Dreams

[AuroraGyps]

Every night I dream, vividly, and remember the dreams.

I dream the same way 99% of the time. Taste, texture, smells, emotions... it's seems so real. Sometimes a really strong dream will linger with me all day, like if there was a person I cared a bout alot in the dream (even some one that doesn't really exist), I'll think of them all day and have feeling for them like they were real. Upsetting dreams have been known to bring on anxiety attacks for me too.
However, sometimes my subconscious will decide I need some entertantment, and Ill have a dream that like watching a movie of a sitcom. I swear, my brain has a mind of it's own.

 

[Ashwyn]

I dream the same way 99% of the time. Taste, texture, smells, emotions... it's seems so real. Sometimes a really strong dream will linger with me all day, like if there was a person I cared a bout alot in the dream (even some one that doesn't really exist), I'll think of them all day and have feeling for them like they were real. Upsetting dreams have been known to bring on anxiety attacks for me too.
However, sometimes my subconscious will decide I need some entertantment, and Ill have a dream that like watching a movie of a sitcom. I swear, my brain has a mind of it's own.

There have been two occasions where I had a dream where I met someone and fell in love, and when I woke up, I still felt that way. Then, when I woke up fully and realized it was a dream, I got depressed, like them being real and losing them. If something happens to hurt me in my dreams, I feel it, even after I wake up. Also, time slows down sometimes to where I'm actually having more time in my dreams than I spend sleeping.

Sometimes I realize I'm dreaming, and can control things somewhat. Other times I have no control despite trying to. It's like waking up, but still dreaming. During the times I have control, I consciously try to keep myself asleep for as long as possible so I can play in my sandbox. That's the upside. The downside is having a nightmare. My nightmares are absolutely horrible. Luckily I rarely have them. I think I have always realized I was dreaming when I have had nightmares. I've had nightmares where something really really nasty was going to happen to me, and then became aware I was dreaming, because I knew how much it would hurt. Then I made myself wake up. I haven't always done it fast enough though.

The coolest dreams have been ones where I just got done playing a video game or watching a movie before I went to sleep, and then found myself inside it. Obviously I try to stay away from the horror genre.

 

[Bryon_Soulweaver]

Ashwyn, I know what you mean. I dislike waking up from a good dream, when I do I try to fall back asleep. Its like its a whole another world out there, and people can only be there while sleeping. Funny thing is, another dream came true, in a way. A week ago I was dreaming that my bestfriend and I were kissing, and today it came true. If this stuff is a gift from some other 'power' then that person is messed up. I'd just like to live life without knowing what is going to happen, weither its a day from now or a hundred years from not, no knowing before hand. I may sound like a nutcase, but things happen to those that dont deserve them. Just something thats floating around in my head.:\

 

[Impeesa]

Ashwyn, I know what you mean. I dislike waking up from a good dream, when I do I try to fall back asleep. Its like its a whole another world out there, and people can only be there while sleeping. Funny thing is, another dream came true, in a way. A week ago I was dreaming that my bestfriend and I were kissing, and today it came true. If this stuff is a gift from some other 'power' then that person is messed up. I'd just like to live life without knowing what is going to happen, weither its a day from now or a hundred years from not, no knowing before hand. I may sound like a nutcase, but things happen to those that dont deserve them. Just something thats floating around in my head.:\

Not to make light of your mental state or anything, but this whole exchange reads exactly like something straight out of the first 10 pages of a White Wolf game.

On a more related note, though, both of you should look into lucid dreaming, the art of dream awareness and recall. Careful where you browse, though - it's a mundane skill that can be learned by anyone, but other pages try to extend it to new-age junk like astral projection and stuff.

Finally, I suppose I can't just go throwing around snide comments without contributing a personal anecdote. I remember exactly one dream that predicted something accurately, but it wasn't an event. Several years ago, in high school, I had a brief dream where there was a girl getting off a bus, and we rushed to embrace. I felt that I'd missed her, that I loved her deeply... I could feel her pressed against me. The feeling was so strong that I still remember it. The funny thing is that while I'm familiar with that feeling now (my girlfriend of five years goes to school out of town), this dream was before we started dating. I had no way of knowing those feelings, but in retrospect it was all accurate right down to the physical sensation. Maybe we're just born knowing that feeling.

--Impeesa--

 

[Tinker Gnome]

My condolensces to you as well.

I once had a dream that actually settled an issue in my life. When I woke up I felt like a little kid on X-Mas morning.

 

[Algolei]

...I saw a comet crossing the sky, like an inch every three seconds with my arm extended.

Comets don't do that. But satellites do. And, uh, airplanes. (I think there's an airplane called the Comet, if that helps?)

