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Post by bewildered on Jan 9, 2011 1:58:03 GMT -6
I have never kept any sort of journal. I've wondered about the value of such an effort and keep coming up with the same answer every time: what's the point? Every dream or vision I have ever experienced is most certainly in my mind, for that is where the doorway opens to. My perspective concerning dreams has changed over time to reflect my understanding of my mind and how it works. While I have questions pertaining to the purpose of dreaming and what it might signify, I'm pretty sure what it is. It is input from the mind itself, experiences that trickle to the conscious in a fragmentary and incomplete fashion.
It certainly has little to nothing to do with the conscious itself.
I will divulge the details of some of the dreams I have had over the years. I've done this in the past in a forum long since gone, and will do so again here. My "dreams" are not exactly what you might encounter in a typical environment, so let that serve as a warning to those who wish to read. I sometimes wonder if some of my dreams are windows to other places and times - other whens - for many are quite vivid and real to the point of being absolutely viable here in our own tonal reality.
I will begin with a dream I experienced a few years ago. As with all of my most compelling experiences, this one occurred as I slept during the daylight hours.
I found myself in the company of a group of men in a light industrial setting. It was hot in the way that a late afternoon in the tropics might be, amplified by being in the midst of a concrete jungle.
I noticed that these men were armed, though dressed in a civilian manner (they were not military). Some carried semi-automatic sidearms. A few were toting 9mm submachine guns. These men appeared hispanic for all intents and purposes...which was further solidified by the fact that they were speaking Spanish amongst themselves. I could not understand them, as I do not speak that language, though I am familiar with a few phrases and singular words. I only knew that I was there with them. They seemed to be oblivious of me.
We entered through the side door of a warehouse, and walked inside. This is when I began to sense that something very wrong was about to happen, for at this point I realized that these men were members of a criminal organization. They were expecting to make a pickup of a large amount of narcotics...only the hammer was about to fall. I tried to warn these men of their imminent peril, but no one was listening to me.
It was at that point that bullets began to fly in this warehouse as some kind of paramilitary force stormed through some of the windows and the dock doors. They were dressed in a tactical fashion similar to a SWAT team: visored helmets, black fatigues, black web gear and black armored vests. They were not asking questions, nor were they speaking any words at all. They simply opened fire, and when they did, the group of men scattered as one of them fell to the floor in a pool of blood.
I exited the warehouse swiftly by diving through the side door from whence I had entered in the first place. There were a number of cars outside of the warehouse parked in a sizable parking lot, as one might expect in such an area. I sought cover amongst the vehicles as the gunfire intensified. I kept low to the ground and scrambled to put some distance between myself and the battle. I could hear the shouts of the men and their cries in Spanish as I made my way through the maze of cars. I heard the tell-tale "whoosh whoosh whoosh" of a helicopter approaching from above. I felt as if I was running out of options when a smoke canister rolled to a stop near my position, spewing colored smoke on the asphalt. I had been spotted.
I woke up at this point. My role in this dream was an observer, but that would change with another very similar dream I experienced, which I will describe in another post.
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Post by bewildered on Jan 9, 2011 2:23:22 GMT -6
This is yet another dream that occurred during the daylight hours. Without fail, my dreams during this period of the day are exceptionally potent and vivid. This one disturbed me for hours in its wake, for good reason.
I was in the United States. It was mid-afternoon, though the sky was somewhat overcast and gray. I found myself standing in a very long line that snaked into the auditorium of a school. At regular intervals along this line armed soldiers stood guard, dressed in what I recognized as standard issue U.S. battle dress uniform with attendant gear (kevlar helmet, armored vest, web gear, and assault rifle). They seemed to chat now and then with the people in this line...and it was not the clipped, curt statements of strangers that I was listening to, either. No, these soldiers knew the people in line, for some were locals of the town.
A young woman not too far ahead of me in line began to angrily demand answers from one of the soldiers standing guard. "Why are we here? What are you going to do to us? What's going on in there?"
I watched the soldiers as they stood along the length of line. It didn't take long for me to discern the necessity for their presence. They were armed, and quite obviously had orders to keep the line moving, and prevent anyone in the line from leaving the line. I didn't recognize any of them, but I understood that familiarity doesn't matter.
Seizing upon the opportunity the disturbance from the woman created, I bolted for the parking lot across the sidewalk. I made sure to run in a zig-zag pattern as I expected the soldiers to fire at me, which they certainly did. I remember a car somewhere behind me being riddled with bullets as I thought about my next move.
