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Dreams and the Subconscious

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Re: Dreams.

Interesting. I don't relate my dreams with the outside world either. I just think there interesting. I like the idea of using them to connect the dots of my psyche though. There are reasons we dream what we dream. I just find is strange how random my dreams are and how much they actually make since to me while I am having them.
I ABSOLUTELY find them to be interesting as well. The logical side of me agrees, yes of course most of the time dreams are just recycled nonsense that went into my sponge earlier that day, or try to explain them simply as chemicals in my head...

but the loopy side of me says that I should pay more attention to my dreams....because to me, they are almost a channel to my own unconscious, a channel that would otherwise be nonexistent without these dreams ...which I can learn how to connect the dots as aforementioned, and try to figure out stuff that I couldnt have without remembering the certain feelings that correlate to whatever symbol/event that took place within that dream. The dream itself as you say, doesnt ever really make sense, appears random and operates outside the boundaries of normal reality, it all fascinates me as well. I have found that its not necessarily the event or dream itself that have any significance, but moreso the personal revelations or epiphanies that suddenly arise when I find myself mentally recalling certain dreams.

dreams can definitely be a trip.
 

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Re: Dreams.

A very good movie about dreams is the Waking Life. I just wonder about how a state of after death could be something like a dream state, an eternal limbo. It's eery if you think about it. Perhaps we cannot really know if our minds continues for a while after clinical death. If you think all the organization of the brain in the nano/quantum scale and how much time it remains until decay (consider the quantum mind hypo...), could be a kind of awareness like a dream state? I mean some small and subtle brain activity we cannot detect (yet). Let's say that state could remain for a few hours or days (now I recall the 49 days buddhist bardo...) how much time this could be in the relative time of dreams? Could we experience some virtual eternity (or a long period of time) in a few hours/days?
 

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Dreams

I've been having this dream lately where I am speaking intimately in some dark area with a female whose clinging onto my arm and leaning on me. I can't remember her face, hair length, or clothing but I remember her voice clearly. She responded in a soft tone with words that words that have been purged from my mind.

I know neurologist/psychologist say that dreams are just a pile of "mumbo jumbo" but I really want to know the meaning of this because normally I dream I am an assassin preforming impossible assassinations (I won't tell specifics that could probably get me in some trouble with the government).

Anyway two questions. Does indicate I am some sort of feeler? and What are your dreams like?
 

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Re: Dreams.

Oh yeah, just dreamed of a War in Heaven with clouds forming animal shapes to do battle with each other (one was a bluish phoenix like creature) which for some reason only I can see. The other guys only see a stormy sky. Sometimes the creatures bodies drift so close to earth that the car that I was riding can clearly see one of these creature's foggy tails (in this case a manta).

For some weird reason I transformed into one of these creatures and had the code name "Chloride" to fight an even larger winged white monster with a halide sounding name. The white monster told me that it was my father (probably in the creator sense) but I'm pretty sure it's not so I swopped at him (I had wings :D )

Too bad I woked up before the fight resolved :(
 

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It seems like "dream" threads crop up every few months, and no one bothers to do a forum search, I've merged several that I could find and stickied the new thread, hopefully that makes it easer to find.
 

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It seems like "dream" threads crop up every few months, and no one bothers to do a forum search, I've merged several that I could find and stickied the new thread, hopefully that makes it easer to find.
What you are doing is completely reasonable. However, the forum has a reasonably high turnover of members, and many topics will inevitably be revisited multiple times. Dreams are certainly not the only one. On the one hand, stickying them all isn't the solution. On the other hand, perhaps we should consider that there isn't a problem to solve. To older members, the discussion may or may not be interesting, and they can skip it. To new ones, it is. And while having these massive threads is really interesting, it does to some extent prevent discussion, which while not scarce on this forum, is not far from being so. I just think that the forum should be left to its own devices as far as already discussed topics go, to within reason.

Sorry for my irrelevant post, just didn't see anywhere else to put it.

Also, thanks fukyo for being a good moderator. You do try to keep everything orderly and well maintained.
 

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I find dreams to be somewhat related to the outside world, and they're still interesting. I say this because they might comprise of memories and feelings, which is nothing new, but I wouldn't claim them to be somehow objective. Case in point, I seemed to have a dream involving a specific forum member here which seemed to reflect not just some particular memories but, also how the existence of said person makes me feel sometimes, apparently. Now that I think about it, the activity in which we were engaged in in the dream also seemed to be related to a particular comment I made about an activity, and although I could have just been being "paranoid", his response which was somewhat unrelated (and in a different thread) seemed to play some role, hence the question of objectivity.

The point is, I mentioned this one dream before in which I woke up to find a weird spider on my wall, and then I actually woke up again. It was interesting because in the dream I woke up, and when I actually woke up it seemed to be in the same exact manner in which I woke up in the dream, although this can be questioned. Maybe I didn't actually physically wake up the same way twice, but what would it even mean if I did? I found it interesting.. Usually you can tell if you're dreaming because the location, while familiar, looks different, but in this case my room looked the same so I didn't know I was dreaming until I saw that weird spider, which definitely doesn't exist "irl". So then, I actually woke up, and it seemed to be in the same exact manner in which it happened in that dream, which seemed to be no more than about 30 seconds prior. Of course, it could have been due to chance or something. This detail could be irrelevant. I suppose there are only so many ways in which one could arise from slumber :confused:. So again, if it could somehow be measured then ascertained whether it was similar or not, how would I manage to wake up into a dream and then later on wake up irl in the same fashion? Of course, anyone would be right to question my memory recollection in this case.

