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DarkAxel wrote:

Bassus Sanguinis wrote:

DarkAxel wrote:Hey, bassus, you seem like someone who knows....

about remembering dreams - does every little waking up mess it up? Even those super short when you just look at the clock say something like "fucking shi..." and go back to sleep?

If You really want to remember the dream I would suggest to write at least the keywords down. You can, with a little practice, learn to write the notes even eyes shut and holding a journal on your chest. A friend of mine has got good at this but I find it easier myself to just get up for the few minutes and then go back to sleep

Even if You can remember dreams from before both wakening, it's harder to tell which dream was which, since they tend to get tangled. Writing them down somehow keeps them organised.

ok... because i wake up A LOT during the nighttime... that's probably why i keep forgeting most of my dreams

Wellcome to the club, I used to.

Do You smoke? I used to wake up all the time and have absolutely horrible nightmares. When I smoked and when I'm having hard times with my allergies and shit, I wake up all the time. Nowadays I sleep like a baby MOST of the night, because of giving up the cigarettes (and living up to my lung condition and allergies). Also, eating only lightly before going to bed helps, as does keeping to moderate daily drinking.

But actually, when You wake... You just have to decide whether You will write it down/memorize it or not. If it was't anything special, You want keep it scetchy: a woman, black dress, serving drinks - asks me out, flirty, hard on - riotees set police car on fire, Batman's on the phone, can't she fucking wait? And even shorter: chick serving drinks asks out, boner, a riot, Batman's Your friend. Just something for You to flesh out afterwards, something like keywords meaningful to You to trigger the memory come up with the rest of it.

I might try that, thanks

and yeah i do smoke a bit, but not at home and not alone... i might do something about the eating thing tho... sometimes i'm just... a typical teenager i guess

DarkAxel wrote:I might try that, thanks

and yeah i do smoke a bit, but not at home and not alone... i might do something about the eating thing tho... sometimes i'm just... a typical teenager i guess

that's what that age is for - make the best for it

I dream very vividly most of the time. I also talk in my sleep. My oldest sons do this also. My 14 year old has actually walked in his sleep. And my 7 year old used to have night terrors. I've never kept a diary,really. I tend to remember most of them,even from childhood. I remember being a vacationing 5 year old and dreaming of my grandfather's liquor store being robbed. 2 years later,it actually happened. So that was quite strange. I've also had dreams where I violently killed someone(who was actually out to do me in).
In recent times,there's always some epiphanous moment in my dream,where I realize that I'm asleep and dreaming. Perhaps most commonly,I dream about bodies of water containing many large reptiles. Usually alligators.

this morning:

dremt how it was to be a dying if not already dead WW1 soldier, lying face down in dirt. All around was bodies of men and horses and debris and I saw the sun rise over the trenches from corner of the eye but already detached from life. And the sunlight was hurting the eye that was above the pool of dirty rainwater. Soaking wet and cold, and the numbness was creeping in, I hardly felt the body. What I felt of my body, didn't feel real anymore. Distant gargling was coming from my mouth, felt in the ear, rather than heard because of being deafened by the bomb. The feet I couldn't see were being tugged, I though was somebody really stealing the boots or perhaps the stray dogs were already eating me? And afterwards the birds would come, and the little creeping insects. And worms. I would feed the animals like a Tibetan Buddhist saint and disappear without leaving a trace a trace of the mortal body, which I had no use for anyway. Not anymore. I was already in the presence of the Unknown God, returning to nothingness. I felt all peaceful, thinking about how the dogs - in a sense - all really were Hekates dogs, the birds really were Odins crows Hugin and Munin, the insects, worms, microrobes... were all of divine origin, part of the whole of the Endlessness.

Then I heard another bomb whistling, real loud, pulling me back to this horrible, painful world of dirt and misery. The animals, they would die, I silently protested in my mind. Somebody was yelling orders, getting louder and closer. ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP AND SEE THE KIDS PLEASE. Right. That's my wife.

So I got up from the bed. Our Youngest was crying in his bed - he's in a fever but nothing serious - and I hurried to take him with me to kitchen before he'd wake up the girls. Apparently I was really close to lucid dreaming stage where I would have gotten grasp of things and control the dream but instead fell back deeper to sleep, to this detailed morbid dream that was just too restful to be actually a nightmare. A wonderful, spiritual experience, in matter of fact.

this morning:

dremt how it was to be a dying if not already dead WW1 soldier, lying face down in dirt. All around was bodies of men and horses and debris and I saw the sun rise over the trenches from corner of the eye but already detached from life. And the sunlight was hurting the eye that was above the pool of dirty rainwater. Soaking wet and cold, and the numbness was creeping in, I hardly felt the body. What I felt of my body, didn't feel real anymore. Distant gargling was coming from my mouth, felt in the ear, rather than heard because of being deafened by the bomb. The feet I couldn't see were being tugged, I though was somebody really stealing the boots or perhaps the stray dogs were already eating me? And afterwards the birds would come, and the little creeping insects. And worms. I would feed the animals like a Tibetan Buddhist saint and disappear without leaving a trace a trace of the mortal body, which I had no use for anyway. Not anymore. I was already in the presence of the Unknown God, returning to nothingness. I felt all peaceful, thinking about how the dogs - in a sense - all really were Hekates dogs, the birds really were Odins crows Hugin and Munin, the insects, worms, microrobes... were all of divine origin, part of the whole of the Endlessness.

