A random memoir of a dream or two

[OpenMind5]

Hmmm, dreams...

I have an intersting dream for everyone to analize...I have this dream where i am in a big wearhouse, with BIG boxes and lots of kids all over these boxes and they are watching me from atop of them as i walk down the middle. And then i will usually wake up from the dream and puke...LOL

I ahve had teh dream 3 times, and it is very vivid...

any ideas?

 

Op5

[Queso]

openmind.....that is so weird!

i don't believe dreams mean anything though, that's just such an odd thing to dream, especially 3 times, and especially to wake up and puke after.

 

i get deja vu every now and then, it's only weird to me when i get them somewhere i've never been before. if i get deja vu at the mall or something, i figure it's just because i've been there before.

it's even weirder when you're with someone, and they say something, that you swear you have heard them say in that same spot, same everything.

that makes me wonder.

[OpenMind5]

YES! I GET DEJA VU ALLL THE TIME! At times i can quote a person about somthing or say...hes ganna trip again...and its somtimes happens. Its weird. I have a theory...that maybe is a little far out there, but life is one big loop hole and we are doomed to repeat it forever untill we learn somthing that we are ment to...but then again...it may be that i am just crazy... WOOT!

 

Op5

[Turtle]

___I think dreams can mean something, but that they don't necessarily. The guy who first drew the benzene (I think it was benzene) molecule, saw it in a vivid dream. Many other such discovery dreams occur in the historical record.

___In regard to interpretation, I think that is for the dreamer to establish. A precognitive dream may for example, may take years to affirm.

___All in all, I think we agree that whatever their true nature or source or cause, dreams have a charm & fascination for us all. They have value.:hyper:

[Queso]

nicely put turtle

[Turtle]

___Here's another flying dream I recall:

 

It is a wooded setting, mountainous, & a road curves down from my position on the hill. Others are there with me or at least 'around' me; we are on foot. A vehicle races past us & careens down the road headed for a certain crash. The others start to run to help but I see they never will make it in time running so I jump into the air & fly past them all & down to the vehicle before it hits & I snatch a person out of the way & set them down safely on the road. Then I feel embarased & frightened that I have to explain to the others what I did because now they are pointing at me so I jump up & start flying off & then I waked.:hyper:

[Queso]

!

that is so cool.

i love hearing other peoples dreams. you just escaped from them, that's awesome.

flying dreams are the best.

there was a dream that i recall from just a few hours ago. i had enormous wings, but every time i flew i was haunted with the same words over and over.

"blinds and seas, blinds and seas, blinds and seas." it would stop immediately as i touched ground. the voices doubled, trippled, kept adding more, from different pans. all around me, even behind. louder, harsher. talk about symbolism...don't know to what though. maybe i'll write a poem and make it all up. ahh, now I have something to look forward to doing today.

[Queso]

i just reminded myself of a dream i had a few months ago.

this was a few months after summer, when i wrote lyrics to a song-concept called A.E.

(i went through this creative phase of writing about the future from a future perspective, i created this world inside my head)

i dreamt exactly what i wrote about:

 

i was sitting on a bench, in a terrarium-like place. i say that, because the trees around me had been engineered. i wasn't on earth, i was in a bubble...sort-of, it was an enclosed living space on another planet, or moon, I wasn't sure.

i injected a chemical called drexor vist into my lukimiarson. (mechanical upgrade for your wrist that monitors your vitals, a mini-computer.)

drexor vist was a drug that everybody took to make their lives easier. a drug that everybody was ok with. it was a sedative. your vision gets blurry from the trails, you are ingulfed in an overwhelming euphoria, you just feel..good. away. far away.

in this world, er...time period that consists of many worlds, things were corrupted.

there were humans, upgraded humans (cyborgs) and robots. to me, it just seemed like the humans were alive to just...be. they really had no reason to live. there was nothing for them to do. i was me, in this dream, in this future. i was the writer, observer, thinker, curious person that i am. now that you understand the background of the time period A.E., i will continue with my dream.

so i sat down on this bench, injected a vile serum of drexor vist, and watched the place around me sway and swirl and dissipate.

a girl sat down next to me on the bench. a pure human, not even a lukimarson scarred her wrist. she looked so framiliar, her eyes melted towards space, but i could tell she looked framiliar.

