last few years that I remembered involved me commanding the Space Battleship Yamato in defense of Mars against the Shadows from Babylon 5. It played out like a well made Sci-fi movie, and there was Yamato, so it was awesome.
I've never seen Babylon 5 though. Ever. :nervous:
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My most memorable dream ever included the shocking discovery that giraffes, of all animals, have a conscious hive mind. The dream didn't really specify how this was discovered, but apparently, the bony antennae on their heads acted as receiver/transmitters, enabling them to form a consensus, which was called the Giraffe in singular form.
Majority of the dream actually concerned me following the news about debate to grant the collective "Giraffe" a position as the sole representative of its species with equal to human rights, and the ensuing ****storm about whether or not other animals should be granted the same rights.
There are also a few recurring dreams I remember way back from my childhood, though I haven't experienced them in a long time. One of them is the stereotypical falling dream in the centre of a spiral staircase; majority of the dream I'm actually holding onto the railing.
Another one was stimulated by all the airplanes that I occasionally saw during evenings with their lights blinking in the sky. I was less than five years old since we still lived in Helsinki, but go figure I liked to imagine they were alien space ships instead of airplanes, and in this particular recurring dream, one of them landed a short distance away. I don't remember if anything else happened in the dream, except it was definitely not a nightmare, more like bloody awesome.
And another dream I remember from same time period (pre-1990) is about a snow mobile crashing through the wall into my bedroom.
Actually I identified the vehicle as a snow mobile later when I saw images of them, so I'm not exactly certain if it's an accurate memory, but there you go.
One recurring dream I have had on later age is rather abstract. It involves a grey void filled with grey noise that is both constant on intensity, totally quiet, and constantly increasing in volume; go figure how that is possible, but these are not in contradiction with each other in the dream. I got a vague impression from the dream originally that I was supposed to somehow stop the noise before it destroyed or overwhelmed the universe or something, but I learned to identify the dream and it usually led to me waking up annoyed.
Wouldn't really qualify it as a nightmare either, as I never really felt fear or anxiety during it or afterwards.
Oh, and there's this variable dream with sort of constant theme: It involves me running, usually as a solution to traveling from some place A to place B rather than being chased by anything. Usually the distances involved are totally unrealistic such as from Toronto to Halifax (example from a dream where I was visiting Canada and missed the plane, but since I needed to get to Halifax where my aunt and her family lived at one time, I needed to get there in time... hence, running).
At some point of the running, I usually notice that my steps are getting longer and the time between steps is also increasing, and the running slowly morphs into flying, but it's not really any sort of relaxed floating, I need to power the flight somehow or I crash to ground... and I usually don't get to my destination, since the dream morphs into flying/leaping/airswimming thing or what have you, and it's pretty fun all in all. :lol:
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I had an interesting dream just last night:
I was walking through my house when I suddenly came to the realization that I was in a dream.
I promptly informed my brother of my discovery that we were living in my dream. Naturally, he refused to believe me.
Being the businessman that I am, I convinced him to bet 50 bucks that we were in reality.
I warned him that he wouldn't be inclined to give me the winnings should I prove to be right.
He assured me that if I woke up and it all really was a dream, he'd pay me the 50 bucks.
I woke up.
My brother won't pay me.
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I've posted a couple of my more humorous dreams on WHIYL, but my most recent one was kinda weird... I don't recall much of it, but I do vividly remember being in my basement at one moment, walking toward my fridge to grab a beer, when suddenly some random and GORGEOUS girl walks past me along my wall. I mean she's literally walking on the wall as if it was the floor, just hovering at a 90° angle to the ground. I just kind of stare at her like "whathefuuuu?" and she's just like "WHATEVER." and keeps on walking along my wall.
I contemplate how to make the best out of this awkward situation, but before I can act I am suddenly overcome with an unbearable feeling of vertigo as the fabric of reality starts shifting rapidly between my basement and the couch in my campus library located in an orthogonal universe. Oooooh that's weird... wait... whoa... GAH! *blink* ... Yep. Now I'm awake. With still an hour to go before my next class.
God. Damn. It.
