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Waking Life aka The Dream Thread

This dream was when i was 12 and changed my life.

I was stuck up in a dream i do not remember than i die in the dream... I slowly get lifted up into the sky, lit by the sun and rayys of light with beautiful large cumulonimbus clouuds arounds me. i had an extremely rushed euphoria, and I am almost positive music was playing. Than I open my eyes and I am sitting on top of a neverending rainbow slide in this sky setting. I look to the sides of me seeing down, but looking up into the blue sky. I am extremely anxious now and finally let go, sliding up into the sky on the rainbow slide, having the most profound experience of my life, and yess, in a dream.
i open my eyes once more and im flying back into reality through the sky like when hulk jumps, or no gravity in halo, soaring back to land.
 
last week i had a dream where i was with a bunch of people inside a city bar waiting on an imminent nuclear detonation. the place was open, we all knew it was far too late to run. we were resigned to our fate. i ducked behind the bar or a short wall, and looked down and had no idea what it would feel like. this went on for a short while, and suddenly when i closed my eyes i felt a rush of warmth go through me. it was like i blacked out, and with a hazy mind i looked up over the bar/wall and saw some people in full protective gear looking down on me through their round goggles. although i saw them, it didn't register what they were right away.

then i woke up
 
malakaix said:
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...
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I once had a dream within a dream within a dream within... I dreamt that I woke up in my bed and everything was seemingly "normal", but there was the distinct feeling that there was a presence in the room. This sensation was so strong and ominous that I was too scared to look around to try and "see" what was causing it. After a few moments of absolute terror, I was jolted out of the dream by the realisation that I must have been dreaming to experience such a supernatural fear.

I awoke in my bed again, and at first there was a strong feeling of relief before the presence came back and I was completely paralysed again. It was cold and black and everywhere that wasn't included in my field of vision. Once again I jolted out of the dream only to wake up in the same scenario again... and again.

When I finally woke up I was so shaken that I couldn't tell if it was just my nerves after such a bizarre occurrence or if the dream was repeating over. It took me a good five minutes to pull myself together.

It's difficult to put into words, but it was especially lucid at each realisation point. It was as if the fear had become so intense that my rational mind woke me up with the most logical conclusion: a fear so outrageous cannot "exist" in the "real" world; therefore I had to be asleep. The most perverse aspect of the whole experience was the waking up in the same alarming dream space numerous (I can't remember exactly how many, perhaps four or five) times.

I don't think I'll ever forget it.
 
Last night's dream:

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I am trying to cross a bridge in my parents' old station wagon. This bridge can fold down (much like the bridges that raise to allow ships to pass, except this one folds downward and is in the middle of a highway), and did so at some unpredictable interval. The water underneath the bridge is rising, and the river has broken its banks - we (myself and my passengers, not to mention the increasing number of cars approaching from the rear) will be flooded soon if we can't pass the bridge.

I decide to take my chances and gun it just after the bridge raises back up to the road level. I'm about halfway across when the ridge folds down again, opening like a trapdoor, and there's suddenly nothing underneath us. No water, no bridge - just empty, dry riverbed. The car crashes into the sandy bottom with a surprising lack of force.

I immediately get out of the car and dial 000. The operator doesn't ask me whether I'm after police, fire or ambulance, but just lets me talk. I direct her to my location in a cold tone of voice. She acknowledges my statement, but doesn't send any help. She doesn't seem to care. Only after I hang up do I realise I did all this without even checking on my passengers. I don't seem to care, either. I briefly wonder whether the operator's lack of concern stemmed from my own. I then get the feeling that this realisation - that I don't care about those whose lives I was responsible for whilst driving - should frighten me deeply, yet I remain unmoved.​

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It was at this point that I awoke and was somewhat off-put by this notion of apathy. It's been in the back of my mind all day, just below the surface.
 
I've once had a dream which was quite strange. At the start It felt as if I sort of sunk into this grey morphed area , I could see my body and I tried to move and scream but my teeth were jammed shut ( much like sleep paralysis) and I had the physical sensations of writhing and trying to scream, but to no avail. Then I spun into another location , I was just outside my room in the garden but it had snowed and I was extremely suprised and asked myself " has it snowed but I've come outside and just forgot about it?" I started playing with the snow and it was great fun, the sky looked amazing and I actually had the real sensations of being in snow. I walked to my front door and it had been kicked open, snow was everywhere. I ran into the kitchen and sunk again into the grey area. Dream ended there.

