Thread: Dreams

Originally Posted by HNSB

I've been having a lot of dreams lately about being a hitman and murdering people, then trying to figure out where to dump the bodies to avoid the cops.

Wanna come over for some honing lessons?

Sure!!!!!

I dreamt once, that I was in fuedal Japan. I was a Ninja who was caught out in the open by a Samurai on horse back. He had spotted me, and there was nowhere to run or hide. So I drew my sword and took up a ready position as the Samurai charged me down on his horse. He had his sword drawn and I was ready to parry his cut, and slash to cripple his horse as it passed. Just at the last minute the Samurai reversed his sword, throwing me off balance as my parry blocked empty air, and hit me with his sword pommel. I don't remember what happened after that, as it all went black, however when I woke up and eventually saw myself in the mirror, I had an oval shaped bruise over my right eye.

I'll tell you another when I have more time.

Mick

I have the weirdest dreams every time I sleep after a night shift. I can swear David Lynch is directing them.

Everybody has dreams. Most higher animals do. it's just that you don't remember them. It's the ones you have a the end of the sleep cycle you remember.

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When I was 10 or 11 I was determined to record my dreams. I kept a notebook beside my bed and upon waking would pick up a pencil and wait for the images to be recalled. Eventually, my dreams became lucid where I could tell I was dreaming while dreaming. I then began experimenting with controlling the dream, something called super lucidity. It had its limitations, but was still fun. Eventually, whenever a dream sequence finished my body would wake itself up to allow me to record the dream. This started happening several times per night and I was not getting my rest so I had to abandon the practice. Since then it is rare that I remember what I have dreamt.

But ...

Once, some years ago a young boy whom I somehow knew to be an unborn son asked me why I didn't want him. I tried to explain that I did, but that we were childless because it wasn't my decision alone.

Here is my actual son in a recent self portrait.

Originally Posted by HNSB

I've been having a lot of dreams lately about being a hitman and murdering people, then trying to figure out where to dump the bodies to avoid the cops.

Wanna come over for some honing lessons?

You're not on Zyban or any of the other quit smoking drugs are you? When I first started on Zyban I had some absolutely insane dreams about killing complete strangers. Really vivid too. One night I was walking through a shopping mall with a huge machete hacking up random people I didn't even know. Not long after that I decided that maybe smoking wasn't that bad after all.

Last night, I was deployed to the Middle East with my wife (no she's never been in the military). I was sent on a mission to find key Al Queda targets and she came along. We had just left base when she insisted we stop at a roadside market. I told her not to go crazy because we were tight on money. She bought a star fruit and a Hard Rock Riyadh t-shirt for $237. She paid for it with a credit card I didn't know she had. I pondered the inequities of a world where she could have a credit card in her name that I would ultimately pay for and wondered how the hell a small piece of fruit and a stupid t-shirt could possibly cost $237.

This is a dream I wrote down (many years ago now) right after I woke up. It was one of my strangest.


A DREAM

Last night I had a dream, and in that dream I had a vision. A vision in which I saw my self and my soul as two separate entities. My self in all its ugliness and horror, looked more mythical beast than human.
Facing my self, was my soul, in all her glory and radiance.
But the beast that was flesh only knew that someone blocked his path, and this brought about rage and fury in its most basic and violent form and instead of recognising and welcoming her, he lunged and tried to grasp and kill her.
My soul not comprehending the rage directed at her, but knowing that the only real thing that could harm her, stood before her, floated from harms way.
At this point a Third and higher Self appeared, and through his eyes I watched the events unfolding beneath me amongst the rubble that was to be the battleground between my flesh and soul.
This higher Self seemed totally devoid of emotion for what was happening beneath him and at the same time emanated a love that was as discernible as a luminescent white fog. More living thing in its own right than an emotion from another being.
During the moments as I watched from above, I knew that for there to be an end to this battle, soul had to defeat flesh without inflicting harm.
At this point I was spun upwards out of my higher Self and found myself watching from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
And a knowledge of all things great and small, were like seeds of ideas in a great cavern containing everything and nothing.
As I watched the scene below I saw my three forms join and merge as one...Spinning down...And from my new beings eyes I saw the world as it truly could be, in all its radiance and beauty.
With the joy of flesh and its five senses, with my emotions tempered by soul and with unending love from my link with God and the knowledge that that being gave me, I set out to make it so.


Mick

And I only dream about renegade lawnmowers at church.

I wish I had more time to sleep because I really do look forward to dreams and I will begin dreaming as soon as I hit the pillow.

The strangest dream I ever had was the time that I was dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming. I would wake up, get out of bed and begin my day then something really bizzar would occur causing me to realize that I was just dreaming so I would wake up, get out of bed and begin my day then something really bizzar would occur causing me realize that I was just dreaming so I would wake up, etc, etc.

Ever since I have often wondered if I could still be dreaming. How would I know? I rarely seem to get more than 4 hours of sleep anymore, but yet I never seem to feel deprived. When I eat I am not really hungry, but I know I must eat to survive and I really enjoy eating anyway. I force myself to drink water when I am not thirsty, yet I am told I don't drink enough water. People, places and things which I have seen in my dreams I have later seen in real life...or am I still dreaming?

This experience has had a profound effect on my life to where nothing really surprises me at all anymore, so if I am dreaming then what could ever cause me to realize this? And even if I was to finally wake up, how long before I realize that I was still dreaming?