Dreams

[Tout-Perd]

You know, very recently I had a very forum relevant dream. I dreamt that Prime posted something, and I was just like. "Oh, not THIS crap again!" and I went to the "Coffee Table" (which is how you know I was dreaming, since we don't have one), and I was like "PRIME IS BACK! I TOLD HIM SIX MONTHS, AND HE'S BACK NOW!"

And then Baboon was like "So? We like Prime." and BB was all like "Take a chill pill, man. Prime's a good guy. He was holding the forum together while you were away."

And I woke up really puzzled.

[ch00beh]

So last night, I dreamed that I had met Pohatu in real life. I think we were in an elevator. Dream-Pohatu was not hot. In fact, I'd go so far as to say he was unattractive due to extreme freckliness. And I was like "I guess his pohotos (I'm not correcting this accidental pun) were all faked with a trick of the light."

TRYING TO PULL THE WOOL OVER OUR EYES, HUH POHATU? WELL I KNOW BETTER NOW!

[Beelzebibble]

Negative. My hotness cannot be shopped.

Was that it, though? Was that all we did? I stood there uncomfortably while you scrutinized my fictitious freckles? We didn't dress up in baseball outfits and rob the Mafia or anything like that?

[ch00beh]

Oh, we had a little chat. I was like "oh, so texting someone on the internet must be the key to meeting them later."

I was sleeping between two towels because my sheets weren't unpacked. Blame the dream on those.

[{WW}BetaBloodWolf7]

I had a dream involving people from my college about a week ago. I'll explain it later on when I have the time.

[Tout-Perd]

Oct 26, 2006 19:08:40 GMT -5 Beelzebibble said:

Prof. Cinders: It's possible to learn how to control your dreams. Google "lucid dream" and you'll get all kinds of essays on the subject. My aforementioned clock method is just one of many ways to figure out you're having a lucid dream; after that, the universe is at the mercy of your imagination.

You know, if I ever DO meet Photu, I'm going to change the clocks every time he looks away just to be a dick.

Relevant to the concept of dreams and the considerations of such, I remember dreaming two years back that a girl I was crushing on pretty bad was sitting with me on a yard, and we were talking. And she was all like "Oh, I reciprocate your feelings." (Well, not quite that wordy. She's not Blaise, after all.)

And I was like, "That's nice and all, but you're currently in Europe. So this is a dream, right?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Son of a *****."

Then I woke up. I literally logicked my way out of a romantic dream.

But I guess that's how things go. For some reason, I don't have romantic dreams very often, at all... Eh, might just be my expectations of life.

[{WW}BetaBloodWolf7]

My dream took place on a cruise ship. I was some kind of manager or somn, I ordered waiters and waitresses and maids around. I also gave tours of the ship.

I remember in the first tour there was a couple that I know in RL, I recall picking on them because they were sharing a room. After that, and a few more tours, the place kinda went to Hell.

[Q]

"Scrutinizing Fictitious Freckles" should be the name of a band.

The other night, I had a dream that my coworker was trying to give me gifts of saltwater fish in little cups, and I was crying because I knew I couldn't take care of the fish and that they were going to die. I tried to give him back the fish, and he told me I was cuter than a guinea pig. I then punched a nearby freshwater aquarium, flooded the establishment, and woke up.

I work at PETCO, so this may not be a far cry from real life...but...I mean..."COME ON, SHELLY."

And I TOTALLY had one of those dream-distorted IRL moments with another illustration student the other day...I walked into class and saw her, and all of a sudden the previous night's dream came tumbling into my head...I was telling her all about how hot it is in the state of Montana.

I used to keep detailed notes on my dreams...I ought to pick that up again. It was fun and trippy as all heck.

[ch00beh]

I left my dream journal in my dorm. D:

But yeah, keeping notes on dreams is fun. In fact, when I'm about to wake up, and I realize that a dream is a dream, I sometimes tell myself to write down what just happened in my dream journal. Of course I don't actually listen to myself once I wake up.

So back to the business of the actual content of my dreams, a couple weeks ago, I dreamed I was still in bed. Every time I moved, though, I would leave an arm or a leg in the place where I just was. So say I moved my arm from my head to my side, there would still be an arm next to my head, while my real arm was down by my side.

After moving several times and just having a mess of a limbs everywhere, I pushed myself up, slightly disturbed that I had left a leg on my pillow, and at that point I realized it was a dream. So I was like, "Oh hey, I'll be waking up soon, since it's probably morning and my alarm is about to go off and oh shoot it's the weekend, so no alarm, but I will be getting up soon." (By the way, it was the weekend, and it was morning)

So I rolled over (I had been on my tummy) and tried to get up, but then my wardrobe started boxing me in bed. My wardrobe also has a poster of Jessica Alba in her Sin City role on it, so that was also boxing me in. Also, when I say "box in" I mean that my wardrobe was multiplying to create a wall around me. I was somewhat frightened by this, but I was sure I would wake up soon, so I laid back down.

So for about 5 minutes dream time, I was trying to force myself awake to get out of this surreal nightmare-like-thing, but I couldn't actually wake up, and it kinda sucked.

The End.

[Q]

Dec 15, 2009 19:15:01 GMT -5 ch00beh said:

but then my wardrobe started boxing me in bed.

I was trying very hard to imagine a wardrobe in boxing gloves, giving you the what-for.

