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I have a recurring dream that I've had since my childhood. We had a pond in our neighborhood that all the kids used to swim in. On occassion, we'd see a snake. Whoever saw it first would shout "snake" and everyone would get out and we'd go do something else. I have a horrid fear of snakes.
In my dream my age changes, sometimes I'm 7, sometimes I'm 15...it varies. But I'm always swimming alone...and I hear someone shout "snake" I rush to the shore...my legs dragging through the water very slowly, like thick mud...I get to the ponds edge and try to climb out...The edge is muddy. I slide back in. I look back...The snake is closing in. I finally pull myself out and start to try to run....I fall. Covered in mud, knees bleeding and caked with gravel, I look over my shoulder. The snake is on shore. He then takes another form. This is the foggiest part of the dream...Things in my dreams never have faces....it can be hard to tell if something is human or not...He seems human and he starts to run at me...I start crawling so fast that I am eventually standing and running and then
I wake up.
I get chased quite a bit in my nightmares. Often I am being chase down an endless stairwell....I'm running so fast that my legs just kind of fly out to my side and I am left just holding on to the banister as I slide/fly down....I fly a lot....

A dream I used to have a lot when I was a kid but thankfully not now . I am about 10 years old and I decide to go to my bedroom for a toy without turning on the lights. I get to my room, pick up the toy I want and then the hairs prick up on the back of my neck. I slowly turn around and there, in the doorway is a dark, blurred figure with one tiny red light where his eyes would be. Its him, it is the beast . . . . .




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When I was very young, I remember a recurring dream where I am in an unfamiliar house. I go into a room and there is a strange man dressed kind of like a clown. He has a wart on his arm and as I draw closer the wart suddenly grows into a huge scary monster while the clown man laughs maniacally. That's when I wake up.

When I was a little older I had another recurring dream and it was one that for a while I didn't know if it really happened or not. I would be sleeping in my room and wake up and have to go pee. I would walk into the bathroom very groggy with the only light coming from a small night light. I lift the toilet seat and begin to do my business. As I look up a pair of evil eyes belonging to the Beast suddenly appear and glare at me! So I react as one just horrified would... pissing all over everything. LOL!!!

The only recurring dream I have had since being graduated from college and working has been that I dream I never really finished my schooling. I will dream that I realize I was enrolled in several classes and had forgotten and now the finals are upon me and I'm totally unprepared. I *really* hated college and especially tests. You can't imagine the relief I feel when I wake up from that one and know that I'm finally finished with having to take them.

I also fly a lot. I'll run down the sidewalk, getting up some speed I guess, then launch into the air and soar around the neighborhood, skimming over houses and trees. Then I touch down and take off again...it's neat to dream of flying.

One dream that always stand out is one where I am on a hillside in warm sunmmertime, enjoying the breeze until...until I hear a screeching kind of noise, then...over the hilltop comes huge hairy legs followed by the body of an enormous tarantula! I run down the hill, shouting, "I won't hurt you! I won't hurt you!" but my legs feel like they're moving through thick molasses. The spider gets closer and closer then I wake up. Thank God! Once, the last time I dreamed this one, I eventually stopped running and the spider stopped too. I softly said, " It's ok, I won't hurt you." as I stroked the fur on its front legs. ~shivver~

I also have had dreams of entering dark spaces. One I open an attic crawl-space door and reach in to pull myself up, only to be stung or bitten by something! I wake up terrified and one of my arms is numb! lol!

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I've had a couple of weird dreams...

One night I dreamed that there were Gremlins chasing my family. We were in my dad's clothing store and there were lots of places for them to hide, they kept popping out of everything. The strangest thing about this dream is that I probably woke up from it about 4 or 5 times but everytime I went back to sleep the dream would just continue from where it left off. I've never had anything like that happen before or since.

The second one left me with the willies for days. Supposedly you should never be able to die in a dream, well, I did. We were walking on a dam and there was a fugitive loose in the area. As we walked up to the edge somone behind us yelled and as we turned around he shot me in the chest. I staggered back and fell over the edge of the damn onto the rocks below. I can remember laying there on the rocks with scenes of my life flashing before me, they slowly got more dim until eventually I felt my heart stop and things went dark. I woke up from that dream, jumped out of bed, looked at my chest, and seeing nothing there I let out a huge sigh of relief. I think that was the most realistic dream I've ever had.

Of course, there was the night I dreamed I was eating flannel cakes and when I woke up my pillow was gone.

when i sleep, i sleep... since my sleep schedule is about 14 hours sleeping after 50 hours awake... i usually have all my subconscious thoughts out by the time i go to bed

There is one that I had ever since I watched the cult classic Akira when I was about 5.

I dream that I'm a scientist (that's scary enough!), playing around with this orange goopish stuff. Alot of it is hazy, but somehow it starts to grow, and it grows and grows and grows until it engulfs the earth. People get swallowed up by it, and it holds you there, you can see, but you can't hear, or feel, or taste. And it slowly digests you (AKA: Sarlacc, Star Wars) over a long period, and it takes away everything that makes you you, until you just become a part of it, and it is all there is, and it is all that matters.

I had one dream that screwed me up real good for a day or two.

It happened about a two days after I just started going out with a new girlfriend. The dream started with me being chased down my street by police, being tacked to the ground and arrested. I get locked for several hours then I find myself in court. It turns out I'm on tiral for raping my new girlfriend. No matter what I say or do, no one can hear me. I can do nothing but sit their a watch the lies convict me. I get carried out of court in hand cuffs which is when I woke up.

Suffice to say, that dream scared the shit out of me. The relationship didn't last that long either. Everything just seemed too weird after that so I decided to end it.

Actually, you are dreaming about what you are thinking prior before you fall asleep. So when you are lying in bed, your thinking, and usually it's about something that happened that day or in relation to that week. So remember that when you go to sleep the next time. Think of someting positive! And no flying isn't a wet dream sorry. I've studied subconsiousness reactions before and flying is a fluent one although I don't normally fly in my dreams like I did in my childhood. It is really realistic isn't it though?

Ok now to my nightmares. I had a tornado expirience when I was 5 and living in tampa florida (yea, a tornado in florida, seriously) touching down in the CITY not the sub-devisions. I was with my mom when she was working in a skyscraper in which a 15 year old flew a plane into a few mounths ago. I have had nightmares about several tornados touching down near my home and closing in on me.