I've also had a dream within a dream recently after doing 6-APB. It involved me in the car with my mum, the sky was extremely orange and I appeared to be smoking pcp through a nitrous bottle (I had been doing alot of nitrous recently) but somehow keeping it secret from my mum. I felt quite dissociated and for some reason we were driving to my local gym, my mum dropped me off in the car park and then the dream got weird. I suddenly was running/being chased through a shopping centre that was entirely orange and purple except all the posters/adverts were in black and white. I continued running and then burst through a door into what seemed like a meeting, two of my uncles were there and a woman that I vaguely reconised from my childhood, they were all wearing purple shirts. They seemed to have been discussing something and that I had interupted them, one of my uncles who was sitting in front of where I was standing turned and said to me coldly " what are you doing here". At that point I woke up in what I thought was my bed, but I was clutching the nitrous bottle. I stood up and saw that I had been sleeping in a remote area of the gym carpark, and that it was now dark. At this point I started smoking 'pcp' from the nitrous bottle again and proceeded to wake into the real world.
 
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Haha that dream within a dream sounds intense Mercc96, its strange how the effect of using drugs in dreams seems to be exponentially more bizarre then you could ever imagine.

I had a dream the other night where i started to become aware i was dreaming and everything went side-ways from there on. The dream was primarily focused around a music festival out in the forest/bushland and i was walking around barefoot from stage to stage cutting in-between scrub and tree's.. and at some point i realized i had a prickle in my foot, so i proceeded to pull it out.. as i pulled on it there was some force that was pulling it back into my foot it then ejected itself and moved from one side of my foot to the other and stuck itself back in. I realized how strange this was and something wasn't right.. at this point i knew i was dreaming and the prickle was something attacking me, i must of went into reflex mode because the next thing i remember is kicking my feet and swinging my hands in my bed and hearing this strange 'hissing' noise.

I wasn't really shocked by any of this, because i knew i had woken up into a state of sleep paralysis and despite been consciously awake i was still dreaming so my room became the scene for any and all visual and auditory noise from my subconscious mind.. it was still nonetheless unpleasant, i still can't get use to waking up into that state; the sense of fear is overwhelming.
 
I used to get sleep paralysis quite alot, and had alot of the common experiences - figures sitting on my chest, seeing figures or projections around my room. Most horrible experience was being strangled to 'death' aka sleep by a small child. Also after taking some zopiclone and smoking some bud I had some really bizarre hallucinations after I had fallen 'asleep'. Black shadows and figures entered via my door and window and I could actually see them, but only as 3D shadows. Everything appeared to be moving or crawling away from me, such as my blanket and dresser draw, which was folding inwards at the time. It looked scary but was more humourous and strange.
 
I really wanted to type this out because I am beyond amazed at how realistic the dream world was in this dream, and how it connected to what I perceive to be reality.

OK, so I went to bed very tired, I laid down with my right ear on my pillow, and I didn't move until I woke up.

By the time I woke up, my right ear was in pain.

IN THE DREAM....

Here's what I remember. I had been walking around the city I live in for a while. At one point, I noticed my right ear (in the dream!) had an earache. I went so far as to procure drugs for this earache from a pharmacy. I was on my way home, I was driving a car and riding a bicycle at the same time (I know this does not make sense, but it did in the dream, I don't know how to explain it, I really don't) - the car/bicycle broke down (no it wasn't a motorcycle, yes I realize this would be the easiest way to melt the two concepts into one), I was fixing the contraption, or trying to, and I was at the point where I was calling out to someone for help with fixing this contraption.

As I was doing so, I faded back into reality and noticed that my right ear was aching because I had laid on it the entire evening. My right ear is still numb, but not suffering from an actual ear ache.