But, about the spider. In the dream, it was on the wall to my left. However long it was prior to this event, there was an instance in which I was sleeping (irl) then managed to wake up at a precise moment: there was a spider (long bodied pholcid) directly ahead of my vision as I was facing that direction. It sort of crept me out to wake to that, so I acted however I did, grabbed a shoe and smashed it. I make effort not to kill spiders nowadays. But, the guts are still on the wall there as I did not manage to clean the mess. So, that dream involving that weird spider could have been somewhat related to this event, although they took place a few months apart, but still, it could have been related to that more or less random memory my brain thought would be good to use or something.

Similarly, there was this one series of dream which I believe to have had about twice. It involved myself running down the street of my parent's neighbor hood, to be joined by a wolf and we would run side by side for about ten seconds then the wolf would depart. I thought it was cool. I think the next day I may have realized what that was. Where I live, down the main street the neighbors have their backyard exposed surrounded by a chain link fence... There's a large dog there. Whenever someone walks by it runs up and barks, and follows along as far as it can before the yard ends, then it stays and stares or barks. Could be mistaken, but the fact that I'd run down the street to be joined by a wolf for a brief moment seemed to be related to walking down the street to have this dog run up and follow you for as long as it could as you made your way down the street. I walk down that street pretty often, so we are familiar with one another. It could have been that, or it could have been something else, if anything that is. Due to the amount of things in the world, I'd suppose, it could be a random correlation.

As far as somehow measuring things to ascertain, certain sequences in dreams seem to make it obvious how one feels about whatever the dream may be referencing.. It seems pretty simple to induce that state. Just, while there's not much going on close your eyes and the lack of external stimuli should allow one to think about various things. If barely concentrating, some semi interesting things are noticeable. On multiple occasions I've found myself to be woken up, but then I'll shut my eyes some quick dreams, rather than for getting extra sleep. Some of the initial things that pop up are slightly random. Sometimes I end up stopping that thought process, snapping out of it, and beginning again. Obviously, if one were truly interested in that state, they would check out various books on the subject of sleeping & brain functioning. Something about the subconscious might also be a bit of an issue.

"On paper it makes sense but apparently there's this unpredictability & uncertainty that comes along with trying to quantify people and behaviors. It isn't like 1+1 where most people would agree it equals 2. Person A will say person B is mad, but person C will argue that he was, in fact, sad not mad.

It's not like you can take "mad" and give it a universally agreed upon value of sorts, then whenever you think someone is mad you can check to see if the values match to make sure they're actually mad and not something else or some combination of stuff. For some reason, I think if you were building a robot and were programming it how to walk you would need values corresponding to whichever movements would be needed like 'right leg up a few inches, then forward and down, and move upper body slightly in accordance, then move left leg';etc "
 

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A dream that I remember best throughout my life,actually I have dreamt it multiple times.

It is rather an ending to most of my lucid dreams. I can dream of whatever my thoughts revolve around, it could be something as personal as fighting on an arena with myself, this always leads me to destroying myself or the world. The other likely scenario I develop is the awarness of entire earth and solar system, trying to visualise action and functioning of every being and particle in a system, that loses stability. This kind of aware dreaming usually interferes with my will after some time, I am less and less able to do as I wish and in the end I find myself restrained in a immeasurably large cave. I can feel the pressure of the cavern's air on my body and the boundaries of this cave start running away as I measure them, to the point where I cannot feel the pressure. Unable to move I then somehow force my sleeping self to stop breathing. I wake up and inhale in a relaxed manner.

The ending to lucid dreams seems to be the same, I start losing control over my dream and things I didn't desire happen, I grow mad and I lose control to the point where I awake to catch a breath.
 

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Oh yes, that is something I've noticed as well. Basically, you could be flying but then lose your ability to do so, and then it's obvious you're beginning to wake up. It is sort of frustrating & interesting. Maybe not frustrating, more like disappointing. It's like, "dammit. I'm waking up. Well, that was fun." Almost as disappointing as having an interesting dream only to be woken up by your mom for some frivolous reason
 
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Here's my dream from last night. I'm pretty confident that I know what it represents, but I'm always looking for triangulation:

I was in a corn field working with others harvesting corn, which itself had a very cartoonish quality to it. Inbetween the rows, occasionally one would find farm animals, especially chickens and pigs. They also had cartoonish qualities to them. For whatever reason I developed a sexual attraction to a pig, and proceeded to have sexual intercourse with the pig (I have no idea why I'm confessing this... It was a weird fucking dream. Perhaps I was listening to too much NIN prior to bed). While this was going on, I was doing my best to hide the ongoing act from my co-workers, carrying the pig around with me in the process and jumping in and out of the rows of corn. The pig was let free at orgasm, behind the back of one of my co-workers, who promptly turned and beat the pig to death with a shovel. We then ate the pig.
 
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Where are the men?
Working in and focused on the corn in general. The whole field was full of them, fairly evenly-spaced. Sort of like minesweeper with people.... and my junk in a pig. :pigs: Most have essentially disappeared by the end.

The last one with the shovel put off a vibe that I knew him IRL. Looked like a slightly younger version of this guy:
*EDIT: I should add that I wasn't running out of fear, but out of slight anxiety and searching for a suitable private location. There was a guilty pleasure to the whole mess.
 

