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fell over in a room filled with broken glass. why can you feel pain in dreams?
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Feb 28, 2015 07:32
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Eh! Frank posted:In regular dreams, I'm usually able to read just fine, but if I try to read something in a lucid dream, it's just a string of random words. Probably because in a non-lucid dream you aren't actually reading the text, the brain is telling you what it says. When it becomes lucid it becomes clear that the brain can't write meaningful text when working with just the unconscious, automated parts. I guess.
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Feb 28, 2015 07:52
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The dream itself isn't weird, its the way it happened that is and if anyone knows a name for this phenomenon please let me know. First the dream: I'm on a field trip with some friends and classmates. Turns out the place we end up is a vampire coven and they kill most of my classmates except my best friend whom they are slowly boiling alive in blood. They want me to join them by drinking from the blood, but I manage to get away and end up running along the docks trying to keep them from following. Eventually I try to get back to rescue my friend. The weird: This dream was the only one I had for several years. It happened like watching a movie from the beginning each time, and each time I got a bit farther along in the story before waking up. It was the same every time. I have had a few moments of lucidity here and there and its always been to say 'drat this dream again?!'.
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Feb 28, 2015 08:12
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Just had a weird one, thought it was real. A truck carrying expensive flatscreen TVs broke down in front of our building and for some reason I felt compelled to go out and steal a TV; as did like 4 or 5 other people. The driver couldn't catch all of us, and I got away. Realized I had no place to stash the TV so I randomly gave it to 2 random ladies and acted like I found it and totally didn't steal it at all. They didn't really buy it and I got out of there, ended up in some maze like building and when I finally got to my room I was being summoned before some Colonel and other high ranking military members to answer for my crime. I denied everything, but it seemed like every time I had a plausible excuse or argument, something would randomly get pointed out that didn't make sense before. Like, I was wearing flip flops when I stole it/ran away, but when I was being questioned I was wearing boots with mud on them all of a sudden. Ended up getting outright accused and woke up confused that I was in bed and not being hauled off to jail.
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Feb 28, 2015 15:07
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Here's a doozy of one I had this morning: I'm in a van on the way to something. The vibe is School Trip, but I don't realize until we get there that it's some sort of Gaming Convention. Not modern gaming, but the kind of Gaming Themed Thing from the early 90s when people didn't know how to design Gaming Stuff. We're all shuffled into a huge theather, and getting to my seat is hard because there's a ton of people with huge backpacks. Before any movie happens, we have a small seminar by some random guy that, in-dream, I think was Devin Faraci. He's doing a spiel about how in order to look more appropriate in your community. you shouldn't walk around with all your Gaming Stuff in a backpack "three sizes too small". Someone in the audience says something along the lines of 'Well, I need all of this stuff!', to which he replies 'No you don't!" Then the movie starts. It's obviously gaming-themed; people are randomly cheering at the opening scene-setting stuff whenever some gaming property passes through the scene. There's even a gross/disgusting tribute to Robin Williams in it (his body fused with some sort of concrete wall) that causes a lot of cheers. At this point I'm  over this movie, and I climb over seats/bags to leave. The back of the theater has transformed into the kitchen from the house I grew up in. I make small talk with two old ladies presumably making all the food for the theater patrons ("It's amazing how you can get to everything when you grew up here, eh?") as I get some food and leave.I find a yellow scooter/bike and, taking a left turn, I find a tent full of people playing Warhammer 40k. I'm invited in, but after having a discussion with the Main Guy (he thought the Humans were the Good Guys, I brought up that nobody in 40k is the Good Guys), I leave. I guess some time passes and I come back and half of the folks in the tent are gone. The Main Guy ruefully tells me I 'infected' his people and most left. Driving on (oddly enough, from the inital point outside the theater), I turn right and somehow find myself in a semi-sterotypical high school setting. As the doors open in front of me, I hear the voice of a friend of mine from college, and with doors opening in front of me and the ground shifting, I ask if this is some sort of Harry Potter exhibition. No, he tells me, it's a Dungeons and Dragons exhibition. We keep walking down the hall (ground shifting and doors opening) when it becomes obvious it's not a D&D thing, but a The Shining thing. At this point my alarm goes off.
