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Second Wind
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Username: second_wind

Post Number: 4493
Registered: 4-2007
Posted on Sunday, April 25, 2010 - 11:55 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

JD, did you see my question above? (We posted at almost the same time.)





Also, your comments to mthood are most definitely worth considering. I speak from personal experience. We should all be careful what we wish for", some blessings also contain curses. That doesn't mean I am ungrateful; it just means I had a huge "rude awakening".
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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mthood
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Post Number: 146
Registered: 3-2010
Posted on Monday, April 26, 2010 - 12:38 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

could be JD and SW. It certainly wasn't a dollar amount that would be a life changing experience.

There was a part of me that was let down, only because we were told for so long that we would "get" something. I always kind of filed it away under, "we'll see".

He also had an extensive Indonesian art collection and had me and a few other pick out a few pieces we liked so that he would know who got what. He ended giving the whole collection to another family member. I think that hurt a little more than the $$. There were pieced that made me uncomfortable. If I remember correctly there were some Middle Eastern pieces as well from his time in Jordan. Once again, some of it confused me as a child. So, maybe it was best I didn't get the artwork.

Maybe we were being protected on some level. I suppose I'll never know.

In the dream he seemed confused. He never had any children of his own, nor a wife. He enjoyed talking about his exploits like most parents enjoy talking about their kids.

He died of skin cancer. A weird coincidence now that my grandmother, his sister, has been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer.
“There's nothing more dangerous than a resourceful idiot.”
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John_Doe420
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Post Number: 559
Registered: 10-2009
Posted on Monday, April 26, 2010 - 2:05 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

sw....

perhaps I do feel that way on some level...for some reason I get the feeling as if something was taking place at that moment that I felt powerless to stop, not necessarily a general sense of concern...but hindsight is 20/20 afterall, and I could easily be imagining those feelings....just a weird thing, but not unheard of to have me say something in a bit of fugue, and not remember it later...

I have a song for you...for me as well..

thought you might enjoy it.

Time is Running Out
Sonny: Do you think we were all created for a purpose? Id like to
think so. [looks at his hand] Denser alloy. My father gave it to
me. I think he wanted me to kill you.
-I Robot -2004
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Second Wind
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Username: second_wind

Post Number: 4499
Registered: 4-2007
Posted on Monday, April 26, 2010 - 5:39 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

WOW!!!!!




LOVE Muse!!! I am new to them, however, and I had not heard that song.


How freaking appropriate to what I'm going through. How is the song appropriate for your current circumstances?


I wish you would elaborate further on what you mean in your post above.

But, if you cannot, I understand.

Hugs to you, regardless!
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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John_Doe420
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Username: john_doe420

Post Number: 562
Registered: 10-2009
Posted on Friday, April 30, 2010 - 1:28 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Was younger....was tricked into boarding a bus, school bus type thing....there were children in there of virtually every nationality...we were being made to go to a "camp" (think SUMMER camp)....at some point I realized that each kid was being trained and evaluated as to who could be molded into the best "weapon" based on each persons unique set of "skills"....at one point I realized I was speaking with a girl who I came to understand was the daughter of Tom Cruise (lol)...I was put into several very tense and seemingly dangerous scenarios to determine how I would handle them...deadly puzzles if you will.

After I decided enough was enough, I reasoned that I should escape...this was after I was made to be in a room with a bomb, and being observed as to how I would either dismantle the bomb or escape...I shocked them all by doing nothing, letting it explode, and being completely unharmed by it.....then I was attempting to escape out a small window when I

woke up
Sonny: Do you think we were all created for a purpose? Id like to
think so. [looks at his hand] Denser alloy. My father gave it to
me. I think he wanted me to kill you.
-I Robot -2004
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blue
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Username: jennyblue

Post Number: 768
Registered: 3-2007
Posted on Friday, April 30, 2010 - 1:42 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

glad you escaped :-)
We are the ones we've been waiting for.
Hopi Elders 2001.

to be a rock and still to roll . . .
change we can believe in is here -- The Ed Show
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Alen
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Username: slippywhnwet

Post Number: 72
Registered: 4-2010
Posted on Friday, April 30, 2010 - 1:56 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

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Second Wind
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Username: second_wind

Post Number: 4517
Registered: 4-2007
Posted on Friday, April 30, 2010 - 11:46 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Fascinating dream, JD!

Sounds like you have either done too much "research", or you have an interesting "unremembered" history.





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along similar lines, either last night, or night before last (I don't EVEN know why I am unsure which night it was), I dreamed that I asked someone if they had seen "The Men Who Stare at Goats". The said they had not, and I told them that they should definitely see it.

That's all I remember, and it was like only a "snippet"; I don't remember anything else. It's weird, because I RARELY have a dream that is such a "short snippet" like that. My dreams are usually of the "epic movie" type, that seem to go on forever.

In the dream, it felt as if my rationale for insisting they should see the film was that they would personally identify with the topic.

It "seems" like maybe it was my father, or my uncle, who I was telling this to.


Also, I did not even remember the dream, until this afternoon, when I was flipping through a magazine, and saw an advertisement that had George Clooney's picture. At that moment, the memory of the dream flashed into my mind, and I was like, "Good Grief!?!?"
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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Mama Shine
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Username: mama_shine

Post Number: 11582
Registered: 9-2006
Posted on Saturday, May 01, 2010 - 8:55 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

They did some strange maneuver
with my hair and I saw them clear
a surface on the top of my head.
Just lifted the top...did something
and shut it.

I had a similar "dream" like this
about 15 years ago.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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animalspirits
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Username: animalspiritstalstarcom

Post Number: 7416
Registered: 10-2006
Posted on Saturday, May 01, 2010 - 9:37 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Fine tuning your implant?

Notice any enhanced abilities communicating with non-humans (including animals, plants, etc.)?
Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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Mama Shine
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Username: mama_shine

Post Number: 11585
Registered: 9-2006
Posted on Saturday, May 01, 2010 - 11:17 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

AS,

Possibly......
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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buu
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Username: buu

Post Number: 1370
Registered: 4-2006
Posted on Sunday, May 02, 2010 - 9:02 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Attending a class on sea creatures-- I've noticed that this is becoming a recurring theme now. I remember having dreams about some of these things when I was much younger, but it was too frightening and I would wake up from them creeped-out and upset.

This particular session started out trying to show me something about a device or piece of a device. I was frustrated by my inability to understand. Tried (in the dream) sketching it on paper, but it didn't really help. The picture was nothing complicated, sort of a nondescript hockey-puck shaped something with "fang" shaped pieces on the edge of the bottom of either side. Could not make sense of it or what was being said.