The next thing I knew, I was hiding in the kitchen of an apartment. I was being pursued by more than one squad of infantry, and one had zeroed in on my position. As I became aware of where I was in this dream, the pursuing squad was navigating an entrance into the apartment. I was expecting them to employ smoke or even a fragmentary prior to entry, but they did not. I had to make my move count.
I sensed the approach of one of the squad members on the opposite side of the cabinet island I was hiding behind. I saw the muzzle of his rifle appear within my reach as he moved slowly around the island.
Jumping up, I used my momentum to push up and slam the muzzle of his rifle directly into his face, where he squeezed the trigger in a sort of knee-jerk reaction to my surprise ambush. I wasted no time grabbing his weapon from his hands as he fell, and I opened up on the remaining members of his squad in the apartment.
It happened very swiftly. Within a matter of seconds, I had taken out the squad in the apartment...they never saw it coming. As I stood there thinking of how I had just killed four men, the dream ended. I felt a deep sense of regret...not just about those soldiers (they were only following orders), but regarding what was going on in general.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2011 4:05:33 GMT -6
Bewildered, Were you ever in the military? You seem to know a great deal about military armor and weapons from your posts. Very interesting dreams. Thanks for sharing them with us.
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Post by skywalker on Jan 9, 2011 6:50:29 GMT -6
That is interesting BW. Both of those dreams involved people chasing after you. I had a dream similar to that last night which I will post in my dream journal. Could it be that us guys are yearning to live a life of excitement and adventure, even if it is only in our dreams? Or maybe we just watch too many action movies...
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Post by bewildered on Jan 9, 2011 10:42:43 GMT -6
@lorelei: Yes, I was.
Another dream I had centered around a duel. I had this dream over 20 years ago.
I faced a man in a forest clearing. It seemed to me that we were friends...though quite frankly I didn't recognize him in the slightest. We were embroiled in some sort of conflict, though what that conflict was, I also was clueless about.
I'm not certain that this was a "formal" duel in the sense that it was just he and I, facing each other alone. The sun was setting, as I recall the ambient light was somewhat diffuse. The clearing had a subdued quality all around us.
He was dressed in archaic clothing: a blue surcoat with a white shirt underneath. I seem to recall being dressed in a similar fashion, only my coat was brown and shirt was beige. We both held swords in our hands...similar to 17th century cavalry sabers, as I recall. Light, balanced weapons designed to be used from horseback.
He began to press the attack, and it was quite clear to me that he was far more skilled than I. The feints and parries were beginning to wear on me as he seemed to anticipate my every move...and it was all I could do to prevent him from running me through.
As I prepared to mount an attack of my own, everything around me suddenly turned red. It was at this point that I woke up.
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Post by skywalker on Jan 9, 2011 14:21:26 GMT -6
That's not good...things turning red might have meant that he killed you dead. It's a good thing you woke up. I seem to have a lot of dreams about duals also, not with swords but with guns, like it's a shootout. In my dreams I always beat the guy to the draw and I'm about to shoot him but the darned trigger won't pull. Now matter how hard I squeeze it just won't work. I wonder if our lady friends here ever dream about fights or violence?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2011 16:02:06 GMT -6
That's not good...things turning red might have meant that he killed you dead. It's a good thing you woke up. I seem to have a lot of dreams about duals also, not with swords but with guns, like it's a shootout. In my dreams I always beat the guy to the draw and I'm about to shoot him but the darned trigger won't pull. Now matter how hard I squeeze it just won't work. I wonder if our lady friends here ever dream about fights or violence? I dream about fights and violence too sometimes skywalker. I've had dreams of physical fights and also gun fights with my old enemies from back in high school... one morning, a couple of years ago, I woke up having punched the wall as hard as I could... the pain was what woke me up you see... lol... When I was looking up guns on the dream dictionary last night for your other dream, it also offered another alternative meaning for guns... especially mis-firing guns. It can signify a subconscious feeling of impotence according to psychologists. Leave it to those Freudian peoples to come up with that one, huh?
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Post by harmony on Jan 9, 2011 20:51:30 GMT -6
Every dream or vision I have ever experienced is most certainly in my mind, for that is where the doorway opens to. My perspective concerning dreams has changed over time to reflect my understanding of my mind and how it works. While I have questions pertaining to the purpose of dreaming and what it might signify, I'm pretty sure what it is. It is input from the mind itself, experiences that trickle to the conscious in a fragmentary and incomplete fashion. So beautifully written. Certainly so much of who we really are is in our own minds, hearts, and souls.
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Post by bewildered on Jan 11, 2011 5:48:31 GMT -6
I will relate a dream I experienced a few times during my teens. Unlike my most lucid and compelling dreams, this one occurred overnight.
