Vivid Dreams

just black, empty, timeless space.

imagine the silence...

Doesn't look so scary from here. But I suppose a bowling lane would be the same for you. My recurring nightmare from childhood was this. Imagine yourself the size of a speck of dust on the floor right in front on the 1 pin, looking down the lane to see the bowling ball, also very small. Then it comes rushing staight down the center and gets bigger and bigger the closer it comes untill everything becomes blacked out. wake up.

that would be scary, as a child I often dreamed of being in an abandoned mall with the faint sound of rolling wheels, like the little pieces of gravel and shit on the rubberwheels, clicking down off in the distance.

THENUMBER1022 said:

that would be scary, as a child I often dreamed of being in an abandoned mall with the faint sound of rolling wheels, like the little pieces of gravel and shit on the rubberwheels, clicking down off in the distance.

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You saying that reminds me of the shinning.

THENUMBER1022 said:

the mall of my nightmares!

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...yeah, there's a little something creepy there. I thought of Dawn of the Dead when I first looked at it.

THENUMBER1022 said:

that would be scary, as a child I often dreamed of being in an abandoned mall with the faint sound of rolling wheels, like the little pieces of gravel and shit on the rubberwheels, clicking down off in the distance.

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That does sound horror flickish...

mexiblunt said:

Doesn't look so scary from here. But I suppose a bowling lane would be the same for you. My recurring nightmare from childhood was this. Imagine yourself the size of a speck of dust on the floor right in front on the 1 pin, looking down the lane to see the bowling ball, also very small. Then it comes rushing staight down the center and gets bigger and bigger the closer it comes untill everything becomes blacked out. wake up.

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You just knocked loose a very very old memory. When I was very young - I'm talking two years old, confirmed by room details that my mother recognized when i told her the story later - I did not think i slept. Falling asleep and waking up were seamless. Sometimes i'd wake up in the middle of the night and lie there and hallucinate. I had many "friends" who visited regularly - the three twirly sticks, the circle thingies, and (my favorite) the ribbons of tricolored marbles in rectangular rank&file, three to seven across, ten to thirty deep, swirling and swooping through my field of vision as if on roller coaster tracks. Mostly positive stuff.
One night as I lay trippin without assist, I noticed a white dot in the exact center of my vision. It didn't grow brighter, only larger and closer, steadily, unstoppable. It absolutely terrfied me, and it was on a collision course. It grew and grew until it was a sphere coming RIGHT at me. It finally rolled past me to the lower left, resolving into a perfect cratered gray-white moon. The close half passed through me. It was like a night terror where you try to scream but cannot. I could not sleep for some time while the terror seeped out of my body.
I was two.
I have even earlier memories, but that one fits with your tale. cn

i've never really had night terrors before unless you count different ways of dyin night terrors. im usually just put in bad situations with a handicap and i try and get away

cannabineer said:

You just knocked loose a very very old memory. When I was very young - I'm talking two years old, confirmed by room details that my mother recognized when i told her the story later - I did not think i slept. Falling asleep and waking up were seamless. Sometimes i'd wake up in the middle of the night and lie there and hallucinate. I had many "friends" who visited regularly - the three twirly sticks, the circle thingies, and (my favorite) the ribbons of tricolored marbles in rectangular rank&file, three to seven across, ten to thirty deep, swirling and swooping through my field of vision as if on roller coaster tracks. Mostly positive stuff.
One night as I lay trippin without assist, I noticed a white dot in the exact center of my vision. It didn't grow brighter, only larger and closer, steadily, unstoppable. It absolutely terrfied me, and it was on a collision course. It grew and grew until it was a sphere coming RIGHT at me. It finally rolled past me to the lower left, resolving into a perfect cratered gray-white moon. The close half passed through me. It was like a night terror where you try to scream but cannot. I could not sleep for some time while the terror seeped out of my body.
I was two.
I have even earlier memories, but that one fits with your tale. cn

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thats crazy dude do you still have that goin on now?

