MattinSTL
Sound Modulator
Ironically enough I have considered this a remote possibility... in the metaphysical sense... but I don't think I'm that smart. :beer:
Has anyone ever had a recurring dream?
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Ironically enough I have considered this a remote possibility... in the metaphysical sense... but I don't think I'm that smart. :beer:
Michael T
Well-known member
Adam you need to take one of the guns from the set into your dreams with you and shoot the hell out of that old boss once and for all.
Tom Marshall yes many people die in there dreams.
This is a true account.
Ok, when I was a ten year old boy I would run to the store and to my friends houses and everywhere all the time. I was so skinny that the ladies in our town ask my mothers best friend if she was starving me and she would just crack up with laughter. She told them that I could out eat any grown man twice at any meal. I could, I had a really high metabolic rate and was so skinny. You could count all my ribs and I loved to run with my shirt off.
I dreamed about being a long distance runner and a Pro Golfer because I lived by a golf course and took lessons form the local pro in trade for work. One day I was running around and then I started to limp and over the course of two weeks it got worse and my mother and grandmother took me to the doctor that delivered me in the next town over from where I lived. He said I must have brused it and to bring me back in two weeks. A week later I couldn't walk without falling down so they took me to a bone specialist and that was the last day that I walked for the next four years. He came in and told me very sternly to not get out of my bed for any reason but I got up and used the bathroom once that night and told myself I'll show him.
Well the next day he showed me who was the boss. I went into a full body cast for the next three and a half years. From under my arms to the tips of my toes with a cutout to relieve myself and a heavy steel plate between my spreed legs to keep me down. To say the least it is quite difficult to explain to someone that its worse than being imprisoned in a 6 by 8 cell. I mean you can't move period. This experience was life changing to say the least. The process of having a full body cast put on a ten year old boy was insane. I mean how was I going to run or do anything with my friends. I went in when I was ten and got off crutches when I was 16.
I went crazy to say the least of it. I decided that if I didn't eat I could get skinny enough to pull myself out of the cast and refused to eat anything. I was stubborn and committed to getting myself out of this nightmare that had become my life. They really tried to talk me into eating but to no avail. You have to realize that when they put you into a full body cast they wrap your body in this stretchy gause and apply hot plaster of paris which is a hard white substance made by the addition of hot water to powdered and partly dehydrated gypsum, usually used for broken bones but not this time. I had developed Leg Perthise which is a degenerative bone disease. It eats the calcium out of your bones and there's no known cause or cure. Over the years they have discovered that keeping you in a cast keeps you from destroying your bone structure.
Well I didn't care, I wanted out and with the heat form the cast process and sweating and pain from not being able to move your body and the itching it was unbearable. The itching all over your body and you couldn't scratch it or move. Well they gave me some pain pills but after a few days of not eating except for some liquids in a intravenous drip and the drugs, I went into a coma for ten days and when I came out of it I had all the patients in the world. The pain was gone and I didn't mind being in the cast anymore. My mother was so happy that I was back to being my normal happy self.
I know this is a long setup for a dream but this is the reason that I developed nightmares, two in fact. Over and over again I would have these same dreams. In one I would be in a jungle and I would always be chased by a Tyrannosarus Rex and I would be running as fast as the wind would carry me and I would trip over a log across the path and he would catch up to me and bend down and eat me. I mean eat me and I could smell his breath and feal the pain of his teeth until I died. I would wake up into a heavy sweat and make a lot of noise so I would wake my mother. She would try and console me that there are no monsters. When I was a kid there was no video or dvds or digital anything. So when I saw Jarrasic Park for the first time it took me back a little. Especially the vibration in the mud puddle and the chase sceen in the jeep. Oh yea. That was it exactly like it had been plucked out of my brain. Now if this wasn't bad enough in some of the dreams I would make it to the edge of the cliff and I knew I was going to be eaten so as he approached I would jump and he would reach out and snatch me out of the air and eat me or he would miss and we both would go over the cliff and he would be trying eat me on the way down and then I would hit the ground and he would land on me, splat!