I found myself in the company of a small gathering of people, all chatting amicably in the dimly-lit sitting room of a Victorian-style house. As usual, I recognized none of the faces in the small groups of people arrayed in front of me. I stood slightly apart from the rest, standing near a window and a small, decorative lamp that was providing some of the light in the cavernous room.
I noted another solitary figure in the room posed in a comfortable Edwardian armchair. She was reserved in her demeanor, a tall, pale, blonde haired woman. She wore a rather plain gray dress buttoned up to her neckline, reminiscent of an old-fashioned School Marm. She wore her hair pulled up and swept back from her face, which seemed cast of china or porcelain in the soft lighting of the room. Her face was difficult to read...though I did sense something amiss in her eyes. She was the hostess of this gathering, and this was her house. That much I was certain of.
At some point she rose from her chair, and announced to everyone that she would return shortly. My attention was riveted on this woman as she strode out of the sitting room and into the pitch-black hallway beyond...she seemed to melt into the darkness. A growing sense of unease began to arrest my awareness as I could feel something in the air...some kind of energy, a warping pulse. Suddenly I was able to see her as she came to came to a stop some distance down that hallway, and watched as she turned around to face the sitting room, looking at the people gathered there. Despite her doing this, she seemed to not notice me watching her. Our eyes never met.
She started walking back in our direction. As she did, something strange began to happen to her. She seemed to grow in size, and as she did, her body began to become indistinct...black in hue, almost as if it were living shadow. Although it seemed impossible to my eyes, this thing was darker than the darkness that surrounded it, as if it were unlight.
As this change took place, her eyes, an intense icy blue before, began to change as well. The irises turned as black as the thing's form, and the whites began to glow with an orange light. I could see fangs in the face where the mouth should be...a stark white against the blackness of night. As I cried out in alarm, this thing rushed with blazing speed down the remainder of the hallway and leapt into the very center of the people gathered in the sitting room...
I grabbed hold of the people closest to me and fell backwards into the lamp behind me. It was all I could do, because this thing was tearing into the other people with a speed I could not track with my eyes. It moved like a big cat, pouncing and shredding with those awful fangs. I will spare the glory details of what I saw in this sitting room. It all happened so very quickly, I barely had time to register the people it was killing before I heard the crash of glass behind me, and noticed that the lamp had fallen into and through the window on the wall. It was a way out, and I screamed at the top of my lungs for the people near me to jump through it. I led them out...
...and I found myself running with a group of about 4 other people on the street of a suburban neighborhood at night. There were streetlights, but the light behaved in an odd fashion. The light was finite and limited in what it illuminated, almost as if they were spotlights shining on a small portion of the sidewalk. It was very dark, but I could see our way very clearly. It caught up to us as we ran. The person in the rear of our group screamed as it tore them in half...
...and then I found myself running with the survivors across a baseball field. We were running across the diamond when an old man appeared near the dugout behind us. He was somewhat bent with age, with long wispy hair and a long, scraggly beard. He was saying something to us and the people behind me stopped to turn and face him...and once again I felt that "wrong" feeling, some kind of disturbance in the air. I cried out for them to run...that it was a trap...but they did not listen to me. As I turned away to run, I saw what happened. The old man became the killing machine, and in less than two seconds cut down the rest of the people that had been with me.
It was coming for me. For whatever reason, it saved me for last. It was impossibly fast and caught up to me with great loping strides, and as it leaped on me, the last thing I saw were the blazing eyes and glistening white fangs. That was when I woke up.
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Post by bewildered on Jan 12, 2011 2:16:58 GMT -6
That's not good...things turning red might have meant that he killed you dead. It's a good thing you woke up. I have "died" in dreams before. I'm quite certain in that particular dream sequence, that's exactly what happened: he killed me. He was a very skilled swordsman. However, this begs the question: who is "me" anyway? This seems to be as fluid as water in a stream when you are dealing with things of the mind and especially dreams. This touches upon matters of identity and what that also really means...or at least, what we think it means. That sounds familiar. I have tried to run in some dreams only to feel like I was trying to swim through a pond of quick-drying concrete; my legs felt as heavy as adolescent elephants. I meant to respond to this earlier: There is no question that beneath the veneer of modern existence the hunter and the gatherer is still alive and well; this human would feel more at home in a environment where fight or flight were a response to a prowling smilodon (saber-toothed tiger) instead of a frustrated reaction to mindless, pointless jobs where we slave away in order to perpetuate a mindless, pointless existence spent serving the needs of those who control the purse-strings. The stress of dealing with a jerk wad boss is the same stress our ancestors faced when they discovered that their brother or uncle was attacked and killed by a predator (that smilodon) or rival group of humans. The difference between us now and us then is elementary: our ancestors could take appropriate action to adequately respond to fight or flight...we, however, do not have such options available to us. Nevertheless, we are the same now as we were then. It sucks, really.