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Feb 28, 2015 18:30
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BioEnchanted posted:Probably because in a non-lucid dream you aren't actually reading the text, the brain is telling you what it says. When it becomes lucid it becomes clear that the brain can't write meaningful text when working with just the unconscious, automated parts. I guess. That's been my experience. Most of the time I'm not actually reading, just having my brain fill in for me that "this is a piece of paper that says X." The three instances I mentioned stood out because they involved actual characters being displayed that I was then able to parse normally.
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Feb 28, 2015 21:01
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Hell, why not. I had awful sleep last night. I dreamt I was volunteering with a sweet old lady who lives in an old house. I was going through her garden, and then I realized it's full of snakes. A snake bit me, and i dropped my phone so I couldn't call anyone for help. I was running home, feeling my arm going numb from the venom, and then I came home and told my husband we must go to the hospital. He then told me something's wrong with my ear, and turned me towards a mirror, and I saw my upper ear has a huge tear. I woke up scared shitless, and I have no idea why. I don't have much nightmares, just strange dreams since I'm on SSRIs
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Mar 1, 2015 13:30
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I had a dream that they made a movie adaptation of the old board game Survive!, starring Angelina Jolie. It was actually pretty bad-rear end.
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Mar 1, 2015 20:21
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I can semi-lucid dream. Although I don't usually try and change things too much. Kind of ruins the fun for me. Although I have woken myself up from nightmares before when I did not want to deal with that poo poo anymore. The first time I remember doing it, was during a nightmare where I was getting telepathically raped by a lesbian. She was just starting at me from this store front and doing it. I was screaming at her to stop and when she would not I just woke myself up thinking, "Okay if that is how you are going to be...I am going to make your rear end non-existent!" Then I woke up, and went back to sleep. Most of my dreams are pretty strange although I have a hard time remembering them. The three that stick out the most in my mind were. . . 1. Wandering this grey scale landscape and ending up in a nearly empty parking lot where this was this bright red and white open aired tent was flapping in the breeze. There were some tables set up and people were eating pizza made and served by Chris Jericho the wrestler. I think I woke up before having any. 2. Following Tony Soprano, the character not the actor, across rooftops and passing by empty swimming pools also on top of said roofs. I was just trying to figure out where he was going. Didn't talk to him, just followed along quietly. 3. Attending a County fair and going on the rides with my two cats. They did not talk or act like anything but cats. But they got on the rides with me and rode along no problem. My little black and white cat went on a ride like an old Waltzer or Tilt-a-Whirl and my orange tabby got on a log flume ride with me. Wasn't bothered by the water at all. Just sat with me in the log even when the ride flooded. It was weird. He does not like water at all. A lot of my dreams take place in either fairs or amusement parks. Not sure why.
