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The other night was pretty heavy. Most of these dreams were connected in some way but occured at distinctly separate times, so I will list them individually...

October 20-21, 2018: "Going Off The Grid"

There was some kind of global catastrophe that caused the stock market to crash, food shortages and such. Everybody started running crazy and taking the law into their own hands. My parents came up with some plan about moving to some deserted part of Hawaii and burying all our belongings in the ground or something.

I was only about 7 years old in this part and I had some suggestions or objections to their plans but they refused to hear me out, so I got mad and punched the wall. My dad told me that they were sending me to a juvenile detention center and saying that I hit *him* (which I didn't) to make sure I get the worst punishment.

I was obviously scared, but much more sad and hurt that my own parents would do something like that to me at 7 just for punching a wall. It really broke my heart.

Same Night: "Dad Suicidal" (lucid near end)

I was in the kitchen of my childhood home with my dad and he looked to be around his late 20's/early 30's, the age he was when we lived there. I believe that I was my current age (50) in this part. He was showing some guy his .357 Magnum and saying that if we couldn't make it to Hawaii with our belongings then he was going to put a bullet through his head.

I ran upstairs to get my mom but she sent me back down to deal with him. This time he looked old and frail (as he did right before he died in real life), and I didn't see any gun or hear any mention of it. I blinked my eyes and he just sort of seemed to disappear, which made me realize I was dreaming. I floated up the stairs and through the ceiling, but that's the last thing I remember.

Sweet Dreams!!!
Dreamflyer
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I've been having recurring dreams about people in jacked up trucks running over my Miata and not giving a fuck.

In last nights dream, the owner walked away from his truck, and when he returned with his friends to gloat, I had pulled a .45 cal handgun from his truck (?) and proceeded to shoot him and his friends until the magazine was empty. It was very gruesome.

People shouldn't run over my car >.>
 
I just remembered that this one occurred the same night as the ones about my dad losing all his money and threatening to shoot himself (last page). I'm not sure what part of the night it happened in and didn't seem to relate to the others in any way...

October 20-21, 2018: "Ex-Girlfriend's Old Apartment"

(This refers to a serious relationship I had with a young woman about 15 years ago that ended in disaster. She stalked me for months and pretty much scared me away from dating for a long, long time!)

I don't remember what led me there in the first place, but there was apparently some type of crime or accident occurring at my ex-girlfriend's old apartment and I was afraid that she might have been trapped inside.

When I arrived, she came running out to thank me for a second but then she was gone. Everything that happens from this point on is after she left.

Her old apartment had been converted into a dorm room in some local university, and a bunch of guys were drinking and partying inside. Many of her personal belongings were still there, so I was trying to simultaneously "play it cool" and gather up anything that might get damaged.

One guy handed me a bowl of "weed", which would've come in handy considering how stressed out I was. However, as I raised it to my lips I saw that it was topped off with a small mound of clear white crystals, and I had no clue what they were. Suspecting that these guys might be trying to play some kind of prank on me, I politely declined.

Sweet Dreams!!!
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Dreamflyer, those crystals sound delicious :)

I just dreamed during a nap.

I was in a group meeting where we were in groups of two. Each group had a go-kart. We would race around the building, up-hill then down-hill, then meet up to talk again. I had this overweight lady on my team, so we always finished last and went really fast down-hill. So the 3rd or 4th trip we flew off the track and landed like 100 yards down below and then i woke up sweaty.

Another one i had i was wrestling with my friends and kept telling them to watch out for my finger. I didn't want to break it.

dreamflyer said:
I floated up the stairs and through the ceiling, but that's the last thing I remember.
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Such a heavy dream, i apologize, but this made me lol.

I've never flew :(
 
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I almost always forget mine unless I take care to repeat it in my mind or write it down very quickly upon waking. Which only happens when I have time and the dream was noteworthy, or if the dream is so noteworthy that I make time regardless of what I have going on.
 
