Dreams.

08:01 AMWarning: The following may contain some cuss words...i forgot if i put anny in there, i wrote this a lil bit ago:

I am makeing this thread to discuss the mystery of dreams, or to pust dreams you have had that were out of the ordinary, here is one dream i had a couple weeks back:

This happend a couple weeks ago, so sorry if its a lil hard to remember:

It starts out im in an apartment with my mom, and i wake up, and i grab my cigs and im hey mom, gonna go have a smoke, so i walk outside the apartments, and im walking around the apartments smokeing a cigarette, and i get done so i walk back up the stairs and i glance at the apartment diagonal from us, and i remembered that that apartment was weird, cause some guy lived there, and he had an insane girlfriend, and we hadnt seen either in a long time, so i walk in my apartment, and the couch is gone, im like wtf, so im like hey mom, wheres the couch and shes like, toda is the day the new one comes, so im like cool, so i hear some banging downstairs, and i look out the door and the movers are coming with the new couch, and i glance over at the apartment where the guy and his crazy girlfriend live and i see her standing there stareing at me...so im like wtf...so im like "Hi, how are you?" and shes like, "Im find, can you come talk to me" so im like, uhhh okay, so i walk in her apartment, and then like the scene cuts and im in her bedroom sitting on her bed talking to her, and shes telling me all this insane s**t, and its totally freaking me out, so im thinking i need to get out of here, so i realize, that her window leads to the room, and the way the apartments are built, on the room, its fenced all around the sides and there a jacuzi on the room and its like a big belcony, well here part of the roof like like 2-3 feet lower than the actual top part, so im like, "Hey i gotta go!" and i walk out the window, so i go to climb the 2-3 ft ledge to get to the top of the room and as i climb up, she runs out of the window enraged with a cutting board and starts hitting me in the back really hard with it, im like WTF...she had this screaming coming form her that made her sound like some type of evil spirit...so i climb faster, and i get to the top and run, and she follows me, so im running not looking back, then i glance back, and i she has some how turned into this lil girl, looked like she was 12, and she looked like a pure demon, her eyes burning red, and she had a huge cutting knife in her hand, so im running for the jacuzzi, and i jump over it, and she jumps after me, and i spin around and i like kick her, and she falls in...so i land, and shes like screaming cause she cant swim....so i look at these old people, and im like some one save her...she cant swim (cause no matter what she was doing, i didnt want to see her drown, dotn ask me why, thats just me) so, the old people were like "Whats wrong with you?!" "Why did you knock her in" and i try to say, "She was chaseing me with a knife" but before i could get it out, i look and shes running streight at me, with the knife, and right before she stabs me i wake up, in a complete cold sweat, and i literally jump outta bed, and the for some odd rason i have this burning feeling in my back, i walked over to the mirrio in the bathroom and i had like 4 red marks on my back where she had hit me with the cutting board in the dream....

That s**t literally scared the life outta me...i couldnt go back to sleep for 8 hrs...and i was madd paranoid.

-John

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[This message has been edited by GOD (edited 09-13-2001).] reg

08:03 AMIve also heard that if you were too die in a dream, you would die in real life...is this true? I do not know, but im sure some one on this board does...but there is one thing i did notice, ive never actually died in anny of my dreams, ive fallin off buildings and what not, but i always wake up before i hit the ground, or something happens from stopping me from hitting the ground.

-John

08:23 AMWhy did I feel like I was rapping that post as I read it?

Mike reg

08:29 AMMikes rapping...wake and bake? <g>

-John

08:46 AMOh by the way...About 3 years ago I worked at a restaurant...and this real fat girl named Amanda was like really depressed and she said she tried committing suicide in the past....and daily I would encourage her to keep trying, and make fun of her weight problem, and how gross she was. My friends used to tell her I liked her, and she believed them, and I'd continue to harrass her. We used to steal her dad's beer cause she'd have a small party, and everyoen woudl go there, and trash the place. Her dad was also a pharmacist, and since Amanda had bad knee problems, there was always pain killers falling out of the cabinets. Anyway this relates to dreams BECAUSE, she told me on several times she would dream of being at her funeral WHILE she was dead, but never actually experienced the death.

