Sober Dreaming.

[StaticMan]

I am new here but I wantted to share some of my odd dreaming with people who would understand.

As any chronic pot smoker who has quit will know the dreams are abit much in the beginning. I don't think there are any meanings to them but there could be underlining meanings.

Well this is a bit of a stretching dream. I dreamt about "Willow" the movie.

I was MadMartigan, and I was hiding under the bridge that willow fights the trolls on. When Willow Drops his "Magical seed" I ended up grabbing it and trying to help him with the Troll problem. It ended up turning into a video game type dream with "Maps and quests"

This dream somehow turned into a civil war dream, I think I woke up for a second and went right back to bed.

Well it was my brother and me on our stomachs behind a small grassy hill fighting in the Union Army.

I remember bullets whizzing by and tell my brother to "keep his head down and be careful" I would crawl up the small embankment and fire into the uncoming Rebel army. I somehow ended up crawling around a building and firing onto marching Confederate forces who had... no bullshit. TWO sasquatches carrying ammo... I ended up being fired upon.

Then the dream went into me crawling in my own house nervous about a man standing outside my window holding a gun. I didn't see the gun but for me in some dreams there is information I just know, Its my dream so I suppose its connected with my mind in that fashion.

Well he ended up having a shot out. Shortly after the guns stop blazing I notice my door open so I close it and notice someone coming up the stairs and to my door with a pistol.

He Opens my door and sits at the computer with a gun and lookin at my mother. When he's slightly distracted I litter his body with an Uzi, no clue how I obtained it.

That's the last thing I remember. Just strange Sober dreams.

 

[chairmanma084]

i had a dream once. i was outside smoking a cigarette when all of a sudden three men in suits walked up to me holding sticks in their right hands. the third one in line wore a red three piece suit and matching wide brim hat. all the men's shoes were black and shiny enough to reflect bits of sun back in my eyes. i remember seeing spots when i looked away from their shoes, so much that the spots blocked out my view of their eyes. the third man in line spoke to me with his hands folded neatly on his stomach, "heroes aren't the ones who make my mistakes. they repeat their own despite frustration." his voice then left him and he gasped for air, trembling and eventually falling to the ground. then the first man, large at first, began to shrink in height, or age. he must've been a fat child because after two minutes, he was a short, squat little man with an immaculate complexion. all the while, the sun set and rose and set then rose again, four times over, but simultaneously. there was no sun hanging above our heads. it just peaked above the horizon and then it was gone, over and over. the shrinking man lost his salience and importance. two men remained, and one silent unassuming child in a man's sized red suit. the last man brought a small knife out of his pocket and tossed it, back and forth, between his red hands. the knife glimmered in the elusive sunlight and dotted my sight like the shoes had before. unlike the shoe's reflective beams, the knife's light made its way towards my eyes with persistence and precision. my eyes burned in their light. the train's whistle sounded loud and i turned quickly to look behind me, searching out for the subtle vibrations and drone of the train approaching. i saw the smoke churning up into the air. it gasped in the wind, spread up and dispersed into the gray sky. you could smell the hot smoke as it gasped in the atmosphere. jesus showed his face in those smoke stacks. he spoke and he said, "jerrod, go to the people of ursinus. have them ordain you in the faith of the father. here you will learn to rule." the grass at my feet grew a foot and tickled the bottoms of my knee caps. the remaining red-suited man crouched down on all fours, sprouted a tail and ran away as a red goat, horns and all. his hooves caught glimmers of sunlight running away, which caught my eyes, burning them with hot bright light. i thought, "jesus saved me but i wasn't even awake. how could religion seem so fake? i think i'll stay in all week and drink some tea with my grandmother's friends."

 

[Sega420]

I very often get very strange lucid dreams.
Mostlyi do it on purpose. Its easier than you'd think (or maybe just me)
I do it by staying awake for ages, then sleep for a few hours, awake for half that time,
then sleep for a a few hours. Eventually after having this messed up sleep pattern you will start
Lucid dreaming.
Sometimes they are uncontrollable, like a fucked up movie,
Other times you can take full control. But guaranteed- they are always odd.

I've found that my "lucid dream" world is one, huge place, and all the places
are interconnected in one way or another, sometimes places connections change with
other ones.
I can perfectly remember each lucid dream and place in this world,
And even revisit these places any time I wish, but often with new "scripts" on "stages that have been used for other plays"

If you've ever dreamed lucidly, you will understand just how real it is,
And how fucking awesome it is to be able to control dreaming and
It is even better when you figure out how to lucid dream on purpose.

- note -
Lucid dreaming is when one becomes conscious in ones dream.
IE your body is asleep yet your mind is awake, unlike in normal dreams.


Anyone else have this?

Peace,
Sega420

 

[b4rd]

when i stop smoking, after about 2 weeks i start to get GNARLY dreams, and i mean VIVID and WEIRD lol.

 

[Chainer]

Take 5-10mg melatonin before bed while high. Enjoy. I basically view my dreams as psychedelic trips at this point.

 

[Jibult]

StaticMan, those are exactly the kinds of dreams i have, man, sober or otherwise.

personally, i love my dreams. there was a (depressing) point in my life where the part of my day that i looked most forward to was the end of it, when i could put my head to pillow and do/be whatever the hell i wanted for the next 8 hours.

i've made it a point to be more conscious about my dreams because i enjoy them so much, so i remember most everything that happens in mine the same way that you did with the one you just described.


i'm curious, though, do you enjoy these strange, seemingly nonsensical dreams? i know you called them strange, but some people appreciate strange way more than they do normal.