Very rarely I have apocolyptic dreams. Thats right, I dream of the end of the world. I have always had a fascination for the apocolypse. Even though I'm atheist, I like to read revelation. And I love to watch apocolyptic movies as well. I'll be dreaming that I am inside my house and then I walk out and the world is in ruins. They color scheme is a gradient of yellow and black. The clouds are a dark yellow and the sky is black. And everywhere I turn there are people with long black hair and black cloaks on. Like minions or druids of hell, walking around and killing life. Then I walk across the tormented plains and all around a black fire surrounds the land and withing the heart of that fire I see satan. His face is black as sack cloth (like in revelation) and his eyes as red as blood, and he has 4 horns, 2 near his ears rolling down and 2 slightly above his forehead pointions outward. And he is staring right at me. He too is in a black cloak but it is different from all the others, the end is incredibly long and drags corpses, demons, and souls as he walks. His nails are claws on his scaly hands and he raises fire everywhere around him. And he is coming right at me.

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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
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Man I would like to help you out but I belong to one of the more reclusive groups of people that dont dream and no its not because I don't remember them. My brain doesnøt emit any alpha waves (or something) when I sleep so it's official. Do go on though Iøm always fascinated by other peoples dreams. It sounds like fun.

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Actually, you are dreaming about what you are thinking prior before you fall asleep. So when you are lying in bed, your thinking, and usually it's about something that happened that day or in relation to that week.

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Not necessarily true. Dreams are more or less your brains interpretations of random firings of neurons during REM sleep. these "random" (not 100% random) are linking/strengthening of memories you've experienced throughout the day.. which is why it may seem like you're dreaming about what you're thinking prior to falling asleep, which isn't 100% correct. it isn't 100% wrong either though.

I feel sorry for you fatal, because dreams are one of the best thins you can have, and there is an operation where they add nerves and dendrites to your cerebrum so you can dream. But it is very expensive, 100k I believe.

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hmm..

you can't really add dendrites unless you add the axon, terminal buttons, soma, etc etc etc.. in other words a *complete* neuron.. this isn't a breast implant we're talking about here

is that really possible? i don't think you can add neurons to a brain. even if you did, would the brain accept them as part of itself and allow the network connections needed to transfer info among them with the other neurons already in place? hmm. interesting to say the least.

but its cosmetic surgery, so i'm still against it.

i'll be back later with an iteration of one of my dreams.. but i gotta run off to comp. sci. lecture right now

okey, here goes. needless to say, this one has always creeped and confused the living hell out of me

i'm in a large room, with cardboard boxes as walls.. and i start walking and walking and walking.. turning corners (i imagine it's a maze) so i'm walking around, looking up and down and around and here, there.. everywhere.. for something.. just looking.. so eventually i turn a corner, and i'm looking in a small area with boxes on ever side.. and there is somebody there.. it is usually a person that means a lot to me.. my mother, or one of my sisters.. my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend...), or one of my friends.. so i'll find this person here.. and every person always says the same thing..

"I am but a figment of your thought - I once was here, but now am not."

and then the person slowly fades away.. everything suddenly feels heavy, and i drop to my hands and knees.. and stay in that position for a good five minutes, just breathing heavily. i finally pick myself up and turn around.. and i see the same person i had seen before, but transparent this time (sometimes with angel wings too).. and they say this..

"Those you hold close soon depart; that which you seek is within your heart."

and then i reach for the person but they disappear in a blue flash of light.. so i continue running around the maze of boxes, and finally find my way out of there, and end up in the middle of a forest.. when i see a wolf running at me and then i wake up with a scream in the back of my throat :\ it's a recurring dream too.. theres always a different person each time.. *sigh* it's really weird.

Holy, Fucking, Shit. Raptor thats the best dream I've heard yet! The creepy thing is that its a rucurring one, and its got poetry. Thats just creepy... Sounds like something out of a movie.

Anywayz, I was wondering. When you are dreaming (I am asking for an answere from anyone) do you see very detailed? Like a 256 colored gif or blurry or cartoonish like a 16 color gif, cause I can always tell my dreams apart from consious because they never appear like the way I see things when I am awake. They are distorted and not much detail within depth and such. Does this mean I can't imagine things like other people? Very rarely though I remember doing things and then I remember it was a dream. And I've had one dream that I can remember that I couldn't tell apart from consious untill I was awake. That was when I was 7 and I first saw freddy kreuger ...

Rap, that is pretty tight. Sonds like sometin is looken fer ya yah?

Izzy I swear if you don't lose that sig.... QUIT POSTING! ITS UGLY!

Insider: my dreams are usually pretty clear, sometimes clearer than life itself (then again, my life has always been hazy.. ANYWAYS) but i typically dream in color. if not, its like greyscale but tinted a color - usually yellow.. i remember one dream i had.. i was like.. 9? anyways (it gets weirder from here) i had dreamed that i was a pizza boy, and i had to deliver to this mafia gang's hideout.. so i hopped on my bike, biked over, and delivered the pizza like a good lil pizza boy on the way back though, i'm stopped by this gang (i assume they were enemies of the other one?) so they knock me off my bike, kick my ass for a good 3 minutes.. and here's the weird part..

they put a gun up to my armpit.. i can feel the cold metal as it sends shivers down my arm and side.. then i wake up.. to find that my arm is behind my head, with my armpit leaning against the metal of my bunk bed

izzy - yeah.. all i can really do is hope it doesn't find me. thats why i'm hiding in the asylum

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I rarely have nightmares (a lot of my dreams are violent and disturbing but I'm rarely the victim!!) but the dream that scared me was a form of the Black Dog/hag/night terror/sleep paralysis which some people over the ages have interpreted as some kind of alien abduction/demonic attack (there was a very good program on it the other day). It only happened once but it left an impression.

I basically woke up to find a large Black Dog in the corner of my bed room (I have a largish Black Dog but this one was much larger and much more malevolent) but I was unable to move. In panic I woke up sweating with my heart pounding only to look over to the corner to find the Black Dog still there and I still couldn't move. I then woke up in panic and the dog had gone, I struggled out of bed but came over faint and collapsed on the floor only to wake up in panic in bed. This kept happening again and again Black Dog/fainting then waking in panic. Eventually I woke up to find the Black Dog was pinning me face down in the bed with its hands gripping my upper arms (it had changed into more of a Gigeresque Alien-type creature although I couldn't see its face - changing the whole thing into more of a Hag-like incident). I then kept waking and trying to escape and fainting and waking and being pinned by the Hag until I finally actually woke for real (heart pounding, soaked in sweat, actually out of breath) although it took a while for me to realise I was finally awake. I must have 'woken' about 15-20 times before actually coming around.