Next came the creatures. First are shrimp looking things, starting out as jars of smaller ones, they show increasingly larger ones until there's sort of a vase with a boquete of twitching, bread-loaf sized, limbless shrimp arranged inside of it.

Next a small aquarium with a muddy brown sort of lizard-fish. This is passed around across the seats for inspection. Although it seems passive, I hand it along quickly because I'm getting anxious over the whole "weird creatures" and "stuck in class" combo-punch dream. The girl to my left pets the creature for a moment before passing it along.

Not long after this the students are filing out. It's a small, snug room. I'm looking at the walls where there are many very interesting-looking books piled up. I see the instructor, an attractive dark-haired woman, who seems exasperated at not being taken seriously and/or over our lack of understanding in the lesson. That's about it.
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susi
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Username: etsi

Post Number: 1640
Registered: 11-2009
Posted on Sunday, May 02, 2010 - 11:21 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

i dreamed i looked up into the sky (during the day) and saw a ufo being 'escorted' by military jets, two i think. it was cloudy but i could see them through the clouds. the ufo was about 2 football fields long and rectangular with each end curved inward. the jets were in the front on each side of it.
sure you can trust the government....just ask an indian.
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Mama Shine
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Username: mama_shine

Post Number: 11590
Registered: 9-2006
Posted on Sunday, May 02, 2010 - 5:23 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

I want to post this quick before I
forget it.


I was in the house I lived in New Orleans
east and I can't remember the plot of what
happened before but I saw a helicopter
come down on the front lawn. I saw Peter Graves
get out the back and pulled a gun firing...I saw
Tom Cruise and he was shooting also. Didn't know who got shot or why.

I was telling my Mama and oldest son about it and they said it had been on TV and that Peter Graves had died (I know he has recently died in rea life) but I think Tom Cruise made it.

I told them that it was weird that I had seen this happen and thought it was a dream. Told them I'd look out and see if any indication of
the action was there. I saw the outline of where
a helicopter had touched down. Walked towards it on newly sowed grass and sunk into a sink hole that made it look like it was okay to step there. Walk toward the street looking for evidence of the landing and maybe saw a jacket or a briefcase or notebook. Thats all I can recall.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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esoterica
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Username: esoterica

Post Number: 978
Registered: 9-2007
Posted on Sunday, May 02, 2010 - 10:54 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

i had a really neat dream last night - a rock hudson type man who sold industrial chemicals around ww2 time came to a hotel and fell in love with the girl that worked in the the hotel office

he had problems dealing with ww2 because he had memories of ww1 even though he wasn't alive then, and the war they talked of now was not what he remembered

he had a car and was successful, and ended up sweeping her right off her feet - he wanted to fight in the war, but doughboys with big tin hats were long gone

they had to work their lovemaking around the hotel's office hours since the rooms she lived in were also the hotel's office and there were people coming and going through the bedroom all the time

then one night he kept whispering the name miranda in his sleep and she got pissed thinking it was some other girl, though as handsome as he was he surely had past lovers, but after she called him on it, it turned out that miranda was his mother that had recently died and she had come to him in a dream to say she was alright and for him not to worry!

the girl was dumbfounded but still wondered why he would call his mother miranda and he said he didn't know either but that miranda was his mother's name and it was his mother

then he pressed her to run away with him, to have that white picket fence house (this was the ww2 era after all), but she was having trouble leaving the hotel where she ran things and was comfortable, and risking it all on this man who remembered other times and spoke in dreams with his dead mother, and if he went off to fight in the war anyway, she'd be all alone in that white-picket-fenced doll-house, and what if he didn't come back?

she had a vision of riding away in his car with him, the wind whistling through the wing window, and him smiling that huge rock hudson smile,and she was just about to make her decision, and then i woke up!

i haven't seen rock hudson in a movie in years, but it was definitely him, and the girl was probably somebody too but i didn't recognize her - i haven't seen an old move in years either, but this one felt like a nice black-and-white oldie-but-goodie

i just love my crazy dreams! - perhaps it was an old blockbuster is some parallel-dimension?

(Message edited by esoterica on May 02, 2010)
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Mama Shine
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Username: mama_shine

Post Number: 11691
Registered: 9-2006
Posted on Sunday, May 09, 2010 - 7:18 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Was looking at old black and
white pictures from my childhood.
In one my Grandmother started
telling future prediction...
I wondered how these little pics
were all of a sudden like little
u tube talking things. i asked my
Daughter and she said you have that little
attachment on you..don't you remember?
I said Nanny's voice seems different. Then
a big black Mama dog came through the picture
dimension and had 2 puppies, maybe 3..can't remember. She plopped her big ole self in
bed next to me...I am used to having big dogs
sleep with me cause my German Shepherd Fritz slept with me. But this dog's fur seem different,
more like a Lab..I know how they feel cause Bonnie had a black Lab. She said better not get
too friendly with the picture stuff cause it's
risky. I did it anyway and her puppy came to us and she groomed it and was relaxed.. but time was up and they left
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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Mark
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Username: mark

Post Number: 2547
Registered: 2-2001
Posted on Monday, May 10, 2010 - 1:29 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

better not get
too friendly with the picture stuff cause it's
risky


that is right
and dog is a protector.
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Bob Friedman
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Username: bobufo

Post Number: 4104
Registered: 1-2004
Posted on Monday, May 10, 2010 - 6:54 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

more reptile dreams last night. I have had ongoing dreams of me visiting wilderness areas with big lizards, snakes, alligators, and I always recognize the areas, thinking, here I am , again! I'm not scared, just cautious, always knowing I was there before....and I always want to leave that place, it looks prehistoric. Deep canyons, cliffs, and hundreds of reptiles.
"it's the cracked ones
that let the light in"
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animalspirits
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Username: animalspiritstalstarcom

Post Number: 7539
Registered: 10-2006
Posted on Monday, May 10, 2010 - 7:47 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Bob,

Are they always the same reptiles?
Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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Buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 2927
Registered: 3-2008
Posted on Wednesday, May 12, 2010 - 11:03 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