I guess the dream was originally supposed to be some sort of important message about alcohol or education or something on those lines, I don't really give a ****, but then it got unexpectedly interrupted by a hot chick. That's cool and all, though I'd kinda preferred if both of us could have stayed in the dream world. ;7
**** I hope she isn't an HLPer
an helper?
i'm going to bed lol
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I generally don't recall dreams once I wake up.
The most common theme basically is summed up by this (http://xkcd.com/557/) which is pretty silly since I never screwed up forgetting anything like that in my real academic career.
I suppose if I had to recall a 'cool' dream the best one that I remember involved humanity losing a war to synthetics. I believe it opened up with my character observing a battle where the human lines where finally starting to be inexorably rolled back and it was apparent we only had a month at best before we were overrun. My character wasn't a soldier but a private investigator/contractor hired to hunt down some info/piece of technology.
Most of the rest of it took place away from the front but in one of humanity's remaining cities, which had sorta a cyberpunk/retro 40s vibe. It was pretty interesting because there was all this sorta odd propaganda/denial and desperate attempts to maintain the status quo going on. Society slowing having the wheels come off as its impending annihilation became more and more apparent. Anyway it ended up being a big pain in the ass hunting down the objective, and there where multiple parties invested in getting their hands on it. One interesting bit involved being ambushed by some synthetics, the older models being susceptible to having logic bombs posed to them that would cause a system lock. So my character had to avoid the robots killing abilities while he slowly took them down with word games.
As I recall the technology could have been used to reach some sort of armistice but instead a small elite political/corporate group needed it to complete the space station they where panning to flee to while the rest of the world burned. My character initially was able to get his hands on the item but was double crossed by the "illuminati" group, but not before I managed to sabotage it.
The dream pretty much wrapped up showing the group reaching their station via shuttle only for it to slowly self destruct a short time later due to my tampering of the item.
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I remember a couple of more recent ones; I usually don't remember my dreams, unfortunately.
The first one was right after I got my electric guitar; it was the only one they had (it's the Squier controller for RB3), and I was afraid it wouldn't work, since it would take a while to get a new one. In the dream, I remember the neck being smashed, with a vague sensation that I had slammed the guitar on the ground or something. The strings were all unraveled and stuff too; I remember it looking really interesting and cool, with the 6th string especially having unwound from its core.
The next happened just yesterday; I'm not really there, just an observer of some sort I guess. It's a camping trip by a black family in a kind of spooky forest. The (apparently single) father lets his kids go out and play while he cooks dinner/tends the fire or something; all I know is it's getting dark. The kids find this one room abandoned stone house which is petty old and crumbling - there are holes in the wooden roof and part of a corner is missing. Even though there's no light source, the kids' shadows play about on a wall, flickering as there's a fire or they're in Plato's Cave. Their dad has gotten worried by this time and comes calling after them, finding them in the house. He shoos the kids towards their campsite, but as he's turning to leave, something's there. Something bad - really, really evil. The dad freezes and his eyes turn red. He's been possessed by the evil thing, whatever it is. At that point I woke up, in sheer terror. It took me a few minutes to calm myself down, reassuring myself that no, the devil hasn't come out to play.
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Won't say too much about my own dreams, but after a long day spent researching wood grains and pulp blends in the search for that extra special paper of fine tooth and grain...
Paul Bunyan and his blue ox, and flap jacks and the accents of Fargo (the Cohen borthers film).
That was mighty surreal, dontcha know?
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Exploring The World Of Lucid Dreaming (online pdf) (http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/archivos_pdf/exploring_luciddreaming.pdf)
I've owned this book for a while but just now realized it's also freely available online, so I thought I'd share. It's a little nutty and out there in some places, but still an excellent read. For me it was an invaluable tool for learning how to remember my dreams and to have lucid ones. :3
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My dreams are a little creepy (at least to me), but I guess I'll share a few if I can recall them later.
I recurring dream I had when I was younger though was that I was dreaming and I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried. In these dreams I was usually trapped with bee-like monsters, crazy people with kitchen knives and I remember a half woman, half spider.... thing. :nervous:
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I try not to dream.
