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Waking Life aka The Dream Thread

I had a dream the day before my birthday last year...

I was late for work, my mum was driving me to work, got to work, and there was anothe rgirl sitting at my desk, i went rank at her to move because i was late, and she was in my seat.

She moved, then i went walking through these lolly isles, for munchies while i worked... My mum also picked some up...
I sat down at my desk, and the sky outside went black, and suddenly a strob light was going off.. apparently we were all fired... via strob.
 
The other night I dreamed that I sawed the arm off this 14-year-old kid who was running around and generally being a cockhead... It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I needed an arm for something (some voodoo shit if I recall correctly). The kid was in incredible pain instantly, and I felt as if I was in control the whole time, doing it on a whim. Unfortunately the arm I needed had to be a demon's arm and the kid wasn't a demon (although he *was* a little prick). As a result everything went to shit. The kid's mother (who was the witch who needed a demon's arm) starts screaming. I was overwhelmed by a crushing sense of failure (you have NO idea how total this was, I felt ready to kill myself for it) and I woke up.

It was kind of scary because as a kid I used to have very poor control of my emotions, and used to snap at people all the time, even people who didn't deserve it. I always had the same feeling when I did it, too (that I was in control of my actions, yet didn't really want to do it - like I was doing it on a whim, but having second thoughts about it, while at the same time wanting to finish what I started)
 
This morning on the way through a liquor store, picking up some bottles of hennesey, i was delayed in line at the register because the two guys in front of me gave the cashier a large tray with a dead and decomposing rodent (which was about 3 feet long) which the cashier proceeded to play with and not serve me.
I woke up thinking to myself to tell them to fuckin forget it and walk out.
 
I dreamed that me and my friend were secret agents searching for the Leprechaun(from all those movies). We were interviewing an eyewitness in his bathtub when the leprechaun pops out from the wall and tears his head off. and me and my friend start running.
 
I keep dreaming about literal things. Like waking up, meeting with friends, normal everyday things. And I ACTUALLY wake up, like fuck.
 
I had a strange dream last night. I was at a Lakers/Spurs basketball game, waiting for it to wrap up so I could play in a hockey game. I guess the ice was underneath the basketball court. And this doctor was with me because he had to give me some cortisone injections in my spine.

**See, I have a bad back from playing hockey (in my waking life); I'm a goalie and the pressure from years of playing has caused my spine to compress down onto itself. bulging discs, ligament tears, all sorts of fun stuff.**

Anyway, I laid down on a table out in the lobby of this sports arena, and the doctor started giving me the shots, which for one reason or another, I found very arousing. I could feel his hand on my back and the needle moving around inside me and the liquid was warm as it flowed into my body. Before I knew it, my back and neck were completely numb, which made me really happy. But then I looked down at my fingers, and it seemed the drug had also caused my fingers to shorten and all I was left with were little stumps on both hands.

I was wondering if I would be able to keep my glove and blocker on with no fingers when an announcement came over this loud speaker saying that our hockey game had been cancelled because the Lakers and Spurs were going into overtime.
 
I had a very odd dream last night, it probably had no relevance, but eh, might as well post it here.

I was standing in a room, with no doors, and one window. There was a bed, a magazine, and a toilet in the room. I looked around and the walls were covered in blood and scratch marks. There were chains on the wall, but I was not chained up, and it was lightning outside. I layed down, and a girl walked in, and layed down next to me. I had no idea who she was, but she seemed familiar. I started talking to her, and then I looked over, and she was gone, but there was a door that was open. So I walked out of the door into a field, where there was nothing but grass as far as the eye could see, but there was a nice breeze, like there is when it's about to rain, and the moon shone just right through the clouds so that it lit up the ground. I walked forward quite a bit and I ended up in a graveyard, not a creepy one, but there was only one grave there, and the grave had a name that I recognized as the girls (although I didn't know the girl's name.)

How screwed up is that?
 
These are really interesting to read.

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately, to the point of not wanting to sleep at all. Anyway, on Friday night I dreamed that I was disintegrating from the inside, as if from some super fast version of ebola. It wasn't the tangible/physical manifestation of this (in the dream I mean) that was so disturbing; rather, it was the psychological sensation of my consciousness drifting slowly out of my body until NOTHING was left.

Now this is interesting to me, because it seemed like the ultimate nihilistic nightmare - pure nothingingness hanging so heavily upon my subconscious/dreaming self - I can't even put into words the utter horror I felt upon waking. Just the sensation of nothingness and the utter weightlessness of it all, the lack of any emotion or conscious presence...