I've been having wilderness dreams
for the past 4 nights...water fish
and critters...last night was the
clearest..anyway the night before
I was in the wilderness it had SO
many shades of green and we were
catching trout from a brook stream..
Last night I was walking in the
wilderness and this little animal
jumped on my back I was completely
startled!! next I know I'm back in
the house with the folks I was spending
time with..none were family nor friends
that I could tell..but we had 2 dogs both
Labs a few kittens oh and BG (my cat) was
there :-) we also had a smallish white Hen..
This little animal.. which everyone
recognized as a rare type of Fox..
they called it by name but
I can't recall that..it actually looked
more like a raccoon to me..anyway he
walked into the house and came right
to me and started to nibble my toes..
its teeth were sharp but I was once
again more startled and not hurt at..
what struck me was if its a Fox why would
it not try and get the little Hen or Kittens..
I did not want it around me and forced it
away..next we are all out walking in the
woods and the little thing jumped on my
back again..I was again more startled than
hurt..but I could feel its little sharp
claws sticking to me..it was removed and
we walked further along to the Ocean which
had beautiful big non threating waves rolling
in..the little animal had black and tan fur
in a kinda plaid check design on its back..
I remember saying I think it looks more
like something you would see in the
kiddie section at Wallmart
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sahgwa
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Post Number: 31
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Posted on Saturday, May 15, 2010 - 11:26 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

johndoe420 do you ever read any HP Lovecraft? I am always amazed when I hear of things in peoples' dreams/astral travels/magical experiences that resemble his so called creations. Because it seems to me he thought he was thinking these things up but the view of a lot of people is that he had access through the dream world to a real dimension or history.
The creature that gave me the idea in the first place was the blob covered in eyes. it sounds exactly like a shoggoth. is this what it was like?
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/58/CoC_Shoggoth.png minus the tentacles perhaps.
curious! ^^
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sahgwa
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Posted on Saturday, May 15, 2010 - 11:30 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

i am speaking of your dream post of feb 26 by the way . thanks!
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chewy01
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Post Number: 20
Registered: 4-2010
Posted on Tuesday, May 18, 2010 - 8:46 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Had a dream last night about a blue dinosaur. It was a shiny blue, almost metallic. It would have been beautiful if it wasn't such a persistent scary dinosaur.

First we (my immediate and extended family) were in a very large open building, and as long as we stayed in this one room in the corner we were safe. At one point my son had to use the bathroom. So, I run him to another room were there were several people wearing scrubs. I don't remember what they were doing, but the feeling was it was medical. I couldn't go into the room with my son, so I stood at the door encouraging him to hurry. He finished and we went back to the safe room. Eventually, we weren't safe there anymore, and some friendly dinosaurs carried/flew us to another large building that was dark. It had poles that ran from ceiling to floor with platforms at different intervals along the poles. We landed on one of the platforms, and again we couldn't stay there. Then we were in a forest. In the forest was a circular building. We made our way to the building. It was foggy/misty. There was a young boy that was running around the woods screaming and yelling. I got to him to calm him down. As long as we are quiet and still then the dinosaur won't see us. I woke up as the dinosaur was walking into the building.
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buu
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Post Number: 1383
Registered: 4-2006
Posted on Thursday, May 20, 2010 - 11:57 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Recurring dreams of seeing a woman. I think this is usually the same person--she appears as different women I've met in the waking hours. Sometimes the "glamour" or whatever it is fades back, and she always has greyish-white eyes, and something like a serrated ridge of bone visible along the lower line of her jaw. Other features are indistinct. She seems friendly, warm. I sometimes just feel her setting her face next to mine while I'm resting somewhere (in the dreams). Actually, I just realized that I had some kind of conversation with her once, the different face coming into sight, while I was sitting down with two other womens' faces resting against either side of mine. Strange, but comforting.

Part of a dream from last night-- Walking into a dark building, some kind of college facility I thought. There is a theater area inside with people gathered. There is very little light, a ring of covered light in the center of the area where a group of "caretakers" (I felt) were standing. Their features are obscured in the dark. They stand aside and out of their midst trot a number of very small little beings in the center--my first impression is "children" but in retrospect I'm uncertain. They are different from each other. One is bouncing up and down excitedly--his body seems like a shadow, vaguely rectangular with little feet and arms and bright, pupil-less white eyes.

The ones that come near me are no taller than a large cat's back. Each "one" of them is three very short, pudgey little people who seem conjoined at the stomach, or perhaps they were just clinging tightly together--they moved as single units, in any case. Their skin is completely hairless and light brown, their heads bald. Their eyes seemed very circular but had pupils. They had large, beak-noses that seemed to cover over their mouths.

One moves close and says something like "gimmie a kiss." I say okay and kneel down, kissing the one of the heads, noticing that its skin seems very warm. One of the other heads furrows its brow at me as if I had done something strange.

Next a brief vision of a man, human-looking but pale and slightly green in complexion. I get the impression that he was one of these little beings once and that the other two had died or merged with him somehow and been removed from his body.
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buu
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Post Number: 1384
Registered: 4-2006
Posted on Friday, May 21, 2010 - 2:44 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Actually "tall as a large cat" seems misleading. They were small, like about the size of a breadbox.
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sahgwa
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Posted on Friday, May 21, 2010 - 12:26 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

that is a very strange and interesting dream buu.
I feel from reading it that I suddenly had the feeling that I knew or had seen one of those beings with the bald heads and beaky noses myself. I dont know how to explain it except that upon recieving the information it suddenly seemed familiar.
thats weird huh?

here are 2 of my interesting dreams from a month or two ago.
*I find myself in a very shiny white interior environment like a lab or chemical plant. Everything very bright white shiny futuristic but simple.
I enter a room from a long white hallway. The room holds very shiny white floor tiles as I bend down to look at the reflection in the tile of the bright cieling light, I see what looks like a frosty (through the tile) bit of labeling on a button panel under the tile. I push on the tile and the buttons come out. I push one randomly as I dont understand hte labeling.

The tile I am standing on suddenly moves downward below the floor level and as I look to the sides of the tile the four corners are anchored to the previous floor fast moving upward by four metal rods. As the tile i am on moves downward i look around myself at my new environment and instead of a basement or subterranean environment i am amazingly seeing bright blue sky around me.

I astonishingly look down past the edge of the tile and see miles of land all below me from what i now see is my height of at least miles and miles. I am way up in the sky on this tile. The tile i am on now starts folding in such a way as to make my position precarious. I wake up before i fall or anything else happens.

* I am on a field trip in denmark with my school class. The area we are in is a very dark muddy and wood constructed, timber beamed enclosure. It is underground for sure as it is cold and dark and lit by dim lights. The timber enclosures are changing rooms as this appears to be some sort of underground swimming area.
I get into my trunks and towel and slop through the mud to a very very steep hillside . I look up in the larger area and see im in a larger cavern. The class goes down the super slippery muddy hillside slipping dangerously. As i look down farther we are on our way to of all things, a subterranean sea!
we are going swimming in an underground beach. how strange. no sand just mud. the water when we reach it is salty though...