"where was earth compared to centauri?" she asked me.

i was too sedated and shocked at this random event in time that i could only sit and stare at her.

she turned away and looked at the ground, and i couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

after not long, she got up and walked away, i could do nothing to stop her as badly as i could. my emotions were extremely, vividly, intensified due to this drug i made up, and the fact i could do nothing about her depart was killing me.

after what seemed like hours and hours of emotional distress and immobile insanity, i got up, and as the blood rushed to my head the white dots covered everything around me, and i felt far away from myself, but when they reveiled my reality, i saw my reflection in the see-through bubble that i lived in, and the severity of this destroyed me.

 

 

"where was earth compared to centauri?

she pointed down gravity failed

looked up to find the earth in her two eyes.

cyborg derogatory

reaching the end of our plastic place

looking out, reflected back my face

estroph demrabalance

if it starts to fall, just stop the time

are hybrids just lost on repeat, or programmed not to say a word?" - segment of "A.E."

[Turtle]

(Turtle peers cautiously out from his shell) Wow...that's some powerful dreaming you do Orb. As long as I don't have to rely on new dreams, I can contend for a while. By the way, do you think age affects dreaming as far as remembering dreams is concerned? Anyway, here is a dream ( I call it an exquisite dream) or maybe a vision or both.

 

 

I find myself on a low hill & a line of people dressed in sackcloth stretches up the slope. All types of people, all races, ages, & genders & each is carying a bucket. I join the line & walk along to the top where I step out of the line. As each person comes to the top they pour out their bucket over the edge. I move to the edge to look over & I become dizzy & I fall. I am sliding down an almost vertical slope of ice & out of control. I am terrorized. Suddenly a sharp pain rips my shoulder & I stop abruptly. I roll over to look & an enormous eagle is there with one set of talons in the ice & the other gripping my shoulder. I ask him where this is & he says it is the slope-of-anguish & the people above are pouring out the collected tears of sadness. I ask him what lies below & he says a ragged edge of rocks lies below which shreds to dust all that fall upon it. I ask him why he is here & he says he came out of sadness & fell on the slope & broke his wing & is trapped. he tells me if I give him my voice his wing will be healed & he will fly off & gather branches to drop at the bottom & break my fall. I ask him how can I give something of such great value & he says if I do not he will starve & we both will die. So I give him my voice & he stretches out his wing & flexes it & turning to me he says when I let you go, stay always to the left. Then he said to rember that nowhere is anything gathered together in any great amount except by the smallest bits. Now stretching out his wings, he let me go & flew up & as I began to slide again I woke.

 

:hyper:

[Queso]

"nowhere is anything gathered together in any great amount except by the smallest bits."

what a strange thing to say, that's a crazy dream though.

it's so weird how we can never bear to die when we are dreaming.

i really want to overcome this, but it seems whatever i think about not wanting to do in dreams happens.

for example:

when you looked over the edge, you probably subconciously thought that you didn't want to fall, or anything bad happen, and something did.

when you are falling from the sky and knowing you are going to die, you don't want to, and in your dreams, you will.

it's like your thoughts no matter what happen.

so you have to somewhat convince them otherwise.

i remember when i was little, i would always go to bed and close my eyes.

the bed would spin every single night, and for years i tried to figure out how to get it to stop, until one night i said inside my head. "the bed isn't spinning, it's completely still."

i didn't even think otherwise, or else it would start to spin again.

even if i thought "well, i know it still is..but i dont want it to" it would spinnnnnn

dreams, leprechans, and death.