It doesn't sound bad at all, while I'm awake. I guess I just felt the weight of being aware of such a thing, yet nonsensically feeling nothing, being nothing; I woke up screaming to get out. I guess that's what it's like to be in a vacuum. Yet in my dream, I felt absolutely nothing - it just doesn't make sense to me. Days afterwards, I'm still bothered by it, and I can't shake that feeling of non-existence.
 
Here is a repost from the lounge thread:

Well I haven't exactly died in my sleep (how would I know?) but I've been hurt pretty badly twice.

The first time was like 1+ years ago, I had a dream I had to outrun some wolves to leave this house I was at. I tried once, and they got me, I blacked out, and started over right where I had been (weird, I know.. I was too pissed off about losing any potentially 'unsaved changes' i.e. what I had just done to ponder the philosophical ramifications).

It really hurt, though! The wolf jumped and bit me right in the abdomen. I had blinding pain and blacked out, woke up after the third time, after trying to talk to the dude at the house. (I foolishly decided to go without food that night, and totally got hunger pangs _exactly_ where the wolf had bitten me).

The last time was only just recently, like last week. I was at my lame part-time grocery delivery job (which I stay at even though I could do better, what with being in uni and all 'cause it pays SO GOOD! Few $$ per delivery, 30 odd deliveries per shift, you do the math) when this new guy was giving me undermination (undermining me) so I was like fine, I'm out of here (my shift was done anyway).

So I leave, duck into the side door of the store which leads downstairs, even though it's not my department (fruits and vegetables). Suddenly a guy comes out of the f&v room with an automatic uzi covered with a rag (is that supposed to silence it?) and shoots me 3 times in the right chest. Ow! I woke up right away. I was like, they can't fire me, so they kill me?! (I have this theory that the lower in the business world the business, the shadier and more gangster like the politics of it are.

Most recently I dreamed I was swimming with a girl .. nothing to do with dying, that girl was hot though.
 
mealltach said:
These are really interesting to read.

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately, to the point of not wanting to sleep at all. Anyway, on Friday night I dreamed that I was disintegrating from the inside, as if from some super fast version of ebola. It wasn't the tangible/physical manifestation of this (in the dream I mean) that was so disturbing; rather, it was the psychological sensation of my consciousness drifting slowly out of my body until NOTHING was left.

Now this is interesting to me, because it seemed like the ultimate nihilistic nightmare - pure nothingingness hanging so heavily upon my subconscious/dreaming self - I can't even put into words the utter horror I felt upon waking. Just the sensation of nothingness and the utter weightlessness of it all, the lack of any emotion or conscious presence...

It doesn't sound bad at all, while I'm awake. I guess I just felt the weight of being aware of such a thing, yet nonsensically feeling nothing, being nothing; I woke up screaming to get out. I guess that's what it's like to be in a vacuum. Yet in my dream, I felt absolutely nothing - it just doesn't make sense to me. Days afterwards, I'm still bothered by it, and I can't shake that feeling of non-existence.
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You know I've had this sensation several times. In one dream I was walking down a street and I was thinking that someone was following me. Just as I thought I'd lost them, a woman popped up and injected me with some strange liquid. I started cursing her (it was like I knew what she was doing) and felt my consciousness slipping away. It felt like I was being submerged in a pool of water, but except water it was nothingness. It also happened another time but I was more receptive to it and after my 'disintegration' I actually ended up in some pretty vivid dream states. Next time it happens just try to let it happen and see where you end up. :)
 
Sartre said:
I had a very odd dream last night, it probably had no relevance, but eh, might as well post it here.

I was standing in a room, with no doors, and one window. There was a bed, a magazine, and a toilet in the room. I looked around and the walls were covered in blood and scratch marks. There were chains on the wall, but I was not chained up, and it was lightning outside. I layed down, and a girl walked in, and layed down next to me. I had no idea who she was, but she seemed familiar. I started talking to her, and then I looked over, and she was gone, but there was a door that was open. So I walked out of the door into a field, where there was nothing but grass as far as the eye could see, but there was a nice breeze, like there is when it's about to rain, and the moon shone just right through the clouds so that it lit up the ground. I walked forward quite a bit and I ended up in a graveyard, not a creepy one, but there was only one grave there, and the grave had a name that I recognized as the girls (although I didn't know the girl's name.)

How screwed up is that?
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Im sorry, but something like that is my definition of a nightmare... the feeling trapped in a room with blood on the walls etc etc its pretty horrific.... and screwed up like you said.