The nex nightmare involved this very large field that had grass that was about 7 feet tall and would sway in the wind and the wind was always blowing. Some how I was in this little tin and wooden shack that was somewhat delapitated but stood about ten feet tall. It was only five feet square and had this old table and a couple of chairs and a box. I always had to put the chairs on the table on top of each other and then put the box up on top and climb up there very carefully and look out these tiny little windows at the top of the shack. Well I finally would get up there after what seemed forever and could look out over the grass in the wind. It would always be swaying back and forth, it was kind of soothing and then I'd see them. These tall grisly bears would stand up and they were three maybe four feet over the grass. Then the horror would set in with this deep sense of doom. I always knew what was going to happen. It was always the same, fear, overwhelming fear. I would make some noise while looking out or in getting up to the windows and the bears would hear me and start coming toward the noise. Then this terrible shaking and trashing the limp building apart and my skin would crawl with fear and Id be shaking and they would eat me and it wasn't pretty. Sometimes I escaped into the grass while they were fighting over eating me but just when I thought I could make it free they would surround me and they would all bite me and eat me.
My mom had a tough time with these things troubling me so she always made me feel loved and would lay with me or sit and read something soft to me. After a while these dreams went away and I went on to better dreams. I dream in bright colors and have been killed many ways in my dreams but when I was going through this episode of life I came to the conclusion that anything that a person can dream can come true. I had this feeling come over me of its truthfulness that if you can think it or dream about it, it can come true. We live in an age when a old little boy has seen many things that were dreamt about have come true. I have dreams about flying machines and water machines and aliens and inventions and many wonderful things. So be careful what you dream about, make them good, oh and you can go in and change a dream if you dare, just take the necessary items with you before you go in and good luck.
Tom Marshall yes many people die in there dreams.
This is a true account.
Ok, when I was a ten year old boy I would run to the store and to my friends houses and everywhere all the time. I was so skinny that the ladies in our town ask my mothers best friend if she was starving me and she would just crack up with laughter. She told them that I could out eat any grown man twice at any meal. I could, I had a really high metabolic rate and was so skinny. You could count all my ribs and I loved to run with my shirt off.
I dreamed about being a long distance runner and a Pro Golfer because I lived by a golf course and took lessons form the local pro in trade for work. One day I was running around and then I started to limp and over the course of two weeks it got worse and my mother and grandmother took me to the doctor that delivered me in the next town over from where I lived. He said I must have brused it and to bring me back in two weeks. A week later I couldn't walk without falling down so they took me to a bone specialist and that was the last day that I walked for the next four years. He came in and told me very sternly to not get out of my bed for any reason but I got up and used the bathroom once that night and told myself I'll show him.
Well the next day he showed me who was the boss. I went into a full body cast for the next three and a half years. From under my arms to the tips of my toes with a cutout to relieve myself and a heavy steel plate between my spreed legs to keep me down. To say the least it is quite difficult to explain to someone that its worse than being imprisoned in a 6 by 8 cell. I mean you can't move period. This experience was life changing to say the least. The process of having a full body cast put on a ten year old boy was insane. I mean how was I going to run or do anything with my friends. I went in when I was ten and got off crutches when I was 16.
I went crazy to say the least of it. I decided that if I didn't eat I could get skinny enough to pull myself out of the cast and refused to eat anything. I was stubborn and committed to getting myself out of this nightmare that had become my life. They really tried to talk me into eating but to no avail. You have to realize that when they put you into a full body cast they wrap your body in this stretchy gause and apply hot plaster of paris which is a hard white substance made by the addition of hot water to powdered and partly dehydrated gypsum, usually used for broken bones but not this time. I had developed Leg Perthise which is a degenerative bone disease. It eats the calcium out of your bones and there's no known cause or cure. Over the years they have discovered that keeping you in a cast keeps you from destroying your bone structure.
Well I didn't care, I wanted out and with the heat form the cast process and sweating and pain from not being able to move your body and the itching it was unbearable. The itching all over your body and you couldn't scratch it or move. Well they gave me some pain pills but after a few days of not eating except for some liquids in a intravenous drip and the drugs, I went into a coma for ten days and when I came out of it I had all the patients in the world. The pain was gone and I didn't mind being in the cast anymore. My mother was so happy that I was back to being my normal happy self.