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Here's my dream from last night. I'm pretty confident that I know what it represents, but I'm always looking for triangulation:

I was in a corn field working with others harvesting corn, which itself had a very cartoonish quality to it. Inbetween the rows, occasionally one would find farm animals, especially chickens and pigs. They also had cartoonish qualities to them. For whatever reason I developed a sexual attraction to a pig, and proceeded to have sexual intercourse with the pig (I have no idea why I'm confessing this... It was a weird fucking dream. Perhaps I was listening to too much NIN prior to bed). While this was going on, I was doing my best to hide the ongoing act from my co-workers, carrying the pig around with me in the process and jumping in and out of the rows of corn. The pig was let free at orgasm, behind the back of one of my co-workers, who promptly turned and beat the pig to death with a shovel. We then ate the pig.
Yep, you probably already know this. From dreammoods.com:
Bestiality

To see or be involved in bestiality in your dream represents your animalistic and carnal desires. It also refers to raw sexuality and lust. Alternatively, the dream may indicate that you are experimenting with certain sexual acts that you are not fully comfortably with.
 
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Today my dream messed up my own.
I woke up in a dream, I realized it was a dream, and I woke up from it and saw my mom was coming, but she shrinked and started getting black, and I though: Am I still dreaming? And yes I was so I woke up again, and started hallucinating wierd stuffs, I was like: what the hell? and actually I was still dreaming and then I woke up, and did stuff but did all that in a dream and I woke up again from the dream to another dream (the momnet of waking up is so realistic, truly felt like I had woken up in real life, all the things were exact as in real life at the moment of woken up (I dont know if I woke up in a dream or woke up in real life and then slept again somehow instantly and forgot I slept?) and this continued again and again and again,
I woke up from one dream to another did stuff and again woke up to another,
and after hundreds of times of these thing, I woke up in real life( or did I? I am not so sure to be frank).
I experienced the Mother of inception.
 
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Oh yes, that is something I've noticed as well. Basically, you could be flying but then lose your ability to do so, and then it's obvious you're beginning to wake up. It is sort of frustrating & interesting. Maybe not frustrating, more like disappointing. It's like, "dammit. I'm waking up. Well, that was fun." Almost as disappointing as having an interesting dream only to be woken up by your mom for some frivolous reason
Read the techniques in Stephen LaBerge's books on LD's. You can maintain your lucidity.
 

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Interestingly, dreams are a place where my mind constructs conflicts that I have to solve. I am always the hero of the scenario, whether it's leading a group out of a house haunted by a demonic child or solving a murder.
 

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Thanks for resurrecting this thread; otherwise, I might have missed the dream about THD having sex with a pig, then having it beaten to death with a shovel so his friend and he could eat it. Squeeeee!

:phear:

... I rarely remember my dreams. (Maybe it's a defense against recalling pig sex.) I remember I did have a dream last night but have no idea what it was about now.

I tend to view dreams (in general, not for all dreams) as ways our brains process emotions and issues of importance using elements of the day's events. it's kind of like you're telling a story using the memories that are at your current disposal... or maybe it's like your brain is trying to make sense of all this data but is in a vulnerable state while asleep, so it uses those pieces to explore things of importance to you... rather like telling a Star Wars story with lincoln logs and loose change as the characters because you don't happen to actually have any figures accessible.
 
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I almost always remember my dreams to some extent. Sometimes I recall something but I'm unsure if it's a dream memory or a real one though. I usually scour them for information, they seem to prepare you for bad things that might happen by having them happen to you in your dream, it can be worries, repressed or conscious, or it can be bad things happening as a consequence of desire. They also seem to be filled with stuff that I lack in real life but would like to have, if not in content then in atmosphere. If my dreams feature the same people and things all the time I take that as a sign that my mental life has temporarily stagnated.

I have had plenty of dreams about being chased by the police because I smoke weed. In the beginning I would always get caught, but by now I'm confident enough in my ability to outrun and outsmart those squealing fuckers that I almost always escape them despite their clever, relentless pursuit.
 

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Like Cherry Cola, I remember my dreams most of the time but not in full detail. Well at least the ones I remember, which is usually one string of events (seemingly) per time I wake up. The more logical, vivid, or profound the string of events, the more details I can remember. If lucid I remember the dream in much more detail than ordinary reality. Unfortunately, I have not had a lucid dream in a while. Probably the best experiences I have ever had have been while lucid dreaming (better than MDMA), I really should start trying again...

Anyways, my normal dreams are usually enjoyable and are often the best part of my day, maybe that's a bad sign. I'm much more confident and talkative in my dreams. They are very often scenarios that are playful, like I'm playing a novel game. Rarely there is an element of fear, which I enjoy most of the time. For some reason I feel very safe in my dreams. Even facing death is an enjoyable and highly stimulating experience which I find odd.

However, I do remember 3 dreams, 2 of which were in my childhood and were recurring, that were very unpleasant. The two recurring dreams from my childhood I can still remember pretty vividly, despite them happening many years ago, at least as clear as my most vivid waking memories from the time. The third unpleasant dream happened within the last year and I don't remember anything about it except that I awoke violently with a feeling of pure terror.

I place a lot of value on my dreams, if I lost them I would feel like I lost a part of my self.
 
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Some of the strangest dreams I've had in the last year include repetative apocolyptic scenario's in my home town.

The most vidid was travelling through the Town Centre of Birmingham on an open topped double decker bus with a handful of other peeps, all kitted out survival style.

From our bus, we could see the centre of the city all bombed up, with a representation of the Twin Towers half decapitated.

Similiar dreams occurred all in a short space of time.. And one of the strangest symbols embedded within included deformed kittens. Actual deformed kittens, left helpless in various scenarios.

Aint got a clue what kittens me to me.
 