*I am walking with my girlfriend (ex from korea) through a very old castle. We are outside the walls and looking over a stone wall down to the moat. It is (the castle) surrounded by water and as sorts is its own island. As we enter the castle a semi amphibious, scaly froggy white pasty and light green monstrosity the size of a cat shambles by us and we both scream. it ignores us and slaps on its way.

Let me know what you think if anything about the weird feeling of recognition i got. never happened when reading other peoples dreams before.
hope you find my dreams there interesting as i did yours. :-)
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esoterica
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Username: esoterica

Post Number: 1022
Registered: 9-2007
Posted on Friday, May 21, 2010 - 12:53 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

mine last night was british, and we were for some reason transporting a small building to another spot by hiring some guy to pull the trailer it was on with his truck and the guy turned out to be a vampire lol and my friend shot him and we buried him under the building when we set it in the new place! - and then we were in living in this house and had to move downstairs and the house was much bigger downstairs than it should have been and there were all these other people there living in the other part of the house - i went and talked to them and they said they were 'like gypsies' and they were having a 'gypsy sale' in the house and they indeed has a bunch of stuff in rooms i had remembered as full, like a yard sale of all kinds of incredible cloth and a wonderful green dye and hand made pieces of what seemed to be steel cloth, and a 'anywhere pipe' with the whole smoking kit out of a rubbery material but also reinforced with this steel cloth, and a lot of general merchandise, toys and kitchen stuff like tiny pots and pans - and that's it! - another one of those incredibly lucid dreams that when you write it down, it doesn't sound like it did when you were dreaming it - i wish i had had some money so i could have bought some stuff!

(Message edited by esoterica on May 21, 2010)
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buu
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Post Number: 1386
Registered: 4-2006
Posted on Saturday, May 29, 2010 - 4:24 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Dreams from a few different, recent nights--

A squirrel is climbing a tree and trying to get at some eggs up there. I see the eggs, sort of square-looking and packed into a thin tray. There are hornets or bees swarming a few inches above the tray. I throw a rock at the insects to gain their attention and then dive into a nearby body of water to escape them. I stay under water for a while, half-remembering that it's a dream and allowing myself to breath and relax a bit. The water is cool and dark. It's nice.

In a classroom, trying to comprehend a lesson. Taking notes. Then the lights are dimmed and some Tom & Jerry cartoons are playing on a screen on the side of the room. Agitated, pacing around. Look to the students in the back row: "are you guys watching this?" They seem oblivious, resting and laying back under blankets. Walk over to the door and look into the hall at nothing in particular. Teacher at the head desk says "take your seat" without much conviction. I am thinking "this is stupid, we don't have time for this, we should continue the lesson right now."

A familiar house. Cleaning it up and organizing the piles of stuff. Walking down the hallway. It's night. There are other people here. A door closes in the hall. A bright light is now on in the room. Very bright light bleeding around the cracks in the door into the hallway. I feel myself leaning up against my back, saying that this is a dream. "I" suggest I go into the room and rape the women I find in there. I'm standing and looking at my hands and thinking that this seems very real and solid now, very lucid. I have the thought that this is actually a real place that I am awake in. I can usually induce myself to wake up while in a lucid dream, so I think about testing the reality of this place by doing so. The "me" at my back is saying that I can act here without consequence and that waking from the dream would be a lost opportunity. I wake myself up--I don't recall if it was to another dream or actually waking up briefly. Very creepy dream in retrospect.
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buu
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Oh! Hi, Sahgwa. Just read your post. It's not something I've really studied, but I think there's a school of thought (Jungian(sp)?) that describes certain dream images as part of a collective psychology or imagery types or something that our minds all relate to in similar ways.
I had thought later on after posting the dream that the triplets were reminiscent of those little mud idols that you can find in very ancient sculptures. Maybe that kind of figure is related to a primal part of our mind or psychology. Interesting.
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susi
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dreamed i was on a bus, like a greyhound or tour bus. i was going across a bridge when i looked out the window and the bridge was swaying, moving like the tides. i knew there was an earthquake.

the bus driver was going real fast and i asked him to slow down, thinking he could control the bus at a lower speed.

we finally made it off the bridge and i got off and found myself in a part of town that was deserted except for a nonchalant man sitting outside playing checkers.

it had the feel of san francisco.
sure you can trust the government....just ask an indian.
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RushingStar
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I dreamed last night that I saw a huge sheet of water coming at the coastline. I ran and saved myself by going into a building. I then remember telling people..."never be in Galveston when a tsunami is coming".
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animalspirits
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RS,

I wonder if that was a past life dream...and that you were among the people that survived that storm serge that killed over 38,000 people. Perhaps you didn't survive and that moved into your soul...so your soul knows ..."never be in Galveston when a tsunami is coming" and how to save yourself.

Just a thought...
Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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paul
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Last night I woke up and took a lucid dream pill. It's a combo of 8mg galantamine and 200mg choline. It works almost everytime.

Something odd has been happening lately. When I lucid dream (at least the last three times) I try to go from lucid dream to OBE. I do this when I first acknowledge I'm dreaming. I stand perfectly still (in the dream) and think no thoughts and have no emotions, at which point I start falling and vibrating. I should be able to go right into the OBE at this point, but I haven't been able to. I just wake up, but still vibrating a bit. I don't open my eyes right away hoping I can go back, but never do.

Ok, here's what happened last two times. Instead of thinking about going into an obe, as soon as I'm lucid, I get sucked into a vortex. I got the vibrations and then woke up, but not last night.
This time I got to jump in the air, usually thats the first thing I do when I become lucid. I jump up in the air and end up flying somewhere.
I jumped up in the air and just got sucked over to the side, still in the air, but not under my control. I just floated on my back, being held up by something and watching the moon lit sky through the trees. It was very nice, but I want to be in control. I know it's the entity, I know it is.

I woke up, went back to bed and had another lucid dream. I was in a car, I knew I was dreaming, but when I tried to leave the car, something held me back. I saw this beautiful lake I wanted to fly over, but couldn't.

I know for a fact if it wasn't for this entity I would be obeing my arse off. I've waisted about four lucid dreams by trying to switch to an obe.
Now I try to go back and just enjoy my lucid dreams and I'm being forced to attempt Astral travel, yet not obtaining it. This is very frustrating!!!
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RushingStar
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animaspiritsl...

