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Waking Life aka The Dream Thread

hi folks, try to distinguish dreams from the morning time, before waking up after having the usual doses of sleep from the dreams that come in the first let's say 1/3 of the sleep.
the first dreams or dreams that come in the early hours of sleep are just mind processing the last day. something like a daily cleanup. they just randomly alter what remains in the short term memory.
the morning dreams give more insight.
i use it as rule of thumb for first sorting the 'important' dreams from the daily noise.

i do ad-hoc L-tryptophan supplements, to improve my sleep and as a side effect i dream more. btw we dream every night but every dream just doesn't make it to the consciousness so the idea that one has no dreams or dreams seldom is an illusion.

my favorite theory is that this whole life is a dream like mind state and when i sleep and dream, it's a dream within a dream.

i wish to be aware of it and have some fun. you know, like get the magic pen and write the script of the dream, actively change it.
 
My one dream memory that stands out the most happened when I was a child (Age-7-10), IDK specifically. Well anyways, I was dressed as a cowboy in a bar and the time period was the Western saloon era, like 1820s. I got into a scruffle with a fellow cowboy and he shot me. All i saw was red and I was like holy shit Im dying!!!! and then I died and couldnt move, but there was something that was still alive. The silent watcher, or my consciousness was still there and purely aware, not thinking but aware. I was not able to put this dream into context until almost 10 years later (I am now 19yrs old) where I realized that I died but my consciousness, soul, etc whatever u wanna call it, still went on. I find it peculiar that I had a dream affirming this mystical belief of mine (That I only came to fully understand a few months ago), when I was that young!!!!! Well, at least I put it into context!
 
Last week I had the most violent dream that I can remember. All I can really recall from it was that for some reason another guy was trying to attack me, just trying to hurt me. I eventualy started fighting back, and when I did I really started hurting him and I evenutaly beat him to death. After I saw that he was dead I noticed a bunch of people surronding me and they beat me to death. I closed my eyes in my dream and saw red and knew that I was dieing. It was at the moment that I woke up. I was pretty angry before i went to sleep, so I thought that might have something to do with it. Probaly the most fucked up dream ive every had.
 
I have a recurring dream that my teeth are falling or have fallen out. I would love any attempt at an explanation for what this might mean, although presumably someone would have to know me before they could guess. It's not particulaly a fear of mine or anything in waking life I don't think. It may just be that I am chomping away in my sleep (my girlfriend does this). But, although I'm not a strict Fredian, I am very attracted to the idea that there is some deeper meaning, and that it is a metaphor for something else caused by goings on in my subconscious mind.
 
For a period of time last year I was using AMT very frequently, 4-5 times a week sometimes. Whenever I used it 3 or 4 days in a row, the night I stopped and 2-3 nights after I would have incredibly vivid dreams, especially when I took melatonin before bed. Ordinarily I do not remember my dreams much... it's in large part due to marijuana consumption. But I want to describe for you the most intense dream I've ever had, which came during the day after an AMT binge.

I suddenly wake up with my right eye feeling incredibly dry and irritated. It isn't painful, but nevertheless is very uncomfortable. I jump up out of my bed, and notice that my fiance is not there, nor are my kitties. As I make my way to the bathroom down the hall, I notice my dad is sleeping on a cot in the next room, for some reason. He wakes up and looks annoyed that I'm up. I get into the bathroom and look at myself in the reflection, and I notice that there is blood leaking out of the corner of my eye socket. I then note with a significant amount of alarm that, right before my eyes, the area around my eye socket is beginning to "cave in", sort of like I had had a terrible accident long ago which had healed over but left a lack of bone and tissue, and/or I had been born with a physical deformity. I notice, in addition to blood, a whitish-blue toothpaste-like minty substance leaking out as well.

I figure at this point that it must be a dream, even though it seems as real as anything ever has. I begin pinching myself and slapping my face, trying to wake up (as I am quite sure it's a dream... after all, the thing with my eye makes no sense at all). However, I have no luck. It's at this point that my dad gets up and I start telling him frantically about my eye. He just looks at me with some amount of disgust as well as a sense of patience worn thin nearly to the breaking point, and tells me to go back to sleep. Well, sorry dad, I can't, my face is caving in on itself and my eye, although it doesn't hurt, feels intensely uncomfortable and just wrong.