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mine are actually usually pretty consistent with my real life. I have Budgerigars so I just constantly dream of rescuing Budgerigars atm. Or Budgerigars escaping. Or me walking around outside and I'm trying to hold one in my hands until I get home, which is tough if I'm far away like in St Petersburg (that location is because I'm reading crime and punishment). Me panicking because they've all flown out the window, or slipped into my pocket before I leave the house to fly out as I step outside my door. sometimes I call them and they turn up again though so the dream ends well.

Me chasing budgies:
:storks: :king-twitter:
 
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Okay this one's so god damn weird I need to share it with someone who cannot judge me face to face.

Last night or this morning (whatever), I dreampt that I was a man, and me and another man had been captured by some sort of gang; we were taken to some sort of internment camp and both stripped naked and put into a cell made of glass walls, we were then ordered to fuck, and our lives depended on it.

:ahh:

Me and the other man were panic striken, and the other man says to me (nonverbally, don't know how that's possible), that we don't need to go ahead with this, if I opt into death being the better scenario.

I inform him that it's not worth our lives, and he should fuck me.
He procedes to fuck me from behind up the glass wall.

............

I'm currently left speechless.
And I will never utter a word of this to anyone, ever haha.
I might go check myself into the looney bin.

I've been struggling to remember my dreams for the last 6 months, but this one was so vivid.
I went 7 days on only ten hours sleep, but crashed and burned for 18 hours yesterday. I have no idea if that's significant.
 

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When I'm mentally healthy, not stressed or frightened, my dreams are an absolute mess. They make sense while I'm dreaming them, but turning them into a story is almost impossible.

For example, last night, I was a glider. I've had glider dreams my whole life. With a running start, I can jump and glide through the air. Over the years, I've managed to work my way up to the heights reached by predatory birds.

Anyway, It was a brightly moonlit night, and I was hired to kill a guy who lived in a modern mansion. You know, the kind with a lot of metal and glass. A few lights were on, but not in the rooms where there were people. I was an older woman. I stole something, which is okay, because I was supposed to steal something. I was a young man, and I kidnapped the older woman that I used to be. She was the maid. I was holding her under my arm, and I was jumping. Her weight kept me skimming just above the treetops (temperate coniferous trees). I got the the helicopter pad, much to my relief. Then, I was me, kind of, but actually looked exactly like my brother, emaciated. I was him and me. Then, I was my INTJ. I was on top of a roof that I thought was a Norwegian roof, but it was actually more like and Alpine farm house, and we were at the base of a mountain. He is terrible at geography. The world was a watercolor painting, so the houses were in rows up to the mountain base. There was a tsunami about to destroy everything. We were hundreds of miles from the sea. We were in the Alps. But it was a tsunami. The house was on fire, and I was inside, myself again, rescuing a little girl who was actually my INTJ. We got to the roof or the burning building (no idea how though luckily, he was an owl), only to see the wave towering hundreds of feet above me. It had knocked down a row of power lines. They weren't connected to the houses because electricity hadn't been invented yet. The world went purple, like in Lavender Town from the Gameboy Pokemon game.

Then I woke up.
 
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Cool, I want my dreams to be more like yours haha.

You ever tried taking control of the dream whilst gliding?

Lucid like?
 
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Almost all my dreams are in the first person,
dreams ifeel usually indicate my deeper moods/passions..

Some of my common recent ones are;
1. Water related, with huge really huge waves. And the water doesnt follow physics too..so you could have a river running near me with no banks so it is really just flowing in the air.
Or i hae dreams of tight-roping across a waterfall
And many of my dreams have me saving people with my incredible swimming skills, usually family members..
Or i have dreams of apocalyptic nature with 5 mile high waves but again i survive with friends because im really good at swimming
Most of the time i just marvel at how awesome these huge waves look..

I think all it shows is ive always liked deep pools, underwated feels like flying :D

2. Goin out on an unexpected date with a crush , or some really cute girl; and to a place where physics or society desnt really function with logic

3. Class room dreams doing ordinary stuff with old school/college friends..

These are the ones i remember anyway..
 
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im not really sure, what lucid dreaming is like; but i can fall into a dream like daze for 4-5 hours where i choose the subject of my dream. These are more intense/realistic in the mornings, because my mind isnt still awake. But even my daydreams tend t be very intense.
Is this what lucid dreaming means??

I used to think life is all about collect enough data to have one big dream when we "die", so if i experience more things, my death dream will be that much more diverse and exciting, rather than being monotonous. So i tended to *cherish* all experiences, especially if they were intense, so i would be equally *happy* that i experienced deep pain as when i experienced deep pleasure, because i felt it would increase my "repertoire" of experiences/feelings..
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Can't say I know, never properly tried to do it myself.
All my dreams are first person, but if I want to I can sorta control the subject matter, and can revisit dreams if I like.
 

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Yellow, your story is amazing and although I haven't really compared too many, yours are really similar to mine. Structure, versatility and conveyance of concepts.

I used to have gliding dreams as well. Like jump and put all my mental effort into not landing. Almost the same way as trying not to touch the bottom of the pool - think Mission Impossible. Trying to angle upwards, almost like a thick gas is below me, and try to "ride" it up - might as well be a "gas" of mental will.