It is very possible that you are right!!! You must be speaking of the 1900 storm, I believe? From the time I was very young, I have had a terror of tidal waves...hmmm, interesting. The first storm I experienced was Hurricane Carla when I was around 6 years old. They talked of an approaching tidal wave on the news, and I didn't even know what it WAS, but I became horrified. I just knew for sure it was going to get me! We lived very near Galveston in Pasadena, Texas at the time. You are on to something here! I would of never thunk it, but now, this feels very, very possible!

I also have a fear of volcanoes, but I know where it comes from! During meditation many years ago I had a spontaneous Life recall of being a native child in Madagascar. A volcano erupted and I was running for my life from a lava flow and was overtaken and died instantly. I remembered I had some kind of baby animal in my arms.
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Mark
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Galveston storm surge? They wrote a folk song about it:

"Mighty Day"

Chad Mitchell Trio

Album: "Mighty Day On Campus"
------------------------------

I remember down in Galveston,

When storm winds swept the town,

The high tides from the ocean, Lord,

Put water all around.

Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town


The winds began to blowin'.

The rains began to fall.

The lightning shafts were cracklin', Lord,

And the thunder started to roll


The trumpets warned the people,

You'd better leave this place.

But they never meant to leave their homes

Till death was in their face.


The seas began to rollin'.

The ships they could not land,

I heard a captain crying, God,

Please save this drownin' man

The trains they all were loaded

With people leavin' town,

The tracks gave way to the ocean, Lord,

And the trains they went on down.


The waters like some river

They went a-rushin' to and fro

I saw my father drownin', Lord,

And I watched my mother go

Now death your hands are icy.

You've got them on my knee.

You took away my mother now.

You're comin' after me.

Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town
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RushingStar
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OMG! The last line before the chorus....You're comin' after me...really rang my bell!!!
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animalspirits
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Buu,

I am going to take a stab at your dreams.

Use if it helps, disregard if it doesn't. No worries.

Dreams from a few different, recent nights--

A squirrel is climbing a tree and trying to get at some eggs up there. I see the eggs, sort of square-looking and packed into a thin tray. There are hornets or bees swarming a few inches above the tray. I throw a rock at the insects to gain their attention and then dive into a nearby body of water to escape them. I stay under water for a while, half-remembering that it's a dream and allowing myself to breath and relax a bit. The water is cool and dark. It's nice.

Squirrel: Gathers and stores information for future use.

Eggs: The shell that surrounds one before birth. Square ones won't roll with the punches as easily as oblong or round ones.

Bees: Have the ability to speak to any spirit.

Hornet: Female warrior energy.

Water: Cleanses emotional pain and traumas.

In a classroom, trying to comprehend a lesson. Taking notes. Then the lights are dimmed and some Tom & Jerry cartoons are playing on a screen on the side of the room. Agitated, pacing around. Look to the students in the back row: "are you guys watching this?" They seem oblivious, resting and laying back under blankets. Walk over to the door and look into the hall at nothing in particular. Teacher at the head desk says "take your seat" without much conviction. I am thinking "this is stupid, we don't have time for this, we should continue the lesson right now."

Having the ability to see through the 'cartoon' nature of what is presented to us as education and understanding that there is more to this education than is normally taught.

A familiar house. Cleaning it up and organizing the piles of stuff. Walking down the hallway. It's night. There are other people here. A door closes in the hall. A bright light is now on in the room. Very bright light bleeding around the cracks in the door into the hallway. I feel myself leaning up against my back, saying that this is a dream. "I" suggest I go into the room and rape the women I find in there. I'm standing and looking at my hands and thinking that this seems very real and solid now, very lucid. I have the thought that this is actually a real place that I am awake in. I can usually induce myself to wake up while in a lucid dream, so I think about testing the reality of this place by doing so. The "me" at my back is saying that I can act here without consequence and that waking from the dream would be a lost opportunity. I wake myself up--I don't recall if it was to another dream or actually waking up briefly. Very creepy dream in retrospect.

A test of the ethical nature of your soul...and one that you remember...


Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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Mama Shine
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Dreamed I could take parts
of my body loose and apart and
put them pack. I was scared and
embarrassed at first and hoped nobody
saw me. Also wondered why it didn't hurt.
The dream got deeper...i don't want to
know this...too ridiculous in a way. I don't
know why I'm even posting this.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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animalspirits
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Mama,

My Orca routinely takes me apart limb by limb in visions I have and puts me back together again. It doesn't hurt.

It is a shamanic ritual and not ridiculous at all...as probably were the other things that happened to you in that dream.


Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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sahgwa
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i wish i could remember the details but i didn't write down enough.
the main weird dream involved some alien consciousness trying to teach me, last night.
the setting was inside some huge round room with a domed top.
the 'aliens' either looked like greys but with googly white eyes with black pupils, and bigger mouths, or something little that i cant remember.
the big thing seemed to be them trying to teach me how to be a better human.
the one thing i remember as far as teaching the most was them placing me in a big water tank.
it was made up like the undersea. and they put on this rubber mouth piece over my mouth and nose for oxygen , but it wasnt made to let you breathe too fast, or hard, or it would POP and stop up the air.
It seemed like the lesson was to learn how to breathe slowly and calmly and not to be concerned about feeling 'im not getting sufficient/sating oxygen when i breathe' and then to start breathing to fast and hard. it seemed the lesson was not to worry about breathing and just let it happen, since i was having some sinus issues or feelings of not getting enough air.
so just kind of a lesson to go with the flow.
the other lesson seemed to involve sitting in front of a screen or computer like console and having to memorise sequences or something.

the second dream was more mundane i was in an amusement park, and i got separated from my best friend of childhood who i haven't seen in years.
i felt slightly tipsy or drunk in the dream and as a result i was talking to all the girls i found interesting.
i kept spilling coffee on my shirt from an open cup of coffee i kept carrying around.

