Teek - May 18, 2007 09:13 AM (GMT)
I have them less often anymore, but thos eI do are pretty damn epic in scope and as vivid as one can imagine. I never understand their fullness or meaning though. Just one long trip to a nightly movie for me.
Are dreams precautions, premonitions, whatever or are they mearly the releasing of heat by the brain by electrical impulses and whatnot? I dream more the warmer I am at night which gives me a clue about Indian sweat tents.
Anyway here's an example of my dreams: (I usually can't write them down in time before forgetting but this stuck long enough to get out)
(dream maybe a yr or so ago)
I was in an argument with an instructor with receding hairline though he kept the hair at the back longer. it was dark brown or black and he also wore dark colors for clothes..slacks, black turtleneck and dark grey sweatervest. The classroom was filled with many people of different nationalities of both men and women watching the instructor debate with me. I don't remember the argument I just recall him growing angrier and starting to make attempt to belittle my intelligence and then I pushed on. eventually he stopped and evicted me from the classroom somehow and told me never to come back. Evicted left me in a sort of refugee type encampment talking with an older black woman in her middle years with hair slicked back into a tight pony tail and two older mid 40's or so black men. One kinda reminded me of ving rhimes. So we talked and must have worked on a way to leave this camp and ended up traveling this road I knew we were not supposed to be on. I remember telling this older white guy with a beard we were workers going to fix something and he gave me like $30 and wished us well with some advice to check this one place out so we listened and ended up in this fenced in area that pretty much looked like a school yard complete with jungle gyms and tube slides. Kids were playing everywhere and A black lady with curly hair walked over to where we were all standing and directed us across a field to a bonfire in the distance saying there was sanctuary there. the field was part of airspace and we were not supposed to be seen on it so we'd have to cross the span in like 8 minutes or something would happen. She led us to a large 6 foot red wood framed fence with chainlink and I pulled myself up to help yank the chainlink from the nails to get through and the others followed. I remember running across the field at top speed (and for once in a dream I actually could run) and we made it to this bonfire where we all rested. There was a few huts or something built there and I sorta remember going through some ritual as we all sat around a fire inside one of them and all of a sudden I realized that I was carying a wicker or straw covered book with a cross made out of straw across the cover. It is also the first time I saw who I was in the drea, I had longer blonde hair, a scruff at the chin and I wore little framed glasses. I remember commenting on the book and saying that I was carrying it because my father gave it to me a long time ago, and something in me made me remember I had been carrying it the whole time during the dream. the woman leading the ritual called me something in another language I can't remember and we were all sent out and I ended up in this airport terminal and somehow Lyddie was there with me.
In this terminal, or empty plane, there were no seats. People took seats (which were more like benches) from plane to plane and they had to be rebolted into the floor when put down. I remember bolting mine down myself (though I don't remember where i got the bench) and someone handed me a giant handful of colorful zipties and told me they were to use for the other people's benches or to keep people in their seats as seatbelts...not sure. I gave lyddie her zipties and she looked a little worried about being there untill some kids began coming in and I let her go say hi to a few of them so I went around passing out the zip ties I was holding to other people. I came to this one white woman in her late thirties with longer brown hair standing there with 2 daughters...7 and maybe 2 and she was arguing with the 7 yr old aboutt aking a seat so I tried my luck and said a few things and when refused I knelt down to the two yr old and handed her a couple zipties and said a couple things and the little 2 yr old walked off and took a seat. The 7 yr old pouted and gave me a dirty look then followed after her sister. the mother turns to me and says "you really know how to push people's buttons" and she looked at me suggestively and I sort of let it hang.
I made it back to the classroom somehow that I had been kicked out of in the beginning. I recall being the first one there and waiting for other people to see me as they walked in. I was going to show the instructor I couldn't be let go so easily and was told that we were having a substitute this day so I wouldn't have the chance. There was also something about a giant globe I had been looking at that reminded me it was made of clay and it broke away in bright blues, reds, yellows when I would dig my fingers in and tear off chunks...
then I woke up.
I also had some dream tonight that was fairly deep about visiting someone's home and a cheetah getting caught on the inside porch. It must have followed one of the guys home that lived there because it tried to squeeze through the door to the inside before I called attention to it and he had kinda blocked it and made it back off onto the inside porch again. At this time the Cheetah didn't really appear aggressive o mean, but I was thinking 'Hey, it's a cheetah and it might attack me so it's not best it gets in the house cuz I don't have anything to fight it with."
This led to another dillema because now we got a wild Cheetah on the porch stuck with one of the guys and no way to really leave. We kinda agreed that the Cheetah had to be killed because, well it was a cheetah and we didn't know what else to do with it. The guy on the porch began fighting with it and I started to go through the house looking for a suitable weapon to join in. (I was not going out there bare-handed) The walls were lined with different elaborate swords and knives, but everyone I went to grab and examine had a flaw. (no blade, extremely small blade that wouldn't match against a cheetah) and then I started finding guns in the backroom but there were no shells to match those guns and the shells I did find there were no guns for so I kinda stayed in the house kinda standing by the door with a crack keeping track on this Cheetah battle that nothing was really happening but now the guy had a bloody leg and there was some blood on the cheetah's face. I ran back to the bedroom and finally found a shotgun and went to shoot the cheetah with determination an as soon as the gun went off I woke up.