At this point, I realize that my fiance and kitties, my family, are not anywhere to be found in the apartment. I go back to my dad and ask him about them, with much concern in my voice. he looks at me like I'm crazy and tells me that it's time to go.

Flash forward... I don't remember how we got there but we were in my parents' car (my parents by the way live halfway across the country from me). My mom and dad are both there now, and I'm getting increasingly freaked out by both my deteriorating eye area as well as, even moreso, by the fact that the people/animals I love seem to not exist. This is confirmed by the fact that my mom is wondering what the hell I'm babbling about. They are giving me the treatment as if I frequently have no idea what I'm talking about. Some comments are made about drugs in a very derogatory manner. They think I am on drugs and I'm delusional. But no! I tell them. You don't understand, I'm not where I'm supposed to be, this isn't right, this is a dream! Why can't I wake up?? I start slapping myself and slamming myself up against the sides of the car, trying to shock myself awake. Surely this has to be a dream... this makes no sense. Everything about it is like a dream... except that it feels so completely real and solid. And I can't wake up.

I tell my parents I need to go to the hospital because my eye is starting totally open up to the inside of my head. I can put my finger in and reach back into some areas I am not supposed to be able to reach, which obviously scares me. But they seem to be mostly ignoring me, just trying to forget about my antics except to sometimes try to shut me up. They seem to be losing patience, as if this is an age-old struggle and they just want to be at peace. As if they are tired of me. We are in the car for a long time. I'm freaking out because my eye is caving in, everything I recognize is gone, and I need to be at work. During this time I go around and around in my head... am I dreaming? I must be. But if so, why can't I wake up? Why does this feel just as real as anything else? Was my previous life a dream? Is this where I really am, and I'm some raving nutcase who was in a positive place for a while but removed from reality? As time goes on, I begin to despair, and I slowly am forced to accept that I may be stuck somewhere else. And I don't know the way back.

At this point I am feeling low. The experience has been going on for hours... it's the late afternoon now, and it started in the morning. We arrive somewhere and get out. I notice the place isn't the hospital, but some large mansion I've never seen before. We go in and I trudge around, totally defeated, thinking it's all hopeless. The ones I love are gone, my parents evidently hate me and/or I'm insane. There's no way back. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My eyeball, which had up until now remained intact even though my skull had been caving in around it, turns black, shrivels up, and falls out. I can still see out of the eye however. This is just too much for me. I walk over to my mom, feeling utterly hopeless and helpless. I break down and explain the whole thing to her, crying my eyes (eye) out. At once, she turns from looking disgusted to a look of total understanding and wisdom. She catches and holds my gaze and the look makes me stop crying. She then says to me "remember, reality is just what you make of it". Then a feeling of peace and acceptance fills me, and I close my eyes.

When I open them again, I am back in my bedroom, exactly like the last time I "woke up". My eye still feels really strange. I jump up in concern and run to the bathroom. No dad this time. And my eye looks fine. As I realize my eye is not caving in, the feeling fades away. I go back to my bedroom and see my fiance and kitties sleeping peacefully. Nearly weeping with thankfulness, I get back in bed. Then I decide to just stay up... no need to provoke that kind of dream again.

That was by far the most intense dreaming experience I've ever had. After AMT abuse I have also had lots of sleep paralysis/drteam combinations which were lifelike and extremely intense, but none so overwhelming. I've had dreams within dreams within dreams, and two different dreams about the end of the world. These were all around the same period of time.
 
Spurs_1882 said:
I have a recurring dream that my teeth are falling or have fallen out. I would love any attempt at an explanation for what this might mean, although presumably someone would have to know me before they could guess. It's not particulaly a fear of mine or anything in waking life I don't think. It may just be that I am chomping away in my sleep (my girlfriend does this). But, although I'm not a strict Fredian, I am very attracted to the idea that there is some deeper meaning, and that it is a metaphor for something else caused by goings on in my subconscious mind.
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I had a very similar dream. My teeth were rotting and falling out. It was very painful, intense dream. Remembering dreams is very rare for me, but this one stuck entirely.

Freud says that dreams are the way the unconscious meets a demand made by the ego(?not positive?) without waking the body up. So if you're thirsty, instead of waking and grabbing a glass of water, you will have a dream about drinking or something like that.