weird dreams last night!
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sahgwa
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i had another really weird one last night that felt like real life it had all the senses.
i was a prisoner in a work camp or factory camp in North Korea or China.
it was horrid work but somehow due to poverty the security was slightly lax.
the camp was on a forested hill, very tall. in a mountainous area.
i managed to escape by using slight gymnastics, running over objects and flipping over the chain-link barbed wire fence.
the dirt road was steep and led down the hill so i ran clumsily and fast.
i was in a slightly urban area with sidewalks roads and cars , and now it was definitely china.
i ran for help since i knew i was going to be captured soon if i dallied.
i ended up running into another factory site, like more for construction it seemed like.
one of the workers there, a Chinese man in a plastic hard hat, stared at me as i was out of place as a foreigner and out of breath.
i breathlessly explained to him that i needed to know a place to get out of the area, an airport or dock. he smiled and told me to follow him.
unfortunately they were short of workers and i was press-ganged into service there.
then it gets even weirder.
instead of construction work, they wanted me as some kind of gymnastics or circus show.
the strangest part was my act. i was to train in
enlarging my belly button so that my stomach on the outside would have a cavity , and once it was large enough i was to fill it with blood and then the blood was to be used as nourishment for babies?!
they wanted me to practice putting the blood in and then the babies, live and about a year old. they were engineered or raised to only want to live off blood.
so they would lie in my 'cavity' in my stomach and drink the blood.
while all that was going on, i was expected to do gymnastic feats, overcoming the discomfort of having the babies and blood there with the weight and large stomach.
BIZARRE
i wonder what i could mean.
unfortunately i didnt get to escape i simply woke up.

the strangest part is im not even female but it does seem like some metaphor for birth.
and or vampirism.
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susi
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i dreamed i was sleeping in bed when the bed shaking woke me up. it was like vibrating for at least 2 minutes.

i jumped up to run tell my roommate we were having an earthquake.

as arizona isn't known for its earthquakes, i'm wondering if it was 'just a dream' or if there was one i felt.
sure you can trust the government....just ask an indian.
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buu
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A familiar house that I return to often, doing stuff when pulled aside suddenly into a room. It's small, reminiscent of a dentist's office with a reclined chair in the middle.
A brusque woman, telling me to sit down. I'm not hearing speech so much as quick little idea-things coming to me from her. There's some kind of procedure here that she needs to do, I'm getting the impression that a mechanical arm will come over and slowly push some kind of huge needle through my eyeball into my skull. I'm fidgeting and asking whether I can be unconscious or in a trance or something for this, and she's giving me the "whatever, no, just sit down" routine, trying to hustle me to the chair. Eventually, as we reach a very dentist-vs-unruly-patient-feeling standoff, I think I either need to just sit down or get the hell out of there.
I start doing something weird, I start building up some kind of "anger energy" or something in my chest, and I'm speaking in tongues or whatever in a deep voice while the lady looks at me like this is the most pathetic display she's ever seen. A cartoon-like "speech bubble" forms near my head. It's dark violet, with black, rune-looking writing scrawled over it. The woman is now backing away from me with her hands up, looking confused. An instant later I'm standing in the room, the lights are out (although light is coming in from outside somewhere). The woman is sitting on the floor, slumped over and unresponsive (dead? it doesn't seem clear). I walk out into the hallway.
A man walks down the hall and addresses me mournfully, saying he's been punished because of what I just did. I get the impression that this guy was extremely intelligent, but was now reduced somehow, barely able to speak clearly. He's just very sad and helpless-looking, like he doesn't know what to do or say to me. I feel bad for him. Then I leave.
The last last impression I get before waking is someone trying to strangle my dog. The afterimage of this persists for a moment after I wake up. (my dog was fine--snoozin' on the couch).
Fuuuuuuuun times.
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sahgwa
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sounds like someone messed up some praeternatural entities agenda buu ;)
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Buddie
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Dream On..
I've only had lately the
broken dreams..partly about
X's and other nonsense :-)
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moonbeam
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I have trouble remembering my dreams. Someone told me if one eats onions before bedtime it enhances dreams and makes them more memorable. Any suggestions? I don't care for onions at bedtime.
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Buddie
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Oh Moon maybe thats true
I don't have trouble remembering
dreams..But sometimes I just don't
HAVE them..like a Blank slate..
I mean that..like I expect something
but can't recall anything ??
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animalspirits
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MB,

If you are able to have waking visions, you won't dream as much. Your soul doesn't have to talk to you when you are asleep.

...and when you have them, they are usually just junk dreams...your mind getting rid of garbage.


Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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buu
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I'd think eating onions would give you indigestion. I usually try to have a glass of milk just 'cause it settles my stomach for the night.

I've heard somewhere that the brain releases a chemical inhibiting short-term memory when a person wakes up. Maybe changing diet a bit to compensate might make dreams more vivid afterwards. I don't remember what it was.

"sounds like someone messed up some praeternatural entities agenda buu ;)"

This occurred to me, but not really in the straightforward way. I don't feel like the dream-people I saw were entities unto themselves, but more like projections made by something trying to evoke a fear-response. I say this because of the waking afterimage I witnessed of my dog in pain. The other times I've noted strong dream-afterimages like this--once or twice, always after a distressing dream--I saw a little bug or blurry squirming thing on the wall nearby for just a moment as a similar lingering dream-image. If I thought something was interfering with my dreams from the outside, I'd suspect it was one of those little creatures rather than the literal figures seen in the dream.

Violence and depravity last night. Caught in some kind of blood-sport game, inside an apartment building. Feels like a videogame, sporting some kind of high-tech body armor suit and a pistol.
At first there's a group of us hunting some kind of creatures coming from other parts of the building. This lasts for only a few vague moments before evolving into a manhunt, apparently against each other. I shoot down a few of the others from cover and move to an area near a stairway.
There are four people pinned against the wall here. I kill two of them and one of the two remaining offers me the other as "payment" for letting him walk away. She's a young girl, maybe in her teens. I look at him for a moment and then agree to this. As he's walking away, I recall that I can't "win" the event unless I take out everyone else, so like a total d*ck I say "oh, wait. no" and shoot him in the back of the head.
When I turn around the girl is fading in and out of sight. I sense it's a trap. Checking something on the arm of my suit, I see some kind of virus has been uploaded and I've been "tagged" as "it." Everyone else in the game knows where I am, and I count as some kind of instant-win target.
Eventually work my way through to the last guy, he's out on an open balcony looking over a forested valley. I shoot him in the head twice, but it just passes through him and he sort of hesitantly smiles and says: "Wait, you can't really hurt me, this is just a dream." I'm laughing along with him for a moment, saying something like "ha, well, you can't hurt me either, then. Two can play at this!" I charge through the building and out to the balcony where he is. He takes a few shots, regardless. I can feel them pass through my head like something puncturing through thick foam. I get to him, grab him by the shoulders and somehow manage to chomp his entire head from the lower jaw up clean off. This seems to do the trick--I toss what's left of him over the side of the building.
The dream ends with me meeting up with some kind of group of other players in rough, piecemeal armor, and we're moving out to some other place.
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John_Doe420
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I have for years dreamed that I was back in high school....not like legitimately...i am still the same age, yet I am there like....umm...how do i explain it....like i am there because i just want to sit in on the classes and such...and no one seems to notice that I am not supposed to be there....they think i am a legitimate student...and I just go to classes....i always forget what my class schedule is but i figure scr*w it who cares....and i never get good grades on anything, but since im not even supposed to be there anyway i dont worry about it...then it always gets to the point where its time to graduate and i worry "hmm surely i wont be able to pull this off next year, they are bound to figure it out"...yet every time i have this dream again, i am there and no one seems to mind or notice....