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Post by skywalker on Jan 12, 2011 7:25:32 GMT -6
I agree totally. The only thing we hunt and gather now is money, and the only predators chasing after us are bill collectors and politicians. Life has gotten so mundane and boring that we have to create dramatic stressful situations (movies and television) in order to satisfy the primal human within us. Maybe that is why we spend so much time on the internet chasing UFOs and government conspiracies...we yearn for excitement and adventure.
(Personally, I would rather deal with a smilodon than a politician. At least I know the smilodon has a heart.)
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Post by bewildered on Jan 12, 2011 7:53:41 GMT -6
I agree totally. The only thing we hunt and gather now is money, and the only predators chasing after us are bill collectors and politicians. Life has gotten so mundane and boring that we have to create dramatic stressful situations (movies and television) in order to satisfy the primal human within us. Maybe that is why we spend so much time on the internet chasing UFOs and government conspiracies...we yearn for excitement and adventure. (Personally, I would rather deal with a smilodon than a politician. At least I know the smilodon has a heart.) If you consider the effect that television and media have had (and are having) on the cognitive process of the human mind, then it isn't too hard to understand why people seem to be having an increasingly difficult time distinguishing between fantasy and reality. It's due to internalization, an immersion in subjective model-building and the perception-generating consequence this has. External consideration is replaced by internal conceptualization, and while a measure of this is healthy and even a necessary function of the conscious, it goes too far. Another consequence of this imbalance is a most curious side effect that many people engage in: they limit their awareness to a near zero-point threshold, occupying themselves with the immediate gratification of their wants and desires, and looking to the "future" so excessively that they utterly miss the "now." The relationship between us and a smilodon is pretty clear; the politician, however, is more manipulative and deceptive. He will slip a knife into your back as soon as your attention strays from him.
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Post by lois on Jan 13, 2011 0:44:18 GMT -6
Bewildered........This sounds like a similar dream I had not too long ago. I never post those terrifying ones. I figured folks would think my mind had something wrong with it. Everywhere I went in this dream there this ugly being was, more like a demon movie.
I do not dream of Aliens ever only this sort of thing. All mixed up and confusing. When I wake up I turned on a light and sit there for a long while. I don't want to continue this night mare. Have you ever did that?
Go back to sleep and the dream seem to continue?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2011 1:01:24 GMT -6
Bewildered........This sounds like a similar dream I had not too long ago. I never post those terrifying ones. I figured folks would think my mind had something wrong with it. Everywhere I went in this dream there this ugly being was, more like a demon movie. I do not dream of Aliens ever only this sort of thing. All mixed up and confusing. When I wake up I turned on a light and sit there for a long while. I don't want to continue this night mare. Have you ever did that? Go back to sleep and the dream seem to continue? Lois I've had those dreams before sometimes lois. I always get up and have a cigarette, watch a few youtube videos or something to keep from going back to the nightmare. The same goes with lucid dreams or sleep paralysis. If it happens once, it can happen multiple times in one night.
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Post by bewildered on Nov 6, 2011 10:04:40 GMT -6
It's been quite some time since I last visited this thread. Since I'm on a roll today, I figured I would take advantage of my glibness and describe more of the unusual and powerful dreams I have had.
The following dream was one I experienced repeatedly, whenever our family went to visit my maternal grandmother in-between the countless moves we made here and there. Her house was very old, like many are in that region of New England. The forests surrounding her house were positively ancient, littered with arrowheads and other artifacts from Native American tribes who once called those lands their home long ago.
It was always the same. I found myself approaching the top of the staircase on the second story. There was a quality to the very air around me...as if it were alive somehow. I looked down and saw the lady in white standing at the landing, looking up at me. That's what she was: the lady in white. She glowed softly, as if illuminated by an inner light. Her robes were the purest white imaginable, shining by virtue of her aura.
I wanted to go to her so I jumped into the air, sailing slowly down the stairs to her. I was flying, not walking. The dream ends when I reach her at the bottom of the stairs.
There was a dream that visited me often in my youth, independent of where we were in the world (some, like the one above, only happened when I slept in a certain place such as my grandmother's house). It was a most unusual dream as it was so vivid yet utterly surreal. The memory of it has never left me.
As I fall asleep I feel odd, as if I am floating. Things start happening as I become aware of colored mists swirling before my eyes. Blues, greens, and reds all flow around me, gradually clearing to reveal that I am laying still, floating through a tremendous cavern. Eventually I emerge into a most curious landscape, the likes of which escape words to describe.
