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01-31-2018, 07:30 AM | #1141 (permalink) |
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I dreamt I saw Pink Floyd and then met Mick Jagger back stage. He was promoting the show. I asked him if he considered The Rolling Stones a violent band and said I felt like I was being beat up when I listened to Street Fighting Man and Gimme Shelter. Instead of answering he sang me a show tune and we were in bed. I woke up with a stiffy.
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01-31-2018, 10:17 AM | #1142 (permalink) |
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i probably beat you up and took your lunch money and bicycle or something
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01-31-2018, 10:56 AM | #1144 (permalink) |
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I have dreams rarely. Sometimes they come in waves, where I can remember what I dreamed dream several days in a row. 99/100, I can't remember anything when I wake up. My dreams are mostly mildly unpleasant anyway. They always end up with me getting lost somewhere and feeling sort of in a weird mood when I wake up. It's pretty tiring.
I once had a very vivid dreams where I was standing in my living room, looking exactly like it does in real life (my dreams are usually unrealistic and makes locations feel like meshes of different places I've been to). Then, a huge deep-orange mushroom cloud rises on the horizon and I'm thinking "this is it. It's all over." I wake up and feel like I've actually just accepted my imminent death, feeling more than a little moody and unsettled. It felt so real. Why can't I just have nice dreams? So I'm fine with almost never being able to remember anything, actually. |
02-02-2018, 07:09 AM | #1145 (permalink) |
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Haven't been writing my dreams down this week; here are some faint snippets I remember:
-A hidden realm that seemed to be controlled solely by this 50-something white-haired man who resembled some evil antebellum mayor. I can't remember many details about the place itself, but there was a lot of water-- most of the area was covered by about two feet of water, with large rocks every where and small, narrow old buildings that did not seem to serve any purpose. While walking around I'd occasionally see a group of men tied together by the ankles and necks with various torture devices attached to them (so that with each step they'd be pierced or hurt in some way). They were all wearing this symbol, and I eventually realized that this was part of some sort of long initiation ritual; the pain generated would be used later to feed whatever deity they served and/or supplement their rituals. I kept seeing an old mutual friend lurking in the background-- he was the best friend of my horrible ex, and they were both in the O.T.O. in real life together so I thought, "oh, of course he's here." The evil white haired man remained in his chair (which sat in a pool of water0 the entire time, and was very fixated on me. He insisted that I loved him, and that his subjects loved him too because of this, and that they would continue to torture themselves forever "for your love." He did feel extremely familiar, as if he'd been my evil husband eons ago, and I had a rush of guilt as I worried I had somehow approved of this plan a long time ago. -San Francisco. Lots of long enclosed bridges with tiny rooms inside. I don't remember much else about this one. Before reaching the bridge I was walking up and down small grassy hills littered with piles of abandoned trinkets strewn about; I wanted to take all of them to sort through later. I was waiting to meet someone. While waiting I called over some crows with my crow caller, though only one came down-- he had bright blue eyes and presented me with a shiny blue bottle cap (which I happily accepted of course). I patted him on the head and told him he was "such a good boy, and the prettiest boy too!" because all crows are good boys. edit: just remembered-- at the end, someone kept handing me these two dachshunds, telling me their father was dying and needed me to take care of them. Last edited by Chiomara; 02-02-2018 at 07:43 AM. |
02-02-2018, 12:53 PM | #1146 (permalink) |
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I had a normal dream last night and then when I woke up to go to the bathroom, went back to sleep and had nightmare. Id rather not type that nightmare into existence though. It does seem like I can remember nightmares, I want to start controlling my dreams. I guess I need to learn how to astral project better or realized Im dreaming, in the dream more often.
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02-03-2018, 08:54 AM | #1147 (permalink) |
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Dreamed that there was trouble in some alternate dimension (not unlike the upside-down world from Stranger Things). It kept bleeding into ours. I had to travel--via this other world, not the surface world-- to various specific locations in order to confirm where the openings were. One of those places was somewhere in either Norway or Iceland in a freezing river that spilled out over a cliff. I think my brother may have been with me, but I'm not sure if it was really him. He/they were having trouble remaining conscious and so I had to carry them. It was so unbearably cold and I did not find anything particularly useful. So I went back to the town I came from, to a dive bar (which also happened to contain a portal) where others were waiting. (The others, including myself were constantly losing memories though so it was extremely difficult to try to put together any concrete plan when the dream beings began crawling through the ceiling and whatnot) I think it was a small wood-paneled bar, with a tiled floor and low pink lighting. I worked there, actually-- I think. All of us had developed terrible insomnia simultaneously (before all this, I mean) and would always have the same horrible nightmares whenever we did briefly fall asleep at the bar during our shift.
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02-03-2018, 12:43 PM | #1148 (permalink) |
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This is not so much a dream as it is more of an "episode."
I don't dream very often these days, probably to do with the obvious. But one thing I remember clearly is waking up one night in the middle of the night (I have night terrors almost regularly) and breaking open my window trying to get out. I literally pulled not only the window open without unlocking it, I also ripped the frame that sits on the window sill to keep bugs outside. A few minutes later, my cat jumps up on the windowsill and then I woke up. Then I wake up and realize that I'm trying to jump out my window. |
02-03-2018, 12:51 PM | #1150 (permalink) |
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Never really wanted to, though my mom has recommended it. I've always had trouble sleeping though. Probably been having night terrors since I was in my early teenage years. It's just something I've gotten used to.
I think the only other time something like that has happened is when I walked outside at 4am. |
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