Anyways, I had been dipping (snuff tobacco, skoal) for probably two years. Although that is a relatively short amount of time I was aware of feelings of guilt associated with it. Obsessively brushing my teeth, using Listerine, checking for stains, ect... But I didn't curb back and that is what I really wanted to do. I guess this was my unconscious' way of making me quit. I went cold turkey the next day and quit without a problem.

The funny thing is my friend and frequent dipping partner had a very similar dream the same week. Very ironic, considering he introduced me to the stuff and dipped with me throughout highschool. Even now we rarely dip at college but develop a habit whenever home for the holiday.
 
BurnOneDown said:
I had a very similar dream. My teeth were rotting and falling out
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This is an extremely frequent nightmare that affects a large percentage of people worldwide. It is thought to be caused (as someone above sort of suggested) by the similarly high incidence of noturnal bruxism (sp?), e.g tooth grinding. People grind their teeth at night because the act of chewing is reflexive - so learned that we do not think about it when we do it, like breathing (though not exactly the same). When you sleep the higher part of your brain that you can use to control chewing 'manually' is switched off but the reflexive part is still occasionally avtive. Your jaw starts moving and you feel pressure on your teeth, which registers in your dream as them falling out.
 
I had a fake lucid dream last night. The dream was very long an intricate and involved me getting a job and working at it for a couple weeks, then going on vacation somewhere. While on vacation I went to sleep and while I was sleeping in the dream I realized I was dreaming, so I tried to control it, but it backfired on me and a huge demon with bright glowing red eyes appeared, it was the most real thing I've ever dreamed, and then I woke up... but not for real, just in the dream, and told everyone in the dream about the lucid dream I just had.... then I woke up for real.

Does that count as a lucid dream? haha.
 
Thick_as_a_Planck said:
This is an extremely frequent nightmare that affects a large percentage of people worldwide. It is thought to be caused (as someone above sort of suggested) by the similarly high incidence of noturnal bruxism (sp?), e.g tooth grinding. People grind their teeth at night because the act of chewing is reflexive - so learned that we do not think about it when we do it, like breathing (though not exactly the same). When you sleep the higher part of your brain that you can use to control chewing 'manually' is switched off but the reflexive part is still occasionally avtive. Your jaw starts moving and you feel pressure on your teeth, which registers in your dream as them falling out.
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Recently found this out the hard way. Woke up with two chipped molars, goddamn Adderall. Yea, I have been grinding my teeth at night without noticing. I was telling the same friend about my recently developed bruxism, and he mentioned that he frequently grinds his teeth.

A very accurate analysis, sir.
 
Last night I had a very strange dream. I was at Pete Dohertys house and he was selling me clothes. I wanted a couple of things and he talked me into buying two more white singlet tops for 30 dollars (should have been pounds.. who's looking after the continuity around here?). Anyway, he was extremely attractive and I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. But, my mother was there with me and looking on with a disapproving eye. I really wanted to do heroin with him, he was so charming.

The second part of the dream was a lot more disturbing. I appeared in a Brobdingnag style world where everyone was o' so tall! And I knew how Gulliver felt on his travels. This one large, rather masculine girl from the course I take turned me into her slave and I ended up as a footstool.

The End.
 
I had a weird dream a couple of nights ago, and I don't remember dreams, and parts of this one have been forgotten I'm sure,

but it starts off... with me sleeping in my bed, and I hear some rattling and shaking downstairs, I fall back to sleep and when I awake I see 3 of my closer friends surrounding me and my shit is scattered throughout my room. they are asking me where the shit is, and they want the 'good' shit, (it was a scary feeling, the entire dream I felt like I was on a neverending rollercoaster going straight down, and when I woke up, my solar-plexis had that feeling as well) one of my friends puts a gun to my head and ask if I really want to die over this...I tell them where I've hidden what they where looking for and I run outside and hide under my house (?) while Im dreaming this, I rmember not knowing what they where looking for, if it was one certain thing, or alot of things, I do know they wanted what I felt was my precious belongings, whatever that could be at the time...anyways..... I'm hiding under my house and I leave my hiding spot to find all three of my friends outside around my house with coleman BBQ's (portable BBQs) and they are (get this) cooking up crack...but they arent doing it right, it looks like they are cooking food, it's sizziling and smoking up, but it's a huge rock of coke or crack in the frying pan...no other ingredients...
I was like WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SHIT..thats WRONG...I was sooooo mad I couldnt beleive my freinds had done what they did....I felt like they had stolen from me in front of my face and like they could do it again without me caring...kind of feeling.