I see a sky of the most pastel blue I have ever seen; I see grass that is greener than any grass I have known all passing far below me. I begin to see a road of some kind emerging from the horizon...and then, from the distance of that horizon the most incredible city I have ever seen becomes discernible. It seems to be made of a shining material...not dazzlingly bright, but like the lady in white, illuminated from a light within. I float over the city slowly. That is the last thing I remember before waking up.
This next dream is most unusual. It only occurred once - however, it left such a strong and lasting impression upon me, I remember it as if it were only yesterday.
I was sitting with a man at a table. He was a well-dressed man, perhaps in his early 60s, and struck me as someone's grandfather, perhaps. He had short, silvery hair.
On the table in front of me was a huge book, opened to perhaps the middle of the volume. He was speaking to me as I looked at the pages, reading the text and looking at the images. It was so strange...the text was constantly changing in front of my eyes, and the pictures weren't pictures at all, but actual live images. They were images of a living star in space.
That wasn't all. Our surroundings were constantly changing, too. At one moment we were in a ski lodge...at another, in a library. One of the shifting surroundings was so weird, I have no words to describe it.
There were people around us as well...and they changed when our surroundings did. The only constant was myself, this man, the fact we were sitting at a table, and that book. He was speaking to me, as I said, only I don't remember much of what he said. I only recall that what he was telling me, he said I would forget. It was a strange dream.
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Post by paulette on Nov 6, 2011 10:53:12 GMT -6
This dream struck me as very wonderful. I could imagine making a movie and portraying this scene. It reminded me so much of the ocassional dreams that I had in which (in the dream) I was aware that I was with a shapeshifter. I knew that the person was not who they appeared to be even though they looked very much like them. We now have had these images (of shapeshifters) in our everyday entertainment (the young woman played by Jodie Foster's father in Contact), the malevolent shifters in Fringe (TV show). But my shifter dreams came before these entertainment images.
In my dreams, the individual had not come to fool me but to get past my fears.
You said, "I only recall that what he telling me, he said I would forget." Maybe forget for awhile but I have doubt that the information you learned is in your mind and that it will do SOMETHING there - you will have need for it and retreive it or it will change you in subtle ways.
I was told once in a dream by a voice (that I have talked about here): "You will forget all this. But remember this - get back to Canada." Since I had been to Canada and didn't really see myself returning (by myself) this seemed unlikely. But the idea grew and I sold everything, saved some money and set out (oh and I had just learned, at the age of 27) to drive so I had to buy a car and then drive alone from Texas to Canada. I have never regretted being encouraged in this direction. I have two children, neither of whom had to go to war. I saw the "vanishing wilderness" from a fishing boat - we anchored and explored areas that are unreachable by any other means. I found at the ripe age of 58 a life partner who cherishes me. He is a wonderful person and I know I am lucky. And in the right place at the right time. So hold on to the concept that the dream info will show up at some point. PS. In the dream that I was told I would not remember, there was a beach full of logs and I was so happy. Since I had been on beaches full of logs during my earlier short stay and was not enchanted with the beach or the logs I couldn't figure out - why the bliss? 13 years later, I was walking over some logs with my son to go surfing - I happened to look down at my feet (which I believe I had done in the dream) and suddenly I remembered the dream and waking up inexplicably happy. I looked at my son, the surf breaking waiting for us and I smiled and smiled.
One more PS. This dream was not interpreted by me as anything to do with aliens. I thought it was more my "oversoul" if you like. However I do remember that I woke up and thought that the room was full of orange light. (I was not living under a street lamp.) (there was no orange light).
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Post by bewildered on May 2, 2013 15:33:17 GMT -6
Ah...I managed to locate my original dream thread. It is interesting how our most compelling dreams reside so clearly in our memories...my description of the Destroyer dream in auntym's thread closely parallels what I wrote in this one quite some time ago.
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Post by bewildered on Aug 16, 2013 5:42:23 GMT -6
Consciousness is a mysterious experience, so it follows that dreams can be difficult to understand. Of the various theories regarding dreams - from Freud's "unconscious wish-fulfillment" to more sophisticated notions that dreams represent our effort to work on issues in our lives - one thing is abundantly clear: our brains are very active while we dream. My dreams typically have little relevance in relation to my waking life - seriously, who has to run from shapeless alien horrors during their day? - so I wonder about the strangest ones I have. I seem to only remember my dreams when I happen to sleep during the hours of sunlight, though there have been rare occasions when I remember one I had at night. I've consciously manipulated some of them, or more oddly, woke up in the midst of one, then decided to fall back asleep and continue having it. That's been successful every time I remember it happening, which makes absolutely no sense at all.