Then I heard another bomb whistling, real loud, pulling me back to this horrible, painful world of dirt and misery. The animals, they would die, I silently protested in my mind. Somebody was yelling orders, getting louder and closer. ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP AND SEE THE KIDS PLEASE. Right. That's my wife.

So I got up from the bed. Our Youngest was crying in his bed - he's in a fever but nothing serious - and I hurried to take him with me to kitchen before he'd wake up the girls. Apparently I was really close to lucid dreaming stage where I would have gotten grasp of things and control the dream but instead fell back deeper to sleep, to this detailed morbid dream that was just too restful to be actually a nightmare. A wonderful, spiritual experience, in matter of fact.

wow, bassus... you're really good at this, huh?

DarkAxel wrote:wow, bassus... you're really good at this, huh?

Thanks I guess so, but You know, it can be practiced - bare in mind I've been interested in this stuff and done dream working since the mid 90's. It's only part talent: I've been taught by psychologists a good 20% of people actually see lucid dreams without the help of suggestion, routinely effort or anything like that.

by the way i absolutely LOVE when dreams take place in existing or partially existing places and you figure out where it was... a few days before i figured out that one dream from a few months ago was actually taking place on a street where my aunt used to live. Last time i was there was approximately 10 years ago and a few days ago i just randomly went there for a walk with my GF... what an awesome feeling!!

I also love when different dreams take place in the same place... a few dreams took place on our cottage that was of course different from reality...but it WAS our cottage

and from recently... for some reason i was Indy Jones-esque character in Alps, dressed up as a nazi, searching through a nazi fortress for my hat and a whip... everything was very 8-bit like oh and if i remember correctly, i'Ve had a dream taking place on a fortress in Alps like that one, but it wasn't nazi

later on i was in a weird mall, i found a shop that was this super-high-tech-snobbish child's room with a giant plasma TV and a trampoline. So i went to try the trampoline, but it threw me in the air too high and far and i landed on the plasma Tv, breaking it... nobody seemed to care but all of a sudden there were two gipsys asking me for change... i told them i don't have any and one of them pull out a knife and started threatening me
"Go ahead... there are cameras everywhere!"
so he put it away and i called a security and went with them as they were thrown out... then i turned to go back to the mall but suddenly i got kicked down to the ground and as i tried to stand up, he pulled the knife again and cut my neck and ran away... then i remember bleeding all over the place and searching for a doctor

not as good as yours, those are just tiny bits, but i'm glad i remember them

I had a dream that someone stole my fuzz factory. I'm gonna try to have another dream where I stab that person.

I hold dream grudges.

You definitely have to kill them in your dream to make that right.

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb ....
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I tried to lucid dream for ages, and I lie there all ready for it then
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I stayed up for a whole week once though (writing a thesis) ... that's a trip. Don't recommend it, but it was interesting.

I have the worst Jet Lag type dreams: It just sucks, always really vivid, and mostly things crawling into my ears.

So it's nothing crazy or anything, but yeah. I woke up about an hour ago from one of the only dreams I've actually remembered in awhile. I was walking along the sidewalk in the city, what city I don't know. Strangely enough I've had this recurring set of dreams for the past 4 or 5 years in which I'm in different parts of the same city, but I have no idea where it is. It's seemingly some city that's specific to only my dreams, and I also seem to be well aware of this when I'm in the dream. It also isn't like those dreams I've had where something looks very unfamiliar, but I instinctually know where I am. Weird. Anyways, so it's a normal looking summer day and I end up, for whatever reason, looking up at the top of this church steeple, but when I look back down it's snowing, a few inches of snow have already accumulated on the ground, and everyone is in their winter jackets, scarves, hats, etc. I seem to be the only one confused by this sudden change, and I ask the woman in front of me walking with her young daughter what the hell is going on with the weather, but she simply ignores me and keeps on mumbling to her daughter, something about the footprints in the snow. Then I notice half of the buildings on the street I'm on have lost power. I walk into one of them, the setup most closely resembling a bar, and ask how long they've been without power. The woman behind the bar doesn't answer my question, but simply points to a HUGE box labeled "surge protector" in sprawling neon green cursive lettering, which only has a digital clock plugged into it. She tells me "this clock cost us $15,000, there's no way we can afford a new one if it blows." Then I woke up.

My dreams never make any sense at all. Apologies if it was too weird or boring if you actually read all of it.

DUDE, that was awesome,
Post Nuclear Holocaust??
It has some strange economic overtones as well, pretty cool.