CoffeeDrinker
Bluelighter
^That's a zen wai-sabi type dream. Accept it.
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Waking Life aka The Dream Thread
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Musk_Wallace
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I've been getting lucid dreams all of a sudden, pretty much every night for the last three days. In one dream I wasn't "there" escept for a kind of floating awareness. I was in a lavishly decorated mansion, full of objects carved out of ivory and ebony. In the center of the room was this black marble table that was carved into figures that resemble some statues on Indian temples. On the wall opposite was a moving painting, that depicted couples going through various Kama Sutra esque positions. 
Another one: I was hanging out with Joe Pesci and some other guy (Johnny Roastbeef?) and we were trying to pull off some kind of job. It goes wrong, both guys get shot up and I drag them away to the car. Joe is dying and he knows it, and doesn't want me to take him to the hospital. We talk about what an honorable death is and he tells me that he wants me to shoot him in the head. I obviously don't want to, so (and this is the really un-nerving part) he starts laughing and joking like were hanging out in a bar, just totally relaxed and casual (I wish I could remember his jokes). Then I pull the trigger
Another one: I was hanging out with Joe Pesci and some other guy (Johnny Roastbeef?) and we were trying to pull off some kind of job. It goes wrong, both guys get shot up and I drag them away to the car. Joe is dying and he knows it, and doesn't want me to take him to the hospital. We talk about what an honorable death is and he tells me that he wants me to shoot him in the head. I obviously don't want to, so (and this is the really un-nerving part) he starts laughing and joking like were hanging out in a bar, just totally relaxed and casual (I wish I could remember his jokes). Then I pull the trigger
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CoffeeDrinker
Bluelighter
I had my first night of intentional lucid dream training where I wrote in a dream journal and tried diamond meditation and tried conditioning myself to dream as best as I could before I fell asleep.
I even did some reality checks and tried to remind myself to reality check during my dreams.
I didn't get to the lucid level, but I had some very vivid dream states.
I'm still a rookie, and I'm no longer relying on the drug Mirtazipine because I want to do it the real way.
I woke up sweating at one point during the night because a dream was pretty intense. I was just out of reach of lucidity though. I was able to sort of wake-up at will because i read that an interrupted dream is a dream that you are more likely to remember.
BTW I finally saw the movie Waking Life and it was really awesome and inspiring and it made me realize that I'm not much of a dreamer, despite what I'd want to believe. Dreaming is about being honest, you can't just say you're a dreamer and that you have lucid dreams.
Very awesome stuff.
I even did some reality checks and tried to remind myself to reality check during my dreams.
I didn't get to the lucid level, but I had some very vivid dream states.
I'm still a rookie, and I'm no longer relying on the drug Mirtazipine because I want to do it the real way.
I woke up sweating at one point during the night because a dream was pretty intense. I was just out of reach of lucidity though. I was able to sort of wake-up at will because i read that an interrupted dream is a dream that you are more likely to remember.
BTW I finally saw the movie Waking Life and it was really awesome and inspiring and it made me realize that I'm not much of a dreamer, despite what I'd want to believe. Dreaming is about being honest, you can't just say you're a dreamer and that you have lucid dreams.
Very awesome stuff.
Smacktastic
Greenlighter
To everyone who is interested in anything dream related , join dreamviews.
It has tutorials on all the different LD techniques such as WILD etc. You can get experience LDreamers to mentor you in how to do it etc.
I stumbled upon it when researching lucid dreams as i have them naturally and thought it was a bit wierd haha , little did i know how hard people work to get them.
Only problem is now i keep dreaming im having lucid dreams, but they are not really lucid, or they are but urgh its so annoying, fucking inception making me think im having dreams inside dreams i cant control them because i think i already am, its doing my nut in.
It has tutorials on all the different LD techniques such as WILD etc. You can get experience LDreamers to mentor you in how to do it etc.
I stumbled upon it when researching lucid dreams as i have them naturally and thought it was a bit wierd haha , little did i know how hard people work to get them.
Only problem is now i keep dreaming im having lucid dreams, but they are not really lucid, or they are but urgh its so annoying, fucking inception making me think im having dreams inside dreams i cant control them because i think i already am, its doing my nut in.
CoffeeDrinker
Bluelighter
Ok here's a lucid dreaming technique: Drink water before bed to the point that you know you'll have to get up at some point and go, then just keep on dreaming.
I did this and I remembered so much of my dream.
I literally had a dream within a dream within a dream and I remember pretty much all of it.
I reached for a pad of paper with the lights still out as soon as I woke up because I knew I was going to write down stuff that I'd otherwise forget. The stuff I wrote with the lights off was stuff that I might have forgotten if I didn't write it down immediately. I have pretty decent handwriting with no lights on
Also the interesting thing is that I got pretty much exactly 8 hours of sleep with no alarm or anything. I woke up feeling amazing. i still feel amazing i just woke up about an hour ago.