Comets appear so slow-moving in the night sky that it takes many many hours--days, usually--before they seem to have moved at all. The reason is because they are very far away from earth; even though they are hurtling* through space at high velocity, they are so distant that the arc of their passage is very tiny. An object would have to come very close to the earth before you could see it moving across your field of view that quickly.

And I'm still not sure I understand what you're saying about your friend. A doctor butchered him? What country was this in?

I mean, it's a horrible thing to have happened to your friend, but I want to understand what happened and how it came about. Has this hit the American news?




*Yay! I said "hurtling" today!

 

[RangerWickett]

I had a dream today that I, my creative writing professor from college, a girl I like, and a gamer I know who works with me at the grocery store job I hate were trying to keep the world from being destroyed. We knew the world was going to end at 9:24 when all matter would be transformed into dreamstuff, and so we pored through all the tomes of arcane lore we had (D&D books on magic), looking for a solution.

As time was running out, my professor was admitting to me that he had been feeling sick for a long time, and he wanted to confess something. I replied that we only had like two minutes left until the world was destroyed. Then I woke up, and in a way, the world of my dream was destroyed.

 

[warlord]

That happens to me too those dreams that just seem all to real then become real days, weeks or months later. although mine are of the horribly mundane test scores and coversations with people that sort of thng but the wierd thing is they started once I hit puberty did that happen to anyone else?

 

[Torm]

There have been two occasions where I had a dream where I met someone and fell in love, and when I woke up, I still felt that way. Then, when I woke up fully and realized it was a dream, I got depressed, like them being real and losing them.

Those dreams are some of the coolest, because it is so neat to live something else for just a little bit, but also some of the saddest - I'm torn between enjoying remembering the ones I've had, and hoping I don't have any more. And I still miss that girl from the old diner, whoever she was....

I had a dream today that I, my creative writing professor from college, a girl I like, and a gamer I know who works with me at the grocery store job I hate were trying to keep the world from being destroyed. We knew the world was going to end at 9:24 when all matter would be transformed into dreamstuff, and so we pored through all the tomes of arcane lore we had (D&D books on magic), looking for a solution.

I used to have a recurring dream in which I would be standing in the middle of a wide street in the middle of a city. The sky was very dark and deep blue, and it was windy, like a storm was rolling in. There was no traffic, but there were people running all over the place, like they didn't know what to do with themselves. Sometimes there would be an air raid siren going off, sometimes not. I would walk along the street until I would come to an overpass, where there would always be one of two people: Either a woman with long blonde hair that I didn't know but who felt very familiar who wouldn't say anything, but would approach and hug me closely until I would see the mushroom go up in the distance and the firestorm hit us, or a boy about the same age as me (this was when I was 11 through when I was 16) who would be sitting under the underpass flipping a coin. I would ask him what was going on, and he'd tell me, "the end of the world, I guess." I'd ask him what he meant, but he wouldn't say anything else, until finally I'd get disgusted and snatch the coin out of the air. It was always a Lincoln penny, dated 1997. Then the mushroom would go up, the firestorm would hit, and I'd wake up, occasionally screaming, and always shaking. The last time I had the dream was in '92, and while it still kinda bothers me ('cause it will be a long time before there aren't ANY 1997 pennies around), I was, needless to say, pretty happy to see '97 go on by.

One of the last times I had it was most disturbing. It was not long after I got married, and the dream went along as normal - it was the boy. I woke up suddenly, sitting straight up in bed, and it was early morning, around 6 am. I sat there for a moment, with my wife asking me what was wrong and reassuring me everything was okay. The dog was on the porch, barking at something, and I got up to check on him. I stepped out on the porch, and reached down and petted him a little. Then, off in the distance in front of the house, the mushroom went up, the firestorm hit, and I woke up screaming, louder and more disoriented than any other time I had had the dream.

 

[Bryon_Soulweaver]

Comets don't do that. But satellites do. And, uh, airplanes. (I think there's an airplane called the Comet, if that helps?)

Comets appear so slow-moving in the night sky that it takes many many hours--days, usually--before they seem to have moved at all. The reason is because they are very far away from earth; even though they are hurtling* through space at high velocity, they are so distant that the arc of their passage is very tiny. An object would have to come very close to the earth before you could see it moving across your field of view that quickly.

And I'm still not sure I understand what you're saying about your friend. A doctor butchered him? What country was this in?

I mean, it's a horrible thing to have happened to your friend, but I want to understand what happened and how it came about. Has this hit the American news?




*Yay! I said "hurtling" today!

It had a comets tail. No a doctor did not butcher him, and no the news hasnt even heard of this. My friend had enough ties with the government and the police so it wont be coming up. It happened in Mesa, AZ. It was basicly a gang fight, except it wasnt. If you want to know, my friend, everyone called him Jester, was cut open, organs taken out and stuffed into his mouth. His head was cut open with a sirated knife, his brain was taken out as a trophy. I really dont want to go any further than that.