[Turtle]

Find me camped along the Virgin River deep in Utah's Zion Canyon. Just after falling asleep and beginning to dream, a spirit Shaman appears to me in this vision: The old man has come in and disturbed us. He intends to stay. He curls up and goes to sleep. He wakes as I tell him to go and begin to pick him up. He objects, but does not struggle. I pick him up and carry him away. I take him where he belongs. It is dim and an old woman is there. I put him down and he stands. He produces two objects with handles on one end and spider-web weaving at the other. They have parallel finger-like projections on the handle end. He joins the fingers together in front of his face. The object is a mask now. He pulls a string on the mask from his left, down and forward and a part spins and rides down the string giving off a low whirring sound. He does likewise on the right. The mask center now opens like four doors and something protrudes, square and glowing red. It flies toward me. I see myself now from the neck down. The cube has come from the mask and I see it enter my chest. A snake comes out from my throat, stretches out a ways and then turns to a forked stick which then falls to the ground. I wake.

 

Now the connection is that the spinning parts on strings in the vision, are different versions of the button on the string. Fast forward now about seven years to 2000, when I borrow a book by Mickey Hart. Therein he describes the button on the string as the Diable, a variation of the bullroarer (that stick and string sound thing Crocodile Dundee uses in the second movie). Turns out this is a very old and widespread magic device. Beginning then I started making and experimenting with different shapes and sizes of disks, and different weights and lengths of string. I only this fall however, constructed diables as seen in the vision.

:hyper:

[Queso]

i forgot to say how intersting that dream was, turtle, and i've watched that video a couple times now.

 

i just woke up from a pretty strange dream myself. there i was on some roof dressed in my old tae kwon do uniform and in front of me was the guy in that new movie kung-fu hustle. i've never seen the movie, but i have seen the previews quite a lot.

anyway, we were standing on this roof without any sort of guard rails or anything. just like an elevated platform, but there was a hole in the middle, like a 20x10 skylight for the top floor of the hotel we were standing on.

he does some crazy backflip over it, looks me in the eyes and says "you are lighter than this"

(than what? i thought...)

i ran towards the huge gap, and did my running backflip.

as i was upside down i noticed another distant hotel start to crumble, and the winds picked up. i landed on my feet and jumped back down in the hotel, and watched as the city was destroyed by wind. how unrealistic the hotel i was in stood strong.

yeah then the dream changed, and i drove to nebraska.

[Turtle]

___I love Nebraska! How odd I was just thinking about this thread yesterday while daydreaming; how it had languished a bit and all.

___I actually gave that particular diable from the video to a guy who teaches martial arts; his style is Pa Kua Chang. It is based on an 8 point system & I only realized after he left that the diable is an 8 point star. Well, I nibbled the tips off it trying to get it close to a microphone!

___Anyway orby, you are lighter than that! Nice dream. :)

[Queso]

i just wish that dream was lucid. i would have leaped right off that building and flew over the city that i could destroy with the blink of an eye. the winds were so intense...i would have loved to be able to control that.

every night i repeat things over and over to remind myself i can control my dreams, when i start to fall subconciously i tell myself i am doing so, and these words i can hear in my mind sometimes stick with me as thoughts turn into dreams.

only one successful lucid dream so far...

i know there is so much i am not doing (from the scientific research i have read) but i've done it once, i know i can do it again.

have any of you ever been able to control your dreams lucidly?

[infamous]

Someone told me once that they never dream in color, so I responded by saying that I always dream in color. Every dream that I can remember having was experienced in real life color. Does anyone here also dream in color??

[Queso]

most of my dreams are in color, but i have had a few instances where they were black and white.

[Turtle]

___I recall specific occurences of color & as I don't recall any B/W dreams I assume all are in color

___I am cutting back smoking & trying to quit & slowly remembering snippets of dreams; nothing I care to repor yet. Dream on! :)