I did this and I remembered so much of my dream.
I literally had a dream within a dream within a dream and I remember pretty much all of it.
I reached for a pad of paper with the lights still out as soon as I woke up because I knew I was going to write down stuff that I'd otherwise forget. The stuff I wrote with the lights off was stuff that I might have forgotten if I didn't write it down immediately. I have pretty decent handwriting with no lights on
Also the interesting thing is that I got pretty much exactly 8 hours of sleep with no alarm or anything. I woke up feeling amazing. i still feel amazing i just woke up about an hour ago.
Eyes On the Roll
Bluelighter
I've been getting night terrors sporadically recently. I had no idea what they were my whole life, of 20 years, up until a week ago when I remembered a very intense and horrifying night terror that I had, I made a thread on these forums and a few people helped me understand that what I was experienceing was in fact night terrors.
First of all, I've always been extremely scared of spiders, and looking back in time, when i was a young kid, I would get night terrors about dreams I've had involving spiders and i think this is the reason for my intense fear of spiders.
But, recentling as an adult i still get night terrors which is really rare i guess. It is also rare that one would remember a night terror, as they happen when a person isn't full conscious, which leads me to beleive maybe i've had thousands of night terrors that i haven't remembered, and only several that i can recall.
Anyways, the night terror i had the other night started with me waking up abrubtly, and once i opened my eyes I jumped out of my bed immediately, in pure, utter, and unexplainable terror like i can't explain. Like I have never felt such strong primal fear and terror like i do in my night terrors. In this one I immediately stood up and quickly paced about and through my house, not able to think a single thought. I didn't know what was going on at all, just that I was EXTREMELY terrified. I paced throughout the house for a few minutes not able to think at all. I could feel how wide my eyes were, and i remember and can visualize the intense look of fear that I had on my face. I guess after a while the intense fear and terror wasn't going away, so i went and sat on my bed and fell back asleep as fast as i woke up.
These things are so hard to explain, which is why it took me so many years to finally figure out what it was. And I don't make any vocal noises when i experience these terrors, even as a little kid, which is why my parents have never caught on to it. I remember a few night terrors as a child where i was wanderingly pacing the house in primal fear, where my step mom saw me and reprimanded me and brought me to my dads bed where i immediately fell asleep. The whole time i would never say i word cause i wasn't fully conscious, but like dreams, which also happen in the unconscious, night terrors can be remembered sometimes. When I would remember a night terror in my adolescent years, I would think I had experienced a psychosis, so i never told anyone because I didn't want them to think i was crazy.
My night terrors that i remember consist of me waking abrubtly and pacing about the house. or waking abrubtly in my bed laying down, in the same mindstate of extreme terror and fear, not being able to think at all, with me just laying there not moving, but with my eyes open just experiencing primal terror/fear, then falling back asleep. I remember one when I just layed down adn didn't get up, I was 17 when it happened. The TV was still on and I awoke experiencing the greatest fear immaginable, so great and terrible that It is the only thing that enters my mind. I was laying in bed and a guy on the TV was talking on a talk show, it was as if he was talking to me, staring directly at me, but i couldn't understand him, and with each movement of his mouth i felt more terror and pain, till i fell back into rem sleep.
note: during a night terror, even when I'm up and running around the house, I am not in full consciousness.. this is why i can't freely think, this is why no thought enters my head past the terror
First of all, I've always been extremely scared of spiders, and looking back in time, when i was a young kid, I would get night terrors about dreams I've had involving spiders and i think this is the reason for my intense fear of spiders.
But, recentling as an adult i still get night terrors which is really rare i guess. It is also rare that one would remember a night terror, as they happen when a person isn't full conscious, which leads me to beleive maybe i've had thousands of night terrors that i haven't remembered, and only several that i can recall.
Anyways, the night terror i had the other night started with me waking up abrubtly, and once i opened my eyes I jumped out of my bed immediately, in pure, utter, and unexplainable terror like i can't explain. Like I have never felt such strong primal fear and terror like i do in my night terrors. In this one I immediately stood up and quickly paced about and through my house, not able to think a single thought. I didn't know what was going on at all, just that I was EXTREMELY terrified. I paced throughout the house for a few minutes not able to think at all. I could feel how wide my eyes were, and i remember and can visualize the intense look of fear that I had on my face. I guess after a while the intense fear and terror wasn't going away, so i went and sat on my bed and fell back asleep as fast as i woke up.
These things are so hard to explain, which is why it took me so many years to finally figure out what it was. And I don't make any vocal noises when i experience these terrors, even as a little kid, which is why my parents have never caught on to it. I remember a few night terrors as a child where i was wanderingly pacing the house in primal fear, where my step mom saw me and reprimanded me and brought me to my dads bed where i immediately fell asleep. The whole time i would never say i word cause i wasn't fully conscious, but like dreams, which also happen in the unconscious, night terrors can be remembered sometimes. When I would remember a night terror in my adolescent years, I would think I had experienced a psychosis, so i never told anyone because I didn't want them to think i was crazy.