As an intereting footnote I found bruises on my upper arms where I was gripped by the Hag although the explanation is that one of my friends was giving me a few friendly punches in the pub or I was actually gripping my own arms in my sleep.

Although it was clearly a dream it has left me much more sympathetic to the claims of 'abductees' and it is clear that the experiences are part of a continuum. I certainly feel sorry for people who suffer from these kind of things on a regular basis and I could imagine such things would turn me into a basket case (esp. if it wasn't as obvious that it was a dream with the continual 'waking').

Emps

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Insyd... what sig? all 3 of em? When ever I start workin on my next one... and finishe it... you will have you wish.

InI: It was a very vivid and intense experience - and exhausting (I felt like I'd run a marathon). I think it is a real pity that the only people who take this kind of thing seriously are your more fringe hypnotic regression people where often the hypnotists expectations and reconceptions can influence and shape the emerging memories of the incident (hence abduction scenarios and satanic child abuse scares - although there are more factors involved). I think we'll only really get to the bottom of this kind of thing when it receives more study from well trained therapists and sleep disorder specialists (which is happening).

I would be interested to hear about your sister's dream.

Its suggested that quite a high proportion of people suffer from such waking dreams but usually don't remember them so watch out!!

Emps

I had a recurring dream when I was a kid...it has since passed but it still kinda creeps me out when I think about it.

(remember, in my dream I'm 7-10 yrs old)
...and I was being chased by two men, I don't know who they are or what they want with me. They are not in any way different or distiguished from any man one is likely to pass on the sidewalk, and they always looked the same...very clear features. I am running through the streets, screaming for help but nobody pays attention. I come to a water tower (a big blue one that is kind of a local landmark...passed it most days on my way to just about anywhere when I was a kid) and start climbing the ladder. They follow me up, and there is a walkway at the top that encircles the big dome. I run around the walkway, but the men are smarter. They split up so eventually one is on one side of me and the other on the other side. I flip out and jump over the guardrail, content to fall at least 35 meters to the street below. Just before I hit the pavement I notice I am about to be hit by a brown stationwagon flying down the street.

I always woke just before being hit by the car.

Scared the piss out of me many many times.

mobrul

i was waking up this morning, smashing my alarm clock, and it reminded me of one of the worst nightmares i've ever had while i was in high school..

i was laying in bed, sleeping.. and the alarm clock goes off.. so i turn it off, and get out of bed, and start running through my daily morning schedule.. shower, eat, and then i'm off to school.. so i arrive at school and sit down for my biology class..

then my alarm clock went off

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Well I had a dream as a kid... I had dreams that my family (father [mother lived in KY], sister, stepmother) and me were going to a move theater to see something, never new what wsa playing, or what kind. But there was always something in it that scared me and I would close my eyes when it came out, most of the time it was a giant spider, but when I closed my eyes, I could still see it as if my eyes were slit. And then I would put my hands over my eyes and I could still see it, as if my hands were just transparent. So then I turn around and the spider is everywhere I look, no matter what.

when i was small i used to dream in black and white, except for an occasional technicolor stereo surround sound dream, so realistic, but, within it, knowing that i am 'awake', at least becoming aware of that fact, as i grew older...the weird thing is, that i felt i was 'living' things that had already happened...had lots of deja vu when i was small and especially in high school, would see, do, hear, or say things i felt i or someone else had already said, like i had heard a particular phrase or conversation before...yeah, weird...now i dream exclusively in color....some so intense that i am wowed by the feelings, taste, smell, touch of it all... and the whole time my mind is aware of my body in bed, but my mind complete awake and alert....

I usually avoid certain topics, for one reason or another, such as the one on Afganistan, etc,and this happens to be on my avoid list..
but, Emps mentioned a dream that is similar to one i have, so here goes:
I have had a recurring dream for many years now, i just had it again last nite, no matter how much time passes since the last time, hmmmmm....
i am lying in bed asleep, and i suddenly become aware that a 'somebody/presence' is very close to me, though i cant see them( i know that it is the same 'person' in each visit); but i Know...my heart starts beating crazily, very fast, erratic. The reason? besides, knowing that thing is there? i am asleep. and within my slumber i have been awoken, my senses are on delta alert; i can 'see' my room, through my mind's eye because i know my real eyes are closed no matter how i try to open them; but i cant move! and i cant bring my body out of its 'sleep state'. i am horrified when i 'see' a blur of something with the semblance of a person dart across my imobile body holding me down, aware that i am trying to wake up...!
See, the thing knows it only has some power over me while i am asleep. and it enjoys the knowledge that i am aware of its presence and that i cant do much to protect myself against it at the moment....
it takes me awhile but i continue struggling to get my body to move until i finally do wake up....but, i am under some sort of haze, the kind u get when u have taken a sleep inducing medication, like when u r going into surgery, u fight falling asleep, and u know u awake, Finally!, but, ur eyelids so heavy, u try to hang on for dear life to keep awake, try to keep moving, as i turn on my bedside lamp, hoping the light will keep me from succumbing, but i cant resist. That is how i know it is not a dream. This is for real. i spend the next hours of the night fighting it, constantly trying to get my body awake, to keep out of the thing's grasp, my senses screaming bloody murder because MY MIND IS COMPLETELY AWARE of Everything!
the thing enjoys my fear, but, it has learned that i am becoming, through the years, less fearful, and more determined to not let it get the better of me. I fight now, fight to get my body to move, no matter how long it takes me to do so. i think it is like being in one of those cases where the person hospitalized for months, sometimes years, in which they are awake, truly, aware of everthing around them, but cannot move their bodies... that is what i can relate to...
anyways, i feel persercuted by this thing, entity, whatever u want to call it. it always happens in bed, always after midnight, always gone by 5am, weird huh? can remember it clearly, every detail, my thoughts at the time, the feelings of dread, of helplessness due to my inability to thwart its mental attack on me when i least expect it... my mind and body physically exhausted....
dream or something else? used to think it was a dream, now i just dont know....