anywaysm, I woke up and txt my homie and told him he was in the dream....he HATES the other 2 people in my dream so it was funny they where all ganged up on me...weird either way:\
 
I had a lucid dream this morning, I don't remember much, but this is what I do remember:

I was texting somebody on my phone, and suddenly I realized that this phone had broken yesterday, and it would be impossible for me to be using. That's when I became lucid. I started rising off the ground and floating a few feet in the air, I looked at my hand to stay lucid. My fingers were deformed and twisted, not to mention there were to many of them. I started flapping my arms to fly higher. The rest of what I remember was me flying around a neighborhood for a while and then over a very reflective and pretty river for the rest. Not too eventful, but its a lot of fun to be conscious and flying.
 
Last night I dreamt that I was at an art convention. I was in a huge line waiting for something, random artists are walking up to me and giving me 'assignments'. Like, "find the artist xxx and get all the dirt on him you can, report back to me." All of the sudden somebody yells out, "The cops are here!!" so every starts running and hopping a chain link fence that leads to a ditch behind us.

I manage to escape the cops, and somhow i catch a bus that happens to be riding along this channel. The bus driver makes a mistake and drives off the road, down the sideways pavement toards the river. He gets on the cemented area down below, avoiding the actual river and stops. So I'm like fuck this i'm getting off. Right when I reach the door he decides to try and drive back up the to the road, and we just happen to be going under a bridge. He crashes and everyone is now out side under this bridge.

I realize that the bus was now half full of porn stars, and because of the ordeal they decide to have sex with all of the men aboard for free. I end up falling in love with this girl because she wasn't putting out like all the other porn stars and we talk while for a while, completely surrounded by people having sex.

The details are kind of fuzzy after that...i remember some how getting back on residential streets and freaking out about the cops that kept driving by because i had illegal stuff in my pocket.

I dunno random dream.
 
Last night I had a dream that was, to put it bluntly, fucking horrifying.

I was at the train station in my town & it was late evening, a dusky murk hanging in the air. I was in a particular part of the station, down by the tracks, that people do not generally go to as it's dirty, littered with random detritus & has an unpleasantly sordid feel to it.

I was suddenly aware that there was this 'thing' on my head. From where it came I did not know, but I was aware of what it looked like capable, as one always seems to be in dreams, of perceiving myself in the third person. This 'thing' looked like a facehugger from the Alien movies, with a brown carapace & many, many small chitinous legs with which it was securing itself to my head. But the most horrific thing of all was that it also had a proboscis inserted into the very depths of my skull, entering through my forehead.

I tried to remove it, but when I touched it it just grasped on all the more, its legs making this awful scuttling movement & the proboscis burrowing ever deeper. As I started to panic I began to realise that this thing was somehow feeding on me & my thoughts, draining my very essence & taking for itself the constituent parts of a sane mind.

I can't remember much more after that, for which I'm thankful because it's one of the scariest & most unsettling dreams that I've had for months. :(

Anyone wanna tell me just what the fuck it was about/represented? I'll be checking under the bed tonight that's for sure.
 
Has anyone else ever had a dream within a dream? Last night I had this weird dream where I was driving around with my friend and he was driving really fast and I was about to tell him to slow down when the car started to swerve off the road. We crashed into a tree and everything went black for a few seconds. Then I opened my eyes and I was in my bedroom (still in the dream at this point). I was thinking "thank god that was just a dream." I got out of bed and went to my computer and started talking with a couple friends on AIM and telling them about the dream. After that, I woke up for real.
 
i go to bed, its around 12:45, i get to sleep around 1-1:15.