In one dream, I found myself levitating in the air as I was walking through a shopping mall. It was a bit frustrating since when I levitated, I couldn't move - I just hung there suspended in space. At one point I levitated so high that I was touching the skylights on the ceiling of the mall itself. I decided that I wanted a change of scenery, so I transported myself to a football field outside of the mall. I also wanted to fly, so instead of simply levitating, I started flying...but it was too slow! I increased the speed, and as I flew over the highway and all of the cars below, I looked to my left and saw the landscape of a dream I used to have over and over again as a young child: a suburban yard realm complete with sandboxes, clothes lines, and kids toys strewn all over grassy backyards (it was the 1970s when we still had such things). In my youthful dream, I would jump in the air and sail for what seemed to be miles over that landscape, and as I did it eventually gave way to grassy hills and hardwood forest. I wanted to do that again, so I placed myself at the starting point. Instead of jumping, though, I launched myself directly into a very strange-looking sky because I wanted to discover what was beyond the boundaries of this dream. As I streaked past the clouds I could hear strange music and people talking from every direction under the wind whistling in my ears. I kept going until I woke up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 13:11:16 GMT -6
Consciousness is a mysterious experience, so it follows that dreams can be difficult to understand. Of the various theories regarding dreams - from Freud's "unconscious wish-fulfillment" to more sophisticated notions that dreams represent our effort to work on issues in our lives - one thing is abundantly clear: our brains are very active while we dream. My dreams typically have little relevance in relation to my waking life - seriously, who has to run from shapeless alien horrors during their day? - so I wonder about the strangest ones I have. I seem to only remember my dreams when I happen to sleep during the hours of sunlight, though there have been rare occasions when I remember one I had at night. I've consciously manipulated some of them, or more oddly, woke up in the midst of one, then decided to fall back asleep and continue having it. That's been successful every time I remember it happening, which makes absolutely no sense at all. I've had dreams like that too BW- dreams which continued after I woke up then fell asleep again. I don't get them often but I had them a lot- especially when I was younger. In one dream, I found myself levitating in the air as I was walking through a shopping mall. It was a bit frustrating since when I levitated, I couldn't move - I just hung there suspended in space. At one point I levitated so high that I was touching the skylights on the ceiling of the mall itself. You have just described a recurring dream I used to have when I was a teenager... it was almost always in a shopping mall too... I decided that I wanted a change of scenery, so I transported myself to a football field outside of the mall. I also wanted to fly, so instead of simply levitating, I started flying...but it was too slow! I increased the speed, and as I flew over the highway and all of the cars below, I looked to my left and saw the landscape of a dream I used to have over and over again as a young child: a suburban yard realm complete with sandboxes, clothes lines, and kids toys strewn all over grassy backyards (it was the 1970s when we still had such things). In my youthful dream, I would jump in the air and sail for what seemed to be miles over that landscape, and as I did it eventually gave way to grassy hills and hardwood forest. I wanted to do that again, so I placed myself at the starting point. Instead of jumping, though, I launched myself directly into a very strange-looking sky because I wanted to discover what was beyond the boundaries of this dream. As I streaked past the clouds I could hear strange music and people talking from every direction under the wind whistling in my ears. I kept going until I woke up. Wow... that's incredible! I wish I were better at dream interpretation though...
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Post by lois on Aug 17, 2013 22:49:51 GMT -6
Bewildered. How did you increase your speed while being levitated? Wondered so I could compare it to my levitation dreams. I was first levitated in a dream as early as five years old. I often wonder how many members here do dream they are levitated off the ground. It may be we have it in common for some reason. I would go up to the ceiling at home as a child in one reoccurring dream while my family carried on like I was not there at all. I would walk up the wall also sometimes and hang out in the corner.
Sounds like some kind of anxiety dream to me. Having to get away from a horrible situation in my life. I did have a lot of missing times when I would do this in a dream.
I do not have a dream thread. I read a dream from a member and if it is similar to mine I may post. You are being chased a number of times in dreams you have posted. I think maybe most people do. I know sky runs from sharks in his dreams. I use to run from a boxer dog as a child and one time he actually tore my arm off.
I too have had where the good guy turns into a demon. Disguised beings or sometimes objects which change or come to life in some way. Our minds carry such distortions. I never watch horror flicks then or now. I never watch si fi movies, as my mind can conjure up this sort of stuff on its own.
thanks for posting these dreams. I feel I'm not alone. I once told my doctor. He said do not mention the dreams to family members which you have told me about as they were family who became evil in a dream. I never did.