MYSTIKA: Fascinating. In many ways that is scarily similar to my own dream - many parts of it are very familiar to me (that hazy, fainting feeling - exactly like when they put you under and the feeling of malevolence that you can nearly taste). I must say I'm sorry to hear that the dream recurs as that must be an ordeal (some people in the documentary I saw were afraid to go to sleep it happened so often). In cases like this there are often elements that seem to breach the divide between a dreamt experience and a physcial one and in some ways it is as vivid an experience as a 'real' one (if not more so - my memories of my dream are more intense those of an awful lot of events) with equal psychological impact.

Thanks for sharing (I know I thought quite a bit about posting about my dream too as it shares characteristics with some pretty 'unworldy' phenomena),

Emps

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You can't leave us hanging like that....bring it on

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InI: That certainly does sound spooky!!

Its interesting as there are some odd aspects to some of the evidence about these types of dreams - they affect nearly a whole village in Africa and 2 brothers (in Scotland I believe) had the same experience but only when they slept in one certain room. I suspect external factors may influence the timing/content of the dreams but who knows?

Emps

I think its facinating reading the posts, especially from users I've seen here over the last couple years, and for some reason I really believe what they are typing. For myself, I had some messed up dreams. Sometimes I'll dream of doing something stupid and illegal, and wake up just as the consiquenses are hitting me. Sometimes I'll dream of something that makes me happy, and I'll wake up happy and be in a relitively good mood all day. facinating huh? I wonder if scientists will ever learn the specifics with dreams and make tools to gather data. Most memorible for me is dreaming of absolutely nothing, and waking up feeling like I had no sleep, Like I layed down at night, woke up a second later with the sun out.

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I had a nightmare last night and as soon as it woke me up, I wanted to chronicle it here. It wasn't complicated at all. I was in a vault of some government building which I think was the White House and I heard a terrible noise. Then over the intercom a clearly agitated voice said he thought the White House had sustained damage. Then another noise and the voice cried that biological *and* thermonuclear attack had occurred. I was utterly terrified at the news.

It was the first time I've had a nightmare in a very long while. I used to be terribly frightened of nuclear holocaust when I was in junior high school.

I believe I know what caused this episode. First of all, I've noticed that many of my nightmares coincide with me being either too hot or too cold in bed. Last night was unusually hot and I think this was partly my body's attempt at waking me up to remove some of the covers.

Second, I have been listening to an older album by Ultravox called Lament. The main song is about a couple who is dancing their last dance because nuclear destruction is iminent. One of the key lines to the song is that the "voice on the wireless cries again, it's over it's over!".

I can usually correlate most every dream I have to these kinds of stimuli. I wonder if another part of the reason was the fact that I had been reading about nightmares here recently... you never know.

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Bugimus: I know that recent events has notched up the uncertainty and anxiety levels a notch or too - I know I also used to have anxiety dreams around the same time about imminent nuclear holocaust (I think it fed into a general teenage anxiety about death - or perhaps there was something in the air in the mid-eighties!!). I suppose it shouldn't be any suprise that external influences get mixed into dreams (usually remixed by some kind of prankster into unlikely combinations). I've had some pretty odd dreams and there are often elements from the preceding day which have been dragged in.

Emps

C R E E P Y InI.
We had a an abandoned house (not nearly as grand as what you've described) near our house when I was growing up. I think it took 4 years before any of us gathered up enough nerve to actually go inside. There was also a trailer. We went there quite often. I grew up in the country and there wasn't a whole lot to do most of the time. We spent a lot of time "investigating" and trying to figure out who the people were that lived there and what would make them leave so suddenly. Everything was there, food in the fridge, clothes, 2 cars, you name it. I did track one of the residents down. He was a teacher at a local high school. I never had the guts to call and ask him about it.

I don't know if you're near that house now, but I'd love to go back and check it out as an adult and see if holds much of the mystery that it did when you were a child. I did try to go back to that trailer, and it had burned to the ground. The old house also burned down about a week after we first went inside...so I never did get to explore that one much.

Emperor, I think there were plenty of people who thought they were never going to get the chance to grow up during the mid-eighties. In fact, when I think of the whole "punk" movement as a whole, I sum it up with, "nothing really matters because they're going to drop the bomb anyway". A far from noble view, but sincerely and intensely felt by more than a few.

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A friend of mine told me last night that she dreamt all night about vegetable soup, especially vegetable soup spilled on the pavement/sidewalk. She woke up with a stinking hangover and asked her husband what had happened the night before. It then dawned on her that it had been the opening night of her mum and dad's pub and they had been bought drinks all night and much vomitting had ensued - hence the vegetable soup.

I had a dream last night about leaving a bag full of papers, notes, data, etc. on board a train and I was trying desparately to track it down (clearly a rather geeky fear of loosing all one's data - if it isn't backed up in two differernt places it doesn't exist!!).

Emps

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I don't have 'scary' dreams, because I can control my dreams...mostly, I like to fly. Should the dream start to take a 'turn for the worst', I either change the dream, or change the circumstances. I did have an 'out of body' experience once, but that was not a dream, so it doesn't really belong in this thread.

hmm, what an interesting topic.... I wish there was a way to decipher the real meanings of dreams, even if there are external/internal factors that seem to affect or control the outcome and occurance of a dream at all.

I am surprised that there are no nightmares of getting shot or killed by a weapon.... the 'chasing' element has come up in different ways in my dreams. chased underwater, by elephants, by time itself... but i usually get shot or stabbed and have to deal with bleeding and saving yourself....

What about fighting? in the same sense of getting 'stuck' in glue while running, anything i attempt to do in dreams seems to get 'stuck' (like my fists to fight back)

I wonder what it all means.

I did have a recurring nightmare but I am not so sure i can write it out convincingly...
thanks for sharing,
.frihani

"For one word a man is often deemed to be wise, and for one word he is often deemed to be foolish. We should be careful indeed what we say." - Confucious

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I had a dream once. It was so real, I nearly had a heart attack in my sleep. Well, here goes.

I was strapped into a chair, looking out he window at the Leviathan. It just sat there, silently. The dark told me to fly, so I flew into the deep. The deep went on forever, and as I fell, time seemed to slow down. I fell into the black for eternity, and in the deepest crevice of the dark, I saw the world. Not Earth, and yet Earth. Not as it is today. There were only the fading remnants of ancient cities. Rusting remains of London Bridge over a flooded river. The World Trade Centre, covered in vines and creepers (this dream was over two years ago), The burnt out husks of a thousand cities from over a thousand years ago.