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Mar 1, 2015 20:51
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So, a while ago, I had this dream about being in an alien psychological therapy facility, and I was floated through all these weird boxy rooms, and was talked to by alien bug holograms in an alien bug language I didn't understand. Then I was taken to this hotel-type room with a miniature wooden wardrobe which was supposed to contain a piece of paper with the name of my childhood dog, but didn't, and this was very distressing to me. Then there was a pug on the hotel room bed, and I cried on the pug. There was also a vat of some mysterious liquid outside the hotel/therapy complex that caused a nuclear explosion, and destroyed the planet. Then I was back on earth, in a small suburban community, and a man, possibly mentally disabled, shot this other guy with a shotgun, who turned out to be Ray Wise, and the shot also hit me in the knees. At this point, it turned into a movie I was watching, specifically a David Lynch movie on Netflix, and the alien ghost of David Lynch explained that the guy who had been shot was the guardian of another one of these vats of mysterious liquid. You see, there's this omnipresent purple mist, which is normally invisible, but if it comes into contact with the vat of liquid, it will explode (and presumably, that will destroy the earth). Ray Wise projected this aura that kept the purple mist away. So, Lynch alien ghost selects a random woman to take the place of Ray Wise in repelling the mist, and she now has the aura, but now she's restricted to living in Ray Wise's house/front yard. Then the mentally disabled guy who shot Ray Wise and me accidentally stabs a woman, maybe the daughter of the new vat guardian, through the brain, with something that looks like a traffic sign somebody tore out of the ground. I start getting the impression that this is David Lynch's idea of a comedy film. So, I pause the movie and go outside, and I'm on Mars, and some random guy asks me something about video/audio codecs. I think he was somebody I went to college with. I also had the very, very clear thought, in the midst of all of this, that it's always best to take the second most popular operating system, because people who make viruses will almost invariably go for the largest number of victims. Then I started lamenting how crazy the Windows file structure is. I didn't get to see the rest of the movie, but I did look at the preview frames that Netflix brings up when you hover over the progress bar? The mentally disabled guy and two of his friends turned into alien bats and flew into space. Then they visited aliens, and presumably wacky hijinks ensued. Then I woke up.
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Mar 1, 2015 21:24
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I saw a cool dream - by my standards - that I thought I would share. I'm flying (though not personally) above what I thought to be the well-preserved ruins of Tehnochtitlan or a similar Aztec city. Obviously it can't be Technochtitlan since it was in a valley, having bunch of buildings on the edge of each side of the valley with a huge boulevard in the center which had a surface of huge, flat rock slabs put together. I wonder how the site has stayed in such a well-preserved state and how come there are no modern buildings anywhere to be seen. Just as I think this the end of the valley starts to get in sight, and below it is a metropolis a bit like Mexico City. The entire valley was higher up than this modern metropolis and seems to serve "as a gateway to the modern metropolis" in a way. Then the dream transforms into black & white footage of a guy in early 1900''s/late 1800's clothing walking in an area of a city dominated by neo-classical architecture. I come to think (in an academic matter, as I do in fact recognize the importance) why we preserve old architecture. I'm somehow hit by this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. How it's amazing that there might be buildings standing that were built by our ancient forefathers, and how in some cases these buildings are a very real proof of the continuing legacy of a single people. (Yet in reality I would dispute this). I start to think how it's impossible to preserve everything because practicality and lack of space... Then suddenly I'm transported to a city that's dominated by Jugendstil architecture of the Helsinki flair ( http://www.artnouveau.eu/en/city.php?id=136 ) - Jugendstil but with usually more plain facades, and red-tiled industrial style buildings. The entire city is dominated by late 1800's and early 1900's architecture with no modern building in sight. Also, apparently I'm a pupil in some sort of "mage academy" or sorts. I don't know why I think this, but it kind of becomes as a given, and the city is part of some sort of "modern empire that is dominated by magi", or something. There's no indication that the nation is sinister at all, but I sort of get the vibe it isn't exactly empathetic towards other states. I'm outside, and thinking back to the sight of the ancient Aztec ruins, I wonder what ruins this civilization might have, so I do the logical thing and -- start flying. My flying is pretty slow - I suppose my imagination isn't quite good enough to "render a city scene" with multiple buildings if I were travelilng fast enough. I start scaling up a building that reminds me of this one, except it's more complex and larger:  (said building happens to be the oldest stone building in the town it is in, and I only found out this now by googling)It apparently has multiple "towers" like the one shown in the picture, except each one can hold at least one lecture hall. Somehow I get the feeling that stepping on the ceiling one of the towers might be a bit "taboo" for some reason and I'm worried that I might cause attention if I actually step on the ceiling of one - though more due to the noise. Apparently I'm fine in my mind because "I have a legit mission that somehow captures the patriotism of this Empire" (...uh, sightseeing old architecture)? I come across one of the towers, and grab onto a "pillar" of sorts that hangs to the edge of the wall it has. I see a guy inside a lecture hall through a window, and I get the feeling he knows me. Holding on to a pillar I'm scared that I might have lost my ability to fly, or/and that the guy might think I'm in danger, but no fear, the guy sees me and promptly just facepalms in frustration. At this point I realize it's winter - my hand feels cold from the snow I just caught from the pillar. I finally continue flying, and make some distance when I come across a small'ish wooden building with light blue/white tones and a plenty of windows. Apparently this is a café of sorts and I try to get inside, slowly - But I wake up thanks to a call from a friend. 