Or at least not to remember them.
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I can hardly remember mine, except for the generic "trying to fun away from something, falling and then trying to crawl away" type.
But, just last night I dreamed that I had to disperse a small gang of punks with a baseball bat. Only, instead of whomping on them, I just convinced them to go to a nearby hill, and set up some sort of weird hippie carnival thing. It was weird.
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My dreams are generally minor variations upon my original life. These variations are usually limited to the architecture of real-life places.
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Sharon has a strange, and slightly scary, habit with dreams. Three times in her life she has dreamt vividly of a person on a boat, first her Grandfather, then her Mother, then her Father. In all three cases the person died within a few days of the dream, her mother was expected, because of cancer, but her Grandfather and Father were both sudden deaths.
I just find myself hoping she doesn't dream of me on a boat for a good long time :nervous:
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Sharon has a strange, and slightly scary, habit with dreams. Three times in her life she has dreamt vividly of a person on a boat, first her Grandfather, then her Mother, then her Father. In all three cases the person died within a few days of the dream, her mother was expected, because of cancer, but her Grandfather and Father were both sudden deaths.
I just find myself hoping she doesn't dream of me on a boat for a good long time :nervous:
if she does I think you know what to sing
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Wee Bonny Boat ;)
Seriously though, I think it's a subconcious thing, I 'knew' that something was wrong with Dad a few days before he had his heart attack, it was like a nagging sensation that something didn't feel right, but I certainly couldn't have put my finger on what it was.
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Night before last i had a dream where i was eating a delicious sandwich.
Last night I had a dream where I was taking down a Turian bounty hunter, but he had an armored car, which blocked all my attacks so I dont remember how i actually solved the problem but i know it involved lots of talking and a solution that reminded me of Star Trek Next Generation, but ended up with me beating the guy, not talking.
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One of the weirdest bits of a dream I remember was being able to sing a fake-eastern european battle song by recognising sigma notation :- "the sum of all battles"
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The day I had my wisdom teeth, I spent the afternoon drifting in and out of sleep waiting for the anesthesia to wear off all the way. This led to some odd dreams only one of which I really remember well.
I was going into a public bathroom to pee. I saw one other man in there on his way out. They guy had one eye... and nothing else, the rest of his face was smooth. My in-dream rationale was that he was some kind of burn victim or something. I kind of gawked without meaning to and looked away as soon as I realized I was staring. The man had a sad look in his one eye and eyebrow.
So I went to a urinal and did my best to just ignore the poor guy and not trouble him anymore, hoping I hadn't offended him or anything. Now whenever someone walks past behind me, I tense up a little but, juuuuust in case, and I did the same in the dream as the guy passed.
Next thing I know, right as I'm about to unzip, the guy grabbed my shoulder and hurled me to the ground. I rolled onto my back and saw him drawing back his foot to kick me in the face and then woke up recoiling right before it hit. :shaking:
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Sounds like you met my one-eyed dream reflection (http://www.hard-light.net/forums/index.php?topic=53623.msg1471010#msg1471010). He's a pretty cool guy. :)
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hmmm...
I remember one recent one. I was in some kind of...mall, with a slightly bazaar-esque arrangement, in a "bridge"...it was some sort of overpass, but wide enough to only fit one man within it. Then there was this undignified guy, with a white cap, white shirt and probably in jeans, who was falling off the overpass...I was holding his arm. The vendor below, for some reason, hated that guy, he kept telling me "just let go!" so I let go.
Take note, the overpass wasn't that high, possibly 10 feet from the ground, so I'm pretty sure the thug got hurt, but not maimed or anything.
I kept cool, but somehow had fear he might take revenge. I wasn't sure what happened from then on, but somehow I met the same guy again later, then somehow managed to remedy the fault I did to him...however, I sensed this guy wasn't trustworthy.
So we parted ways. This time I was in some kind of small college, in the first floor. I kept cool...(I kept cool throughout the story, nothing personal)...but I sensed the guy was somehow chasing me...indeed, he did. I'm not sure what exactly he did, but he seized me. Fortunately a policeman came in and caught him in the spot...however, I don't trust the police either. In this dream I had a bad image of them being extremely dishonest. Anyway, this police didn't wear a cap, he had white hair, a slightly chubby build, and drooping eyes. For some reason, he locked us BOTH.