My night terrors that i remember consist of me waking abrubtly and pacing about the house. or waking abrubtly in my bed laying down, in the same mindstate of extreme terror and fear, not being able to think at all, with me just laying there not moving, but with my eyes open just experiencing primal terror/fear, then falling back asleep. I remember one when I just layed down adn didn't get up, I was 17 when it happened. The TV was still on and I awoke experiencing the greatest fear immaginable, so great and terrible that It is the only thing that enters my mind. I was laying in bed and a guy on the TV was talking on a talk show, it was as if he was talking to me, staring directly at me, but i couldn't understand him, and with each movement of his mouth i felt more terror and pain, till i fell back into rem sleep.
note: during a night terror, even when I'm up and running around the house, I am not in full consciousness.. this is why i can't freely think, this is why no thought enters my head past the terror
hazeforhorses
Bluelighter
As a child, I had very dark reoccurring nightmares. I'm wondering what the fuck caused these nightmares to a child? I still remember these after 16 years of not having them.
1. Jesus and I are in a graveyard. He's trying to Crucify me. He successfully drives nails into my hands but I feel nothing. I'm running away from him and denying everything he says, almost as if I'm looking at him as a false prophet. This was weird, because I was raised Catholic and at the time COMPLETELY believed in Jesus and all that shit. Was I having a prophecy as a child? Crazy, huh.
2. I'm swinging by my feet back and forth(like the pirate ship ride) over a pit of lava, getting closer and closer each time yet never touching...I swear i FELT the burn. I literally wake up every time from what i believe is PAIN...that im FEELING in a dream. wtf?
3. Two men show up to my house every day. "We are coming back in 7 days to kill you, John. There is nothing you can do to stop us. You must and you will die." My family completely shrugs it off and DOESN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK. I'm like MOM, POPPOP, SIS, HELLO!! And they just don't care...
From my teenage years til now, I haven't been remembering my dreams much or even having lucid ones. They SUCK now. Nothing fun, just boring redundant dreams about my everyday life. This is the only cool, reoccurring one and here's the premise...
I'm in an unknown location in the USA, some random city. There is a zombie apocalypse happening...somewhat. What I know is, people everywhere are turning into something and they are spreading. I know in my dream that is in inevitable, but I don't actually see the zombies...just people going mad and heading SOMEWHERE. I don't know where SOMEWHERE is, but apparently that's where I'm going. Now, the cool thing is about this dream, is that its very open. i'm just meeting new people, exploring new places, driving around in crazy vehicles, and looting mad stores...and i NEVER encounter a zombie or anything. I just run wild. I've had ALOT of these dreams.
Now i don't expect insightful input. If I get it, AWESOME. If not, I know someone was entertained reading this.
peace
1. Jesus and I are in a graveyard. He's trying to Crucify me. He successfully drives nails into my hands but I feel nothing. I'm running away from him and denying everything he says, almost as if I'm looking at him as a false prophet. This was weird, because I was raised Catholic and at the time COMPLETELY believed in Jesus and all that shit. Was I having a prophecy as a child? Crazy, huh.
2. I'm swinging by my feet back and forth(like the pirate ship ride) over a pit of lava, getting closer and closer each time yet never touching...I swear i FELT the burn. I literally wake up every time from what i believe is PAIN...that im FEELING in a dream. wtf?
3. Two men show up to my house every day. "We are coming back in 7 days to kill you, John. There is nothing you can do to stop us. You must and you will die." My family completely shrugs it off and DOESN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK. I'm like MOM, POPPOP, SIS, HELLO!! And they just don't care...
From my teenage years til now, I haven't been remembering my dreams much or even having lucid ones. They SUCK now. Nothing fun, just boring redundant dreams about my everyday life. This is the only cool, reoccurring one and here's the premise...
I'm in an unknown location in the USA, some random city. There is a zombie apocalypse happening...somewhat. What I know is, people everywhere are turning into something and they are spreading. I know in my dream that is in inevitable, but I don't actually see the zombies...just people going mad and heading SOMEWHERE. I don't know where SOMEWHERE is, but apparently that's where I'm going. Now, the cool thing is about this dream, is that its very open. i'm just meeting new people, exploring new places, driving around in crazy vehicles, and looting mad stores...and i NEVER encounter a zombie or anything. I just run wild. I've had ALOT of these dreams.
Now i don't expect insightful input. If I get it, AWESOME. If not, I know someone was entertained reading this.
peace
tracenatheo
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Shut it down
HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
Interesting site....
HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
I find that valerian root drastically increases my dream recall. I dream very vividly on VR. Also I usually awake with a feeling and emotion that is usually very strong and can only be described as surreal or haunting. I am taking some valerian tonight. We will see what happens.
izzy66
Bluelighter
hmmm, i may give valerian a try too. i've used valerian, melatonin, and l-tryptophan for sleep in the past. i have an unopened bottle of valerian so i'll give a whirl and see what happens
-izzy
hoopyfrood
Bluelighter
I've been using 5-hpt... and if I were to give it a description, I'd say the same thing that HigherAwareness said about valerian root.
HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
I know what you mean,
HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
5 HTP makes my dreams so intense and euphoric I usually wake up from all the exitement. Especially at high doses. There was 1 particular experience that was really profound of 5 HTP. That was back in 2005 when I lived Sanford.
HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
hmmm, i may give valerian a try too. i've used valerian, melatonin, and l-tryptophan for sleep in the past. i have an unopened bottle of valerian so i'll give a whirl and see what happens
-izzy
Hey Izzy,
How ya been? Yeah give that Valerian a try. A long time ago when I was into lucid dreaming (or tryin) I read on Erowid about some stuff called dream drops which consists of valerian,B6 and melatonin. It will make you have crazy vivid dreams. However valerian alone will do this just about as well.
There are two dreams that I've been having ever since I can remember.
In the first dream I am born with a robot counterpart who is on the absolute opposite side of the world from me and who's entire purpose is to kill me. But the robot can only move when I do, and can only take one step towards me for every step I take. In the actual dream, the robot has caught up to me ( I usually catch a glimpse of it either at the other end of a hallway or a road ) and I start to run, but I know that every step I take brings it closer to me, I work myself up into a panic not knowing if I should stay still or run and I usually wake up anxious and afraid.
The other one is more than just visual. I am always in the dream, though I'm not always me. I'm usually just a feeling, I know thats weird but its the only way to describe it. I'm usually in a massive puke green coulored field and the air is smoggy and windy. There are huge shapes of no colour that I cant touch, but they are everywhere. When I get close to one of them, my whole world expands in every direction, and I feel like I have severely let down this shape in front of me, and I want nothing more than to make everything better between me and this shape. But everything just keeps expanding more and more, and the more it does, the more pain I start to feel. I usually wake up from this dream while I'm still experiencing this expanding feeling ( I dont really know how else to explain how it feels) and I will be frantically shaking my head back and forth, sweating, and my blankets will be a mess. The weird part is, I have started to feel this feeling while I am awake, and at random times during the day, and it feels horrible
In the first dream I am born with a robot counterpart who is on the absolute opposite side of the world from me and who's entire purpose is to kill me. But the robot can only move when I do, and can only take one step towards me for every step I take. In the actual dream, the robot has caught up to me ( I usually catch a glimpse of it either at the other end of a hallway or a road ) and I start to run, but I know that every step I take brings it closer to me, I work myself up into a panic not knowing if I should stay still or run and I usually wake up anxious and afraid.
The other one is more than just visual. I am always in the dream, though I'm not always me. I'm usually just a feeling, I know thats weird but its the only way to describe it. I'm usually in a massive puke green coulored field and the air is smoggy and windy. There are huge shapes of no colour that I cant touch, but they are everywhere. When I get close to one of them, my whole world expands in every direction, and I feel like I have severely let down this shape in front of me, and I want nothing more than to make everything better between me and this shape. But everything just keeps expanding more and more, and the more it does, the more pain I start to feel. I usually wake up from this dream while I'm still experiencing this expanding feeling ( I dont really know how else to explain how it feels) and I will be frantically shaking my head back and forth, sweating, and my blankets will be a mess. The weird part is, I have started to feel this feeling while I am awake, and at random times during the day, and it feels horrible
HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
Has anyone else only been able to truely lucid dream for less than a minute? Cause my dreams get so intense I know I am dreaming and I wake up. This has only happened to me 5 or 6 times. Usually during a nap.
f'n a-hole
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Plane Crashes
I've had "recurring" dreams about a plane crashing recently, well - actually only three over the course of a few months... however all of them stuck vividly in my memory unlike most dreams. All incorporated LOTS of real information from my life as well, which is unusual for me. Usually my dreams are a lot more abstract. Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and bang this out - if anybody has any insight on this PLEASE let me know. I feel like this is without a doubt in some way my own stupid drug addled subconsciousness trying to reveal something to me that I can't grasp on my own...
First, A Little Background... - This is gonna be kind of lengthy, I apologize. I guess if you want, just skip over it - but I do think it has a lot of relevance to my dreams because their subject matter is largely based on all of this.
I grew up in the densely populated suburbs just east of New York City. Our house was nearby some incredibly large air traffic control antenna, which I imagine was a repeater for inbound flights arriving at JFK Airport (about 10 miles west). Planes on that approach flew very nearly right over our house, and at some point, air traffic control at JFK was experiencing a massive problem where they were losing radio contact with many flights directly over our neighborhood. The FAA sent people out for YEARS trying to figure out what was happening. We would regularly wake up and find people with weird looking instruments setting up shop in our backyard or climbing up telephone poles. It was very strange. I don't believe they ever figured out exactly what was wrong, and as far as I can tell the ultimate solution was to just move the flight pattern slightly to the east... because once they stopped coming, planes no longer flew directly over our house.