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Jun 10, 2015 12:18
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I had a dream once that I was hit by a car, died, and went to Hell. It turned out that Hell was a lot like some sort of casino resort-ish type place, and. it was on Earth. I was able to watch my funeral procession from the window, and after my funeral, my mom and grandmother came to the resort to eat. I was assigned to serve them their food, but to them, I appeared to be a tall slim Latina woman with long hair wearing a gold tube dress (I am short-haired, black, and...not slim IRL). I told my mother that I didn't want to alarm her, but that I was in fact her dead daughter, but any time I tried to say something that would identify me definitively, my speech became garbled. Eventually I gave up, apologized for the trouble, and continued serving my family. Then I saw an entire wall filled with different otherworldly flavors of vodka, and Hell suddenly didn't seem so bad.  There was also one time that I had a dream that Denzel Washington and I were on a business trip and he pressured me into having sex with him.
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Jun 10, 2015 13:11
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Dreams a very fascinating subject for me. I tend to either have very vivid dreams that stick with me for a long, long time, or I don't remember them at all. I keep a dream journal but I'm really lazy about actually writing in it. Anyways here's a few dreams from when I was little. I was in the sort of desert. The sky was pitch black. There was this glass wall that expanded forever in both directions and on the other side was one of those play-castles that some fast food restaurants have. I needed to get to the other side and play in that castle. Suddenly my brother appears, except he doesn't look like my brother but some professional wrestler. Bald head, black underwear, buff as heck, you know. Anyways, he lifts me up over his head, and the ground splits open. He throws me down into the hole and I fall for several minutes before landing on the bottom. I attempt to climb back up but I keep slipping off the rock walls. I look up to the top, it only looks to be about 20 feet up. I can see my brother looking at me from over the ledge laughing at me. It was at this point that I woke up. This is the earliest dream I can remember, I was around 3 or 4 when I had it. This next dream is the second-earliest I remember. I was old enough to be attending school at this point, but I don't remember how old I was exactly. Anyways I wake up and get out of bed like I usually do, I head down the hall. Everything looks sort of greyish blue. As I'm walking down the hall I can feel a sense of dread growing stronger and stronger, but I'm compelled to keep moving. Eventually I reach the living room and I see the source of my fear. There is this massive Egyptian sarcophagus standing in the back corner of the room. I slowly approach and it when I get up to it I feel more terrified than I think I'd ever felt before. And then suddenly the sarcophagus opens up and a green clawed hand reaches out and grabs at me and I woke up. For years after that I'd get chills when going around the corner from the hallway to the living room. Nowadays most of my dreams are either video game dreams, where the dream appears in the form of a game I'm playing, or I have dreams are about places I've been or lived in, but there will be architectural differences. Like there will be an extra room at the end of the hall, or the kitchen will be replaced with a kitchen from a different house I've lived in, that sort of stuff. One example is I was dreaming that I had moved back into an old apartment of mine. I went to go to the bathroom but I opened the door to find a mirror copy of my apartment instead. There was an asian couple living in the mirror-apartment. This wasn't taken as a surprise or anything, in the dream this was just how it had always been and it was my mistake to believe that the doorway would lead to a bathroom. I apologized and went back into my own apartment. I then headed to the kitchen only to find the asian wife in my kitchen cutting cabbage. I became infuriated and told her to get back into her own apartment, she apologized profusely and hurried back to her own. Then I finished cutting the cabbage myself and woke up before I could do anything with it.