I however within the last year had a pretty disturbing dream. I forget the beginning but the parts I remember are being involved in a struggle with a man on the roof of a skyscraper. I was forced to the edge of the buildling, and the man demanded that I roll over, or he would push me over. Well I rolled over. I remember distincly the feeling of falling many many stories, but unlike past falling dreams, this one I landed with impact. Amazingly I stood up from the fall and walked a bit down the sidewalk because two of my three half sisters were calling for me, I momentarily looked back over my shoulder, and my body was there, crushed from the impact..organs, blood on the street. That was the point at which I woke up.

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[This message has been edited by Zanagodly (edited 09-13-2001).] reg

10:26 AMI have died many times before in my dreams, yet still I live... or do I?

Anyone remember the movie called "Ghoulies"? When I was lil kid that movie fascinated me. I was never scared of it when I watched it, but at night sometimes, I would dream about being one of the people at that fair. Unfortunately, I had a bad habit of getting caught by the ghoulies, and being eaten. I never woke up during those dreams, but I kept coming back to life as someone else and getting killed again... nothing is more freaky than dyin a thousand deaths.

Also, not so much anymore, but when I was younger I used to have short, partial dreams that pieced into my real life from time to time. I hated those because they always made me wonder how the dream ended once I realized that I was living something from my dreams.I still have those dreams, but rarely, and when I do find myself with a sense of deja vu born of it, I long ago ceased to give them much thought.

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12:48 PMI once had a dream that I wish I never have anything of the such again. I actually now try not to dream when I go to bed now. Not too many believe me about this, and I do not ask that any of you do. Whether you think it is fictional or not but I did dream of the future. This dream happened 2 weaks or so before the situation actually occurred.

The dreams start out with me just sitting in the lobby. I do not quite know where I am at but it is kinda of quick moving place which I become slightly disturbed. I can't quite keep up with everyone. Then I notice my brother sitting across from me on this marroon couch. He is just being quite playin with his toys. Time just kinda goes by. Then a gentlemen walks up to me. I did not recognize him at first. Then I realized that it was my friend Justin Alexanders dad. He was in a blue outfit and was carrying something that I just did not pay too much attention too. Alls he said to me was "Does not look good." My heart had dropped. I had no clue what he was talkin about or any idea what was going on. Then my mother came out with my father. She had a klenex in her hand and my dad was holding her. She was crying extremely badly. This was the end of my dream.

Well within the two weeks of my dream I had a deja vu of going to the Toledo Clinic. Though things were different in a sense. My brother was doing the same thing. Mr. Alexander did come up to me and he just had common talk with me. He was in normal clothes although he worked as a janitor there. I think that is why I picture him in my dream in blue because that is what I think of a janitor always wearing. My mother did come out crying with my father holding her. I found out later in the day she had cancer. The dream though confuses me because of the fact that when Mr. Alexander said "Doesn't look good" because my mom's cancer was very treatable and she is very fine today. Perhaps I was just paranoid or just perhaps we were lucky. Take this as you want...but since we're on dreams perhaps I could share an expierence of mine.

Lord Deprav reg

05:10 PMMy sister says I have problems because most of my dreams are of my past, not of tragedy's or anything, just normal everyday stuff. She says I have alot of resentment or something, although lately I been havin really wierd dreams instead of my recurring ones, anyone else dream of their past like that? I always thought it was pretty normal.

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05:58 AMWell... here is another one for you. I used to have a recurring dream based from my early childhood, but only remember it from my early teenage years.

I used to have a dream where I would be sitting in my house, don't remember details, and I'd be doing stuff and my parents were walking around doing stuff. Then I'd find myself out in the front yard at night time, and I saw lights. Reappearing in the house once more I would still be sitting where I was before, still just be doing whatever lil stuff that wasn't important to me in the dream. Then I remember that green people would come into the house, they looked like people anyhow. And I remember them runnin into my parents' room and closing the door while both mother and father were in there. I would scream out for them, but I never could understand what I was saying. And then they would walk out of their room, but they were now green too... and then I noticed that my mom had one too many breasts. At this point I start calling all the green things aliens. Well, after that I only recall trying to get away and screaming out for my mom and dad.