Anyway, that all weirded me out very much - in addition to just being very strange, right around the same time, an Avianca jetliner on the VERY SAME approach to JFK went down about 10 miles north of where I lived. That scared me, I was very young at the time.
However, while deathly scared of a plane crashing into my house and killing my whole family, I never had any dreams/nightmares about it... and at the same time, I was also completely enchanted with airplanes, air travel, flight, etc. I would sit in our backyard for hours looking up at the various different aircraft overhead. I read every book I could get my hands on, I watched every Discovery Channel program that even remotely dealt with the topic, I begged my parents to take me to airshows, museums and stuff like that constantly. There was a small general aviation airport nearby as well, and I spent many days sitting there watching planes taking off dreaming of one day becoming a pilot and traveling the world. I never had an actual fear of flying, in fact a few years later I had the incredible opportunity to fly a small plane myself and it was to this day the best experience of my entire life. But that was all when I was very young, and while I've always remained at least remotely interested in things like that, the fascination and desire to pursue it as a career faded completely. The irrational fear of a plane crashing into my home also disappeared completely and has never resurfaced up until this point, even in the wake of 9/11 - something I witnessed the horrors of firsthand.
Now then... with that out of the way!!
First Dream (a few months ago) - I'm in my parents backyard, it's a beautiful late summer day and a plane appears to do a nosedive and disappear over the horizon. I panic, run inside to tell everyone - there are a bunch of people I don't know there. Not my parents. We flip on the TV: nothing. Radio: nothing. I guess it didn't crash, it pulled up somehow. That was the whole dream!
Second Dream (a few weeks ago) - I'm in my parents backyard again, and this time I'm noticeably a small child. It's getting dark out and the FAA crews show up, but instead of being the patient, polite "scientist" type people they were in real life they have gas masks on and are evacuating the area. It looks like a "UFO crash" scene from a movie, although it's obviously not a UFO. It's also not specifically stated that a plane has crashed, but that's what I assume. Someone picks me up and throws me in the back of some kind of box truck with a bunch of other people and we drive off into the night. That was the whole dream!
Third Dream (a few nights ago) - I'm in my parents backyard once again, and it's again a beautiful late summer day. The same plane from my first dream appears and starts to nosedive, although this time it appears much closer and in incredibly slow motion to me... almost like it's going down but someone is "pressing the brakes" trying to stop it. It's not directly overhead, but it's close enough that I can make out specific details of it. It's a 747, a massive commercial passenger jumbo jet. I know because I can see the bulge up top and the two rows of windows on the side. I can hear the distinct sound of roaring jet engines getting louder and louder. I know it's gonna crash, but I'm frozen standing there clenching my teeth and fists saying "pull up!! pull up!!" even though I know it can't. I'm not close enough to see the impact, but (still in ultra-slow motion) I see the nose disappear under the treetops in the distance and the forward fuselage start to crumble as it hits, the wings and tail section start to delineate from the force, and finally a massive fireball rise up and swallow it entirely. Out of the top of the fireball, I see debris being scattered everywhere and something VERY LARGE is coming towards me. I can't move, I'm frozen there partially by awe and partially by some sick curiosity. The object arcs and starts falling closer... I can see it's a large part of one of the jet turbines, still covered in flaming jet fuel. I start to hear pieces of destroyed aircraft hit the homes and trees around me. I still can't move, it's right in front of my face... just when I think I'm going to die - the flaming jet turbine stops about 20' short of crushing me - landing in my next door neighbors' inground swimming pool - splashing water everywhere before it leaves a huge crater in the ground pushed up to our old wooden fence.
Everything switches back to normal speed. I hear the sirens, smell burning and see the huge plume of smoke in the distance. It looks like it's about a mile and a half away. I walk out front, my neighborhood doesn't appear to have gotten it too bad (aside from the huge crater that was once my neighbors' pool) but there are tiny smoldering aircraft parts scattered all over the place, hanging from trees, embedded into the sides of houses. The FAA "UFO Crash" style crew shows up and starts evacuating everyone. I'm shuffled into a box truck with a bunch of people I don't recognize, but who I assume are my neighbors. Everyone is in complete shock but doesn't say much. I'm not sure where we're going (and never learn), how many people died, where exactly the plane hit - but I do learn that it was a KLM Airlines plane that went down. KLM Flight 1921. I write this down on a piece of paper for some reason.
The dream then skips forward a certain amount of time, not exactly sure how much (as is the transient nature of dreams) but next thing I know I'm sitting in front of a different, newer suburban home with a well dressed man from the government. "You can't go back, your home was directly in the debris field" he tells me, and lets me know this home we're looking at will be my new residence. It's a nice house, in a nicer area than where my parents lived. Looks like it was built in the late 70s or early 80s because it has that light colored wood shingling that was so popular at the time. Minimal landscaping, lawn was obviously just put down. I look at a mailbox near the curb, the address is 2750. I turn and look around, the whole neighborhood looks identical. I look back at the mailbox and the address is now 2732. I comment about it to the man I'm sitting with and he shrugs it off like you would a child's repetitive inquiry about something very stupid.
