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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: B@tfinkV on March 19, 2007, 01:57:53 PM
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After a very late Sunday night i went to sleep at about 11am this morning, i just woke up its now 17:53. This dream was so intense and maybe noone can be bothered to read it but its a rare one as i rushed straight and told my brother about it as i woke up and now i still remember most of it.
in my dream as early on as i remember I was in my garden with mat, a friend of 15 or so years, then the newsagent came round also, a tall slim old man, balding with glasses. A loud noise zooming in from overhead i look up and say 'oh crap we're going to die' and a Eurofighter with a wingtip missing, flames streaming from the damaged area, plunges over our heads very low and fast and flies down past the trees followed by a huge explosion that shakes the earth.
I look over the wall and see a house a mile away on fire,and i can only think about getting over there to have a look, but it just too far away through fields and lakes to be bothered to start walking. Right then a horde of Ambulances and rescue vehicals are tearing down a steep road and spinning and crashing into each other at the bottom by the fire, it looks almost cartoon.
Then suddenly it all ceased to matter and I was still in the garden at some kind of party or something. I was with 3 girls and they all had the hots for me. or two of them did for sure, as we started having sex in the next door garden (which is wierd as dreams dont usualy go that far with sexual manifestations, often the sexual or romantic element being one you can taste but never really grasp before you wake up)
People were looking over the fence and just smiling and walking away, and we felt no shame. At this point it was down to 2 girls one had vanished. I had a petite brunette on the right and a big breasted blonde on the left. both were aged about 18-19 but i felt about that age again too. (last time i was not in my current relationship and able to go out on the pull was 4.5 years ago i was 19 then.)
After a while the blonde vanished also and i was left with the brunette who was quite so brave in the bedroom department as the blonde, but i was most attracted to her in all ways.
We were driving our work truck but it was bigger than our old toyota hilux pick up truck. My intention was to drive to the crash site of the jet fighter, im afraid purely to gawp at it more than a sense of helping out. We were going the wrong way though, and i asked my sweet brunette where she lived and where i was to take her.
"Oxford" she replied and we carried on up the motorway and abruptley came to the city center of Aylesbury, which means i was going the wrong way. I needed to get through a big building complex to get to the main road on the other side of it so i drove through a big door, smashing it down and found myself inside a bar packed with humanity.
I saw my exit door on the other side and carefully started driving accross the empty dance floor to get to it.
"Alright mate, look over lad" said a ragged looking man with a pipe smoke stained beard.
I agreed like a moron and promptly saw a small child laid down on the floor infront of us. I avoided it with the front wheels but the back wheels rode over its right arm and crushed it to splinters.
Ah crap, now i had to get out and speak to people. i got out of the truck and started abusing the man.
"you distracted me on purpose!"
He just smiled a wry smile and puffed on his pipe.
Thankfully the child turned out to be a cat now. but i still dont like hurting animals and i was almost in tearsfor an instant.
We got thrown out of the bar by about 6 massive black guys. One had a shotgun and as i pleaded for my truck back he shot me in the arse from point blank range. my leg didnt explode and leave my body i just got a peppering of small holes all down my thigh that really stung like a snake bite.
"ahhh.. dont shoot me im leaving! ok? im going!" i grunt as i lie on the floor beneath the shooter.
At this point i felt the incredible wave of acceptance, i could do nothing against a man with a shotgun in my face. I felt petryfied of being shot agani, yet i knew i could not stop it with all my might or courage i could muster. Total animal helplessness, and nothing i said would make them listen, total animal lack of communication, even if the tuna fish could speak the shark would not understand or care to listen.
I got shot again, in the deltoid and bicep, not to painfull. i wondered if it was loaded with salt rocks. the dust or carbon and cordite played in my nostrels and clung to my eye lashes, the taste on my lips a mix of the earthy soot and the metalic taste of blood.
The man with the shotgun left and the huge black guys were blocking my way back in, and a cray looking white bloke with a scottish accent came bowling out of the bar brandishing a huge chef's knife and screaming blue murder at us. we left rather rapidly wihout or truck, but he still came after us.
"leave us alone we're going, why do you need a knife" i kept trying to reason with him as we ran before the blade. nothing was slowing him down or killing the crazy flash in his eyes and i again felt that animal fear of being hunted by someone i cannot reason with.
We ended up in a church that was packed full of people, most of them teenages with skateboards all just hanging out. we asked for thier help and two big adult skaters stood up and swung skateboards at the knife man's head. he ducked and slashed at them as quick as a flash and they both got deep gashes cut accross thier foreheads and dropped to the floor.
I led my brunette through a door and bolted it behind us, but we were just trapped in another smaller room that was empty of people.
There was a high window with a large sill and shutters on the inside. I lifter her up and pushed her legs up till she could climb into the window space and told her to lose the shutters. she did and was gone from it. Her sudden disinvolvement turned thigns around and i felt new courage just having to defend myself.....so i quicly climbed onto a beam high above he floor and lay there very still.