What amazes me is how life-like the dream was, and how convinced I was that it was real. I also wanted to resume the dream when I woke up, I initally just laid there on my back hoping to go back to sleep despite my ear being in mild discomfort!!! Why did I want to go back? I have no idea. I honestly don't care now. Maybe it was the drugs in that dream. =D
 
i was flying around with my friends and family, or more of receiving instructions on how and where i was capable of, and what form and dimension to take.

the earth was far enough away to appear the size of a racquetball, i kept wanting to look back to see how much smaller it became after moving for so much time at a certain speeds. almost everyone after a while stopped playing around with me and hung back, except for one who i identify with as my sister kept on with me as usual. we traveled much further and at the right place and position, a 'worm hole' appeared with other non related beings waiting on the other side of it, my sister stopped and extended her arms as if to direct me along by myself.

i went in and was much closer to the stars, the shape was much more defined, the beings grabbed a hold of me and we "melded" into another place in space where i was to be left alone in.

above from where i was floating around, staying mostly still there was a bright white illuminated rectangle. i left the form i was in during this escapade and was then as i am now, only naked...

i was suddenly crashing to the floor of the platform on my hands and knees. the light coming from the platform seemed to be cold, and temperature is nothing i have known here before, to the left and right there was the sense of cones extending outward which were part of a vacuum created to host a temporary environment for a meeting to take place between myself and a female entity. she was like 15'-18' tall, clothed, carrying something in one hand and the other freely moving from her hip and out in front of herself in expression.

i was stuck to floor still naked and crouched down, felt like cold was filling the space between each cell of my body, the vacuum keeping me pinned down in place out of fear of moving and being carried off and dissipated. her foot steps each were felt through out each cell it seemed too, she questioned me pacing around, asking what my intentions were, and are, who did i conciser myself and what does that mean to her?

this went on a while, i was able to leave and left the way i came. my sister and another of mine were there to greet me arriving back in our "zone", and then i woke up and had some coffee and a spliff.

=D
 
captain.heroin
I used to have the same dream (not yours but a same dream of mine) a couple times a week. The alarm would go off, and I would dream I was at work (school) and a bus was backing up. My sleep tries to keep sleeping no matter what I consciously have planned. I think you have the same attribute. Sometimes if something is trying to break that sleep barrier, sleep fights back.
 
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ugly said:
captain.heroin
I used to have the same dream (not yours but a same dream of mine) a couple times a week. The alarm would go off, and I would dream I was at work (school) and a bus was backing up. My sleep tries to keep sleeping no matter what I consciously have planned. I think you have the same attribute. Sometimes if something is trying to break that sleep barrier, sleep fights back.
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You're 100% right ugly! I am a deep sleeper, and it takes a lot to get me to wake up. :|
 
Today I had a dream that I was walking on the streets near my house and a cat was hit by a high speed car. I was horrified (I like cats a lot) and I ran to help. He was badly wounded. Some people showed up crying, they were the cats owners. I helped them bring the cat to a vet, I dont know how, but I think it was on foot. In the vet bulding the owners thanked me and I went to get an ice cream. My grandfather, who died exactly a year ago, was in the ice cream store and he was mad at me. He said somethin like "Why the fuck are you helping this people? When he was alive he was an extremely mean, judgemental person. I then tried to grab an ice cream and leave the store but somehow I couldnt
Then it was blur, it`s like I was teletransported to the street in front of my house. I saw another cat and a chiken together eating stuff from the ground. Then chicken suddenly attacked the cat and the cat retaliated. The cat`s claws tore a piece of the chicken apart and he lost a lot of blood. It was the last thing I remember.

In the same night of the dream, a few hours before I slept, I saw a feral cat entering through a hole in a wall, the house my grandfather used to live. (happens often)

I googled some of the things in my dream.
Cats in dreams represents feminine power, esoteric knowledge, independent spirit and secrets.
Ice cream symbol for good luck, happiness or the need to cool off anger
Dream about dead people may mean that one is hanging around a bad crowd.
It seems to be a highly symbolic dream I cant debunk...
 
My most realistic dream was almost vision like. I was walking down a trail cut through our tall grass amazed at how beautiful and lucid everything was, black birds(owls?) with long faces fly by and catch my peripheral vision. Something was speaking to me trying to communicate I was going down the wrong path in life (dxm hanging out with my cousin who wasn't that responsible) and I tried to say I was hanging out with my "homies" or something of that nature, after which everything disappeared and I started falling into complete void...
 
I don't know about other people but I feel pain in lots of my dreams, also get lots of dreams where I know im dreaming but I can't wake up.. it sucks too because a lot of times its a nightmare painfull....