I know this is a long setup for a dream but this is the reason that I developed nightmares, two in fact. Over and over again I would have these same dreams. In one I would be in a jungle and I would always be chased by a Tyrannosarus Rex and I would be running as fast as the wind would carry me and I would trip over a log across the path and he would catch up to me and bend down and eat me. I mean eat me and I could smell his breath and feal the pain of his teeth until I died. I would wake up into a heavy sweat and make a lot of noise so I would wake my mother. She would try and console me that there are no monsters. When I was a kid there was no video or dvds or digital anything. So when I saw Jarrasic Park for the first time it took me back a little. Especially the vibration in the mud puddle and the chase sceen in the jeep. Oh yea. That was it exactly like it had been plucked out of my brain. Now if this wasn't bad enough in some of the dreams I would make it to the edge of the cliff and I knew I was going to be eaten so as he approached I would jump and he would reach out and snatch me out of the air and eat me or he would miss and we both would go over the cliff and he would be trying eat me on the way down and then I would hit the ground and he would land on me, splat!
The nex nightmare involved this very large field that had grass that was about 7 feet tall and would sway in the wind and the wind was always blowing. Some how I was in this little tin and wooden shack that was somewhat delapitated but stood about ten feet tall. It was only five feet square and had this old table and a couple of chairs and a box. I always had to put the chairs on the table on top of each other and then put the box up on top and climb up there very carefully and look out these tiny little windows at the top of the shack. Well I finally would get up there after what seemed forever and could look out over the grass in the wind. It would always be swaying back and forth, it was kind of soothing and then I'd see them. These tall grisly bears would stand up and they were three maybe four feet over the grass. Then the horror would set in with this deep sense of doom. I always knew what was going to happen. It was always the same, fear, overwhelming fear. I would make some noise while looking out or in getting up to the windows and the bears would hear me and start coming toward the noise. Then this terrible shaking and trashing the limp building apart and my skin would crawl with fear and Id be shaking and they would eat me and it wasn't pretty. Sometimes I escaped into the grass while they were fighting over eating me but just when I thought I could make it free they would surround me and they would all bite me and eat me.
My mom had a tough time with these things troubling me so she always made me feel loved and would lay with me or sit and read something soft to me. After a while these dreams went away and I went on to better dreams. I dream in bright colors and have been killed many ways in my dreams but when I was going through this episode of life I came to the conclusion that anything that a person can dream can come true. I had this feeling come over me of its truthfulness that if you can think it or dream about it, it can come true. We live in an age when a old little boy has seen many things that were dreamt about have come true. I have dreams about flying machines and water machines and aliens and inventions and many wonderful things. So be careful what you dream about, make them good, oh and you can go in and change a dream if you dare, just take the necessary items with you before you go in and good luck.
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Billy Pilgrim
Stye in my eye
I had this dream twice, and it was slightly different each time: The first time I had it, I was a senior in high school. I had a dream that I went through an entire day of school. And it felt like it was in real time. Nothing was really weird, at least nothing noticeable in the dream. The only difference between my actual day of school, and this day of school in my dream were the classes. They were in a different order. I woke up, and felt relieved that it was Saturday. Then I woke up for real and realized it was Monday, and I had school in an hour. Not only did I have to go to school that day (I physically felt drained, as if I had gone through a real day of school) but I had a whole week of school ahead of me. I skipped school that day. The second time I had it was maybe six months later, I had been in college a few months at this point. I had the dream again, slightly different, but basically the same. I woke up and I was still in high school, and had school that week. Then I woke up for real, and felt relieved that I was in college, and only had one class that day, and it was in the evening.