I can't remember many of my recent ones, but I have two: I was on a plane yesterday; had a dream that the pilot randomly decided to do an honest-to-god barrel roll ("honest-to-god" to convey just how real and ridiculous it felt). I was freaking out but calm at the same time (shoved the fear into my mental chest box) and tried to stay mentally locked in. But we were near the drop-off area of the airport - poles and architecture in our way. I was fully prepared for the wings to nick one of the light poles and we'd go spinning and crash. We didn't, but as we rolled, even the single spin kind of put me under too many G's in slow motion and I started passing out, while the plane was simultaneously flattening. Claustrophobia came settling in but in a detached way. I "woke up" from the dream, but I was still in sleep paralysis. So I kind of re-dreamt that everybody in the semi-real plane were trying to wake me up because I was passed out from the "G"s, but it was really me trying to physically break out of the paralysis. I was struggling and struggling, and then I did this weird thing where I was mentally like "Actually fuck this" and wrenched free/awake for real. Felt out of it for a minute.



Second dream. I was in some random house, almost like an expanded trailer home house (or expanded construction trailer that was a camp house). There was some kind of camp/program going on, and I had arrived. Went up to this room and there was a green portal. Think hypnotoad's eyes, but with many many layers/oscillations. This science guy who was kind of like Professor Oak but not really was examining it and he distractedly gestured that I could go ahead with whatever I wanted to do with it. I was Spider-man so I attached a web to the room and jumped in. Completely weightless yet dropping, and it was absolutely endless; I had traveled for almost an eternity's worth of distance and the portal was a small lavender hole up above me - the web a thin blue-white thread. I truly grasped how endless it was, both going down and all around me. I didn't like it. I wanted out, and a blue-purple version of the hole appeared to my side. I swung through. Something about Pokemon was relevant. I was now in a similar room, but in a different part of the trailer. A guy I didn't like from middle school was in the room, and grumpily huffed and walked away like Filch from Harry Potter. My little cousin was there (maybe she was playing Pokemon somehow?) and she was like omg, you're back! I was like yeah, what's up? She told me I was two years in the future and that I had simply disappeared all those years. That explained why the trailer seemed worn and was half open, exposed to the park and the oak tree outside. I realized what this must have meant to my family and friends (read: Mostly my mom), so I set out to go find them and that's the dream.


Third dream: F**ed Madonna. Pretty gross because she's an eldritch being at this point. Dream and real life. But we had sex and we thought we were being low key but nope, everyone knew, some people saw (which might have been because we did it under a piece of black cardboard in a hall), paparazzi everywhere. I'm a young dude and not famous (yet) so I thought it wouldn't be too bad. Thought it'd be worse but still not too bad for her, since she's a lifelong celebrity. But nope it was horrible for both of us. I kind of panicked and filled with dread - was this going to be the rest of my life? The dude who f***ed old Madonna? (It was an awful feeling in the dream). I decided screw that noise and woke myself up - still in the dream, but to a new reality when I hadn't f***ed old Madonna. And I was satisfied. The End.
 

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^^^That third dream had me laughing. I have similar crises in my dreams too sometimes, where everything pauses and I'm over analysing things or clarifying backstories to some insane degree.

It reminds me of a recent dream (well, this is just a part of it, but still). I was in a town that was like a 3D model of those little town & road area rugs for little boys to drive toy cars on. The town was exploding and penises were wrong. They grew in length at about the same rate as hair, and they were shaped like an anteater's snout, but pink and raw looking. I was suddenly in a car with a man near where I lived in London (still on the rug map) by a big lego firehouse. I told him his penis was too long and weird, so he told me I could cut it to my preferred length. All I could think about was how unethical it was for people to circumcise their infants, and how I'd be no better ripping off half his penis. He assured me that it would grow back, but I was convinced that it wouldn't, and I couldn't do that to a complete stranger. Then our car caught fire and we plunged into some cave.

@Sinny, I have sleep issues and lack the discipline to attempt lucid dreaming. I resolve to try it sometimes and never follow through.
 

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If my dream made you laugh, then thanks for the returning the favor x10.

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Why could you see everyone's dicks? Were there no pants in that universe? Do you dream in nakie?


But I'm proud that you didn't yank it off. Even though this is Internet, I suddenly feel much much safer that you're not a morbid wanker yanker.
 

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Weird dream last night. A cross between sleep paralysis and a vivid dream.

I dreamt that I was having trouble falling asleep, just like I had been before I fell asleep. In my dream, for some reason I was drinking coke and water while I was lying in my bed attempting to sleep. Then all of a sudden I was hit with this unbearable exhaustion, which caused all my muscles, most importantly the muscles that control my eyelids, to give out and I could no longer control my body.

This was all fine and dandy you'd think, as my intent was to fall asleep wasn't it? The single detail left out of the equation that made this an unpleasant dream though was that, right before the exhaustion hit and after I had taken a gulp of water, from the bottle beside me, my nose had started bleeding. I didn't have difficulty breathing both within and out of the dream. I was now trapped in a dream, within a dream where my nose was bleeding and I had no control of my body, aware that the latter was a dream but oblivious to the fact that the first was just as fraudulent.

In the second instance/level of my dream I was in a plain of darkness and mist resembling outer space. I was aware of the predicament I was in inside my first dream. I had a bloody nose and my death was possibly imminent. I knew that I somehow had to summon the will to gain back control over my body again to avoid risk of death by a bloody nose, or suffocation, or whatever, I just knew I had to escape the dream. I kept trying. Summoning intent to move repeatedly, in hopes that my command breaks though to the real world and my body responds to it.