there is this naked girl wraped in plastic wrap that someone is talking about. she disapears and so do all the people talking about it. then im in this large warehouse of a room (its kinda dark inside, and very dark outside) with a bunch of people i know and a teacher or someone older than us. it was very coffee shop like for some reason. there was lots of discussion going on. im walking down this alley inside the warehouse and these two shady lookin black dudes come out of nowhere. so i start wlakin back to the group because these dudes tried to rob me, but i had no money ahhhahah. now their trying to rob/kill people. so i go behind the counter and start looking for sulphruic acid to spray these guys with but all i can find is bug spray. lame. i run away outside. now im outside the front door of my house and i run to my neighbrors yard to hide under bushes, the guy finds me "hey i can see you your under tha bushes". i knew that light that was comming blindingly from my freinds house would give me away. so i get up and the guy starts chasing me, i wake up for a bit.

im in a street square, an intersection behind houses and buildings. there is a party or a war going on, something real intense though and it gets violent. its dark outside. im seeking refuge in this small house/trailer/ room thing. inside there is a warming light, a bed, a dresser and a bunch of random shit everywhere. it is lived in, and there are about three people there smoking alot of weed. at first it was only me and one other guy, ben, who i know from highschool. the thing about ben though, is that he would never in his life smoke pot (hes an AP kid and rather shy). then eventualy we get this girl to hit it. i cant remember who it was, but it represented someone i wouldnt expect to smoke. i am suprised she is smoking, but she only takes small hits. this upsets me and im asking her to take bigger rips. then this other guy finaly joins and the coconut pipe/bong is being passed all around.
we are crouded around this chifarobe thing and were just talking and looking at stuff, eventualy i need to leave.
it is now the morning after that, and im remnising about how strange it was and i remember i left something there. i am with my brother and i get the person driving us to go back to pick it up.

it is bright out and im driving to cocoa beach, but then something takes a turn, we head south. hellll yeah, im thinking were going to sebastian inlet. but we araive somewhere short of that. im trying to get the people im with to go a little further, but this is where we are staying.
there is this real small intercoastal waterway (water, a dreamsign for me) that might be 20 feet across maybe and about 12 feet deep with real deep banks. the water is amazing, but its current is moving real fast twards the south. (which is strange because the st johns runs north, i though in the dream HAHAHAH, how did i not become lucid at all) im with me and another guy and this girl and there is someone that stays at the car. the girl is afraid to go swimming because of how fast the current is. throughout the dream the current gets faster and faster. and i find that it is carrying me away twards this jungle like place where there are trees and overhanging vines and such. so i swim over to a tree and get out of the water. now where the river was there is a sidewalk, and where land and the beach were are two sides of a small shopping plaza. im inside looking at things and walking around. i see a sunglasses rack and go over to it. i see a bunch of nylon string guitars and try to play one, but their all out of tune and sound like shit. some guy comments on that, that i could tell is not from around there. i start walking back out, kind of sketch because i was THINKING bout taking some shit from their store, but never did, but im still sketched out haha. so im walking along (north, back where the intercoastal waters should be) and im seeing various shops and boardwalks and enjoying my walk, and i see my old english/debate teacher and im suprised shes here where i am miles from where we both live. so i say hi and get to chattin and such. i tell her ill see ya around.

im walking and i go back to my highschool, which happens to be where we are all vacationing here at the beach now. it is geting dark and cloudy (i had spent the whole day at the beach and that shoping plaza lol, how i remember this and didnt realize i was in a dream is beyond me). and someone keeps talking about there being a tornado. i go down to the beach and sure enough there is a waterspout headed our way. so i go to where the main office should be and start descending into the underground bunker (a long descent of stairs, another dreamsign) with this girl sarah thats real cool. she gets down there before i do along with some other kids. its a real detailed vault looking place and there are some cameras and we all watch the tornado hit the school above us, causing minimal damage.
i am upstairs now, in a classroom that a freind was in when it struck, the window is flopping around and everyone apears to be ok, it was a weak tornado.