I always hit the ground in my falling dreams too. Except mine are always the same, and have been since childhood. I'm at some swimming pool with my family, and everyone is jumping off of the high dive and into the pool. So my family sort of eggs me on to jump too. I climb up the ladder, only it's extremely high. I'm surrounded by clouds. I don't want to jump, but everyone is assuring me it's fun, and safe. So I jump, and I fall for what feels like a minute or two, and when I get closer to the ground, the pool has disappeared, and I land on concrete. And I even lay there for a moment, conscious, but unable to move. I can hear people panicking and screaming behind me. Then I wake up.
I've always had a weird relationship with sleep, my entire life. I've been an insomniac since middle school. I used to sleepwalk as a child. There were times where I'd go to sleep in my bed, and wake up on the couch, or on the floor next to my parents' bed. I've occasionally had lucid dreams.
In high school I started experiencing sleep paralysis. I didn't get the usual hallucinations though. Most people see someone sitting on their chest, and sleep paralysis may be the explanation for most people's alien encounters (which is why so many descriptions of abductions are the same). My hallucinations are usually aural. I hear weird things. The only visual hallucination I can remember is one where an earthquake is rocking the house, and the ceiling eventually falls on me. The whole time I'm just laying in my bed, unable to move. I wonder if that has something to do with experiencing the Northridge Earthquake firsthand when I was a kid. I always want to scream, but I can't seem to be able to make a sound. Sometime I'd wake up with sleep paralysis face-down in my pillow. And I'd freak out because I was afraid that since I couldn't move, I'd smother myself in my pillow and die. I haven't had it in a long time though, fortunately. It's probably been close to a year. But I used to have it frequently for two or three years before that.
I always hit the ground in my falling dreams too. Except mine are always the same, and have been since childhood. I'm at some swimming pool with my family, and everyone is jumping off of the high dive and into the pool. So my family sort of eggs me on to jump too. I climb up the ladder, only it's extremely high. I'm surrounded by clouds. I don't want to jump, but everyone is assuring me it's fun, and safe. So I jump, and I fall for what feels like a minute or two, and when I get closer to the ground, the pool has disappeared, and I land on concrete. And I even lay there for a moment, conscious, but unable to move. I can hear people panicking and screaming behind me. Then I wake up.
I've always had a weird relationship with sleep, my entire life. I've been an insomniac since middle school. I used to sleepwalk as a child. There were times where I'd go to sleep in my bed, and wake up on the couch, or on the floor next to my parents' bed. I've occasionally had lucid dreams.
In high school I started experiencing sleep paralysis. I didn't get the usual hallucinations though. Most people see someone sitting on their chest, and sleep paralysis may be the explanation for most people's alien encounters (which is why so many descriptions of abductions are the same). My hallucinations are usually aural. I hear weird things. The only visual hallucination I can remember is one where an earthquake is rocking the house, and the ceiling eventually falls on me. The whole time I'm just laying in my bed, unable to move. I wonder if that has something to do with experiencing the Northridge Earthquake firsthand when I was a kid. I always want to scream, but I can't seem to be able to make a sound. Sometime I'd wake up with sleep paralysis face-down in my pillow. And I'd freak out because I was afraid that since I couldn't move, I'd smother myself in my pillow and die. I haven't had it in a long time though, fortunately. It's probably been close to a year. But I used to have it frequently for two or three years before that.
I didn't get to read everyones post, but some interesting stuff. I've had a reoccurring dream for years now, where I'm flying over city streets, just above peoples heads usually, sometimes over trees. The weird thing is, I 've become better each time at it. I've become somewhat conscious of the whole thing when it happens and over the last year or so I've been able to control the speed and latitude. I'm still a little "greatest american hero" though, clumsy and not a master of flight yet. It's also incredibly difficult to stay afloat, I have to really work at it, very strange. i wake up with sore muscles sometimes but completey invigorated. It's a very real experience when it happens, about once a month.
Anyway,
Anyway,
GageFX
Carbonite Member
Are you married or do you sleep with anyone? Have you asked or do they mention crazy physical behavior?
I ask because while I have never sleepwalked, I have been "active" in my sleep. I have also been known to sit up, open my eyes and start spouting mathematical equations (as we all expect Anhar does) for about 10 minutes then just crash right backwards. I had a girl friend whom I awoke to one night beating the sh*t out of my face. She SAYS she was sleeping and having a nightmare... but...