The prison cell wasn't dirty or anything, but also not very clean. It was bright; the walls and floor were painted white, and there might've been a fluorescent lamp. At that point in time, I thought, "Crap! With this guy inside, I could be mauled..." the guy looked apparently stronger than me...however, I managed to escape the prison cell. The policeman was walking back to office, but he didn't look like he cared much.
So after that, I stayed cool again. I wanted to go home, so I was nearing the gate.
Then, of all things that could've happened, the rogue guy was chasing me, with a ****ing gun. I ran as fast as I could to the exit...however, it was too late. I was shot on the shoulder, then on the right, and somehow a 3rd bullet swooshed past my forehead. I felt weak. I fell to the floor...and somehow
I feel...cold...
then he said something to me. He seemed to be stealing from me...though it wasn't clear if I had a purse or anything. The guy seemed to be explaining something quickly, as if telling me a lesson. What he said, I'm not sure. But at that point I thought "****ass!!! I hope I get up and STRANGLE YOUR ****ING NECK TILL YOU DIE!!!". Unfortunately, it seemed I couldn't get up. Things were becoming grayscale for some reason. There seemed to be no hope of me getting up and having revenge...it looked like the end of me...
Then I woke.
Lol.
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Do any of you have dreams within dreams?
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Do any of you have dreams within dreams?
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMM
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I remember a couple of dreams from when I was little.
When I was REALLY young (1, 2, maybe as old as 4) I would have a recurring nightmare of running through a reddish desert area from.. I dunno, something. I didn't even know what it was, I just ran from fear, surging on without looking back. Then comes a cliff. And entirely without thinking, I simply jump. Then I wake up.
This other one wasn't so much a memorable dream as it was a memorable ending to the dream. It was a typical fantasy world thought up by a 3-5 year old, and I recall reaching for something, I do not know what it was... well in my dream when I reached for it, absolutely nothing happened! Instead, I was somewhat aware that I was grabbing my blanket, not the object or whatever I was reaching for in my dream, and I kept wondering why I wasn't doing anything in my dream! Why wasn't anything happening now? Why can't I get this object? Why do I feel a blanket? Then I realized for certain that I was grabbing at my own blanket and then just gave up trying and relaxed a bit, and only then did my dream stop and I "woke up".. But I definitely remember this because it was such a unique experience, and it makes me wonder just what the hell was going on?
About the closest thing I've heard to this is from someone I know taking DMT for recreational purposes. He believed he went to Mars and that when he went into the car and the street lights were passing, he was in a ship, and it went to LUDICROUS SPEED!, complete with the plaid.
I'm guessing I just happened to wake up with my brain's natural DMT still in full (or partial) flow, but who knows..
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Sharon has a strange, and slightly scary, habit with dreams. Three times in her life she has dreamt vividly of a person on a boat, first her Grandfather, then her Mother, then her Father. In all three cases the person died within a few days of the dream, her mother was expected, because of cancer, but her Grandfather and Father were both sudden deaths.
I just find myself hoping she doesn't dream of me on a boat for a good long time
I also have one friend who can do something like that. If a person in her dream becomes static, that person tends to die rather soon. Some people have this kind of sensitivity.
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Hm... Mostly my dreams are just randomly jumping from scene to scene, but I have a few I remember. The oldest I can recall is from when I was little, something involving a huge space station easily visible from the ground. I wound up designing a rover of some sort on screens in a room lined with conduits, lit in a dim red like emergency lights. Then an oil pipe or something broke and I woke up.
Next is when I was probably around 12. I was being chased by some giant bird that resembled a cross between a buzzard and a hawk. I tripped, and as it came near I swung my fist at it's head, only to be meat with a dull "thunk". When I awoke, after my heart slowed down, I found that the wall next to my bed made the same sound. I must have swung in my sleep and hit the wall.