there is this feild and a bunch of trees and stuff, and a fox/human dashing around, i also remember there being this black thing that was alaive, but it wasnt in the shape of a human. there were other beings that were brought along with us too. we go over a clif, but it is just like the filds and farms and stuff. all very brightly colored. the fields were interesting because gravity was pulling us past them twards water. at first it kinda freeks me out then i get used to it. the next thing i know me and these other things are like in some sort of underground place with my brother and this middle eastern girl (in this dream my bro and this girl are together) and i remember back to when they were on the streets in a parade (still inside the dream though, the middle eastern girl does not actualy exist). there is this dark evil dude that looks crazy as fuck that has taken all of the powers of the four elements and used them for evil. there are diferent aspects of himself that resemble the elements and there is an entrie force trying to stop him. there are these scrolls or some text he dosnt want anyone to get their hands on. me and my brother as well as this girl and the beings i met on the plateau were all his minions exept he didnt know we were all secretly against him. one of the beings was an earth entity and got all these little elf things together. there was this earth prince that had a real square looking face and kingly atributes that was dull and looked like stone. he got one of the scrolls and did something that took the earth element from the evil one and all that was youthfull and green in him disapeared and he looked like stone and fire. he had a grey beard now lol. the earth prince was now green with leaves and such. but the evil one was loosing his power slowly. there was alot more to this dream but i forget it, it feels like a whole saga of dreams that went on in a rather short period of time. maybe it was multiple dreams (like one on the surface then one underground with the evil dude. i definatly remember there being some strange sex scene in the parade though ahahah). this is a real strange dream for me because im not into any of that fantasy/sci-fi stuff and never even think about beigns/entites in that way. very symbolic, interesting shit.

there is a plethora of cars driving back from the school/beach with a bunch of people i know. they are devided into two teams of cars, red team and blue team. red team (the team i was on) was ahead of blue team for quite some time, we would araive at the rest stops (lol, there are no rest stops from here to the beach) first, and at the gas stations first. but after about the third or fourth time refueling we were evenly matched, and blue took the lead. it was by no means a race though. about an hour down the road and we have stoped again. there is this chubby dude and this girl i like that come out of one of the cars on blue team. we are all chillin and chattin it up and i decide to change things up a bit. i know the cars are full, so one of these blue team bastards is going to have to trade with me. i get in the car that the chubby dude gets in. he gets pissed and starts questioning why i came in that car and if it was to try to get with the girl and stuff. i had some witty response that threw him off his rocker. the girl gets in and straddles him half way but is kinda on me a little too. and the guy sais "what do you have on me" or "what do you have that i dont" or something similar. what a prick, but i cant just start railing on the guy cuz i would look worse than him and might hurt the girls feelings or something like that. i answer with this funy witty sarcastic as fuck response that i cant remmeber (it had to do with his personality) and add "and about 70 pounds on ya" as if i was him answering that question as if i had asked it, so as to turn the tables on him. the girl had a chuckle and i woke up.

i remember thinking how interesting it was that i returned to the beach dream to wrap it up.
10 o'clock, out of dreams for the night (i usualy dont have dreams if i try to sleep in later than that, and feel completely awake after waking up at 10, and its always withing 5 minutes of 10, real strange)
 
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^^ Wow, cool recount of your dream!

A bit of background info for me...

Ever since I can remember, so let's say ever since I was about 4, every single night of my life I can remember about 4-5 extremely vivid and realistic dreams. So much so that I often have trouble knowing whether something occured in a dream or in reality. Confusing stuff! I have tried on occasions to keep a dream journal but I always end up forgetting to write in it. I don't forget the dreams though! I am yet to read up on lucid dreaming but I from what I have heard I am a prime candidate to experiment with it. I also suffer from sleep paralysis often, so that is another form of dreaming that I have accepted in to my life.

But these last few nights, I've been having SO many more dreams than usual. I've been having "microsleeps" all night long, the last 3 nights in a row. As in, I fall asleep (usually around 10pm) then wake up at midnight, then wake up every 45-60 minutes throughout the night. (Needless to say I'm fucking exhausted and Miss GrumpyPants :X) So for the last 3 nights I've been having (and remembering) a dream in every one of those little microsleeps.

NOW, I from what I understand, I'm remembering all these many dreams each night because I'm waking up immediately after they occur, i.e. not sleeping deeply.

The weird thing that I can't explain is that in all of these dreams, I am extremely angry at someone, or someone is extremely angry at me, for some reason. And because my dreams are so realistic and memorable, I wake up feeling as though it really happened, thus having the corresponding emotion. I don't think I'm angry at anyone in my subconcious...?? Why am I having these dreams? Could there be some other reason other than some repressed emotions?
 
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