The knife man got into the room but had changed into an African warrior naked but for a loin cloth and wearing full face paint.
"youre not a man you have that knife" i tried from my vantage point. he got angry and the bouncers of the bar filled in behind him and blocked the only exit. since killing he cat no one had shown understanding of my language or any atempt to talk to me in thiers.
"what kind of man fights a boy with a knife" i kept taunting. he threw the knife at me and i struck my shoulder and i pulled it back out with a cry of pain.
The warrior got out two knuckle dusters with blades on the end and put them between his teeth and started climbing up to me. I jumped down and hit him wih the "what kind of coward uses a knife, get me like a real man with your fists" and he threw the two weapons at me and jumped down. I had suddenly realised i was dreaming, and that i could not run or reason with this enemy. i must confront my fear and fight and now that he didnt have a knife i felt ready to try.
We squared up for a second, fists shimmering infront of our faces as we both looked for a first hit, then we grappled locking arms and i felt strong depite my disadvantage of muscle and height, our faces inches apart straining for a weakness.
Then i tried to headbutt him as hard as I could and my forehead rushed forward to reach his nose but it stopped and lost all power and brushed his cheek with no effect. (very frustraing but it confirmed my belief that i was only dreaming, as this is another common restriction a dream seems to involve, like trying to run to help your family but your stuck in quicksand, or the bike you get for christmas as a kid but you can never stay asleep long enough to dream about riding it.)
During this impossible fight to the death i drifted back into reality and went and spoke to my brother, then came here and typed it out.
ah well, geuss i'll be going now.
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wow Bat. very interesting and entertaining read.
you remembered your entire dream with that much accuracy? whenever i have a good dream (similar to your part with the two chicks) i can NEVER remember it after i wake up. i just remember that something very good and sexual related happened but can never remember.
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Yeah, I can't remember anything about my dreams past 5 minutes after waking up.
With the exception of Sailing Dreams. I remember my sailing dreams vividly even to this day.
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"Calling Dr. Freud
Dr. Freud...you are needed in the O'Club...STAT!"
;)
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Please share....
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battty i have this feeling that you are a really strange and weird scary guy.
:rofl :lol
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Originally posted by B@tfinkV
I had suddenly realised i was dreaming,
The next time you realize you are dreaming, take control of your dream. It's called lucid dreaming and you can do anything your mind can think of. It takes some practice to keep it going but once you do, it's pretty cool.
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lol thanks all, for sharing with me, it was very wierd to remember it so well, i think speaking to my brother right away helped me remember. i wonder how it started or ended, i doubt i remembered the whole thing.
Lucid dreaming i have experienced before although i did not know there was a term for it. i dreamnt i could fly simply by putting out my arms and lifting off. i would know i was dreaming and could enjoy the flight how i wanted and the dream came back on maybe 20 other nights after the first one. I got used to it and ready to enjoy it but it always puzzled me that i would dream of flying just by putting my arms out, then i realised, i was dreaming of being a bird and what felt like my arms were infact wings as a bird feels its own 'arms'. Or maybe even remembering a past life or having a telepathic experience devoted through a bird somewhere in the world as i slept. once i made the assumption that i was not a human flying, but a bird flying, the dream ceased to thrill me in the same way a bird might take flight for granted, and i never had the drem again.
study of dreams is something i take alot of pleasure in, would be great to hear from anyone else who remembers a wierd dream.
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Do you take any multivitamins, specifically with B12 (I think that's the one). It's supposed to give you more lucid dreams.
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nope i have a really simple and cheap diet spanning cereal and toast for breakfast, snacks, fruit or something like beans on toast for lunches and then a good meat n 3 veg dish at least 3 nights a week for dinner.
is THC a vitimin?
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THC is whatever you want it to be;)
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Sometimes a banana...is just a banana.
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We got thrown out of the bar by about 6 massive black guys. One had a shotgun and as i pleaded for my truck back he shot me in the arse from point blank range.
Definitely a repressed desire for some manloving with 6 black guys.
The knife man got into the room but had changed into an African warrior naked but for a loin cloth and wearing full face paint.
yup, definitely.
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:lol
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Originally posted by Heater
Please share....
Well, the boats we sail in college sailing are literally kids boats. They drive me nuts how slow and cumbersome they are. So I have a lot of dreams of me sailing one of 2 really fast boats and having so much fun.
But then, a couple weeks ago, I had a dream about Sail Trim. The sails need to be set a certain way for every wind / wave strength. And all I dreamt about was setting the sails to different wind strengths. I didn't even dream about the boat the sails were attached to. It was very nerdy.
I guess mathemeticians would dream about doing some hard derivatives in their dreams, so it evens out.
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Pretty wacky Bat.
The only dreams i seem to remeber always involve a life and death struggle with zombies.