I had a fucked up dream last night, woke up almost crying for some reason.
Alright so I'm in the back of my car picking oranges from a stem form the trunk, like the oranges were growing from the car.
I saw my parents in a distance, they were laughing with all the neighbors. Everyone gathers around my parents. I try to go to them but people push me away. When I finally get to them the sky turns red, and black clouds gather in the sky.
Then everything starts shaking (I'm not trying to bring religion in this, so sorry. I'm just describing my dream.). All the people around me drop down and are in pain for everything they have ever done bad. I started thinking why am I not hurting? I try to fake it and drop to my knees and bow my head, people start hating me. They didn't say they hate me, I could just feel it.
Then a evil kind of child laughter is talking from the sky, and is talking in some language. Everyone bows down, except me. I stand up and walk around and people are jealous of me. Then they go back to normal, go to my car and take my oranges.
The ground breaks where I stand and the evil voice (like I'm talking EVIL, I'm not scared of anything, but this voice and whatever he was saying made me cry) begins to talk to me alone. I sit down and choose not to live any longer because without the love this evil voice gave to those other people I didn't see a reason to live. Pretty much in my dream I ended reality, honestly that was the most fucked up dream I have ever had.

And I've had some fucked up dreams that don't top that ^^^ one. Like once (I thought I was awake), my grandpa came to my bed (he died but i really didnt know him) I was listening to music, he touches my foot. I say hello grandpa, he says don't fear the evil mejo (that means boy or something, he spoke Spanish I don't), he said "we love you and will take care of you, now follow me". Hesitant as fuck I say "no", he grabs me by my shoulders and starts shaking like fucking hard, his face starts melting. He dies again but starts floating and he had a demon face and made me float. I woke up, but fuck that whole time felt as real as how I feel right now.

Anyways anyone care to interpret my "orange from car" dream?

Dreaming is way deeper than people realize
Lucid dreaming can be controlled by anyone with practice. Its a form of self induced trance.
Our mind (not brain) is such a powerful tool people cannot even begin to understand
Instead of sitting on weed forums ALL the time why not go on youtube and start researching something you have always wondered about in amazement
guess what.... we are living in an amazing time and the internet is also a tool that you can use to gain unbelievable knowledge that IS out there
unfortunately I hate to break it to you will never gain this knowledge from fox news or facebook or twitter or yahoo front page
thats all distractions guys
literally put in place just to help the cause of occupying people so that they do not start seeking this knowledge that I'm talking about

dedicate some solid man hours to searching and youtube and see where those clicks take you
it really is unbelievable how deep the rabbit hole really goes
and once you gain this knowledge, you change as a person and grow
its inevitable


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR-klTa1y54&feature=related
^^^ here's your answers guys

cannabineer said:

You just knocked loose a very very old memory. When I was very young - I'm talking two years old, confirmed by room details that my mother recognized when i told her the story later - I did not think i slept. Falling asleep and waking up were seamless. Sometimes i'd wake up in the middle of the night and lie there and hallucinate. I had many "friends" who visited regularly - the three twirly sticks, the circle thingies, and (my favorite) the ribbons of tricolored marbles in rectangular rank&file, three to seven across, ten to thirty deep, swirling and swooping through my field of vision as if on roller coaster tracks. Mostly positive stuff.
One night as I lay trippin without assist, I noticed a white dot in the exact center of my vision. It didn't grow brighter, only larger and closer, steadily, unstoppable. It absolutely terrfied me, and it was on a collision course. It grew and grew until it was a sphere coming RIGHT at me. It finally rolled past me to the lower left, resolving into a perfect cratered gray-white moon. The close half passed through me. It was like a night terror where you try to scream but cannot. I could not sleep for some time while the terror seeped out of my body.
I was two.
I have even earlier memories, but that one fits with your tale. cn