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Post by bewildered on Aug 18, 2013 3:12:39 GMT -6
Bewildered. How did you increase your speed while being levitated? Wondered so I could compare it to my levitation dreams. I was first levitated in a dream as early as five years old. I often wonder how many members here do dream they are levitated off the ground. It may be we have it in common for some reason. I would go up to the ceiling at home as a child in one reoccurring dream while my family carried on like I was not there at all. I would walk up the wall also sometimes and hang out in the corner. I decided to fly instead. I knew I was dreaming, so I wanted to see how much I could control by thinking differently. Probably the most significant conscious control element was changing my location in the dream by simply wanting to go there. Probably so, Lois, but why do my dreams have to be like a weird science fiction movie? I rarely ever recall familiar faces (the people in my dreams are typically strangers) or recognize my surroundings. I had a series of dreams in which I was killed. These weren't recurring, but they remain rather vivid in my memory despite happening decades ago. I had one similar to your dream about being attacked by a Boxer, only mine involved a pit terrier. It tore my right forearm literally apart. In another one, I was impaled by a sword. I was also shot several times. As strange as most of my dreams are, they don't frighten me. This might be because of a childhood spent having nightmares virtually every night (my mother tells me that I would wake up screaming and crying from the age of two until I was five). The dreams that affect me the most are the ones which involve people that I recognize from my past. I would rather deal with a bizarre alien destroyer than revisit unresolved pain and anguish. Some dreams are not meant to be shared with others, Lois. Your doctor gave you good advice.
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Post by lois on Aug 19, 2013 21:32:07 GMT -6
Bewildered.. I have a question for you every since you came to TEOR. I always get members mixed up. I will remember a post but not who posted it. On Mufonia or ufomania I did not know how to download a avatar, then someone helped me out and give me a avatar. I believe it was you. It was of the cosmos with a rocket ship in it. Was that you? I remember it was you .. I think!! It was back when I thought you were a girl. I remember it being some one I thought was a girl and was not. So you see you were not the only one. Always my mistake by not checking profiles . Madge and you I confused. But I do not remember her member name. I guess I need to know about people I share with and talk to. In a way, I would make a completely different post in some cases. Now back to dreams. I'm so sorry you had all those bad dreams as a child. I think children can remember dreams when they wake but some children may not remember bad dreams. I had a normal childhood with no trauma. Only the contact with beings telepathically . It scared me to death as I did not know who or what it was doing it. Missing time at 6 years old, but don't remember any ship. This hidden trauma could be why I had nightmares constantly. I never woke my parents about any dreams ever. Only the contact. No one could figure out what was wrong with me. That started at twelve years old. I seen one space ship at 4 years old, then a large cigar shape over my house a couple of years later. Not too much trauma as I did not know either of them was not from this planet. But I did have nightmares more than my siblings. You mention dying in dreams. Yes I died in a few dreams different ways. One a arrow from an attack on at weigh station. I remember riding in the stagecoach, then sitting with other people that I did not know. I was 17 I remember that very clearly for some reason. The arrow went through my chest and pinned me to the wall. Every thing went black but I could hear voices for a few seconds only. Now I was a tomboy and I played cowboys with the boys in the neighborhood as there were no girls but it would not of made any difference if there was girls I would of played with the boys. I wanted to be a boy for years.. Have you ever dreamed seeing half human half animals in your dreams? I did clear up into middle age. I thought maybe my missing times which could of been time spent with aliens cause it. As they were not like us and in some state my mind may of interpret they were animal. As I fear praying mantis since childhood. It has always been their face. I was scared of anything with that type of looks. Like the Edsel car vent in front which appeared to be elongated eyes to me. I would not look at them. Now this was in high school, not as a small child that the Edsel came out. You are about the only person on here I have not asked. I do believe this type of dream can be interpreted. Never could find it in a dream book as I check all the library books out in my 20s at our local library. My one dream was in a book .. Lady Godiva, I was her riding on a white horse with hair to the ground. Riding home and going to the backdoor of our house. The white horse broke in the door. then the stairs to the basement then the old coalroom door and every wall down there. . Yes that was in the book almost with identical detail. So strange now. I forgot what it meant. You are the first person I have told this dream to. A nude woman. I did not want to post it.