its almost as if it is fun because i can be there but i dont have to worry with grades or attendance...i dunno...it's weird.
Sonny: Do you think we were all created for a purpose? Id like to
think so. [looks at his hand] Denser alloy. My father gave it to
me. I think he wanted me to kill you.
-I Robot -2004
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Mama Shine
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JD,

I have the very same dreams that
you wrote about and have had them
for years. Especially hate the not
knowing my schedule and worrying that
I won't graduate (I did in real life).

Now that you mention it, perhaps I am invisible and my indifference and willy nilly attendance isn't even noticed. If I could convince myself next time I go through the dream and the anxiety of not graduating comes up doesn't matter then I could just kick back and have fun with it. I could go in nekkid or call the teachers "ole lady so and so" or any number of creative things,
that popped into my head. Oh well, it's late and I'm being silly.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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John_Doe420
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HA exactly mama, ezactly! I'd think after so many years of me practicing and rehearsing the art of lucid dreaming that I could as you say about the nekkid and the Ms. So and so, but for some reason with the school dreams I can't...guess it's because ole fort was always extremely kiss butt to the teachers and somewhat fearful of gettin in trouble in school...as much as I laug about that now it's prolly what helped me barely skate by and graduate..

see, ole fort loved to learn he just didn't much care for doing schoolwork, homework, or keepin notes...so while he learned a good bit, he still barely passed...making nice with teacher came in handy.
Sonny: Do you think we were all created for a purpose? Id like to
think so. [looks at his hand] Denser alloy. My father gave it to
me. I think he wanted me to kill you.
-I Robot -2004
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chewy01
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A recurring dream I keep having (and again last night) is being in a house. Not one that I have ever actually lived in. The house has many rooms and levels, and all the walls are painted white. Even the carpeting is white. I am wandering through the house, but I am scared. I feel as though it is "haunted", and I am being watched. Sometimes there are people with me, and sometimes I am alone. When there are other people in the dream, I can never really remember who they are.

I've been having this dream for years.
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animalspirits
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Posted on Wednesday, June 16, 2010 - 10:03 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

chewy,

In most cases, dreaming or having visions of being in a house with numerous rooms is common. Each door and level represents a past life. In the dream you have the ability to open any door and go through it. Then you will remember that past life.

Being scared would indicate a reluctance on the part of your mind/ego to open the door so your soul can teach/show you these past lives. If you open the door based on intuition, then that is talking to your soul directly. In our culture as it is now, relying on your mind/ego is given greater credence than relying on your heart/soul.

To make this shift is going to cause you fear. The fear is coming from the mind/ego as it never will relinquish control over you easily. It takes faith of path on your part. For some, it can take many, many years to accomplish this switch.

We all have guides that are with us during each of our Earth Walks. More than likely, that is where the feeling of 'being watched' is coming from.

Since this dream is recurring, it is important for you to find a way to open the door (whichever one you choose) as it is time to remember what you learned in that particular past life.

As for the people that are with you, you probably know them from past lives. You will remember them if the door you open is part of your shared experiences.

Often times, abductees and contactees have a fear of most anything that is not in their real world where they feel safe.

If you can overcome the fear, you will find out what you evidently need to know to progress on your path at this time.

...use if this helps, otherwise disregard it...no worries.
Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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moonbeam
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Posted on Wednesday, June 16, 2010 - 10:25 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

"For some it can take many many years to accomplish this switch."

AS, and chewy, that is so true. I have been working on fear now for many years, and I still get afraid. It is a natural instinct for us to fear, so I'm always doubting myself and one step forward, two steps back, but, still trying to overcome. I think the meditations are helping me in that area. I feel more in control when I do them and am hoping they will finally help me get past the fear. Do you meditate chewy?
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chewy01
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Moonbeam, I do some meditation, but not with any regularity. Although, recently I have been making a greater effort to have some "alone" time.

AS, you have given me some things to think about. I will have to take them in and turn it over a few times.

In the dream I had last night I was on a lower level when one of the doors opened on it's own. I was standing near it, and when I saw it open it I became very frightened and ran back to the main level. So, I think you might be right about having to explore this, and overcoming the fear.
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sahgwa
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buu
' I'd suspect it was one of those little creatures rather than the literal figures seen in the dream.'
this is very astute
if you havent read castaneda 'art of dreaming' i highly reccomend it for its usefulness and entertainment.
its got parts about inorganic beings that like to inhabit the astral/dream world and use our dreams to get to or communicate to us. if you practice using you attention in dreams you can OBE or as he calls it use the Dreaming Body or Other. but yeah maybe that was some being that was making the show.
i think if you can follow them when they leave you can get to their realm which tends to be a spongy cavey place riddled with chambers like a cave. Its talked about in so many 'belief systems' i think if it didn't have reality on its own before it does now.
Kenneth grant the occultist calls it the tunnels of set. Castaneda calls it the simply the Inorganic Beings Realm. Old shamans simply call it the tunnels, which they reached through the roots of old trees.
Either way very interesting possibilities :-)
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man in
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Posted on Thursday, June 17, 2010 - 7:13 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Castenada's teacher informed him that the inorganic beings world will trap you. Not sure if it's a good thing to recommend people to pursue it.
I love Castenada's books, but from all accounts he was one weird dude. I think he failed his task, though I shouldn't be the one to judge him. Just from the accounts I've heard of those who knew him, I think he lost the path.
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Mama Shine
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I agree about Castaneda, man in. I read all his books and towards the end got that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he had lost it. I felt stupid when I first began his books because I didn't "get" some of it but I plowed on thinking maybe a part of me did. Indeed he was a strange one and I wouldn't recommend messing with the inorganic beings willy nilly. I'm not talking him down...wouldn't want to be on his wrong side being as I may run in to him "between the worlds"....
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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On The Tibetan Book of the Dead

"When a man learns to see, not a single thing he knows prevails. Not a single one.
Perhaps the Tibetans really see," Don Juan went on, "in which case they must have realized that what they see makes no sense at all and they wrote that bunch of crap because it doesn't make any difference to them; in which case what they wrote is not crap at all."