Though out this my mind kept getting distracted. I considered that maybe I was already dead, and that this dream like realm I had found myself in was the afterlife. If it was, it certainly wasn't horrible. I didn't feel pain or much of anything, most of my sensations were unusually numbed. The implication that I was gonna have to spend the rest of eternity unable to move, like a living corpse stuck underground in a coffin made me slightly nervous. Then another thought pushed that aside. I wondered if the flow of time was different in that realm than in real life, if so it certainly would've been plausible that I had actually died a long time ago, and I was experiencing who know how long as seconds.

All these thoughts went past my head while I was still struggling to move. I was slightly disturbed by how easily I was willing to consider my own death, as having already occurred or was shortly and inevitably about to occur.

I attempted to call out to my brother several times and many of my attempts at moving were to try to wake him up, but all of these attempt only ended up moving my body in my second instance/level of my dream, and it was the first instance/level where I was stuck within my dream.

Possibly in a separate dream, or when the second instance/level of my dream had changed, I went to my brother for help in some sort of an office, where he was using a computer. I was aware that I was in a dream and still had a bloody nose. I possibly told him about my predicament, I don't think he was of much help. This bit is quite fuzzy, possibly because it isn't compatible with the second instance/level of my dream being a realm of darkness as I stated above.

I eventually awake sweaty and in bed at 4-5 am or so when I was finally able to shake my body. It was certainly a strange dream and I was sort of confused. I wouldn't describe it as a nightmare, there wasn't any significant source of fear. While the bloody nose did present a threat, it didn't illicit much fear from me.
 

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I just had another disturbingly specific and fairly realistic dream last night.

I was in a post-apocalyptic version of the world, only there was no apocalypse and all the general infrastructure was still in place. The only difference was the behavior people took on.

The world was obsessively religious. Like in a new religion with prophets and gods and shamanic leaders, only it was on a large scale and fervently followed. Obviously, not everyone was religious, but like real life, there were significant consequences should someone find out I wasn't a believer.

Anyway, INTJ and I were hanging out with one of my current recovering junkie/prostitute clients and a man she had begun to date. He was humble, charismatic, friendly, and intelligent. He looked like that Hozier fellow.

Then, the Hozier guy was named a prophet (against his will) and was treated like a demi-god, but he was still our friend, so we got all swept in it.

Then we were under the Burnside Bridge (Portland, Oregon) and there was a crowd of people in front of us. Between the four of us and the crowd was a woman who was telling them that he wasn't the prophet. Of course, the punishment for being not a prophet was execution. We all knew it wasn't fair because he didn't do anything to be named one in the first place, so I grabbed a baseball bat and then we all had them and we ran away.

We had to scatter so INTJ went with Hozier and I went with my junkie and we agreed to meet up in London in 6 hours. Junkie and I were going to take a greyhound bus, but the station was pretty far away and we couldn't use public transportation because it was monitored (no idea why greyhound wasn't or how I expected to get to London on it, but London was like as far away as Seattle).

We couldn't run along the roads either because people would see us. We ran through yards and through buildings. Mostly through buildings.

We were lost in a homeless shelter in the rafters, trying to find a door out because the bus station is always near homeless shelters and there was this man (I knew was named "One-tooth") laying on a dirty mattress smoking from a crack-pipe, but I didn't recognize it as a crack-pipe. I knew he thought he was watching TV, but he was facing a plain cardboard box.

He offered us some "weed" from his pipe. I knew my recovering junkie shouldn't smoke it, so I figured that it would cancel things out if we both did, so I took a hit. It felt like crack, he was laughing, and I still didn't make the connection that it was crack rather than weed. Junkie passed out instantly. One-tooth told me I just smoked crack and that I was addicted now and I had to stay with him. He had some serious hygiene issues, so I grabbed Junkie and jumped out the window.

I woke up (in the dream) in London with INTJ. Junkie and Hozier were gone, and I told him about the crack.

Then, I was in this park, I had a shotgun, and I was trying to get to the other side of the park to the train so I could go to Damascus where I'd start my life over in a kind of military.

Then I was in the desert, my head was shaved, and I was yelling at someone. Then I woke up.
 

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My favorite quote on the topic is from the X-Files. Mulder says something like...

I've often felt that dreams are the answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.*

*Episode is "Aubrey": Season 2, Episode 12. Mulder actually cites Jung at one point---unsurprising. Episode revolves around concept of "genetic memory," as well as "genetic personality." Find ample evidence for validity of dual notions, personally.

I actually did read Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams once, but can't recall much other than overall impressions, which were positive...

No time right now to read through this thread or elaborate further on what Mulder was onto. Later...
 
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My favorite quote on the topic is from the X-Files. Mulder says something like...

I've often felt that dreams are the answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.

I actually did read Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams once, but can't recall much other than overall impressions, which were positive...

No time right now to read through this thread or elaborate further on what Mulder was onto. Later...
Yea that is a cool quote.
Supposedly we operate on another plane of consciousness, whilst the lights are out.
 

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Well, many people operate on this plane most or much or some of the time. From what you've shared here in the past, you're definitely one of these people.

From what I gather, Jung seems to have deemed Fi the closest function to the unconscious mind. Myers-Briggs typically assumes that it's actually Ni, but Ni works in tandem with either Te or Ti. And dream interpretation, according to Freud and others, is much more like abstract literary analysis than like, say, mathematics.

I don't sweat it if the things I say don't make much logical sense. The way they emanate for me is as a natural flow, kind of like stream of consciousness; I don't really filter for logical consistency or anything like that. There's a time and place for all varieties of insight. Take it as you will...
 
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Yes, it's a common belief in some circles that bearing witness to the paranormal and UFO phenomena is suggestive of interactions with alternate frequencies/dimensions/planes of consciousness.