Next is... Hm... I'm not sure when exactly. Anyway, I was a pilot in WC Prophecy, and some of my comrades had been taken captive by the bugs. I infiltrated their ship, and was nearly to them when I was found. I was knocked to the ground face first, and impaled by the aliens apparently sharp foreleg. The world faded to black before I awoke, and for long after I could still feel the pressure of the impalement whenever I recalled the dream.
Last was a few years ago. I was very close friend with these two girls (not that way). Somehow it became known that they were in fact vampires, but had been feeding on livestock or something, not wanting to harm people. Soon after the whole "angry mob" thing happened, and both were killed. I awoke in a state of grief, which confused me. "Why was I sad for people who had never existed?"
That last one is weird because I find vampire stories of any kind to be incredibly annoying. Well, that's all I got. Oh, besides that one with the old ruins of a battleship and zombified people exploding in gibbery chunks. Or that one where I stabbed a guy with a kitchen knife. Weird huh? I'm perfectly peaceable in reality.
Oh, and:
Sounds like you met my one-eyed dream reflection (http://www.hard-light.net/forums/index.php?topic=53623.msg1471010#msg1471010). He's a pretty cool guy. :)
Thanks for inspiring my next nightmare.
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I find it amusing that ppl. here talk mostly of nightmares.
In my case, there are 3 kinds of nightmares...
1)Bad ending nightmare, such as the one I explained. I may die, have my pet die, etc...I usually have few nightmares involving ME dying, usually I somehow get to escape death, and end the dream in a joyous finale. Once, I was sitting, cramped, inside some glass window that apparently looks like it's peering out of a skyscraper...then, it suddenly broke. I fell. But somehow, I suddenly learned how to float. So I survived, and there was a crowd cheering for me.
2)Scary abstract nightmare. These happen probably the most rarely. The most vivid one I recall was when I was a child, around 6 or 7. I remember myself in some sort of dark, evil cave, with many "monster" sounds, as if it were some sort of night club for devils. There was a witch in front of me, complete with black robe, hat, and all, and her long hair covered the face.
Another dream involved me and my mother on the bed. I was lying on the center, and the mother on the right. She told me not to "go to the left edge" of the bed since that would be terrible. I rejected such thoughts, so I began to go to the left to disprove her. Instantly, three horrid pictures flashed, involving some low demon-like sound screaming something per picture. The first scene was that of some extremely disfigured guy, almost like a zombie, on a bed with a blanket. He had no hair, and as I said, his face looked vaguely horribly disfigured and bloody. I don't know what the next was, but the third involved a pilot from the game "Red Baron II" with his biplane upside down. The plane was just a head above the ground, so it was obvious the pilot would certainly die (in RB II, hit your head on the ground and you die).
3)Nightmare involving me loathing a person. This is the WORST of the three, since, temporarily when still in the "grogy" stage, I feel anger for the person even when awake. Such dreams happen more often than both; in my early high school years these were pretty rampant, I had a surging anger against my Math...it was too ****ING HARD!!! (that was what was in the dream).
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I find it amusing that ppl. here talk mostly of nightmares.
Well, I think nightmares make more of an impression, and are more likely to be remembered. Also, many of the "good" dreams are likely not appropriate to share :P.
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I had a dream, crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and baby-sat all four of my kids.
Then in my dream, I told the doctor off, he said, "if you don't want to do it, then you don't have to do it." He said, "the truth is you'll be okay, anyway."
Then in my dream, crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor went and had a talk with my boss.
Something about insurance policies. They kept the door closed at all times, I couldnt hear or see.
When they came out they said, "You'll be okay, anyway."
And I smiled cause I'd known it all the while.
Oh wait, this isn't What are you listening to. Sorry
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I think the worst nightmare I ever had was seeing my parents gunned down by Clint Eastwood while we were parked in our van on our front lawn. The most terrifying thing about this dream was how realistic everything looked. Hell, it even smelled right. When I woke up I was scared ****less (I didn't know who Eastwood was at this time, so it seemed plausible that some crazed old man with grievances unknown would show up and do my family in), and I spent the next 4-5 hours running it through my mind trying to find some discontinuity with reality to prove to myself it wouldn't happen.