I walked along the deserted street. Huge trees blocked my way, trees that hadn't been standing before I was frozen in the blue and the cold. And then the machine came down. It wasn't like a plane, or a UFO. It looked as though it had been carved from stone, from gold. It made barely a sound, and yet it drowned out all else. It stopped in a clearing, what was once the Kremlin, now a rainforest with creatures both familiar and strange. The forests are now everywhere, without a human influence. What need has an animal to destroy a tree.

Anyway, the carved machine opens, and they come out. They aren't like us. Tall, slim, almost featureless. Covered in silver skintight suits. They have no face, but I can see expression in their faces. One of them points to me, and they all look. I talk to them without words, only feelings. One steps forward. He is taller than the others. He bends down and whispers in my ear...

'Kalki is here now.'

I look at the others. They are watching the skies. They are afraid. They are afraid of the blue man who walks forever...

That would probably be my longest dream, and my strangest. I don't know wether it is a premonition or a warning, but it was incredible nontheless.

"...And let it be known that all men are created equal, although some men are created more equally than others."
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Hey guys, I was interested in my dream, so I've been doing a little reading. Apparently, Kalki is the 10th avatar of Vishnu. Does anyone else have any information on him?

"...And let it be known that all men are created equal, although some men are created more equally than others."
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Finally decided to drop by the philosophy forum... interesting stuff.

The phenomenon that Emperor began discussing is called "gawi nullim" here in Korea. Literally it means "to be pressed down by a ghost." Pretty freaky, huh? Why couldn't they just call it sleep paralysis? It freaks me out just talking about it. I did see a tv program on it once and they said something to the effect that the dream occurs at a time when the brain is active but the body shuts down, so if you wake up at that time you can't move. Now that I've written that I'm wondering if that's not something a little different...

I've had dreams similar to the ones you guys have mentioned. I will be lying in my bed, trying to fall asleep, and suddenly the dim light in my room will turn red (the indicator that I've actually fallen asleep, but I usually only realize this after I wake up), and a dark figure will appear in the doorway. He will begin to draw closer, and try as I might I can neither move nor scream. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Finally, when it seems like every vein in my body is going to burst, I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs. This used to freak my parents out considerably.

I also used to walk and talk in my sleep a lot. One time I woke up in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice in my hand. I drank it and went back to bed. When I was 12 my parents bought me Might & Magic I for my Commodore 64(!) for Christmas, and I spent most of my waking hours in front of my computer playing it. Apparently my waking hours were not enough, as I would wake up in the middle of the night sitting in front of the computer with the disk in my hand. As for talking in my sleep, I have a tendency to speak foreign languages in my sleep (only ones I know, of course).

My brother also used to "sleep act" and sleepwalk. The scariest incident was when my mother and I were sitting in the living room and he came running out of his room and down the hall. Then he ran down the stairs toward the landing and the front door, looking over his shoulder in horror. I ran down the stairs after him, and I saw him look right through me, and it was then that I realized he was sleepwalking. I heard that you're not supposed to wake a sleepwalker, so I just stood by to make sure he wasn't going to hurt himself. He began clawing at the door, continuing to look over his shoulder, growing more and more frantic by the second. Finally he threw up his arms and screamed, and then collapsed. After a few moments he got up, walked past me, and went back to bed. The next morning he told us he dreamed that the house was on fire and he was trapped inside.

A slightly more humorous incident happened when I was watching the house when my parents were out. I walked down the hallway toward my room without turning the light on, and the next thing I knew I saw stars (literally), my nose ached, and I was lying on my back. I leaped up, flicked on the light, and discovered my brother standing in the hallway with a crazed expression on his face and his fists clenched. I was about to haul back and deck him when I noticed he was looking through me again. After a few moments, his face went blank and he went back to bed. The next morning I asked him if he had had any strange dreams the night before, carefully watching his reaction. He had no idea what I was talking about, and I didn't say anything. It sounds hard to believe, but I really think he didn't know. He still doesn't know.

The most traumatic (not necessarily "scary") dream I have ever had was quite a simple one. I was sitting out on a grassy hill beneath a starry sky, when suddenly a voice from the heavens said to me, "Tomorrow you will die; tonight is your last night on earth." I immediately jumped up and began to run, but I never made any progress, and as I watched the sun rise all I could think of was how I had never told my family and friends how much I loved them, and I would never have the chance. I woke up crying like a baby. Even today, I never leave my wife without telling her that I love her... but I don't think she knows exactly why.

Almost all my dreams start in the same way.. I'm sleeping and wake up (which makes them more real) then I'm in my room and everything arround starts to fade like im floating and lights start to surround me (pink, baby blue and light green lights) then i start to hear voices, sweet voices singing, and I start to wonder what is this whats going on...., then what it seemed to be nice at the beginning becomes fear, I'm afraid of it because i don't know what is it, i start sweating looking arround can't move my heart beats too fast its even louder than the voices, then i wake up.......

100 dreams

Rameses: That is a very odd dream indeed.

Suho1004: Thanks for that insight into the Korean take on it (our less scientific names like the Hag aren't much better!!). That seems to be the general theory that the body stops our movements when we are asleep to stop us injuring ourselves but you can get trapped in a state where you are just awake enough to be aware but not awake enough to regain movement. The mind takes a few cues from the surroundings or our anxieties (or what we watch on TV that night) and fills in the rest of the details (it is very good at such things!!).

Sleep walking is an interesting phenomena which I've never suffered from. Any good sleepwalking stories out there? My friends suffer a lot from Phantoming (sleepwalking combined with relieving oneself somewhere other than the toilet - if you get my drift) but don't get me started on that!!

Lala: Very interesting and odd.

Emps

I sometimes dream about being in a war, but i´m standing far away from the battlefield. It´s dawn and i can hear screams and helicopters. In the middle of everthing there´s a big, white, shiny ball, like a pearl, which seems to be the one causing all the fight. Everybody wants it. Suddenly, my dream becomes gray: the soldiers, the pearl, the helicopters and the sky. Everything becomes gray and the screams start to be louder and louder and the light from the pearl dissapears. Like if everyone is dissapointed, the soldiers and the helicopters go away. Then i walk toward the pearl, and when i touch it i always wake up. It´s always the same, i have had this dream since I was little.