In high school one day, we had a substitute who was also a professional dream analyst. I asked him about it, and his opinion was that it may have been a twisted memory of my infancy. He said the aliens could have been simply people I did not know, and by my parents becoming aliens, it suggested that maybe they had left me in the care of the strangers. So, if he is correct in his analysis... my dream is nothing more than a twisted perspective of the first time I ever had a baby-sitter.

Funny how dreams work.

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06:11 AMMy dream:

I'm with my parents, walking through what I understand now to be a local state park. We come across a square brick building with no windows. I open the door and walk through, despite my parents' objections.

Instead of being inside a building, I'm now in another place, with fields and meadows, and no building with a door to get back home. There's a young boy my own age (no matter when I had this dream, the boy was always whatever age I was), wearing a tunic and tights, standing on the crest of the hill running toward me.

The scene shifts to the village at the bottom of the meadow, and the boy is helping me get adjusted to my new life. I want to go home, but I'm intrigued by this new world. Everyone is wearing medieval clothing, speaking in British accents. There are no cars, but there are horses. I don't notice any signs of modern technology.

The scene shifts again, and I'm wearing playclothes more appropriate of medieval times. A dress with an underdress, floor-length, a brown wool cloak that sweeps the ground, and some kind of thing on my head. Never did get the detail of what it was, I only remembered that my hair was covered. In this scene I am just living, going on about my day, churning butter in a yard.

Scene shifts again, and I"m back on the meadow. It's snowing, and I hear the sound of my mother calling for me but I can't see her. I call out for her, and the brick building appears. The boy is now standing next to me, warning me that I need to get back to my chores. The door to the brick building opens and my mother's hand extends from the opening, and she's calling for me. I think she's crying but I can't see her face.

I look down toward the village, then to the door of the building, and then I wake up.

I had this dream almost weekly from the time I was 7 years old til I turned 14. It ended the same way every time, and it's the only dream I can remember out of all the dreams I've ever had in my life.

Edited to add this: my dream was always in color, which I think I've heard is very unusual.

[This message has been edited by Desharei (edited 09-14-2001).] reg

06:17 AMCurious if anyone else has had this similiar situation occur to them.

I'd say about 10 months ago this was happening to me, happened about 3 or 4 times in a month, and hasn't happened to me since.

I'd be in a early stage of sleep, just after going to bed. I'd wake up, but...I wouldn't really wake up. It was if my whole body was awake, but my eyelids and my brain were still in a state of rest, and this literally caused panic, but about 10 seconds later I'd snap out of it. It was the most awkward sensation I've ever experienced. Physically not being able to open your eyes for no apparent reason seemed eery. When I would tell people about it they woudl be like.."uh you are messed up." but it hasnt happaned in awhile reg

06:23 AMHappens to me all the time Zanagan. Your mind wakes up before your body does. I'd lay odds that everyone has this but the initial state of wakefullness prevents them from acknowledging it.

Instead of "deciding" to be afraid of it and panicking, try "deciding" instead to consider it a momentary gift of physical relaxation while your mind gears up for the day.

R
reg

08:07 AMYOu have no idea how glad I am to hear a legitimate explanation for this. And I'm not the only one who has experienced it. I had never heard of this before I went through it, so i was pretty freaked out. thanks

Mike

Zanagan reg

01:43 PMYou know what the weirdest stuff that happens to me is....ill be sleeping...and something will happen, and i'll wake up...but when i wake up, my whole body is imobile...like i cant move my arms, legs, open my eyes or annything....it last for about 15 seconds, really freaky, then i usually fall back asleep, and wake up about 5 minutes after that...but it scares the hell out of me not to be able to move anny part of my body.

-John

02:58 AMThere was a book published about vampires. I'ts a very nice book titled 'Vampires: The occult truth'. Basically, its a study on modern day 'vampirism' along with the past. If you believe in that sort of stuff. Me, Im not too sure, i've heard strange things and know anything is possible, and after reading this section i believe. Makes me a bit eerie when I walk past that graveyard on the way home from my gf's every night now...