Though I have been getting these dreams where I wake up and im like fuck oh ya this is my life... (let me back in my dream please)

Lots of dreams where people are after me, or im being drugged.... Paranoia follows you into the dream world it seems.
 
I once had a dream within a dream within a dream within... I dreamt that I woke up in my bed and everything was seemingly "normal", but there was the distinct feeling that there was a presence in the room. This sensation was so strong and ominous that I was too scared to look around to try and "see" what was causing it. After a few moments of absolute terror, I was jolted out of the dream by the realisation that I must have been dreaming to experience such a supernatural fear.

I awoke in my bed again, and at first there was a strong feeling of relief before the presence came back and I was completely paralysed again. It was cold and black and everywhere that wasn't included in my field of vision. Once again I jolted out of the dream only to wake up in the same scenario again... and again.

When I finally woke up I was so shaken that I couldn't tell if it was just my nerves after such a bizarre occurrence or if the dream was repeating over. It took me a good five minutes to pull myself together.

It's difficult to put into words, but it was especially lucid at each realisation point. It was as if the fear had become so intense that my rational mind woke me up with the most logical conclusion: a fear so outrageous cannot "exist" in the "real" world; therefore I had to be asleep. The most perverse aspect of the whole experience was the waking up in the same alarming dream space numerous (I can't remember exactly how many, perhaps four or five) times.

I don't think I'll ever forget it.
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I had the exact same thing, literally every word of your post describes my own experience. Freaky... I did totally forget about it untill I saw this just now though, stayed with me for a few weeks maybe. The first day was really weird though, I kept thinking I was still dreaming the whole damn day. Pretty sure I was smoking a legal blend with a lot of Calea Zacatechichi in it at the time, Dreamer's Blend, and that did lead to some pretty weird dreams sometimes.
 
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My most memorable dream, that is to say, the one dream I've had that I remember best involves a giant jade statue wading up out of the bay a few minutes walk from my fathers house. In the beginning I am just standing there watching it clamber out of the sea, Then somehow I am inside it, like in the foot or something, I dont really know where exactly, I just know I'm inside it and I need to get to the top floor. There a re all these dark dank little rooms, no obvious lighting, but I can still see. In some of the rooms I find an ashtray, plain old and worn copper/brass ones. Some have a little stub of a joint in them, in amongst the ashes and stubs of regular cigarettes for the most part, each time I find one I'm light it up and smoke it. That either sends me down a level or up a level. I'm unsure of the rules or if there are any even that produce this result. Eventually I reach the top, where I can look out of it's eye-windows, and on a table in the center of the room is a fat joint the likes of which I have never seen, and instantly know I shall never see again. Then I wake up :P
 
I had a nightmare last night that I was pursued and killed by a giant wolf.

I've been under a lot of stress lately so it probably has something to do with that.
 
Foreigner said:
I had a nightmare last night that I was pursued and killed by a giant wolf.

I've been under a lot of stress lately so it probably has something to do with that.
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I have been under a lot of stress lately and had a really disturbing dream about being involved in cannibalism.
 
I have a recurring dream; i go to inject a drug, but my veins are grotesquely disfigured; they're black, pulsating, and freakishly large. I inject anyway. What is my subconscious telling me here, considering i do not inject?

The most shocking dream i've experienced: i'm in a Nazi deathcamp; i walk past thousands of emaciated, naked people, all of them lay on the floor in neat rows, and every one twists and contorts in pain while shouting gibberish. The sense of horror I experienced on waking has never left me.
 
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I have a recurring dream; i go to inject a drug, but my veins are grotesquely disfigured; they're black, pulsating, and freakishly large. I inject anyway. What is my subconscious telling me here, considering i do not inject?

The most shocking dream i've experienced: i'm in a Nazi deathcamp; i walk past thousands of emaciated, naked people, all of them lay on the floor in neat rows, and every one twists and contorts in pain while shouting gibberish. The sense of horror I experienced on waking has never left me.
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I think our dreams come from the last thing we watched or something that we constantly think upon.. I think I had the cannibalism dream because I was looking at this horror film called ravenous which I watched years back about Cannibalism... So I think there is a possibility that this is the case.
 
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