HorseFilms
Look ma no hands
I've been known to be pretty active while sleeping, too. If I don't wear a t-shirt to bed, I'll claw the hell out of myself. I've been that way for years.
Jeff Anderson
Custom Title!
Horse - even if you wear a shirt do you claw at yourself, or does that actually keep you from doing it all together?
I just remembered another I used to have (very interesting thread btw). I used to skydive on the weekends for a couple of years. I got married and stopped doing that so much (have pretty much quit altogether now) due to a shift in priorities. Right when I started to cut back I started having these weird dreams at least once a week sometimes more. The videographer and I would do a normal skydive but would forget to pull. Panic would ensue, and we tried to slow down as much as possible. This worked but I still figured we'd die - but we just gingerly bounced off the ground, unscathed. So we'd get right back in the plane and do it again to test it but this time we didnt slow down - worked again. We laughed and hi-fived and then I'd wake up. Cool dream, but totally weird. Very similiar dream every time too. One time I woke up and even had to ponder whether that would really work. Then I really woke up and decided I was stupid...
I just remembered another I used to have (very interesting thread btw). I used to skydive on the weekends for a couple of years. I got married and stopped doing that so much (have pretty much quit altogether now) due to a shift in priorities. Right when I started to cut back I started having these weird dreams at least once a week sometimes more. The videographer and I would do a normal skydive but would forget to pull. Panic would ensue, and we tried to slow down as much as possible. This worked but I still figured we'd die - but we just gingerly bounced off the ground, unscathed. So we'd get right back in the plane and do it again to test it but this time we didnt slow down - worked again. We laughed and hi-fived and then I'd wake up. Cool dream, but totally weird. Very similiar dream every time too. One time I woke up and even had to ponder whether that would really work. Then I really woke up and decided I was stupid...
Brian Parker
Well-known member
As a kid, I used to sleep on my stomach which led to numerous suffocation dreams, i.e. drownings, chokings, only to wake up at the last second by yanking my face out of the pillow, gasping for air.
Never had a lot of flying dreams.
Never had a lot of flying dreams.
MattinSTL
Sound Modulator
This brought back good memories of my flying dreams... I was definitely always controlling it... not simply along for the ride... if I relaxed concentration I'd start to drop... flying dreams are the best. It was always fun remembering how to do it. I loved saving people in my dreams and I used those visions to fuel a good workout.
It's funny how many people have posted similar experiences to mine. :beer:
The gravity/density thing... I don't know if that's the same thing I had... but I could do it while I was awake... meditating on the meaning of life... and in my head I'd picture space with and without the earth... and that image of in-out-in-out... no difference... gave me the craziest buzzing feeling in my head... and this was when I was about 8.
Drew Ott
Wish I were banned.
In my first lucid dream ever, I tried to fly by jumping real high and using my hands like wings. Didn't work at all. I had to command it vocally by saying "up" and "down". Each time I said "up" it would be like a little puff upward. It is kind of like how Kirby flies in video games.
The vocal thing has really confused me over the years. Every time I have a lucid dream, I'm completely unable to control anything with my body. Every time I try to do something, I have to use my voice yelling as loud as possible. For another example, if I want a gun, I have to yell "GUN!" Also, almost every time I have a lucid dream I'm told by my parents that I was yelling in my bed. This has never happened on a normal night.
Nathyn
Low Budget Ninja
For me I had to lean forward and will myself into the air. After learning to fly in my dreams, I never had flying dreams again. Lucid dreams suck for me because once I realize I'm dreaming I immediately start to wake up even if I'm about to do something else.
The strangest reoccurring dream I had (I probably shouldn't call it reoccurring but it was just one in a line of zombie/horror dreams) was walking into a room full of dead bodies. They were all on a wall. I had on a long red cape and a mystic's robe. I looked at the bodies and noticed the bodies. I smiled and commanded them to "rise". After the third try they climbed off the wall. I was very satisfied with myself and wondered what I could do with an army of zombies. As the zombies came toward me, in full confidence I told them to halt (and other variations of stop). They didn't listen. They over took me and I woke up laughing at how silly it all was.