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My friends suffer a lot from Phantoming (sleepwalking combined with relieving oneself somewhere other than the toilet - if you get my drift)

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I never knew there was a name for that! I had a friend in high school who got up in the middle of the night, walked into his brother's room, lifted up the lid of the hamper (that's what you call those things where you put your dirty clothes, right?) and proceeded to urinate. That has got to be one of the funniest sleepwalking (phantoming) stories I've ever heard. I just never realized it was a common enough occurence to actually have a name. It never happened to me, despite all the sleepwalking I did. Well, at least I don't think it ever happened to me.

Suho1004: Its called Phantoming after a poor quality joke and it seems appropriate - if you let a known Phantom stay at your house mysterious damp patches can appear. I don't want to divert this thread from this interesting topic but possibly the funniest story is from my friend who is the main offender (hes lost at least one job over it) - when he was living at home the video recorder broke and his mum took it to be repaired. The repairman got back to her asking if she had a dog and she said no. He said that was strange as something had urinated on the video (at which point everything became clear to her!!).

Emps

OMG that is funny... but you're right--it's not the least bit scary. OK, back to the freaky stuff!

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I'm having a nightmare right now, I'm dreaming that there was this college homework assignment that wouldn't end! I beleive my nightmare began at noon sometime....and if you don't think it's a nightmare just look at the time I posted this!

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- Face the Present

Well, let's see, if all Asylum times are Swedish times, and you live in PA... ah, forget it.

I know how you feel, though. I've been having the same nightmare for months now. It's called my MA thesis .

I recently had a weird nightmare.....well I don't know wether it was really a nightmare...
It starts of that I'm walking through the forest (for some reason) and suddenly I'm pinned down by a lot of trees that have come to life, then it changes scenes and I'm trapped in my bed, strapped down with restraints from our local hospital, then a nurse injects a needle in my eye to release a robotic millipede that starts to eat itself..
And thats when I wake up... I don't know what it means.... does anybody.......



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well...this never happened to me but a while ago I was really bored and turned on PAX TV (don't ask me), but anyways they have this thing on about people that wake up from their dreams but they can't move because their body is fully turned on yet. Anyways, after that happens these demon looking things come and pin them down and they can't move. Eventually they go away and they fully wake up. I think that it's pretty freaky myslef.

Insider's dream reminds me of Fallout

Ogie: needle in the eye? Yeah, that sounds like a nightmare to me.

counterfeitbacon: We were talking about that phenomenon above. In Korean it's called "gawi nullim," which means to be "held down by a ghost." I think Emps said it's called the Hag in English, but I'm not sure.

It's funny how ideas and discussions weave themselves in and out of our daily lives. I was watching the Travel Channel last night. They were airing the show about haunted hotels and one of the stories featured a hotel in Scotland somewhere. Room 216 of that hotel is suppose to be frequented by the "Gray Lady". She is not exactly a pleasant ghost and some of the guests have reported waking up and being unable to move with the distinct sensation of being held down by this apparition. It sounds exactly like what some of you are describing here.

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I had a dream a while ago that really scared me, it's kind of a combination of Suho1004's your going to die dream and the gawi nullem thing.

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In my dream I was lying in bed, watching myself in third person, when all of a sudden my eyes turned bright red. After that I sat up in bed and struggled to get up but I couldn't, it was like something was holding me down. Suddenly I spoke: "Im dead." and I just went limp. Thats when I woke up. It really freaked me out and I've never had it again.

I had another dream recently.

I have no sense of time or space.
All I can see is a white light.
I am told not to fear.
What is that voice?
No angel, nor demon, has that voice.
Where am I? How can you hold me here?
We have a right, the voice replies.
I am cut open, my insides pour out.
I am afraid of dying.
But I know I will be alright.
How do I know that?
I see faces staring at me.
All they have is eyes.
Cold, blue eyes staring into my soul.
Why have you done this?
Because we have to. The voice will not go away.
You are ours.
I try to run, but I have no legs.
They are beside my head.
I feel like my head is floating.
I see a drill heading for my ear.
It is silent.
There will be no pain.
There will be no damage.
The voice continues as I slowly die...

The strange thing is, after I woke up, I had a scratch on my head where the drill had pierced...



When I can see further, it means that I am standing on the shoulders of giants. - Newton

Heh, yeah, I've had dreams like that. For instance, I had this one dream where I was in a knife fight and I got slashed on the inside of my arm. I woke up screaming in pain, with a bleeding gash on the inside of my arm right where I had been cut. After stopping the bleeding and stopping being freaked out, I looked around and saw blood on a sharp part of my bedframe. I had apparently thrashed around during the "fight" and gashed my arm, and my brain worked my dream around it. It's like those dreams where the sound of the alarm is somehow worked into the dream and you don't realize it for a while.

It seems kind of weird, since it seems like my brain would have had to have known I was going to cut my arm and made up the knife fight beforehand, timing it so that the cut would come just as I cut my arm. But dreams are not actually a logical sequence of events, rather a random series of images that the brain atempts to make sense of after the fact--thus the apparent temporal contradictions. I bet the same thing happened with the drill.

I am not sure that you can call this a nightmare but something did happen to me...

It happened about 4 years ago now, but what I can remember is that about 15 minutes of my life were missing and I do not know what happened. It was late August, at night. I had a pretty busy day with my parents, shopping and all. So when I got to bed I was pretty tired. I was laying there in bed waiting to fall asleep. The head of my bed was under my window so all I had to do was look up and I could see the night sky.

That night there was something in the air that kind of delayed my sleep, you know that fresh earth smell after a moderate rainfall.... That smell was in the air, and it was a cloudless starry night, full blazing moon. I laid there in my bed looking up at the stars, waiting to fall asleep. I looked over at my alarm clock and the face said 10:49. I turn over and over, finally ending up on my back looking at the stars again for another moment. I look at the clock 10:54. I just could not fall asleep, my body was tired but my mind was active. I look out the window from my back and then back to my clock, 10:57....

Then it seems like I am waking up a minute or two later when I realize something. I 'awaken' in the middle of a full throated howl and I look down and I see that I am sitting on my haunches like a dog. I look at the clock and the time reads 11:12. Prickles run up my spine because I cannot remember a thing that happened during that time. I swear that it happened. It was wierd. Needless to say I did not sleep well the rest of that night.