The ones that stick with you i suspect have more psychological significance, otherwise why do we remember them so well?

I don't force myself to try to remember them, because i figure if they're important they'll stick.

That's sort of how i go about life in general. I don't try to remember certain facts, or do certain things, or force a certain emotion, i just take them as they come and the ones that stick are worth it. Feelings, relationships, ideas, interests, everything. I just lollygag.
 
Yesterday i dreamed that i was running a four man race, and came in third. I found some change on the ground, then met up with a girl and ordered four cheeseburgers from Burger King.

My next dream, i had some really good crystal meth that i kept taking bumps at at a concert with my parents, behind their back.

And during my naps, i dreamed that there were fights under a tree branch, winner sits on the branch.

Then, driving in a rain storm to meet a girl who didn't want me there, ultimately.

Then, blowing up a work place matrix style, then someone telling me i should change my name to something darker.

(Mind you these are all during a depressive episode)
 
I find this one interesting because it's been more than 30 years since high school, and I was far from whatever you would consider popular, but last night I seemed to be...

October 27-28, 2018: "Basketball High School"

I went back to high school and that the course offering the most credits was in basketball. Now, I'm definitely no Michael Jordan but I know my way around the court, so I wasn't overly concerned.

Every time that we won a match, we were rewarded with either a toy duck or sheep, which I found to be hilarious.

At one point I looked down at my arm and saw alternately purple and white spots. The purple spots seemed to be alive, squirming with some kind of worms or something! Needless to say, this freaked me out!
 
Last night i dreamed about meth again.

I dreamed that i found a Heisenberg type fellow, who was based in Egypt, and made blue crystals out of his trailer. I was pushing the blue crystal for him, and wasn't even using. Then, me and my friends went tubing down a hill.

My dreams seem to have ADD.
 
I have smoked meth only 3 times. The last time was about 2 years ago (the times before that were years before that), with my friend who I didn't realize at the time was on the verge of becoming psychotic for an extended period of time. We stayed up all night and caught up, had a great night, and at sunrise I took a benzo and fell asleep. I didn't do it again despite us hanging out for days longer, but I did see he was really abusing it constantly and it turned me off. I started to hate it when I saw how bad he was getting. Yet, still, despite not even wanting it consciously anymore, I would dream about meth frequently for almost a year afterwards, less and less as more time went by. Subconsciously it had SUCH a strong pull for me. Glad that's passed now.
 
Totally understandable, it's like that.

I heard somewhere that sex and food brings dopamine levels up to "200 units", alcohol and cocaine to 400, and meth brings it up to like 1500? Not sure exactly how it's calculated, but that's the general gist of it. So basically, your body is saying fuck sex, fuck food, i need this shit over everything else.
 
madness00 said:
Last night i dreamed about meth again.

I dreamed that i found a Heisenberg type fellow, who was based in Egypt, and made blue crystals out of his trailer. I was pushing the blue crystal for him, and wasn't even using. Then, me and my friends went tubing down a hill.

My dreams seem to have ADD.
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I had a breaking bad type dream last night, i was driving around with my nephews looking for their dealer then my son said he felt car sick and we crashed and then my son was actually waking me up out of this dream to tell me he had been sick.....momentarily i told him to go back to bed, as i wanted to get my dream car started again so we could score......then i was awoken by the sound of my son retching in the bathroom......so i got up.....quietly telling myself off for putting 'dream drugs' before my sons real life predicament....

oh dear
 
That's sorta neat how he was sick in your dream because of him being sick in real life.

Neat as in, "it's funny how the mind works".

Well, in your defense, you were probably half asleep and got confused thinking you were still in a dream when your son asked for help?

Or if that's not true, you could always pretend it is.

;)
 
madness00 said:
That's sorta neat how he was sick in your dream because of him being sick in real life.

Neat as in, "it's funny how the mind works".

Well, in your defense, you were probably half asleep and got confused thinking you were still in a dream when your son asked for help?