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Post by bewildered on Aug 21, 2013 0:05:11 GMT -6
Bewildered.. I have a question for you every since you came to TEOR. I always get members mixed up. I will remember a post but not who posted it. On Mufonia or ufomania I did not know how to download a avatar, then someone helped me out and give me a avatar. I believe it was you. It was of the cosmos with a rocket ship in it. Was that you? I remember it was you .. I think!! I think it was. No, I can't say that I have had that sort of imagery in my dreams. A person might morph (change) into something else - like the woman into the Destroyer - but certainly nothing recognizable from waking life. I was terrified of the humidifier that my mother left in my room. I wasn't two years old at the time (and still in a crib), but I do possess rather clear memories of that. I can't really explain why it scared me like it did, only that something about it seemed sinister to me. As for me, I don't bother with attempting to interpret my dreams, because no one really understands what they mean in the first place. In order to actually understand what the imagery signifies, you would have to understand the entire process involved in dreaming. I have a vivid imagination, so I figure that my sci-fi dreams are a result of that. Well Lois, sorry to say it, but we were all born naked, and the silly part of it is, we're still naked under our clothes!
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Post by bewildered on Sept 8, 2013 13:16:24 GMT -6
I'm not sure what I'd do if I stopped having strange dreams; perhaps I would start having "normal" ones. Can someone tell me precisely what constitutes a "normal" dream in the first place? I don't know if I've ever experienced one. The oddest dreams happen when I fall asleep in a chair or take an impromptu nap - yesterday was just such an occasion. I found myself in a crowded kitchen surrounded by familiar faces...yes, one of those very rare dreams populated by people I know...and it was bustling with activity. The oven was occupied, people were playing cards on a table, and my aunts and uncles were standing around talking. The atmosphere was brighter than usual, and I was bored. I discovered that I could move a hand-held electronic mixer (the kind you'd use to mix batter in a bowl) on the counter by the sink with my thoughts, and cause the electric motor to start running even though it wasn't plugged in to an outlet. At the same time, I made a wad of steel wool by the sink orbit the mixer. For some reason it began spinning so fast that it started making a very strange noise. A hand-held vacuum...a metal mixing bowl (that started spinning too, emitting a very odd noise)...a metal pepper dispenser...if it wasn't an electronic gadget, it would spin, and if it was an appliance with an electric motor, the motor would engage and oscillate like it was on steroids. Somehow I ended up outside the kitchen with the door closed behind me (I had the impression that my relatives weren't pleased with my activities), and even though I wasn't actually in the room, I could "see" the things I had been (and were still) manipulating. In retaliation for being booted out, I decided I would have all of those objects stick to the door on the other side. I woke up before my "revenge" was complete.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 15:19:06 GMT -6
Interesting. . . . I also have dreams about moving things with my mind. Did this just start for You? Nothing that complex, but my first dreams were of a rudimentary nature . Now when I have these type of dreams I am fighting someone/something, and my moving things has a purpose in the fight.
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Post by bewildered on Sept 8, 2013 16:15:41 GMT -6
I haven't had this kind of dream before, though it does seem to fit the lucid dreaming profile: intentionally manipulating the dream environment instead of being subject to it. I guess this would fit with the flying, jumping, and warping dreams where I fool around with the "laws" of physics in the dream. Considering the sort of dreams I've had over the years, I think they all fit within the following types:
1. Passive observer/emotional tragedy and loss dream. Always involves people that I know presently or in the past. 2. Lucid dream where I fool around with the dream itself intentionally. Very rarely includes people that I know. 3. Vivid dream where I am pursued and usually fight. Always populated with strangers. 4. Bizarre dream that involves conversations with people I can't remember, objects like books with shifting text, and very weird landscapes. 5. Science fiction dreams that I wish I could recall clearly (and write books about). One involved people from my life.
Those five basic types cover everything.
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Post by bewildered on Sept 8, 2013 16:18:11 GMT -6
Nothing that complex, but my first dreams were of a rudimentary nature . Now when I have these type of dreams I am fighting someone/something, and my moving things has a purpose in the fight. Hmmm...all you would need is a lightsaber, then. Use the force, jcurio!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 21:04:54 GMT -6
I haven't had this kind of dream before, though it does seem to fit the lucid dreaming profile: intentionally manipulating the dream environment instead of being subject to it. I guess this would fit with the flying, jumping, and warping dreams where I fool around with the "laws" of physics in the dream. Considering the sort of dreams I've had over the years, I think they all fit within the following types: 1. Passive observer/emotional tragedy and loss dream. Always involves people that I know presently or in the past. 2. Lucid dream where I fool around with the dream itself intentionally. Very rarely includes people that I know. 3. Vivid dream where I am pursued and usually fight. Always populated with strangers. 4. Bizarre dream that involves conversations with people I can't remember, objects like books with shifting text, and very weird landscapes. 5. Science fiction dreams that I wish I could recall clearly (and write books about). One involved people from my life. Those five basic types cover everything. I know how that goes. Usually when I have lucid dreams or sleep paralysis (they feel the same but in paralysis I can't move and sometimes can't even open my eyes) I don't see or hear people I know...
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