I always have reoccuring dreams, but the dreams that most seem to bother me arent even dreams - they're mental images. Its the same thing, over and over again, and it makes me feel like im being compressed, or that my head is overflowing, which actually is really uncomfortable - comparable to when your ears block up on the plain and then your entire face starts hurting and ears stinging etc.

These dreams are mainly jagged rocks, falling onto each other in a puddle where the water is not high enough to soften the fall, and the rocks roll past each other, but because they're so jagged, they scrape, and hit, and all in all i cant explain the intense feeling i get. Or else i might be in a room that is overcrowded with books, and i feel like im being compressed, or else everything will start spinning and it wont stop. And the thing about these dreams is that it doesnt stop - to me, this is the worst nightmare ever. I cant escape, and its reoccuring - it never stops.
 
I had a dream recently in which I had a sleep paralysis and when Iw oke from the dream I saw my self grinning abck at me, the me I saw looked like he was tripping balls, his entire face was covered with micro swirlies of energy and life. the eyes almost all pupil radiating light off them like fireworks in a pitch black sky. shit was intence. I also have alot of dreams about my father and shit in life I need to get on top of. but I just wish I could leave some of these behind.
 
A few nights ago I was thinking about quantum physics and string theory while I was falling asleep. I was thinking about dimensions where there are such subtle differences in the laws of the universe we are in waking consciencness in and how when we dream it's as if the soul drops the body and releases us into a realm where the rules that apply to the realm we live in no longer apply, and we are free to bend and break them in the dream realm. So I dreamed that the sidewalk was rubbery, the sky was yellow and the sun was blue, people were walking through glass because glass was no longer a solid, it was a liquid. Water had the same fluidity and it was still wet but people were walking on it. It was really just interesting to dream about, it's kind of fucked me up about this reality though . I keep thinking that after the big bang the world will grow into how it was in my dream.
 
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ive found this thread after having a weird dream last night and hoping to learn more about dreams, hope someone can translate some meaning to me, ive only read this page and the first one.

I was laying down in bed and could hear a ringing in my ears and felt my body becoming paralised, i normally try and move my fingers around like you do when your trying to get circulation and the ringing in my ears got really intense it was getting so strong i felt my jaw clench so hard it cracked and then i was paralised and it lasted a minute or so and then went away
i went to turn the bedside light on, wouldnt turn on, tried waking my gf up to put her bedside light on, she wouldnt wake up so i got up and put the bedroom light on, didnt turn on, went to my parents room and tried the lounge room light on the way and that didnt work either, went to my parents room there light didnt work either, but the radio clock was on and it was 3:11 and that light was enough to see the room barely, i wake my mum up and tell her none of the lights are working, shes like dont worry power will be back on inthe morning, i tell her the powers not out cuz the radio clock is on its just the lightglobes that dont work she goes dont worry just goto bed, then i grab her arm and pull her out of bed and shes like ouch be careful u hurt me then i saw this black figure standing in her bedroom mirror, its a really big mirror it was standing next to my dads side of the bed then the weirdest thing happened i wake up and im back in bed and im still paralised after a minute it goes away i reach for the side light and it turns on, check the time on my mobile and its 3:14 then i just lay there freaking out and i could hear a light tapping sound coming from my gfs side of the room

oh also i have a baby and baby woke up at 5:50 and i was to scared to get up and make a bottle so i asked my gf to do it and when she came back she goes wtf did u do to the bed? and somehow all the blankets were on her side of the bed, not only that but the matress cover and also the woollen blanket thing inbetween the matress and matress cover was also stuffed under her and baby, i was sleeping on bare matress

i dont know what to make off it, it was so similar to my last experience.

my last experience was maybe 3 months ago where it was a saturday morning and i had to give my mate a lift to the mechanics to pick up his car, my gf wakes up and goes in the shower first so i take the time i stretch and relax, out of no where i get that ringing in my ears and i start to get paralised it took all the energy i had to open my eyes but i wanted to see if i could see anything, open my eyes and i can just see the wardrobe, but it felt like my soul was being sucked out from behind, anyway i see that there is a glass on the bedside, i think that if i can knock over the glass itll create noise and someone will come in the room to check on me, i couldnt reach the glass but i came in contact with the cloth fabric thing under it, so i pull it and i hear the glass fall on the ground and the carpet absorb all the water im like fek it didnt make much noise and ive now made a mess, anyway tash comes out of the shower and i slowely get feeling back in my body and she comes in the room and i told her what happened
she had a look at my back and there was a red mark on there, but the scary thing was that the glass of water was still on the bedside table, so i guess i was dreaming? but it was so real

thats the similaraties with last night, it was so real, and like how would i know there was a glass of water on the bedside if i was dreaming?
sorry about the long post, hope someone has some experience or knowledge on what ive just experienced
 
Hey all, loved the idea for this thread. Lots to read so I'll try to catch up but in the meantime I have a couple dreams to share.