Skip forward again. It's night, not sure how much later. I decide I want to go talk to my dad about something (not sure what), so I drive to the bar he bartended at when I was a little kid (the same bar he really did bartend at IRL). He's not there, but just as I arrive a bunch of people I was friends with in high school get off a train and start coming into the empty bar. Everybody is drunk and in a great mood, I start drinking with them. I make small talk about the plane crash, everyone's response is pretty much "ahh it's horrible, but what are you gonna do? Ya know?" I feel wonderful, hypnotized in some trance-like state even. All the lights have a distinct haze around them, like when you're on ecstasy. I go outside to smoke a cigarette, it feels like one of the first nights of fall. The air is crisp but still warm. A Delorean drives by, and I point it out to this guy Pete I used to hang out with... say something about the movie Back To The Future. He has no idea what I'm talking about... and dismisses me in much the same way the government man I was with earlier did. I go back inside and find a calender, it's October 1984. I'm at first uncomfortable about that, but then dismiss my own worries in the same way as everyone else has been doing. The rest of the night quickly fades into drunken oblivion and I wake up the next morning in the dream feeling hungover, looking at the piece of paper I wrote "Flight 1921" down on. That's the whole dream!
Thoughts and Observations - Obviously, there is some connection with my parents (being in their backyard repeatedly, trying to find my father to talk about something) and being a child (aircraft, air crashes, BTTF, dread) here although I'm not really sure what it is. In any of the dreams, I never remember specifically seeing my parents, and even though I was looking for my father and couldn't find him - I felt like I knew that he (and my whole family) were alive and well. The plane that went down was a KLM Airlines plane. KLM is "Royal Dutch Airlines" - my father (and me, of course) are of Flemish (Dutch-speaking) Belgian ancestry.
THIS REALLY FREAKED ME OUT - The flight number I wrote down in the third dream was Flight 1921. I have been looking up several of the specific things related to all of this over the last few days and apparently KLM Airlines first flight took place in 1920 - which is one year before 1921 (duh). The third dream took place in 1984, one year after I was born (1983) although I was apparently at the very least a young adult in it. I'm sure I could have read that at some point, but it would have been like 15 years ago when I was very interested in such things - and if somebody asked me (up until yesterday) "when was KLM Airlines first flight?" I would have absolutely no clue as to the answer if my life depended on it. For that matter, I wouldn't even have been able to say with any certainty that KLM is a Dutch airline. The 747 that crashed in my dream had different markings than their planes do in real life. It was pretty nondescript. A stripe along the side and a black marking on the tail.
I know this is my brain telling me something about either myself, my family or something I need to do/realize... but I have absolutely no idea what it could be.
Anybody?
BTW - If anyone made it through all of that, I owe you a beer
I've had "recurring" dreams about a plane crashing recently, well - actually only three over the course of a few months... however all of them stuck vividly in my memory unlike most dreams. All incorporated LOTS of real information from my life as well, which is unusual for me. Usually my dreams are a lot more abstract. Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and bang this out - if anybody has any insight on this PLEASE let me know. I feel like this is without a doubt in some way my own stupid drug addled subconsciousness trying to reveal something to me that I can't grasp on my own...
First, A Little Background... - This is gonna be kind of lengthy, I apologize. I guess if you want, just skip over it - but I do think it has a lot of relevance to my dreams because their subject matter is largely based on all of this.
I grew up in the densely populated suburbs just east of New York City. Our house was nearby some incredibly large air traffic control antenna, which I imagine was a repeater for inbound flights arriving at JFK Airport (about 10 miles west). Planes on that approach flew very nearly right over our house, and at some point, air traffic control at JFK was experiencing a massive problem where they were losing radio contact with many flights directly over our neighborhood. The FAA sent people out for YEARS trying to figure out what was happening. We would regularly wake up and find people with weird looking instruments setting up shop in our backyard or climbing up telephone poles. It was very strange. I don't believe they ever figured out exactly what was wrong, and as far as I can tell the ultimate solution was to just move the flight pattern slightly to the east... because once they stopped coming, planes no longer flew directly over our house.
Anyway, that all weirded me out very much - in addition to just being very strange, right around the same time, an Avianca jetliner on the VERY SAME approach to JFK went down about 10 miles north of where I lived. That scared me, I was very young at the time.