Or if that's not true, you could always pretend it is.

;)
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or that my mind was telling me i had to have a dream meth hit to deal with a vomiting son....???.....at the back of mind i called it my dream meds....purely medicinal purpose only.....
 
Had a dream I was in a gangland shootout last night.... was holed up in a crack house in the city... was weird. I recognized the place, was an old hangout, they sold everything there... but it burned down almost 2 years ago now.
 
I just woke up so I'll get this all down while it's fresh in my head. All I can say is... WOW!

October 31-November 1, 2018: "Bank Job"

I was working at the front door of a bank as some type of greeter. A lady behind the main counter put a bunch of dollar bills in plastic bags and soaked them with water, food dye and I'm not sure what else. Some of them she turned into what looked exactly like cooked greens (spinach or whatever) and others into multi-colored strings that looked like they were made out of straw, which she used as "twisties" to band small items together.

Everybody went home except for me, and I realized that she had left deposit bags full of cash out on the front counter. I went behind it to put them away, but wasn't sure what to do because 1.) I wasn't really permitted to be back there or have access to the safe, and 2.) I was worried that I would get blamed for the missing cash that she had turned into food and art!

While all this was happening, the bank partially opened back up for some kind of stand-up comedy routine in the lobby, put on by the late Chris Farley and who I thought was David Letterman! Part of me knew that Chris Farley had died from a drug overdose and wanted to warn him, but (with non-lucid dream logic) knew that I couldn't really do anything about it.

Meanwhile, I realized that "David Letterman" was actually a lookalike that was one of my managers, and started stressing out about the missing/exposed cash situation.

As I tried figuring out what to do, a young woman came running into the bank with a gun and began firing shots. For some reason, I got the impression that this was more of a personal vendetta against one of my co-workers than a robbery. Either way, I tried to run and duck for cover but she ended up finding me and pointing the gun at me.

The last thing I remember is saying something to her like, "You don't want to shoot me. I have nothing to do with this."!

Same Night: "My Best Flying Yet!" (LUCID)
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My aunt and uncle were living in the house where my best friend lived about 30 years ago, and I went over to visit them. I was in the backyard playing with their 2 dogs (actually a combination of their old dog and one of my cousin's, but I didn't realize this at the time), and I kept on finding old silver dollar coins on the ground. Every time that I put them in my pocket they seemed to disappear, which was the first sign that something was amiss.

When I was getting ready to say goodbye before I left, it was suddenly a different aunt and uncle living there, and that was when I realized that I must be dreaming. For some reason I had my wallet in my hand, so I decided to perform a reality check by opening it, closing it and then opening it again. Sure enough, the whole layout of everything had changed! (This was something that I did several times throughout the dream, because it went on for so long and was so unbelievably realistic that I had to keep making sure that I wasn't tripping or sleepwalking or something.)

My mom was there and I showed her my "wallet trick", to which she half-jokingly replied, "Okay, you're freaking me out. Stop it!". I said something like, "Yeah, I thought you'd say that, but then again you're not really here, so..."!

There was one disturbing scenario that kept on repeating throughout the dream. My aunt (the 2nd one) had apparently been swindled in some kind of scam where she sold a bunch of expensive jewelry and got almost nothing for it. Her son (who doesn't actually exist) was absolutely enraged about it, and kept trying to find the guy who did it. Every time that something related to this happened, I momentarily forgot that I was dreaming and started to get scared. Then I would do the "wallet trick" again (luckily I had it with me the whole time) and regain my lucidity.

At this point I decided to remove myself from the whole jewelry scam fiasco and try some serious flying. At first I had trouble getting off the ground, then I suddenly shot up like a rocket above the trees and power lines, so fast that it almost woke me up. I felt everything starting to fade, so I concentrated on the ground below and it all came back into focus again.