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Oh fuck now I'm scared. You just unleashed some memories for me too dude.
My whole life I had insomnia, anyways I had a imaginary friend from age 2-9. I forgot her name, she had white hair and lice. She would come over every night really late like at 2 am. We would play n64, one night she goes into the kitchen and throws some shit around breaking dishes and shit. I tell her to stop and start screaming at her, my parents hear and come into the living room. She was gone, just fucking vanished. My parents got fucking pissed at me and made me stay in my room and wouldn't let me leave my room at night. I mean they didn't lock the door on me or anything, but it was the rule to stay in my room.
One night the girl walks into my room and gives me the game we used to play (Mario 64), that was the last time I saw her, till this day I have that game and nobody believes me. Like I currently feel stupid for posting this, but I'm not bullshiting, I'm just saying what happened. Maybe due to my insomnia I have mental problems. I don't know but now I'm freaking out because of the memories, lol. Well I'm gonna fall asleep with the tv on tonight, ha. Man I don't believe myself, maybe I was dreaming. But I have the game, maybe I stole it. I don't know.

Hepheastus420 said:

Oh fuck now I'm scared. You just unleashed some memories for me too dude.
My whole life I had insomnia, anyways I had a imaginary friend from age 2-9. I forgot her name, she had white hair and lice. She would come over every night really late like at 2 am. We would play n64, one night she goes into the kitchen and throws some shit around breaking dishes and shit. I tell her to stop and start screaming at her, my parents hear and come into the living room. She was gone, just fucking vanished. My parents got fucking pissed at me and made me stay in my room and wouldn't let me leave my room at night. I mean they didn't lock the door on me or anything, but it was the rule to stay in my room.
One night the girl walks into my room and gives me the game we used to play (Mario 64), that was the last time I saw her, till this day I have that game and nobody believes me. Like I currently feel stupid for posting this, but I'm not bullshiting, I'm just saying what happened. Maybe due to my insomnia I have mental problems. I don't know but now I'm freaking out because of the memories, lol. Well I'm gonna fall asleep with the tv on tonight, ha. Man I don't believe myself, maybe I was dreaming. But I have the game, maybe I stole it. I don't know.

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damn dude thats crazy!! and creepy as fuck you have the game. that one made me think of a toy i had that looked EXACTLY like chucky and i would have fucked up dreams about it tryin to get me...that thing went straight in the closet and everytime id wake up from the dream id go check the closet to see if he was in there. hahaha oh man even at a young age i was brutal i remember thinkin if he isnt the bats right next to me closet leaned up on the dresser ill grab that till i get to the kitchen and get a knife...chucky picked the wrong one to come fuckin with with me

blazinkill504 said:

damn dude thats crazy!! and creepy as fuck you have the game. that one made me think of a toy i had that looked EXACTLY like chucky and i would have fucked up dreams about it tryin to get me...that thing went straight in the closet and everytime id wake up from the dream id go check the closet to see if he was in there. hahaha oh man even at a young age i was brutal i remember thinkin if he isnt the bats right next to me closet leaned up on the dresser ill grab that till i get to the kitchen and get a knife...chucky picked the wrong one to come fuckin with with me

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Lol me too, I always had a baseball bat right under my bed, when I was 10 I put some nails in it. I also had a combat knife a friend gave me, it's illegal to have, lol. It's bad ass and I learned to use it good. It's heavy on the bottom so it's good for throwing or for knocking someone conscious. I always felt safe with that around. I stopped using it for a while because my uncle always tried scaring me by making noises at night, so yeah I didn't want to kill him, lol.

But yeah I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna sleep tonight. And my dad still doesn't believeme. My sister said one time a girl with white hair and white dress slept on her floor. But that was after I told her my story so I'm not sure if she was lying. But yeah I hated that house, ha. I kinda want to check up on it, like see who's living in it now. But then I would rather keep most of the memories blocked out.

Lol my sister is scared as shit of chucky. I'm personally scared of IT. I think I posted a chucky dream on this thread, creepy fucking doll.

blazinkill504 said:

thats crazy dude do you still have that goin on now?