However, while deathly scared of a plane crashing into my house and killing my whole family, I never had any dreams/nightmares about it... and at the same time, I was also completely enchanted with airplanes, air travel, flight, etc. I would sit in our backyard for hours looking up at the various different aircraft overhead. I read every book I could get my hands on, I watched every Discovery Channel program that even remotely dealt with the topic, I begged my parents to take me to airshows, museums and stuff like that constantly. There was a small general aviation airport nearby as well, and I spent many days sitting there watching planes taking off dreaming of one day becoming a pilot and traveling the world. I never had an actual fear of flying, in fact a few years later I had the incredible opportunity to fly a small plane myself and it was to this day the best experience of my entire life. But that was all when I was very young, and while I've always remained at least remotely interested in things like that, the fascination and desire to pursue it as a career faded completely. The irrational fear of a plane crashing into my home also disappeared completely and has never resurfaced up until this point, even in the wake of 9/11 - something I witnessed the horrors of firsthand.
Now then... with that out of the way!!
First Dream (a few months ago) - I'm in my parents backyard, it's a beautiful late summer day and a plane appears to do a nosedive and disappear over the horizon. I panic, run inside to tell everyone - there are a bunch of people I don't know there. Not my parents. We flip on the TV: nothing. Radio: nothing. I guess it didn't crash, it pulled up somehow. That was the whole dream!
Second Dream (a few weeks ago) - I'm in my parents backyard again, and this time I'm noticeably a small child. It's getting dark out and the FAA crews show up, but instead of being the patient, polite "scientist" type people they were in real life they have gas masks on and are evacuating the area. It looks like a "UFO crash" scene from a movie, although it's obviously not a UFO. It's also not specifically stated that a plane has crashed, but that's what I assume. Someone picks me up and throws me in the back of some kind of box truck with a bunch of other people and we drive off into the night. That was the whole dream!
Third Dream (a few nights ago) - I'm in my parents backyard once again, and it's again a beautiful late summer day. The same plane from my first dream appears and starts to nosedive, although this time it appears much closer and in incredibly slow motion to me... almost like it's going down but someone is "pressing the brakes" trying to stop it. It's not directly overhead, but it's close enough that I can make out specific details of it. It's a 747, a massive commercial passenger jumbo jet. I know because I can see the bulge up top and the two rows of windows on the side. I can hear the distinct sound of roaring jet engines getting louder and louder. I know it's gonna crash, but I'm frozen standing there clenching my teeth and fists saying "pull up!! pull up!!" even though I know it can't. I'm not close enough to see the impact, but (still in ultra-slow motion) I see the nose disappear under the treetops in the distance and the forward fuselage start to crumble as it hits, the wings and tail section start to delineate from the force, and finally a massive fireball rise up and swallow it entirely. Out of the top of the fireball, I see debris being scattered everywhere and something VERY LARGE is coming towards me. I can't move, I'm frozen there partially by awe and partially by some sick curiosity. The object arcs and starts falling closer... I can see it's a large part of one of the jet turbines, still covered in flaming jet fuel. I start to hear pieces of destroyed aircraft hit the homes and trees around me. I still can't move, it's right in front of my face... just when I think I'm going to die - the flaming jet turbine stops about 20' short of crushing me - landing in my next door neighbors' inground swimming pool - splashing water everywhere before it leaves a huge crater in the ground pushed up to our old wooden fence.
Everything switches back to normal speed. I hear the sirens, smell burning and see the huge plume of smoke in the distance. It looks like it's about a mile and a half away. I walk out front, my neighborhood doesn't appear to have gotten it too bad (aside from the huge crater that was once my neighbors' pool) but there are tiny smoldering aircraft parts scattered all over the place, hanging from trees, embedded into the sides of houses. The FAA "UFO Crash" style crew shows up and starts evacuating everyone. I'm shuffled into a box truck with a bunch of people I don't recognize, but who I assume are my neighbors. Everyone is in complete shock but doesn't say much. I'm not sure where we're going (and never learn), how many people died, where exactly the plane hit - but I do learn that it was a KLM Airlines plane that went down. KLM Flight 1921. I write this down on a piece of paper for some reason.
The dream then skips forward a certain amount of time, not exactly sure how much (as is the transient nature of dreams) but next thing I know I'm sitting in front of a different, newer suburban home with a well dressed man from the government. "You can't go back, your home was directly in the debris field" he tells me, and lets me know this home we're looking at will be my new residence. It's a nice house, in a nicer area than where my parents lived. Looks like it was built in the late 70s or early 80s because it has that light colored wood shingling that was so popular at the time. Minimal landscaping, lawn was obviously just put down. I look at a mailbox near the curb, the address is 2750. I turn and look around, the whole neighborhood looks identical. I look back at the mailbox and the address is now 2732. I comment about it to the man I'm sitting with and he shrugs it off like you would a child's repetitive inquiry about something very stupid.