The strange thing is, the dreams I'm going to describe appeared during the first week of a monthlong period where I was taking wellbutrin xl as prescribed by my psych.

Flying dreams. I love flying in dreams and they seem to be on the rare side so when I do have them I always acknowledge them. This particular week I counted three different dreams on different nights where I was flying in different settings. I remember by the third dream the sensation of flying seemed very familiar and I feel like I had increased my skill at it. I remember distinct parts of the dream analyzing the way I moved my arms and how it affected my flight.

Now on to the more bizarre...

I was at a friends house just hanging out when I looked outside, the clouds were brushing by the windows at high speeds. This signalled to my friend and I that a storm was about to come right through and we better get down to the basement - and fast! We race down there and suddenly my friend is going on about his machine, a machine that he needs to hook up for some dire purpose. This is odd, im getting waves of goosebumps over my body as I type this, ahem..anyway...He ends up hooking me into this odd machine we have placed in the middle of the floor.

There is a high ceiling in the room ( not much of a basement I guess heh) and I start seeing visions of dark clouds and lightning on the ceiling... my friend is working with some receiver part of the machine as if he's trying to contact someone desperately. Next thing I know he tells me "theres an asian man... he needs help. He says the lepers are throwing feces at each other.." Almost instantly , I am teleported to the location of this 'asian man' who appears to be some sort of a weird scientist. I find myself in the front yard of the house. Every thing outside the vicinity of the house is gloomy darkness.

The lepers look like zombies. Somehow it is communicated to me that each one can perform only one action alone, and the action as displayed by one of them are brainless acts of nonsense ( one of them could make their finger spin around their wrist- and that was it). The area just outside the house seems to be engulfed in some sort of green slime and the leper-zombies are wading in it. I get the sense the scientist is performing experiements on them and theyre not happy about it but they can't do much about it either. Then I woke up.



sorry for the long post, wasnt sure how to break it down ;/
 
Indelibleface said:
I continue to have this basic recurring dream: I meet a woman, usually from my past, but it could be someone I've never met. We decide to have sex, and we look around for a place to have it. We're usually in a familiar place, whether it be my college, a park, Ventura Blvd. in Los Angeles, my grandmother's house, et cetera. Anyway, we search and search for a perfect, private location, but we're never able to find a place to have sex. Whether we're interrupted by nosy onlookers or just nervous about the location itself, we never have intercourse because of one or more of these reasons. This has happened in my dreams many times over the past several months.

Any interpretations? I'm sure there's some weird meaning behind all of this.
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I will take a stab at this one and say that at some level you're *worried* about not being able to have sex. Its like when you want something so bad and its just out of reach, but when you give up looking for it , it comes right to you.
 
Also , I just had to add this dream. The same week I think I had started on the wellbutrin I had two different dreams where I met albert Hoffman and sat down in awe and struck up a conversation with him.
 
Last night I had a dream that I went with a couple of friends to a drum & bass party in Sacramento. After the party one of the DJ's (who happened to be a friend of ours) took us to a poetry reading. There was this game we played were everyone had to create a piece of a poem using a pool of phrases given to us. No one was allowed to use the same phrase. It was on a first come first serve basis. The object of the game was to come up with a poem that flowed perfectly. I ended up being the last person to come up with a poem. I didn't know how to write poems and explained that I didn't want to play. They said that I would have to eat shit if I didn't. I guess you would eat shit from a champagne bottle. In the bottle was shit mixed with water. At the bottom of the bottle I saw a diamond.

I woke up after that.
 
for awhile i had frequent dreams right after falling asleep that would have some weird, one dimensional themes in which i would urgently need to perform some action but be paralyzed and unable to move at all. my heart rate would go up really fast (it seemed) i would think it was going to explode and wake up in a panic.

one of these times, i didn't wake up right away - instead i crawled around my body and watched it sleeping. i did this for only a few moments before realizing the implications of consciously, in a dream, observing my own body sleep, in the same place, same clothes, same lighting, as the exact place in which i was sleeping?

i think of, instead of waking up, startled, my dream self would have walked into the kitchen to say "hello"

because of that experience i'm particularly interested in waking dreams, i think i saw the tip of the iceberg and it was really cool. i had a recent 2c-e encounter during which i watched 'waking life' having had a friend recently recommend the movie to me. i had no idea what to expect and it was very moving and rung very true.
 
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