This one from last year:
I'm a huge warehouse (like 20 city blocks square) with zombies trying to get in. The whole premise of this dream was to find a hiding place for my sister. I wound up throwing her up on a 15 ft high shelf where the zombies couldn't get her. I literally threw her up there like a bag of potatoes, heard the thud, then saw her look down and wave.
In the process of looking for a hiding spot, i'd have to stop and go blast zombies every 15 or 20 minutes because some voice would call out, the perimeter is about to be breached.
This one from last month:
I'm inside a castle tower, and there is a grotesque looking demon headed freak looking at me. I can see out of the window, and below us there are a bunch of cliffs and mountains and small islands, all of which are surrounded by a river of lava.
Also in the room are two doors. The one i must have entered, which is open, and a 2nd one that is closed.
This demon and i start to do battle. I have a sword and shield, but his skin is tough and his claws and teeth are sharp. After a while, i get the upper hand on him, and have the sword to his throat, ready to finish him off, when he grins, and raises his hand and points to the window.
On a little island bridge to the mainland which is surrounded by lava i see my dad battling about 10 or so zombies. He's doing doing well, and holding his own, but then about 50 or 60 more appear and start to move in and surround him. (my dads 60)
On a higher cliff i see my mom, who sees my dads in trouble, and does a summersalt 25 feet down to where my dad is to help him. (my moms 59)
I can see there swords flying through the air, and zombie skulls, and limbs flying everywhere, and it looks like they have everything under control.
The demon freak now looks disappointed, and knows i'm going to kill him.
Before i kill him though, i say, give me a minute. The demon looks astounded, but shrugs his shoulders and makes a stupid face like what the hell, i'm gonna die anyway, then nods.
So i go to the 2nd door, open it up, and there is a beautiful brand new shining toilet. I lift up the lid...... And then i woke up. It was 5am, and i made a mad rush to the bathroom never having had to p so bad in my entire life!
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ahh i had a weerd 1 bout a year ago, kinda sketchy in details i remember but here it goes:
I was at D-Day in a Higgins landing craft. i get about halfway there once my squad leader had his head shot off, resulting in bone fragments flying out and killing a few other people. there was lots of mortar fire and bullets hitting the water. I saw several other boats being destroyed, then we get to the shore, we run out and several of my 'friends' were being killed and wounded. There was a lot of back ground screaming and calling for corpsmen. i was runnin as fast as i could, with all i could do. then about halfway up the beach im blown about 5 feet in the air by a mortar. i survived but was badly hurt. then once i was out of the way of fire i turned and saw a plane that came up and bombed the bunker and the impact killed me just as i woke up. man it was scary at the time, i was sweating and shivering once i woke up.
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Another reason my weerd dream was so realistic is because one of my friends started up the stereo and played 'jesus of suburbia' at full blast.
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yeah! background audio in reality can definitely affect your dreams. I often leave a mix tape or something playing low on my stereo as i fall asleep, and the sounds of a dream will always merge from the music as i drift off and then fade back into the music as i wake up. It takes another minute for me to realise that i was just dreaming then i usually get up and forget what i dreamnt.
The toilet one has happened to me also speed :) you wake up bursting for a pee and thank god for dreams. once when i was about 4 i had a dream i was peeing in the woods, unfortunately i woke up and i wasnt in the woods. only time in my life i did that but the dream was to blame im sure.
i also have had dreams where you wake up in a cold sweat and need 10 mins to get back to reality before you can speak to anyone.
the geek dreams about your passion are perfectly normal i rekon, LS, i have had dreams about making music and then been very annoyed when i wake up and it not saved on my PC.
the most intresting times are as you fall asleep and you start dreaming right away, your imagination has started a dream while youre still just about awake and you literaly transport your whole mind and body into another situation and really feel like youre there then suddenly you snap out of it and youre lying on your bed going wtf?
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yeah! background audio in reality can definitely affect your dreams. I often leave a mix tape or something playing low on my stereo as i fall asleep, and the sounds of a dream will always merge from the music as i drift off and then fade back into the music as i wake up. It takes another minute for me to realise that i was just dreaming then i usually get up and forget what i dreamnt.
I only dream right before I wake up in the morning. Never in the middle of the night.
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You might dream in the middle of the night, but can only remember what happens right before you wake up. I'd imagine that's what happens to me. Back in my younger, moodier days I'd claim I didn't dream at all but I'm pretty sure it was during the middle of the night and I couldn't remember them.
Anyway, dreams are only supposed to happen in REM sleep if I recall, so if you are only hitting REM right before you wake up, it might be why you're tired (if you are). But what do I know?
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No, I'm not tired when I wake up, but my sleep habits are pretty messed up. It takes me around 30 minutes time from stopping whatever it is I'm doing til I get to sleep.
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I liked the sex part.
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This is sick....
BatfinkV secretly want's to be Waffle flyinin a cartoon plane and blowing soft warm air up Lasersailors184's sails hoping he'll be accepted while wearing Bettys dress.
Sick I tell you...
:huh
Mac