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CFB: which dream?

Wolfen: sounds like you fell asleep temporarily without knowing it; it does happen. Still pretty weird, though.

Insider: The one with the monk/cloaked people. You ever played Fallout? It reminded me of the monkish type people.

When I was around 6 or 7, I was in desperate need of a GameBoy and thought about how all of the other kids had one, I repeat, ALL of the other kids had a GameBoy. So I had a dream this one night about how I had a GameBoy. Everything seemed so real in the dream that I woke up and looked around for several minutes trying to find my GameBoy. When I couldn't find it I went downstairs and asked me Dad where it was. He just looked at me with this bewildered look on his face. Thats when I realized that I didn't have one.

The way I see it, when your dream prepares for an action to happen, then it is controlled by fate. I'm not a big believer in fate, but I have had my doubts...

When I can see further, it means that I am standing on the shoulders of giants. - Newton

Sounds more like a personal visit by your totem animal to me, Wolfen...

As stated in my post, I don't have scary dreams...I control them...it's really easy, once you know how...but I have had events similar to those like Wolfens...but with THE BEAR...

In my peoples belief, there is a...well, you might call it a sort of demon, if you will, but it mostly takes the form of a Bear...and for me, it was a bear. However, it's not your run-of-the-mill, ordinary grizzly bear. I've had many encounters with Bears in the wilderness, that is maybe a bit of adrenalin, but this BEAR is much, much more terrifying...because of the eyes....they are so...intelligent...and it doesn't mean anything good for you...in fact, it wants to really hurt you...and knows exactly how to do it...I only had this 'encounter' once, but it was enough, believe me...

It was a normal dream...which meant, I was having fun, down by one of my favorite dreamplaces (which is a river BTW), where it is sunny, warm and the water is very inviting and refreshing...I love this place...I can swim underwater without having to come up for air, along with the fat trout, maybe tickle a salmon on the belly as he is waiting for the mid-day sun to pass...and float on the surface, staring at a few fat, fluffy clouds meandering by in the otherwise bluer than blue sky...

Then a strange smell struck me...ever smelled something in a dream? I mean a real, overpowering, cloying stench....like carrion, but also with the strange side-smell of dust in sunmotes...like something that has laid in the desert for an eternity , baked under a relentless sun...

The colors in the dream became very vivid...I can remember a leaf, on a tree branch by the river....I could see the green of it, with the tiny, delicate veins...and then the shadow....that stretched long over my dreamplace...sort of like those shadowthings in Ghost...but this was long before then (BTW - those 'shadowthings' in Ghost always brings back memeories of this...that stretching...). It got cold...I could see my breath...the stench was very strong...I looked to see what had 'invaded' my dreamplace (facing something bad in dreams is the first step to changing the dream...)...and then I saw THE BEAR...it wasn't all that big...not really, I mean, the physical size wasn't big, but the presence...was huge. Like something that couldn't possible fit in such a small container. And the eyes...the malevolence, the intelligence...like some stark, raving mad beast...but with...control. THE BEAR moved, not fast, but with practiced slowness, a preciseness, suggestive of massive power barely contstrained, towards me. And the smell...was overpowering...I could see the individual hairs of the fur...it was more real than it was possible to be. At first, I laughed (the next step, make your bad things in dreams ridiculous...and they lose the power to trouble you...)...and it grinned...the thick jowls pulled back, in a grotesque paraody of a grin, revealing teeth much to big, and wicked, to fit in its mouth...the grin didn't stop...it keep pulling back...the mouth was incredibly huge...and the tonge...a black, faul thing, filling the air with putrescence...the source of that stench...

I became a little nervous...my dream techniques were not working...so I changed locations (the next step...choose the place of your encounters...) to a road. It was a place I knew very well, an old, asphalt road, with a steep cliff on one side, and a long drop on the other. Here i would make my stand...my back was protected, and it could only come at me from one direction...and it came. With a roar that shattered all my common sense, it came...it was fast, fury and thunder...the large claws on its feet clawing up huge chunks of the asphalt as it lunged forward...I could somehow smell the asphalt...a oily, burned smell...hot in my nostrils...drool fell from its jaws in large, looping strands as it came forwards...I summoned a gun (the next step...arm yourself...a symbol of taking control of your dream..in this case, arming myself)...one of my favorites, a .357 magnum...and pulled the trigger. The blast was deafening....and my ears rang...the bullet streaked forwards and struck the beast in the nose...and stayed there, stuck halfway in the nose...and had no effect, whatsoever...only to madden the thing more, or so it seemed...I emptied the gun on THE BEAR, but that had little effect...the solid body just seemed to absorb the bullets...it was very close, now...I turned and ran...I can run much faster than anything in my dreams...but I could feel its hot, warm breath on my neck...the slavering of its jaws was in my ringing ears as it gnashed its teeth...I knew it could not be outrun...so I summoned a truck...a big one, a peterbuilt logging truck, with a full load of trees...it thundered towards me...THE BEAR directly behind me...at the last minute, I flew...straight up...there was a loud thud...the sound of metal hitting flesh...and then a wet, tearing sound...I looked down, and the creature was a mangled, pulpy mess, but one side of its head was still whole...the other side had been sheared off, exposing the bone, brains and ragged scraps of tissue...and that one mad, staring eye bored into me...I cautiously approached the beast, and pushed it over the cliff...it fell, slowly shrinking in size...the one eye never losing my sight...that glaring, madness, hate and destruction flared out the entire time as THE BEAR fell...until it crashed far below on the jagged rocks...splintering and tearing, the rocks punching through the body of the beast...and the light slowly faded from the eye...

I never again had such an 'experience' in my dreams...and never have one of my dreams been so vivid, so real...as for THE BEAR? I don't know...I never had an encounter with it, again...



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In the classes where I have teachers that speak in a monotone, turn off the lights, hot room, etc. I will literally fall asleep, even if I am right in front of them. The fun(ny) thing is I dont lose complete consicuisness, so I will be sitting there asleep, but trying to take notes. Depending on my state of consuciness, Ive had to notes that are actually what the teacher said to tottaly illegible scrible to writing down what I am dreaming which is alwyas very cool . This alwyas happens when I dont eat anything in the morning, as my blood sugar level drops too low, it has nothing to do with how much sleep Ive had.