I recalled moments before we drove onto the lawn. The lamp posts were too far back from the street. They should've been near the mailbox. They were at the porch steps. I breathed easy the next few days.
Until they started digging up the lamp posts.
O.O
D:
... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
Fortunately, they were only replacing the power lines that fed them, not relocating them. Everything turned out fine.
My nightmares... A dream only terrifies me if people I care about are in danger (say WWIII happens and my parent's aren't in the shelters), or if there is no way to challenge the danger. Once, my backyard turned into some African field with a rogue army detachment trundling through it. The rogue general shot me in the heart, and I saw myself die, but instead of waking up, I started floating around as if I had noclip on and gravity off. Several other dreams have included falling off lethally high cliffs. I hit the bottom, spring back up on my feet and ask what's next. Companions look at each other confused--wholly expecting me to have died. Mortal injury and cataclysmic events aren't nightmares for me, unless friends and family are in danger.
I've also had a quasi-precognitive dream. It happened when I was 8 or so. I remember walking into my room and seeing a 12-13 year old version of me playing a game where you race flying motorcycles through luminescent blue rings in some cartoon-ish, futuristic city with red being the prominent color. A few years later, when that exact scenario popped up in Jak II, I found myself going 'what the hell, I've seen this before. Where?'
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Every once in a while a dream of a really deep swimming pool (dunno about 50 feet in depth probably), but still perfectly clear. It always gives me the *shivers*, just looking at it. I didn't even want to dive into it, even though I could float, I was afraid it would suddenly have a strong current/whirlpool that would suck me down.
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Waking up and falling asleep three times during the course of three hours, the only thing I remember each time I woke was something about a nuke, which would explode at the point at which I was looking, and somehow I might be able to stop it if I looked at a point which wasn't ground, earth, or whatever, like the sky. My dreams are always ****ed up like this, and this is when they're mild. Sometimes, I'll have these night-terror-ish dreams, mostly always involving something chasing me, and so I'll fly out of my bed, and the point at which I start actually waking up is very random. Like for example, I'll find myself in the living room, knowing that it's the living room, but still thinking that there's a face hiding in the walls, out to get me, and so I'll have this kind of stand-off -- Do I move, do I stand still... That moment when you're awake and you become aware of the real world around you, but you're still dreaming, that is some seriously unpleasant stuff if you're coming out of a nightmare.
There was this time where I had one of those dreams. Found myself dazed and confused in the living room. When I start walking to bed,
I notice a giant bruise on one of my knees because I didn't get out of bed as much as I fell out of my bed, and when I get back to the bedroom door, I'll find blood on it and at the base of it. Turns out I cut my hand while frantically trying to open it.
Luckily, those kinds of dreams are quite rare, but they come and go.
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I no longer dream; or at least, not that I remember upon waking. I've speculated before that perhaps, as a writer, I have no need; my dreams are done in OpenOffice.
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Sorry to necro this, but I just had a dream that would make a good story. Something about an assistant android / ridiculously human robot that is damaged in an attack. She somehow gains more intelligence, as well as emotions and such things that robots should not have (perhaps true artificial sentience has eluded us up to this point). She saves the ship she is on (i think), and becomes it's captain. She proceeds to do more awesome things over her career. The end is depressing though. For some reason, after a century or two of life, she takes her ship with only her self on it and dives into a sun.
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Once had a dream about being some kind of large dog that stood on two legs, standing at a door. Some larger ones looking just like me approached but didn't say or do anything, I felt scared for no reason but let out some kind of moan bark. I think I did that in "real life" too, since I woke instantly after.
2.) Dreams about old guys (like the old wise man type with the long beard) and trains, the guy died somehow and I felt really sad, woke up with wet eyes but I bet my face wasn't red, as happens in dream crying...
3.) Re-curring one when sick, ultra close up that looks like my blanket, except it takes ages to float anywhere, there's a dull yellow thing present that can't be seen well or approached, and something is chasing me. Tinnitus sound only. Wake up at random.