Skip forward again. It's night, not sure how much later. I decide I want to go talk to my dad about something (not sure what), so I drive to the bar he bartended at when I was a little kid (the same bar he really did bartend at IRL). He's not there, but just as I arrive a bunch of people I was friends with in high school get off a train and start coming into the empty bar. Everybody is drunk and in a great mood, I start drinking with them. I make small talk about the plane crash, everyone's response is pretty much "ahh it's horrible, but what are you gonna do? Ya know?" I feel wonderful, hypnotized in some trance-like state even. All the lights have a distinct haze around them, like when you're on ecstasy. I go outside to smoke a cigarette, it feels like one of the first nights of fall. The air is crisp but still warm. A Delorean drives by, and I point it out to this guy Pete I used to hang out with... say something about the movie Back To The Future. He has no idea what I'm talking about... and dismisses me in much the same way the government man I was with earlier did. I go back inside and find a calender, it's October 1984. I'm at first uncomfortable about that, but then dismiss my own worries in the same way as everyone else has been doing. The rest of the night quickly fades into drunken oblivion and I wake up the next morning in the dream feeling hungover, looking at the piece of paper I wrote "Flight 1921" down on. That's the whole dream!
Thoughts and Observations - Obviously, there is some connection with my parents (being in their backyard repeatedly, trying to find my father to talk about something) and being a child (aircraft, air crashes, BTTF, dread) here although I'm not really sure what it is. In any of the dreams, I never remember specifically seeing my parents, and even though I was looking for my father and couldn't find him - I felt like I knew that he (and my whole family) were alive and well. The plane that went down was a KLM Airlines plane. KLM is "Royal Dutch Airlines" - my father (and me, of course) are of Flemish (Dutch-speaking) Belgian ancestry.
THIS REALLY FREAKED ME OUT - The flight number I wrote down in the third dream was Flight 1921. I have been looking up several of the specific things related to all of this over the last few days and apparently KLM Airlines first flight took place in 1920 - which is one year before 1921 (duh). The third dream took place in 1984, one year after I was born (1983) although I was apparently at the very least a young adult in it. I'm sure I could have read that at some point, but it would have been like 15 years ago when I was very interested in such things - and if somebody asked me (up until yesterday) "when was KLM Airlines first flight?" I would have absolutely no clue as to the answer if my life depended on it. For that matter, I wouldn't even have been able to say with any certainty that KLM is a Dutch airline. The 747 that crashed in my dream had different markings than their planes do in real life. It was pretty nondescript. A stripe along the side and a black marking on the tail.
I know this is my brain telling me something about either myself, my family or something I need to do/realize... but I have absolutely no idea what it could be.
Anybody?
BTW - If anyone made it through all of that, I owe you a beer
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HigherAwareness
Bluelighter
^ Damn right that was fuckin long LOL......... Which is how i like em.
This dream occured 5/3/2010
Bizzare shooting at KIA dealership up the street. Lots of people were hurt and lots of sirens. I have a different looking cell phone, maybe its new. Also the display says sketchers (like the shoe) instead of verizon. I have to move back in with my old roomate who I hate. We are smoing pot only it is soaking wet. I have to go to work and everyone there likes me Phone is acting as a portal to different rooms.
This dream occured 5/3/2010
Bizzare shooting at KIA dealership up the street. Lots of people were hurt and lots of sirens. I have a different looking cell phone, maybe its new. Also the display says sketchers (like the shoe) instead of verizon. I have to move back in with my old roomate who I hate. We are smoing pot only it is soaking wet. I have to go to work and everyone there likes me
Phone is acting as a portal to different rooms.
malakaix
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Revive!
For the last week i've continued to have dreams within dreams, this is gets rather disorientating especially when you cant remember whats true and what isn't. The dream i had last night involved me been caught attempting to buy a kilo of cocaine or something, what i was buying wasn't the focal point it.. the focus of the dream was centered around my feelings about this situation, which seemed to cause a self-reflection of my entire life leading upto that moment; now facing the prospect of prison and having my freedom taken from me. The unnerving part of all this was i woke up into 2 other dreams in an attempt to remind myself that this wasn't real and each time i woke up i was so utterly convinced that it was real and my life as i knew it was coming to an end.
My interpretation of this seems to be hinting that i need to seriously 'wake up' and start doing something with my life before its over, which resonates with where i've been mentally and emotionally for the last year.
Anyone else have any dreams or thoughts to share?
For the last week i've continued to have dreams within dreams, this is gets rather disorientating especially when you cant remember whats true and what isn't. The dream i had last night involved me been caught attempting to buy a kilo of cocaine or something, what i was buying wasn't the focal point it.. the focus of the dream was centered around my feelings about this situation, which seemed to cause a self-reflection of my entire life leading upto that moment; now facing the prospect of prison and having my freedom taken from me. The unnerving part of all this was i woke up into 2 other dreams in an attempt to remind myself that this wasn't real and each time i woke up i was so utterly convinced that it was real and my life as i knew it was coming to an end.
My interpretation of this seems to be hinting that i need to seriously 'wake up' and start doing something with my life before its over, which resonates with where i've been mentally and emotionally for the last year.
Anyone else have any dreams or thoughts to share?