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Oh goodness no. By the time I was four the night hallucinations were gone. None of the fairly comprehensive list of drugs I've taken since has come close to bringing back those visions. cn

Heph, I have to ask ... an imaginary friend who had lice? You were my kind of kid ... unconventional. The lice touch is really somewhat macabre all on its own. cn

Hepheastus420 said:

I had a fucked up dream last night, woke up almost crying for some reason.
Alright so I'm in the back of my car picking oranges from a stem form the trunk, like the oranges were growing from the car.
I saw my parents in a distance, they were laughing with all the neighbors. Everyone gathers around my parents. I try to go to them but people push me away. When I finally get to them the sky turns red, and black clouds gather in the sky.
Then everything starts shaking (I'm not trying to bring religion in this, so sorry. I'm just describing my dream.). All the people around me drop down and are in pain for everything they have ever done bad. I started thinking why am I not hurting? I try to fake it and drop to my knees and bow my head, people start hating me. They didn't say they hate me, I could just feel it.
Then a evil kind of child laughter is talking from the sky, and is talking in some language. Everyone bows down, except me. I stand up and walk around and people are jealous of me. Then they go back to normal, go to my car and take my oranges.
The ground breaks where I stand and the evil voice (like I'm talking EVIL, I'm not scared of anything, but this voice and whatever he was saying made me cry) begins to talk to me alone. I sit down and choose not to live any longer because without the love this evil voice gave to those other people I didn't see a reason to live. Pretty much in my dream I ended reality, honestly that was the most fucked up dream I have ever had.

And I've had some fucked up dreams that don't top that ^^^ one. Like once (I thought I was awake), my grandpa came to my bed (he died but i really didnt know him) I was listening to music, he touches my foot. I say hello grandpa, he says don't fear the evil mejo (that means boy or something, he spoke Spanish I don't), he said "we love you and will take care of you, now follow me". Hesitant as fuck I say "no", he grabs me by my shoulders and starts shaking like fucking hard, his face starts melting. He dies again but starts floating and he had a demon face and made me float. I woke up, but fuck that whole time felt as real as how I feel right now.

Anyways anyone care to interpret my "orange from car" dream?

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...I see cars as the body - the vehicle. The body can be said to have a few vehicles or modes with which to travel. Here's a quote on orange with regards to the psycho-spiritual.

orange [...] "that is to say having the ability to give ourselves the freedom to be ourselves and to respect our own boundaries and requirements and, by the same token, having respect for the boundaries of others."

I also think that the evil voice is generic, that is to say that it represents the voice of 'evil' everywhere and how it 'cracks the earth' (earth = people / crack = separation)

heph, you sound just like my friend,
you dont have a G E D, broken computers all around your room, a small penis, and a cheating girlfriend, do you?

crazy dreams guys. I have been on that dangerous line of wondering which reality is truly real. The reality you create or the reality you chose to live in..

POUND TOWN said:

Dreaming is way deeper than people realize
Lucid dreaming can be controlled by anyone with practice. Its a form of self induced trance.
Our mind (not brain) is such a powerful tool people cannot even begin to understand
Instead of sitting on weed forums ALL the time why not go on youtube and start researching something you have always wondered about in amazement
guess what.... we are living in an amazing time and the internet is also a tool that you can use to gain unbelievable knowledge that IS out there
unfortunately I hate to break it to you will never gain this knowledge from fox news or facebook or twitter or yahoo front page
thats all distractions guys
literally put in place just to help the cause of occupying people so that they do not start seeking this knowledge that I'm talking about

dedicate some solid man hours to searching and youtube and see where those clicks take you
it really is unbelievable how deep the rabbit hole really goes
and once you gain this knowledge, you change as a person and grow
its inevitable


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR-klTa1y54&feature=related
^^^ here's your answers guys

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I am going to start looking into mastering lucid dreams. I want to explore that crazy ass world I keep seeing. I want to ask the people in it questions.

Hepheastus420 said:

Oh fuck now I'm scared. You just unleashed some memories for me too dude.
My whole life I had insomnia, anyways I had a imaginary friend from age 2-9. I forgot her name, she had white hair and lice. She would come over every night really late like at 2 am. We would play n64, one night she goes into the kitchen and throws some shit around breaking dishes and shit. I tell her to stop and start screaming at her, my parents hear and come into the living room. She was gone, just fucking vanished. My parents got fucking pissed at me and made me stay in my room and wouldn't let me leave my room at night. I mean they didn't lock the door on me or anything, but it was the rule to stay in my room.
One night the girl walks into my room and gives me the game we used to play (Mario 64), that was the last time I saw her, till this day I have that game and nobody believes me. Like I currently feel stupid for posting this, but I'm not bullshiting, I'm just saying what happened. Maybe due to my insomnia I have mental problems. I don't know but now I'm freaking out because of the memories, lol. Well I'm gonna fall asleep with the tv on tonight, ha. Man I don't believe myself, maybe I was dreaming. But I have the game, maybe I stole it. I don't know.