[ch00beh]

Oh I meant "box in" as in it was trying to limit my movement or whatever the proper term for that is.

[Beelzebibble]

No I think we're retconning it now. You and your wardrobe were engaging in all manner of fisticuffs.

[ch00beh]

No no no. It was Jessica Alba coming out of my wardrobe with boxing gloves, a black and white cowboy hat, and nothing else on.

[Tout-Perd]

I once had a nightmare that I realized was one, and instead of lucid dreaming, I literally punched myself out of the nightmare IRL. It was kinda badass in a way. "Creepy unstoppable monster thingy? Watch this." And then I hammered myself in the face until I woke up, and got a big ol' bruise on my cheekbone.

And another time, I had a nightmare somebody broke into my apartment. I forced myself awake, somehow, and grabbed one of my tent-pegs from under my bed. I spent like two hours lying there, convinced that somebody was going to try to stab me.

Narcolepsy and sleep disorders in general... Fun.

[Q]

Oh lord hahahahaha! You showed that creepy unstoppable monster thing what was UP.

[hermes]

When I was younger, I had a dream that I couldn't move. I was lying bed, with my eye's closed, and I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried.

And then it wasn't a dream. I was awake, I knew i was awake, but I still couldn't effing move. My brain still had my body in sleep mode, basically, or something, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move a bloody inch.

....Which freaked me right the hell out.

When I stopped being freaked I passed out and woke up some time later able to move again. Yay. Still freaky though. I'm sleepy at the moment, but when I have time later, I'll tell you all about some of the really, really bad nightmares I had when I was young.

Seriously, Stephen King would goldmine these dreams for new books. They would be best sellers.

[ch00beh]

Oh yeah, I woke up feverish and paralyzed once. The thought occurred to me that the jaw is one of the stronger joints in the body, so I could probably force open my mouth. Once I did, I could move again, cuz I guess the connections in my brain turned back on once they realized they were needed. I dunno biology.

Oh yeah, that was how I woke up from that other dream with the wardrobe and the limbs. I remembered that moment of paralysis, so I forced open my mouth and uttered a moan and that snapped me into full consciousness.

[Q]

Dec 16, 2009 10:36:22 GMT -5 @hermes said:

with my eye's closed

Your eye's what was closed now?

There's a name for that type of feeling, but I forget what it is...my friend and I were just talking about it though. She gets terrible bouts of it where she'll wake up, find herself completely paralyzed in bed, and hallucinate. The hallucinations usually involve a man standing at the end of her bed, staring at her.

Maybe that's why she's Les Yay with all of the gals.

[ch00beh]

I see Potato turned you into a troper, too.

But I feel like I heard/read somewhere that the paralysis occurs naturally during a REM cycle, and when you wake up paralyzed, I guess it was interrupted improperly.

I also would not like a man to be standing over me while I'm paralyzed.

[Q]

Yes! That's what it was. Untimely REM interruption.

By a creepy man at the foot of your bed.

And yes, I've been on TVtropes alllllll daaaaaaaaay.

[ch00beh]

TV tropes was the other defining factor of my finals week. And my yesterday.

I used the words "inverted" and "subverted" in my Shakespeare final.

[Q]

I hope you troped whatever play(s) you were writing about. TVtropes is a reputable source.

[ch00beh]

Oh definitely. I troped them before sparknoting them.

[Tout-Perd]

It's called hypnagogic paralysis, and yes, occurs when your brain wakes up before your body.

It's commonly accompanied by night terrors and hallucinations (especially those of dark figures standing over you).

I get them probably once, twice a week. Fun stuff. Though I'm almost to the point of being casual about it now, provided I can think for a moment. (I've actually pulled a few muscles before by trying to move them without my musco-skeletal system actually being "booted up". It's like giving yourself a charlie horse, I guess.)

[hermes]

I suffered from that once, though there was no real night terror beforehand. Not being able to move by itself was pretty messed up.

That doesn't happen to me anymore though, my muscular system doesn't seem to shut off when I sleep anymore. As evidenced by the broken headboards I punched through in my sleep, and the footboards that got the boot.

[Ninety]

I was walking through a familiar neighborhood along the side of the street. The sun was shining and the breeze was keeping the Texas heat bearable. I noticed a couple of crows fly overhead and for some reason, shuddered. I kept walking but couldn't remember where I was heading. Ten minutes passed and the crows flew over again. I couldn't help feeling like they were trying to do something. Warn me, hurt me, guide me; I couldn't tell. Half an hour later, they passed by again, squawking in flight. I watched them fly towards the sun. When I looked down again, I was in someone's living room. To my left was a television, off. In the screen I could see a woman rocking in a chair and myself staring at the reflection. I look forward at the woman who turns to look at me. Her eyes are those of a cat and she starts to smile. A broad smile that stretches her gray, wrinkled face into grotesqueness, showing tooth after yellowed tooth. She says my name and points her finger at me then curls it. Points and curls, beckoning me closer. I walk closer and grasp her outstretched hand. She smiles even broader and looks out the bay windows. I follow her gaze and see the crows in a rotted tree across the lawn. They blink in unison and fly off out of sight.

That's a recurring dream I have. Not very often, but a few times.
Oh, and a few nights ago I dreamt that I was a nude model for an art class where all the people painting me were hot girls from high school and they were all naked too. So sik.