Jung initially attributed these phenomena to the collective unconscious manifesting it's self in the minds eye of the individual.

However, over a course of time he too had to concede that certain aspects of the phenomena were manifesting them selves physically in our 3rd dimension. Consequently, these phenomena where outside of his field of expertise, and so he stopped publishing on the matter.

At least that's one narrative I've been informed of, another is slightly more conspiratorial; that Jung worked closely with Allen Dulles and helped to spread misinformation.

(Lots of .MIL UFO's during the end of WW2).

However Jungs work on the collective unconscious is relevant to the UFO and fringe phenomena.. we're just still not entirely sure how.

This is why my biggest regret is not doing something to check the physical reality of the UFO I have had the closest encounter with.

It was close enough for me to do something to determine this.

Alas, I was 18 then, and none of this occupied my mind at all.

If it was the collective unconscious surely *I sought it*...
All I know is, that 18 year old me wasn't seeking anything.
(Enter Gnostic thought on the notion of the 'higher self', and karmic tradition etc. )

Alternatively, if it's not the collective unconscious.. a foreign intelligence sought me out... And another few millions of us... We are in a special club.
 

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Well, many people operate on this plane most or much or some of the time. From what you've shared here in the past, you're definitely one of these people.

From what I gather, Jung seems to have deemed Fi the closest function to the unconscious mind. Myers-Briggs typically assumes that it's actually Ni, but Ni works in tandem with either Te or Ti. And dream interpretation, according to Freud and others, is much more like abstract literary analysis than like, say, mathematics.

I don't sweat it if the things I say don't make much logical sense. The way they emanate for me is as a natural flow, kind of like stream of consciousness; I don't really filter for logical consistency or anything like that. There's a time and place for all varieties of insight. Take it as you will...
Bold: I would like to here as many thoughts on this as possible. This could very well seal the deal that I am ISFP. I had a thread a little while ago about how my mind knows things I can't intellectually piece together and if this is accurate then I will finally have closer that I am ISFP.
 
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Well, many people operate on this plane most or much or some of the time. .
See the part about Trevor Van Tassle:
http://www.intpforum.com/showthread.php?p=507534#post507534

It's currently my belief that there are several layers to reality, and a handful of people have the ability to percieve more than one.

I'm currently stuck at a semi stand still whilst I decide what to do personally with this knowledge. On the one hand I could potentially start interacting with these intelligences from the other realms.. on the other hand, a number of people have attested to the detrimental consequences of such. (Think Djinn/Archon).
 

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I had the weirdest, most uncomfortable dream.

This obese elderly lady was grocery-shopping with her little grandchild, but was shockingly dressed. She was wearing this flimsy, holey lace throw - and nothing underneath. Her breasts, pubic mound and oceanic rolls of fat spilling over each other were clearly visible. She walked with a humble sort of confidence, either oblivious to her nakedness or taking a sort of quiet pride in it. I felt a fascinated horror watching her - couldn't tell how she could possibly have left the house like that - but found myself starting to accept it as reasonable.

Unfortunately the store had run out of bags so at the checkout the lady decided to use her only covering to wrap up their groceries. She carefully removed the throw, squatted on the floor with her granddaughter and started shaping it into a bag. In a few minutes she stood back up, facing the checkout lanes, hands on hips, and suddenly all of her was on glorious, grotesque display. Again, the same unusual and almost mesmerising pride in her body as it now became entirely exposed. I remember marvelling at how incredibly pale and fleshy she was, a perfect specimen of both vulnerability and decay.

But as she surveyed those watching her she seemed to suddenly become aware of her nakedness. I think she hadn't realised that the throw was the only thing covering her. She looked down at herself and I saw it hit her - then she hurriedly untied the throw-bag and put it back on, and I think even got her granddaughter to give her her own clothes. Obviously, the size difference meant the lady had to shrink several feet - and did. Suddenly she was dressed in dark blue denim and a blouse, completely covered up. She was so small she now had to look up at me; she was pleading hopefully for something. Forgiveness? Acceptance?

Such a strange dream. I remember being flabbergasted at how she could possibly be unaware of how incredibly naked she was to start with, followed by awe at her gracious unflappability - so composed she seemed almost inhuman, more like an avatar of some ideal than a mere person. But then she fell back into mortal-hood when she realised her nakedness.

She was SO FLESHY.

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I realise this is almost certainly about humiliation/rejection of parts of self, but I can't think why.
 
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This morning I dreampt that I was leaving my mates house in the morning after staying over, and as I was leaving his front garden one of his neighbours approached me to tell me that a cat had been viciously mauled and killed the night before.

Really mundane, and I know what the inspiration was..

I actually did stay at my friends last night, it was about 3am when I went out the front to smoke a spliff; I saw one of the local cats enter somebodies garden - I lost sight of the cat but heard a right racket going on a few moments later... sounded horrible, like something had caught the poor thing and ripped it to shreds.

I would of had a look, but I'm useless when it comes dead animals - they only serve to scars my eyeballs.
 

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..I would of had a look, but I'm useless when it comes dead animals - they only serve to scars my eyeballs.
I grew up in the country and our cats were outdoors cats. Unfortunately, people would speed up and down the backroads, so it was common for one of our cats every so often to be taken out.

When I found a body, I would go get the shovel and dig a hole and bury it. I figured I owed the cat that much; it seemed kind of sad to just let it rot along the road / get continually run over. But yeah, it wasn't very pretty.
 
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Oh god I'll never forget when one of my cats passed away when I was about 18, happened during one of those short periods whilst I was staying at moms..