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Jun 11, 2015 00:10
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I go through phases of having these types of dreams fairly often, then just not at all for months. One I remember pretty well from childhood was that it was announced on the news that solar activity was rising unexpectedly and scientists had determined that the sun was going to explode in a matter of weeks. The dream consisted mainly of me and my family being extremely depressed while we waited to die from the intense radiation coming from the sun. Another that I had 2 nights ago went as follows: Me and my partner were talking to someone else about psychology and philosophy in a general sense. The person we were talking to was some sort of professional. This person eventually got on to the subject of perspective and used this picture as an example. We kept talking about it while he showed me many more similar pictures and then told me about how it was popular in Victorian times to try and do the same with photography. At that point he showed me a black and white photo of a man with an extremely blurred out face in a suit holding a limp young girl in his arms. Her arms were hanging down and I presumed she might be dead or sleeping, she was partially blurred out as well. When you turned this picture upside down and changed your perspective it became a comparatively normal photograph of a funeral with several family members in open caskets. Flipping back the picture the other way showed the man with the blurred out face again. The guy showed me a few more of these until I became disturbed enough to wake up.
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Jul 2, 2015 09:26
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That reminds me if a dream I had. I was watching a series of perspective drawing tutorials online. The man in the video draws some buildings, and then some trees and other regular perspective subjects. Then he begins to talk about three theory behind perspective and why it is that things get smaller when they're further away. He talks about how he studied on it for years, and eventually came up with a mathematical formula that can be applied to anything and it will with 100% accuracy predict how it will look when drawn with perspective. He takes the formula and applies to it several different flat shapes, squares, triangles, etc. Each of these flat images turns into three dimensional versions of these shapes bouncing around my screen. He says it works with complex shapes as well. He applies it to an image of a macaroni noodle and a wireframe wraps around it and the noodle pops right out of the screen onto my desk! Then he applies it to some medical diagrams of humans, then they came to life and climbed right out of my screen. And thats when I woke up.
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Jul 2, 2015 18:30
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I used to had reoccurring "nightmares" as a child, where I would dream the same scenario over a period of a week or so, with little to no changes. One of these nightmares involved my primary school tennis teacher hanging on the side of my car like Top Cat and telling me to duck in slow motion as she prepared to throw a Nokia 3310 at me. Another involved the father of my half cousin chasing me around the house and to my primary school, where my teachers (who were as tall as the school) huffed when I begged for help. When I was about... 10-12, I started collecting dreamcatchers, because they were pretty and looked good hung above my bed. I don't know if it was a psychological thing or what, but I'd had a really bad nightmare one night that woke me up in tears. When I went back to sleep, I was hovering in a black void and an old man's voice (kind of like Morgan Freeman?) was telling me that nightmares were an illusion created by my lack of self-confidence, but I could let them loose from my mind to be caught by the dreamcatchers. Then he said that he believed in me, and I could do anything if I tried. Once he'd finished talking, I was thrown into a really random assortment of dreams that kept bouncing between pseudo-reality and complete nonsense. I've never had a single nightmare since then, and I've anyways been able to turn a potentially bad dream good without making it a lucid dream. Like, a few weeks ago there was some murderer loose in my dream, and he was coming after me, but I developed magic and blasted him into a wall before he could hurt me, then revived his victims, but I wasn't able to change the dream any further. Thanks, dream old man, for believing in me 
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Jul 3, 2015 01:33
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One time I had a dream where my teeth were exploding one by one and my mouth was turning into a horrible, bloody, mangled mess. There was nothing anybody could do to help me. If they tried removing one it would cause it to explode.
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Jul 3, 2015 03:15
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I dreamt a gritty reboot of chucklevision where Paul and Barry chuckle were detectives struggling with substance abuse issues while trying to solve a murder.
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Jul 5, 2015 01:32
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Your guys' dreams are so much better than mine. It makes me sad.
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