I realized that there's a beach nearby, so I decided to see if I could fly to it. I soared effortlessly and built up so much speed that I was trying to figure out how to stop without being jarred awake. I can't stress enough how true-to-life the scenery was up to this point; Everything was exactly where it should be, but this was soon about to change.

(And this, my friends, is where things got really trippy...)

I spotted a small island off the coast and decided to explore it, but I was afraid that the impact would wake me up, so I dove into the water about 50 feet away and swam up to it. There were what looked like Hawaiian natives on it, and they seemed very welcoming. One older lady said something like, "There's not much to see, but at least we have a Taco Bell!". I turned to the side and, sure enough, there was a Taco Bell fast food restaurant right on the corner!

I looked at the skyline and there were two tornado clouds forming close to the ground. Since I was still fully aware that I was dreaming, this didn't scare me at all. As I watched them, the whole scene took on the appearance of an old black & white cartoon. (Being Halloween last night, I somehow ended up watching the original "Casper The Friendly Ghost" cartoon from the 1940's right before bed!) The clouds turned into large robotic arms and began pulling large smokestacks out of the ground.

I decided to fly back to shore and see what was happening back on land. Everything still looked sort of cartoonish and I actually flew right through the walls of a few buildings. I spotted the parking lot of a large shopping complex that I wanted to explore and landed at a complete stop on my feet from a very high speed, which I've never done in 50 years of dreamflying. (See kids... you're never too old to learn!)

(This is getting way too long so I'll try to sum up what happened from here, as scenery began to change very quickly...)

- I found myself back at my aunt and uncle's, with her son still raging about the guy who stole her jewelry.
- A very young Frank Sinatra showed up with a bunch of meatballs in spaghetti sauce for everyone!
- An 1800's marching band showed up in the old Sgt. Pepper-type outfits, but all in black & white.
- I made a young woman appear for a quick makeout session but the excitement almost woke me up, so I quickly abandoned the idea!
- I found myself jamming in a basement with Slash and Nikki Sixx, which is the last thing I remember.

Sweet Dreams!!!
Dreamflyer
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Well, the previous night's dreams were epic so I suppose it was time for a nightmare or two. Here goes...

November 1-2, 2018: "Evil Sex/Drug/Music Video"

(This is a recurring theme that takes different forms in different dreams, but the common feature is that there's something utterly terrifying to me and I'm never really sure why it is. I described it in an early post as "the evil element" and had given a few examples.)

I found a bunch of videos saved on my computer that I couldn't really remember seeing, but for some reason they terrified me. I kept trying to delete them but nothing would work. I had the distinct feeling that if I happened to see one, something really bad would happen like in that movie "The Ring". They were like evil personified.

Suddenly I found myself standing alone in a dark (basement?) room and one of them began to play on the wall like an old 8mm film. I tried to turn away from it but it seemed like I was always facing it. It was very vague but it looked like some distorted, psychedelic porn movie with extremely creepy music playing in the background. I got the feeling that it went on for a long time with some kind of horrible ending (torture? murder?).

I also started to think that I may had seen it a long time ago while having a bad trip on something, and worried that I was possessed by demons or whatever. Luckily, that's where it ended!

Same Night: "Car On Fire"

I was working at a store that had a bar/pizza place in the front. When I clocked out, I ran to my car for something and noticed that it was parked crookedly. When I tried starting it up to move it, the ignition key was very hard to turn. When it finally did, the engine made a horrible sound like a deep mechanical moan and the floor burst into flames.

At first I struggled to undo my seatbelt and door but finally got out. I ran back into the pizza bar to use a pay phone (apparently cell phones hadn't been invented yet!), and they had one but it had a bunch of strange-looking buttons that I couldn't read or figure out how to use.

I tried calling for help a few different ways but I kept getting the wrong number until I didn't have any money left to put in it. The last thing I remember is running around the place screaming for help and hoping that nobody got hurt if my car exploded (I probably should've done that first, but that's dream logic for ya)!

Sweet Dreams!!!
Dreamflyer
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