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damn , that shit is crazy. The rest of your life keep that game. I sure as hell would.

THENUMBER1022 said:

crazy dreams guys. I have been on that dangerous line of wondering which reality is truly real. The reality you create or the reality you chose to live in..

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I get caught wondering that same thing all the damn time. If this world isn't real, like if I woke up now and found out this whole world was nothing but a crazy ass dream, I think it would fuck with me in a horrible way. Before I had a kid it would have been crazy as shit, but to wake up and find out that child I loved so much was just a figment of my imagination...That very well on its own be just to fucking much.

The most vivid dream I've ever had was when I was first learning about meditation, energy work, and magic. I was told by my teacher at the time I would need a "magical name", so I meditated on that while focusing on a candle for about an hour, before I heard a name "whispered" to me and it felt like it fit. This was moments before the candle burned itself out. I went to bed shortly afterward.

I had a dream that night. This is the only time I've ever dreamt in this style - it was anime style, but CGI, so all the graphics were like that of a japanese RPG game that was 3d modeled. It was definitely supposed to be a video game. The setting was sometime in the distant future, but probably in some far away place or alternate universe, because space travel was the norm, and magic was fairly common.

The crew on our ship consisted of a girl with blond hair who always wore a yellow shirt and khaki shorts, myself, my "teacher" who had dark hair, always wore black with a purple cloak, and one other male character, the pilot. The blond girl was not a magic user, she was basically just someone skilled in working on the spaceship and decently proficient with a blaster. I was an apprentice magician/wizard/sorceror, whatever you'd like to call it, and obviously my teacher was experienced and teaching me the ways of magic.

The middle part of the dream gets hazy, suffice it to say there are few if any important details, it was basically your generic "video game adventure" story. We had some battles and some danger and some minor plot development.

The end of the dream, however, is where it got very interesting. It somehow turned out that my teacher was the main antagonist of the story the whole time, and it had now come down to a battle between the two of us in a large hangar. She was shooting fireballs, lightning, and tornadoes, all elemental attacks at me(strangely no water magic was used by anyone in the whole dream). I was attempting to return fire, but all of my attacks were fizzling out and falling short.

Suddenly the dream took on a bit of a lucid property. I wasn't aware it was a dream, and I couldn't completely change the environment or what happened like in the fully lucid dreams that I've had, but I gained a new awareness and level of control over myself. I was no longer watching my video game avatar try to shoot spells - I was in control. I was able to recall how I would use and direct energy in real, waking life, which was actually something I had only extremely recently begun to study and learn to do. In fact, it was in this dream that I gained better awareness of what it feels like to do so and what "muscles" are used to do it with.

Now in control of my character, I was able to move freely out of the way of her spells, and I focused and thought about how it feels to direct energy in real life. This time, I was able to launch a full strength spell that didn't fizzle out halfway across the distance it needed to travel to hit. I hit her with two fireballs, then some kind of yellow tornado thing. She hit the wall and was incapacitated.

I then turned and noticed that the girl with the blond hair had been injured at some point in the battle, and ran up to her to check on her. She said "I can't believe you would use your powers to hurt someone. I thought we were friends.", then died. I was then taken over by the same profound sadness as if a loved one had died in real life.

I then approached my teacher, still incapacitated. She looked directly at me, and said "I see you've found your name." Then I woke up.






If I fast forward several years, I can identify the "teacher" as the woman who was my spiritual teacher in real life at the time, and I also now know that she had been manipulating, backstabbing, and trash talking a very large number of people in the community that I was with at the time, including myself to a large degree, both then and for several years afterward. I'm still not sure if the blond-haired woman was representative of anyone I know in real life.