We'd let the cat out to go to the toilet in the early morning, a few hours later whilst I was heading out the front door on my way to work, I find her dead on the front path.. keeled over mid stride.

I was upset, but had to go out to work.. I got my mom to pick her up and put her in her carry case and covered her with a blanket, I told my mom I'd be back in the evening to bury her...

I get back later that night and she wasnt where I left her, so I called my mom amd my mom informed me that she didnt want me to have to deal with it so her friend came round and buried the cat in the back garden.

I went out the back to check it out and couldn't catch my breath at what I found. She was buried all right, but buried fucking wrong. So wrong.

Was very shallow. Her ear was sticking out the ground.

She was so exposed I had to get her back out and re-do the burial. She wasnt placed in a box or a blanket. I had to use my fingers to trace and outline around her body to get right underneath and bring her back up.

Was so fucking traumatic. I hate dead bodies, and thanks to some fucking idiot I had to dig one up.
 

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I keep dreaming about ghosts. Normally they are chasing me. Last night a ghost was trying to show me a secret. I was working with an archaeologist to uncover some mystery. The ghost kept hanging around a river. As the dream went on, we uncovered more things about who the ghost was. Centipedes kept appearing everywhere as well. They were off putting, but not threatening. I warned my companion to be careful when she went to sleep, because of all the centipedes.

We never uncovered the secret. My alarm had to bring me back to reality. I think I'm going to try and talk to the ghosts tonight if they show up again.
 
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Just had the scariest most disorienting dream in years, woke up in a big pool of sweat.

It was about some kind of demented psychotic episode of mine. I seem to recall several false or partial awakenings too, but now i'm real. The dream ended when i met the person i live with and asked her if i had been home with her during the experienced events i had then deduced must have been a reflection of full-blown psychosis on my part, and which had occurred at home alone, at home with other people than her and in other places. I'm not sure what i expected to hear for an answer but she said "Yes, you were reading that stupid book the whole time, i tried to make you stop but you wouldn't" and immediately i knew what book it was and what the plot was even though i'm pretty sure it hadn't figured in my dream up until then. I was disgusted, dumbfounded and so aghast that i woke up. It wasn't that i had gotten sucked into the plot of the book, but somehow it had inspired other delusional content by hypnotizing and subliminally puppeteering my brain, either by clever manipulation of archetypes or by magical direct intervention with my particular psyche and memories.

There were also strikingly mundane symbolic elements which would have yielded to a very straight-forward Freudian analysis.

Not sure if i dare go back to sleep.

I wonder if the dream made me sweat due to stress or if sleeping in so much liquid provokes this unhinged level of utter delirium. Maybe i was sweating from too much oats yesterday evening. I thought oats were okay but apparently the dosage must be moderated, or maybe i'll need to eliminate grains altogether. Something must have made me bloated and soaked like a bed-wetter... For a couple of weeks i'd been eating mostly vegetables, protein and fat and my sleep had improved, with less sweat and no nightmares (while previously i had them almost every night, often waking up speaking gibberish). Now i had a shitload of oats and this happened. I sometimes think grains are toxic (in accumulation) and that agriculture was what introduced religion to mankind through its systemic effect. It's been a long struggle. Maybe soon we won't have to trade our sanity for calories anymore. But we are way too many...

Which brings me to the question: Would you guys approve of treating the entirety of Africa and the Middle East with an aerosol sterilizer? Let's say it has no adverse effects.
 
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Dreampt about vampires this morning , ugh, my life's obviously that boring I'm only capable of dreaming about the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep.
 

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That's assuming that by the time you post, you remember everything you dreamed. Probably you didn't. People who are really into dreams, keep dream journals, and even have specific tactics for trying to capture their fleeting impressions of their dreams when they wake up. I don't recall the methods, I read about them in a book my Dad gave me. He was way into it. I didn't get into it so much, not to the point of keeping a dream journal. I just know there's more to it, if you really want to have a record of what you dreamed.
 

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Another weird dream.

I was back in the house I lived in growing up. We had to take the elevator to get to our floor (apartment block). But at the bottom at each elevator were two men with guns - one old, pudgy and in charge, one young and muscly. And they shot every one who came in or out of the elevators - as many bullets as they could get in you. You had to take your chances coming and going, from your own home. At whichever floor you got off, there were those exact two gunmen - like clones. I remember the old one being a bit fumbly, seemed incompetent almost, spoke barely any words, and whatever he did say was cryptic. I remember feeling like it was some arthouse take on violence where nothing actually makes any sense but *feels* meaningful. It was strange, and the clones gave the whole area a feeling of perpetual deja vu.

Mum and I got the lift up, somehow managing to dodge all the bullets. As soon as the elevator 'dinged' at our floor, we ran as fast as we could. I saw the old pudgy one fiddling with his gun and muttering 'dammit' - I assumed he'd missed us both. I was so relieved we'd made it yet again - we'd come and gone several times already, over the past week. But as we got to the flight of stairs leading to our place (no lift landing on every floor) I noticed Mum bent over and wheezing. I checked her in concern and found she was riddled with holes, blood spilling out everywhere. Every bit of horror I'd ever felt in my life seemed to hit me all at once along with the realisation that I was going to lose her forever - something I couldn't dodge. But I wanted to will it not to happen, and begged her to stay with me as I helped her down the stairs, her stumbling and fading fast. I was yelling at her to stay with me, stay alive - begging really. Telling her she would be ok and that this wouldn't kill her. Telling her we could make it.

Woke up before I found out.
 
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