Anyone else have trippy dreams like this? All of my dreams are in full color, very realistic and in them I have some form of control and judgement, not that I'm without choice. There are times where I feel a compulsion to move to another dream area kind of like an RPG but it's fairly free roam except those portions.
Silverbolt - May 20, 2007 09:20 AM (GMT)
Oh, man...there's a dream thread in Chit Chat. You should see the ones from the Summer of 2005. I was having some messed up ones back then.
Righteous - May 30, 2007 12:23 AM (GMT)
Since Swivelbutt was kind enough to provide a link
to you, I obvious have no need to mention
that thread at all, nor provide you with a direct link
to make your life easier.
Anyway, I used to have a lot of dreams... I miss them. Especially the freaky ones. Like the time I
Yeah, I forget them all. But the memory of their awesomeness lives on like how Christmas lives
on to tell us about how uh, God died for the Jews or something.
Teek - May 30, 2007 05:04 AM (GMT)
I've one that came back like 4 times in my life that freaked me the fuck out.
Everything is black and silent.
There's a 'beep' and a red light flash.
'beep' and red light flash
'beep' and a red light flash
it begins to quicken over a period of time till eventually it is just a constant blaring
'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash'beep' and a red light flash
I wake up and it continues in my head and the flashing is still there. I'm panic stricken because it won't go away and I literally have run from room to room trying to make it stop. This lasted for about 10 minutes till it went away.
sween - May 30, 2007 05:24 AM (GMT)
Yeah, I don't know if you've noticed.
But you're definitely dead, dude. No question.
corprusmonkey - May 31, 2007 07:15 AM (GMT)
that red light/beep dream would scare the hell out of me.
i've been dreaming a lot lately. i think it's because i drink quite a bit these days.
ever have those dreams where you have to run from something, but you can only manage to slowly claw your way along the sidewalk, or the grass?
those dreams are fucked up.
i have had dreams about things, sequences of events, and then i have lived the dream in reality exactly how it happened in my sleep. (not kidding, this is scary stuff here.) :blink:
Teek - June 1, 2007 03:34 AM (GMT)
I've had esp type dreams a lot in the past. (not recently for a few yrs)
The funny thing about them is that during those sequences that you KNOW are gonna happen, you CAN'T do anything differently. Atleast not in my cases.
The 'sluggish' type dreams about running are kinda rare. Most times if I am running, I am capable of achieving regular running type speed, or if I feel the 'sluggishness' I am capable of making it go faster. As long as I 'wake up' to the realization I am dreaming I become more control in all of my actions.
I've had dreams of being dead before where I consciously knew I was gone and still recall the feeling of extreme peace and the feeling of cool mist as I walked in a blue shaded world.
I've also had a couple reoccouring dreams of extreme violence where I end up stabbing someone (always a guy) like 40 times with a butcher knife even after he's dead.
My all time favorite dream I CANNOT explain how I dreamed it was when I was about 4-5. I wasn't in school yet:
I was me (at 4-5) and I was going down on this brunette chick I didn't really know but she was cute. anyways I remember licking over her pubes but it was like jam and tasted like Apple butter. (kinda cinnamonie sweet applesauce)
Righteous - June 1, 2007 04:40 AM (GMT)
Did you mean that you were four or five in the dream, or you had the dream when you were that
Teek - June 1, 2007 05:28 AM (GMT)
I had that dream at that age. I was a strange kid. I used to think about Betty Rubble having sex at 5 while other boys were running from girls.
Righteous - June 1, 2007 05:41 AM (GMT)
For a five year old, you must have been well informed too.
Teek - June 1, 2007 02:28 PM (GMT)
Not really. I can't recall my parents ever having sex let alone talking about it. My mom never even brought up it in convo till I was about 11 and that was just to give me a book.
I think there's a natural instinct that's instilled at birth, that and maybe sneaking HBO at 4am with the sound off to catch sex shots.
Nokomis - June 4, 2007 06:38 PM (GMT)
That damn HBO!
I used to have a dream quite often when I was younger-each dream would get more detailed and longer. In the dream I am on a dirt road, and I come to a house that has obviously not been lived in for a while; the siding is decaying, the windows broken, the porch lop-sided, the lawn is horrid, grass higher than me. I never went into the house, but somehow I knew that something really wrong was in that house. The dream would terrify me; I would wake up with chills.
When I was about 12, we were looking for a house to buy. When we pulled up to this house that looked EXACTLY like the house in my dream, well I almost freaked. I cried to my mom that I did not want to live there. Thankfully, we did not move there.
I know I never saw that house before that day. It was in another town, and at my age I did not travel so extensively independently. I never dreamt about that house after that day, either, although I still remember all the details of that house to this day.
I did start to write a short story about that house, somewhere on this forum.