Years ago when I was a child, I was upstate with my parents. I always hated the bugs there, specially the moths and big bees and stuff, always had a fear of them. bugs.. creepy.. yuck. So.. im asleep.. in my lil bed with my lil blanket with the picture of a deer on it.. and All of a sudden I have a nightmare. I dream of a mass of giant moths and bee's attacking me in a white room. Finally I see this one large moth come at me.... Im awakened. I feel as if im being held in my bed, unable to move any part of my body. Unable to speak, able to breathe barely. I open my mouth, feel weak and drained, nothing escapes. Finally I manage to sit up, and wihtin 2 minutes the ability to speak comes back and i pretty much run to my mother ::snicker::. But the point of this story is. Theres a thing rumored to exist called 'psychic vampires' They're astral projections ofa person. They steal your life energy. People can do it iwthout knowing it. In fact, one man rumored it to have happened just with some chick he knew. She was sick, and I guess needed it to keep her alive. Anyways. They say it starts with a nightmare, you awake, and feel a heavy weight on yer chest, and feel drained, and paralyzed, unable to talk. Thats exactly how I felt. I didn't see anything when I woke though. People report that they have seen tendril like things floating near them.. Or one even saw purple tendrils around the person. But.. heh, that freaked me out, never had that happen to me since then and ive had plenty of worse nightmares.

Comments.. suggestions.. directions to the crazyhouse?
reg

03:40 AM

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Originally posted by Zanagodly:
Curious if anyone else has had this similiar situation occur to them.
I'd say about 10 months ago this was happening to me, happened about 3 or 4 times in a month, and hasn't happened to me since.
I'd be in a early stage of sleep, just after going to bed. I'd wake up, but...I wouldn't really wake up. It was if my whole body was awake, but my eyelids and my brain were still in a state of rest, and this literally caused panic, but about 10 seconds later I'd snap out of it. It was the most awkward sensation I've ever experienced. Physically not being able to open your eyes for no apparent reason seemed eery. When I would tell people about it they woudl be like.."uh you are messed up." but it hasnt happaned in awhile

Sleep paralysis really sucks, there are different variants of it as well, at one point I almost went insane because in my dream my computer was emmenating electricity and I got stuck to it. Then I was stuck in weird sleep paralysis shock phase where my body was jerking ugh, I hate it.

Is anyone else able to perform lucid dreaming techniques?

Grhim's player,

Chris
reg

08:52 AMAstral projections? Hahah, do you even know what 'astral' means? In case you haven't figured out, people make up stories to explain phenomena such as sleep paralysis. There is not such thing as ghosts, psychics, esp, heaven, hell, blah. People just look for answers no matter how outlandish because most of us are too insecure with the fact that we ultimately are nothing, and will return to nothing.

Sonic reg

09:30 AMOr they're *so* sure of themselves (or sure of being nothing)that they can't believe in outlandish things like ghosts, psychics, esp, heaven, hell, etc.

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11:34 AMOf course there's the school of thought that explains how some people refuse to accept the fact that there is something greater than themselves, and therefore discount ideas such as psychic phenomenon as horsepucky because they're afraid it might be true.

God forbid something is more important than those poor slobs who believe that the world revolves around them.
reg

11:40 AMYou guys can sit around and play with your Oujia boards all day for all I care, the fact remains that all those things I mentioned are about as likely to exist as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. They have just as much factual proof as everything else. You can sit here and call me conceited or close minded, no one aside from yourselves will consider it worth the characters it took to write. I've yet to see Roberta put up a logical argument and win thus far into her 200+ posting career. I don't expect this to be any differet, but go ahead and try me.

Sonic reg

04:42 PMIts so funny what people say does and does not exist.

However if somone is stubborn enough you can't convince them that certain things "will" happen, or that certain things "do" exist.

All I have to say is prove to me that I do infact exist. And when you tell me your reasons as to why I exist, then I can ask you what it means to exist, and how is existance determined. And no matter how hard anyone tries I can continue down a logical argumentative path untill the person gives up arguing because they know they can't win.