Hmmm... missed some of the more recent ones there - very interesting and some lucid dreaming going on

Anyway I had this odd dream last night and it has stuck with me all day which is odd (and I can still remember the details - at least of the end).

It all starts of very vague although I get the impression there is a long preamble to this that has faded but I remember walking along a path in a park with a girl and two men walk past me going in the opposite direction (one slightly ahead of the other). I didn't take much notice of the first guy but I glanced up and saw the second guy just as he was drawing alongside me (on the left) and he was staring at me and snarling. He then drew a knife and started stabbing me in the side while the other guy started stabbing me in the back. I thought 'fuck' and then (rather oddly) I thought about what a rather unpleasnt noise the knives were making as the stabbed me as I collapsed to the path from lack of blood and slowly everything started to fade away (presumably from shock and bloodloss).

I woke with quite a start I can tell you and the details of the park and the second man are very clear - if I ever find myself wandering in such a park (it had a distinctly Victorian, monumental feel to it which reminded me more of London rather than anywhere around here) I'd run like the wind I can tell you.

The peculiar thing is that although my dreams can be very violent I'm usually dishing it out and have rarely been on the receiving end (I can't think of another circumstance other than the one I described above). I'm still a litle unnerved by the sudden violence of it.

Its an interesting echo of a real-life incident when, out of the blue, I was hit across the front of my head with a pool cue rest in my local. Everything became oddly clear and did slow down (a tad cliched but I suppose they can be based on fact) and I remember wondering to myself why the people on the other side of the pool table were staring and then I wondered why I couldn't see anymore (the blood had lost pressure and stopped squirting out and had just run into my eyes) but it was all very calm and still (possibly if I'd seen it coming the adrenalin might have started pumping but it was all strangely dreamlike).

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Cool thread

Unfortunately I very rarely remember what I dream about. And lately I haven't had ANY dreams about anything, probably 2 months now...
But when I do dream, I'll remember real vague bits a pieces, but never any specifics. Kinda like when someone asks a question, i.e. "Who was in that movie?" and you know it, and you know you know it, but for the life of you, you can't think of the answer. Right on the tip of your tongue, then you think of it a day or two later right as you fall asleep. Well, that's what I go through every time I have any dreams. However, this provides for some great deja vu . I love that feeling. And usually, I can tell a little bit before it happens, when I'm gonna get that feeling, between 5 and 15 minutes usually. Something happens, and I get this real slight sensation that something's gonna happen, and I'll look around and pay attention to all the small details around me, and start to recognize a few things from somewhere (usually a dream from a couple days before), and I'll go back to whatever I was doing, and sure enough, within a few minutes, that magnificent feeling of deja vu overwhelms me. It's better than any artificial high I've found yet. Granted, it doesn't last as long, but I've generally prefer quality over quantity.

So, yea... There's my long post for the day Maybe reading this thread will activate a few of my stubborn neurons and I'll have a few real good dreams because I'm about due up for a couple Been saving up for something big over the last couple months, haha


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Unoriginal Cell 693

I just had this really whacked dream again last night. I've had it a few times over the last few months.

I'm in a my parents house and I know that they are there and so is my brother but I never see anyone else in the dream. It isn't my parent house as it is today though. I get the impression its in Colombia or something. There isn't any glass in the windows, there are just screens. Actually there isn't any glass in the whole dream now that I think of it. There are oil painting all over the place, at least four to a room. I'm laying in bed and looking around the room when I notice this snake squeezing its way out of the corner of the painting. I mean between the frame and the canvas between, not the wall and the painting. I find what looks like the broken end of a broom handle and pin its head to the ground and pick it up. I still couldn't tell you if it was poisonous or not and I know how to tell. It wasn't like any snake I'd ever seen before. I toss that one out the window into the forest/jungle and start walking through the house. There are snakes coming out of ALL of these paintings all over the place. Something happened in last nights dream that hasn't happened before. There was a smaller white and yellow or gold marked snake that was around. I got the impression of mother or queen kinda. I pin the white snake's head to the ground and pick it up. Suddenly, I feel something thrashing around in my hair and I wake up. Now I don't know if the thing in my hair was in the dream or if my cat was playing my my pony tail or what but I sure woke up in a hurry.

Another dream that I used to have all the time when I was little.

I'm in the ruins of a building, an office building. Heading outside I can see that I'm in a city, a big city like New York or Boston or something. Everything has been destroyed and the sky is a sooty black swirling mass of clouds. As I am walking through the streets I hear what I think sounds like a helicopter or something. Looking up I see this huge bee or wasp. I start running through the streets trying to get away from this thing. As I'm running I get to the edge of the city. Not the limits, the EDGE. The whole city has been ripped out of the ground. The roads are all torn up and the plumbing is hanging out of the 'bottom' of the chunk of earth that the city is on. Left without any options to get away from this bee thing I jump off. Falling... you know those falling dreams. Waking up in my bed when I hit the ground. Except when I wake up and look around I'm STILL falling but in my bed this time. I wake up again when I hit the ground. It used to always take me a minute to decide that I wasn't going to be falling anymore.

That dream used to scare the crap outta me. It seems sort of silly now but it was freaky when I was little.

Just for my dream spec's... I dream as though it were real life. No distortion or anything. Everything has color, sound, taste, touch, smell, everything... It all seems real. I used to dream an entire day. Like a day at school or something. Nothing special, just a normal day. In the dream I'd wake up and go through the whole day and then go to sleep. When I REALLY woke up I would think that the day had actually passed. It used to mess up my calendar something fierce.


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"Be careful not to anger the Great Dragon for you are crunchy and taste good with Ketchup" T-Shirt Somewhere

I woke up recently with something that may have been a rash, but I'm not so sure.

For one thing, it was too uniform. I had parallel lines running across my stomach and chest, horizontal on my right, vertical on my left. They were bright red. I was sleeping on my back, so I have no idea where they came from. They were all perfectly even, all the exact same distance from each other.

The marks have appeared a few times, but they just disappear mysteriously.

S^abaal ud T'a johtizuc^ ult'a Fedaro.

Uhmmm...Tic-Tac-Toe in your sleep?

TTT Stigmata?

Wow, weird...

The poster has demanded we remove all his contributions, less he takes legal action.
We have done so.
Now Tyberius Prime expects him to start complaining that we removed his 'free speech' since this message will replace all of his posts, past and future.
Don't follow his example - seek real life help first.