4.) Had weird ones with being shot by the Master (old one) of Dr.Who, had holes in my head but could still see, couldn't move.
Also hiding in square spiral nooks that are in some doorway/corrider...
Plus the "lucid" stuff that I used to create every night, I liked going to bed so I could have these fantasy sci-fi dreams usually involving flying things, space ships and beams except in common places.
It's odd to fly really fast across complex landscapes and then think how long it would take for a copmuter to generate what you imagine in "real time". :)
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So... I've never out-and-out seen a topic about this posted before. Dreams. What kind of dreams do you have?
At the moment........................ don't freakin ask. HLP would br 18+ if i listed. :sigh: :mad:
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It's odd to fly really fast across complex landscapes and then think how long it would take for a copmuter to generate what you imagine in "real time". :)
After playing Portal 2 and its co-op campaign for about the last week I've started having portals in my lucid dreams. It's really freaky that the brain is actually capable of "rendering" the correct (or at least it appeared to be correct) view of the world through a portal, in real time, and in such exquisite detail.
Now if I could just get my mind to fully recreate the frickin' portal gun... D:
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Like all the cool, incredibly detailed ships that I can think of but not draw or model because they change into something else within 2 seconds...
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Sharon has a strange, and slightly scary, habit with dreams. Three times in her life she has dreamt vividly of a person on a boat, first her Grandfather, then her Mother, then her Father. In all three cases the person died within a few days of the dream, her mother was expected, because of cancer, but her Grandfather and Father were both sudden deaths.
I just find myself hoping she doesn't dream of me on a boat for a good long time
I also have one friend who can do something like that. If a person in her dream becomes static, that person tends to die rather soon. Some people have this kind of sensitivity.
Subconsciously very perceptive, and the only way their brain can ram the results of it's analysis up to the conscious level is via dreams.
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Got the first good night's sleep I've had in a long while, after two consecutive all-nighters and a couple weeks of little sleep. I usually have my best dreams about now.
This was an incredibly long one, and most of the beginning I can't recall vividly, although I remember it alternating between life in a very geometrically weird version of my dorm and a hack-and-slash RPG. I'm not entirely sure when it changed, might as well have been an entirely different dream, but later on I was modding FS, and testing this mission I had made along with some models. It involved mostly the open-hangar ship at 0:48 here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LabrDe4XJo0). I was in an environment suit, like the one used in BP and VD except much lighter (think Shepard's armor) and with one large mass driver which was basically a much lighter, shoulder-mounted version of the Maxim. I maneuvered a fighter- it was like a Persie but less aerodynamic, more industrial- near the hanger, got out, and started shooting the space marines and anyone in the flight crew that was shooting at me. After that, I blew a door open (a large bulkhead, like 4 meters tall, it was sort of like flying into the Karnak) and went down this long corridor, shooting more space marines, until I got to this huge open area with giant glass viewports everywhere that was near the center of the ship. Must have been around 150-200 meters wide, and I was sure it was near the center of the ship. Then someone else in an environment suit came out and we shot at each other except he had missiles. Some light Furies that knocked me around and some homing ones that I usually managed to dodge.
I also remember that there was the option of staying in my fighter, blasting through some much larger bulkheads and dealing with some flak turrets, then deuling with the same "end boss" but in fighters, and around/outside the ship instead of in that open arena. I remember thinking of what I would do to make sure the two options used different skills but were overall of similar difficulty.
Also, in my dreams I usually go from one place in time, inexplicably, to another. I specifically remember doodling concepts about what the corridors looked like, I also remember texturing them, and I remember actually playtesting it. It was like a glimpse at every stage of the design process.
And damn I want to mod this **** now, playing through it was epic.
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Popped seven Kalms at lunchtime to de-stress after a morning of team conflict. Should be lucid by hometime, shame i have an infantry skills test tonight. I'm liable to go to sleep as soon as i'm prone :nod:
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Had a dream I was on trial in some kind of futuristic society for doing something I can't remember.
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Trying to get a date with Crystal, I presume... :drevil:
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Trying to get a date with Crystal, I presume... :drevil:
Yeah, failed juggling with Isa.