So its pointless to even post posts like the above ones because it boils down to a yes it is, no it isn't argument that certain folks here like to take.

And no I can't prove to you that anything exists if you are already unwilling to believe it and I personally will not waste my time or my breath on people like that.

Let people believe what they want to, and let them talk with others who share the same opinion.

I am sure that we can find many things everyone "believes" in and many thousands of people can poke fun and holes in their reasons. If you don't agree with someting is it really that hard not to click the respond button and write condensending posts about people and waste both my time and my bandwidth not to mention your time and everyone elses time?

I don't think this topic was a "debate" topic, I think it was a topic of information and weather you believe in it or not doesn't really matter.

Buckwheet

Who in his sleep with give you loads of information(credit card number, SSN, bank account numbers etc) but never remember the conversation the next morning and sometimes not beable to give you the same information from memory. reg

04:46 PM

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Originally posted by Alfador -
You guys can sit around and play with your Oujia boards all day for all I care, the fact remains that all those things I mentioned are about as likely to exist as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. They have just as much factual proof as everything else.

I will say this... you are bent on "facts" yet there are no facts to prove that God, ghosts, psychic phenomena, and other such things do not exist.

People are allowed to believe in what they wish, as are you. Do not waste your breath telling others that they are wrong, when that in and of itself makes you wrong.

And here I sit with my Tarot, and my magicks, so say what ye will.

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05:26 PMIf you want something to be accepted, the burden of proof is on you. By your argument you hold it just as likely that I am your god because you have nothing proving I am not. For stuff to be considered reasonably possible there must be some sort of perceptible proof. I have perceived none.

Sonic reg

06:21 PMWhich is to only say you have not percieved one.

Countless other possibly have.

I think I mentioned that its all in the eye of the beholder. Just because you fail to see something doesn't mean someone else doesn't.

Buckwheet reg

07:06 PM

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Originally posted by Alfador:
If you want something to be accepted, the burden of proof is on you.

Then where is your proof that God does not exist? If you want others to accept that their is no god, then give your proof as you would demand of us to prove existence unto you.

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By your argument you hold it just as likely that I am your god because you have nothing proving I am not.

You are not my god because I do not believe you to be, and never will. It is all about belief, not proof.

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For stuff to be considered reasonably possible there must be some sort of perceptible proof. I have perceived none.

This is your opinion, others may believe that there is viable proof. Others may simply believe because they want something to believe in.

Point being, as inclined before, it all boils down to your opinion, and it should stay just that... your opinion. Do not try to force others to your way of thinking by tossing out stuff about how stupid or insecure people are because of their beliefs.

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[This message has been edited by Caels (edited 09-19-2001).] reg

12:02 AM

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Originally posted by Caels:
Point being, as inclined before, it all boils down to your opinion, and it should stay just that... [b]your opinion. Do not try to force others to your way of thinking by tossing out stuff about how stupid or insecure people are because of their beliefs.
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Of course it is his opinion. That is fundemental in regards to this forum. You don't need to post IMHO every single time you post something. All of this is opinion. It would be redundant to continually state it was otherwise.

Facts are merely perceptions of what people see or hear. Truth is fleeting at best and is highly dependant on the circumstances and timing.

(All the above are opinions and if you are so highly moved to think they are anything but then the author is communicating his opinions rather well)

Point of view.

Darren H. reg

02:03 AMTime for another segment of "Finding genius where you'd least expect it"

Anybody remember the Lion King? (stupid question).

remember the part where the boar, the cat, and the lion are laying down looking at the sky and each giving their opinions about what the white glowing things actually are.

Perfect analogy to this discussion.

Think about it...

'lood
reg

02:29 AMQuestion: What makes these boards excellent?

Answer: The ability to post your opinion as you fit. reg

09:53 AMAside from the time continuum flaw in 12 Monkeys, it was a brilliant movie. Anyone else appreciate it as much as I did?

Sonic

P.S. Buckwheet, Caels, I'm going to stop arguing with you both because I don't feel like going back and forth with semantics all day long. We obviously have differences in the way we define 'proof' and 'truth.' So, whatever. reg

02:15 PM12 monkeys is a great movie, I own it.

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