The last "scary" dream I had involved a new character, I'll call her "Mirror dance girl" for all practical purposes. She was in my kitchen looking at herself in the mirror. She was dressed somewhat like a hot gypsy chick. She asked me how she looked. I told her she was cute. Then she started to a "river dance" type thing for me. Okay, whatever. Then she stopped and her reflection started dancing. For a split second it was an awesome trick, until I realized people's reflections are supposed to move with them. I ran and woke up. She hasn't re-occurred yet but I'm sure she's in the running for next reoccurring character. The irony: I'm the man that hit Freddy across the head with a lead pipe and challenged my deadly android clone. Yet the one character who didn't attack me was the absolute scariest. All she freaking did was dance.
-Nate
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It's been years since I had a valid nightmare. As a kid I had them on a regular basis.When I think about it I can still feel the fear I had. When I turned 17 the nightmares dissappeared.I just slowed down in my dream and reailised there was nothing to fear.I did not realise that I was dreaming I just wasn't scared anymore.
Lately I have been dreaming alot about zombies .Old friends
and loved ones have all turned.The dreams are suppose to be scary but I'm not scared. Everybody is trying to escape ,it's not dark actually it's pretty bright and there's alot of water around me and the group I'm with.When I wake up I feel tired and sad for my friends then I realise it was just a Dream.I've been trying to make contact with an old friend of mine.Funny thing is he called me a few years ago when I was going to a rough time.
He was 4000 miles away and called me in the morning after he had dreamed something bad about me. I realised that no matter how sad, lonely or dissapointed you feel somehow we are all connected.There 's alot more I could say but that's it for now.
Lately I have been dreaming alot about zombies .Old friends
and loved ones have all turned.The dreams are suppose to be scary but I'm not scared. Everybody is trying to escape ,it's not dark actually it's pretty bright and there's alot of water around me and the group I'm with.When I wake up I feel tired and sad for my friends then I realise it was just a Dream.I've been trying to make contact with an old friend of mine.Funny thing is he called me a few years ago when I was going to a rough time.
He was 4000 miles away and called me in the morning after he had dreamed something bad about me. I realised that no matter how sad, lonely or dissapointed you feel somehow we are all connected.There 's alot more I could say but that's it for now.
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Tom Marshall
Actor!!!!!!
Yeah, that's what happens when you freebase heroine. :thumbsup:
HorseFilms
Look ma no hands
I'm not sure. All I know is that, when I wear a shirt, I don't wake up looking like a Freddy Krueger victim.
MattinSTL
Sound Modulator
Recurring dream happened again last night... super-sonic powers while hanging out at my nephew's football practice... "Holy Sh*t! Who's THAT guy!? He just threw a perfect spiral 120 yards!"
Why would you ever want to wake up from that dream? I can't imagine how cool it must be to be a top athlete.
Why would you ever want to wake up from that dream? I can't imagine how cool it must be to be a top athlete.
Drew Ott
Wish I were banned.
Try spinning in place in your dream once you realize you are dreaming. It makes the physical part of your brain tap into your dream body instead of feel itself laying down in your bed. Works for me.
Thomas J. O'Hara
Senior Citizen
after reading all these posts about dreams, I feel like I'm pretty lucky when it comes to sleep and dreams.
I can't remember the last time I've had a nightmare.
I don't move a lot or wake up feeling fatigued.
But, I am a lucid dreamer and I dream about doing daily tasks ALL the time, and sometimes when I wake up I think I've already done something only to find out I didn't...so I guess that's my downfall. It kinda sucks to wake up and think "aw man, I thought I already went to the DMV and took care of that..."
I can't remember the last time I've had a nightmare.
I don't move a lot or wake up feeling fatigued.
But, I am a lucid dreamer and I dream about doing daily tasks ALL the time, and sometimes when I wake up I think I've already done something only to find out I didn't...so I guess that's my downfall. It kinda sucks to wake up and think "aw man, I thought I already went to the DMV and took care of that..."