- A Separate Reality by Carlos Castaneda

That wisdom cuts both ways, Carlos.
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animalspirits
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Drugs, ego, and sex did Castaneda in. He was doing it with too many of his followers and the drugs took their toll.

If one uses the same drugs as Indigenous people, then one must respect the way in which they are used.

Cults form in the oddest of ways and often one can write a good first book and lose the way shortly after especially if that person begins to believe they are beyond what the old ones taught them.


Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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sahgwa
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i think all of his books have some usefulness but i agree as a person he had some faults that got worse. but dont we all? that doesnt mean his teachings are invalid :-) and while pursuing these beings may be dangerous it doesnt mean you will necessarily come to harm.
plus if we only did what was safe we would still be stuck in non evolved land. ^^
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animalspirits
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I tried to read his first book when it was first published. I got a few chapters into it and said to myself, "This guy has ripped off teachings he was trusted with and has gone out to make a name for himself among the hippies."

Put the book down and never touched anymore of his stuff. Too much fear and having to do things his way. Bad energy.
Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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sahgwa
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just because someone is out to make a name for themselves doesnt mean they dont deserve to be heard. we all have to feed ourselves :-) plus i bet if you tried to read it now you would learn from it.
happens all the times with books you dont read at first. its like the time wasnt right.
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animalspirits
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sahgwa,

Not hardly. The book stands on its on as written...no matter when it is read.

In fact, it is less relevant now.

It is fine to feed oneself, but not at the expense of any sacred knowledge that is misused to make one look better than they are. In the end, karma bit him in the rear.

He could have gotten a job and then worked with people that wanted to work with him.

I knew alot of disillusioned people that really felt betrayed by this man.

You cannot mix sex and spiritual teaching...if you have set yourself up as a teacher. The two NEVER mix well. I have seen that happen far to often with Indians who set themselves up as shamans only to take advantage of the females following them.

If you feel they speak to you, then read them.

It doesn't matter to me. It will just prolong that which you soul can help you with and the knowledge you need to remember. Drugs do not help with that. Doing drugs usually produces fear of certain things and prevents one from expanding their soul as they are ready to.
Understand that all things are sacred--yet nothing is sacred.

~Yotee Coyote
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sahgwa
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i agree that drugs are not a good idea.
i just don't like outright neglect of the possibility of learning . in other words i like to give everyone a chance before i condemn them.
but i understand what you are saying :-)
i think people put teachers up on too high of a pedestal though no matter who they are.
we are all just human beings and we all have weaknesses and egos to overcome. but just because we haven't become so called enlightened masters doesn't mean we don't have something useful to say.
my two cents .take care and i hope your doggies are doing better.
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Posted on Friday, June 18, 2010 - 2:35 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

"but just because we haven't become so called enlightened masters doesn't mean we don't have something useful to say."


I agree wholeheartedly.

Nevertheless, I also agree with some of what AS has said.

Personally, I believe (and so do many others I have read about) that there never was a "Don Juan", as described, as one personality, one "person".

Nevertheless, the first few books had information that opened my mind to other possibilities.

After A Seperate Reality, I lost interest, because his books took a different turn. They lost their integrity. It became obvious, to me, after that point, that he was writing fiction, even if he DID impart interesting concepts.

OOPS.


This thread has run off the rails again!


"In the end, only kindness matters."
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man in
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I don't really want to judge Castenada. As a matter of fact I feel indebted to him for the material he presented in his books, especially Tales of Power.

Fiction or not, over the last 40 years, doors have opened and I've found that Castenada was right about many things. I think he did have an informer or informers. He or they teased him about lecturing and the fame he received for writing his books. They thought that was a trap as well, better to be detached. Carlos simply knew too much and I don't think he was that smart.

This all goes back to a sort of war between ones soul and spirit, let's call it the little angel and devil that try to influence us (or cartoon characters where it is most often illustrated). When Don Juan told him to "follow a path with heart" he was referring to following the path of spirit. For all the talk about soul (centered in the brain) the head can be very misleading. Personal gain, selfishness, those are the goals the soul follows if not tempered by spirit.

I think Carlos did not follow his teachers' suggestion. He lost his path. But it is really not for me to say, and I wish him well.

And I don't want to get into an arguement, but you all speak of drugs being bad, I couldn't disagree with you more. Of course there are drugs and there are drugs. I do not even consider hallucinagins drugs, they are something else. LSD and mushrooms played a big part in my own spiritual quest. There are indigenous people in the Amazon forest who ingest strong tabacco or ayahuasca on a daily basis. They are not crazy. It helps them to survive in a very hostile environment. There are unstable people who should steer clear of them, however.The problem with drugs, as I see it, is a problem with the western mindset. Certainly abuse of cocaine, heroin, perscription drugs can have negative effects on the body and the mind. One of the things that bothered me about Castenada was his fear of hallucinagens. It can certainly be a frightful experience, but there is nearly always a lesson, at least for me. I would qualify this by saying that nearly all my experiences were 25-40 years ago. I would also have to say that only about 10% of the people I was around seem to "get or make use of" the altered experience, to most it was a fun recreation with great colors. I saw UFO's and was visited by gods. I relived past lives. I died. I think perhaps the greatest benefit of hallucinagens is the practice of dying and as Don Juan would say, "accepting death as a teacher".
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man in
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=037uSAIahho&feature=related
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man in
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcizJ8qWrdw
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man in
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And getting back to the topic of dreams, psychedelics facilitated my dreaming big time. Especially back when I was doing them so much. Everynight when I went to bed I dreamed in Epic proportions.
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Victoria
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What would we all do without the word

OOPS!

in our vocabulary?
Eschew Obfuscation
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sahgwa
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as my third eye opens more and i feel myself more receptive to visions or astral journeys im finding i am dreaming less and when i do it seems they are shorter or not as cool as they used to be.
kind of sad. but also nice because i can do other fun things.
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Mama Shine
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man,

Funny...I posted this version about 3 or 4 weeks ago.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpYYJgvgDmo

I don't think a little aside yakking on
a thread is harmful. I don't post lots of my dreams cause they are too personal or "far out". Usually when I post..its impromptu and I don't realize I've done it. I hate rules..long as folks are talking nice to one another...wtf.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~William Blake

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Buddie
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I had an EYE in my face
in my teens..it was in
my forehead but looked
at me..How I told that
thing to F**K Off so I
could sleep