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auralpoison
post Jan 15 2010, 09:13 AM
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Me, too! If I'm on my side or my belly, I'm fine, but on my back things go starkers upstairs.


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post Jan 14 2010, 07:37 PM
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Oh man, I haven't had that happen to me in a while. THANK COD. It's so creepy when it happens, even though I know what it is when it's happening. I, too, have the auditory and tactile hallucinations. I've only ever had real visual hallucinations during one episode, and that was enough biggrin.gif
I've found that the episodes occur more frequently when I go to sleep on my back. I don't know why it's that way for me, but there it is.


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auralpoison
post Jan 14 2010, 04:51 AM
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Let me start this by saying that I have a sleep anomaly. This anomaly leads me to suffer from pretty severe hypnagogia. I am prone to sensory phenomena such as sound, sleep paralysis, & tactile sensations. I also have frequent hypnic jerks when falling asleep.

The tactile really bothers me. It's very intense, I can actually feel when somebody does something to me physically in a dream. Like tonight (the reason I'm up right now instead of still asleep), in my dream I was a superspy & somebody had an arm around my neck & was choking me out. When I came to wakefulness, my vision was dark & I saw stars like I'd actually been choked. Which is also a feature of my hypnagogia.

I've done a few sleep studies over the years trying to get a handle on it. While it is frequently trod research ground, little headway has been made in understanding it. Ah, the mysteries of the human brain!


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auralpoison
post Jan 13 2010, 01:30 PM
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Okay, the first half of this dream I was in some kind of lavish Asian hotel/casino. I couldn't decide where exactly, but there were a LOT of Indian people around. It was all crimson & gold & ivory Apparently I'd been there for some time & I was living off of my two hosts because I'd lost my wallet in a drunken escapade. A man & a woman joined our partying trio, but I didn't like them. We kept making day trips to see the local sights, but I kept waking up back in my room with no memories of said trips. Eventually I determined that these were the people that stole my wallet & that they had been serving me drugged wine. International incident ensued, I was shipped back to America in disgrace. I moved back into my parent's house, but I had no parents (Thank god, those dreams put me in a snit all day long). Instead, the house next door had been taken over by a fraternity. They were having some kind of big bash. I was out back & this huge column of blue fire lit up the alley & they were hooting & hollering. I went over & had a few drinks, made out with a college kid, lost my glasses & passed out with the college kid. I woke up the next day, still couldn't find my glasses. I wandered all over the house before I found somebody else's glasses with the same 'scrip & took them with me. I rifled the main kid's wallet & left. So lost stuff & wallets was the theme of that one.


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post Jan 12 2010, 12:08 PM
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I do like to record the dreams that stand out to me, if for no other reason than to read back through them and think, "That was pretty damn interesting, maybe I'm not so lacking in the creativity department as I think I am" LOL. Sometimes I'll read through one, and it actually feels like a real memory, they can be so vivid. Anyway, it is a good way to pass empty time.


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auralpoison
post Jan 11 2010, 10:55 PM
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Y'know, JSmith, you make me feel so much better about my own bizarre dreamscapes. I've had some real doozies as of late, but haven't taken the time to write them down. You remind me that I should.


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jsmith
post Jan 11 2010, 10:21 PM
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Another high school dream. Well, college/high school/elementary.. It was actually rather mundane. There were no crazy dream-happenings to make it memorable, but still, it stands out in my mind.
At the beginning, it was college. I came out of one of my classes, don't know what it was, and sat in a lawn chair. It was lunch period (which we don't have at uni, so at that moment I was a high school student) and I was thinking about a history course I wished I had taken that semester (college again!). It was being taught by Abraham Lincoln, and I was thinking about how interesting it must be, to learn history from someone who was actually there, and who was absolutely old. One of my friends was sitting on a swing (elementary school!), and I asked her about the course, since I knew she was taking it. She acted as if it wasn't terribly interesting, and told me a bit about what "Mr. Lincoln" had lectured on that day. I asked her what he looked like, and speculated that he must look frighteningly ancient. She was surprised - "Haven't you seen him?" I told her that I had only seen pictures of him, and those were taken back in his heyday when he was president. She told me that he still looked pretty much the same as he did in those old pictures.
I started looking around, and noticed that people were lining up to go to their next class (something we did in elementary, actually). I saw someone I never expected to see, and was thrilled. I forgot my inhibitions, and hollered his name. I called him "Mark," though that isn't actually his name. He called back "Hey, what're you doing?" I motioned for him to come over, but as he was coming, someone got in between us and started monopolizing his attention. I was mildly irked, but soon got over it. I turned my face up toward the sky and let my thoughts drift.
A couple of minutes later, "Mark" had made his way over to where I was sitting. The other students were starting to file off to class, but I stayed in my lawn chair. "Mark" asked me why I wasn't getting up to go to class, so I said "I'm liking this weather too much. It's warm (even though it was a bit overcast), and I've been cold for such a long time." It isn't like me to expose myself to so much UV radiation, so after a few minutes I decided to get up and go to class. Mark was still standing there, along with the clown who had intercepted him earlier. I had to cross the street to get to my next class, but Mark didn't. He took my hand and seemed intent on walking me to my class. I was concerned that he would be late for his, but he didn't seem to care (which wasn't like him). The other guy walked with us until Mark motioned for him to get lost, which he did.
The building I had to go to was one that's actually at my old high school, the same building that I frequently dream about. IRL, it's two floors, and not at all difficult to navigate. But in my dreams, it's always three floors, something of a maze, and the way to get to the third floor is this pain in the ass "attic door" sort of entrance, that somehow manages to shrink while I'm in class so that I can never get back through it.
So we got to my building. I was a bit flustered that Mark was going so far out of his way to escort me to class, and couldn't remember exactly where my class was as a result. I actually told him "I think my class is on the third floor," so that's where we went. Alas, my class wasn't there biggrin.gif So I told him "You know what, I'm pretty sure it's on the second floor." I steered him toward the spot where that pain in the ass attic door should've been, and found an actual, honest-to-goodness, normal staircase. That was a shock. But he suddenly stopped walking, and I couldn't pull him forward. He looked at the stairs apprehensively, then looked at me with a frightened look on his face, and shook his head. I knew there was no way in hell that I was going to convince him to take these stairs, so I dragged him off to another staircase. When we got to the second floor, class was already over. I felt kind of bad about it, since I had already missed several of Mr. Lincoln's dull history lectures tongue.gif (Odd, right? at the beginning of the dream, I'm thinking about how fascinating his class must be, but at the end, I am in his class, and find it boring).
Congratulations if you got through this tome tongue.gif


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jsmith
post Dec 10 2009, 09:04 PM
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A few nights ago I had this dream that I just can't shake.
I somehow came to be standing in the house of one of my classmates (real life, though I'm actually not well acquainted with this gal, so I don't know why it was her and not someone else). She was sitting at her kitchen table with her brother. She had just come home from class, and was lamenting the fact that she had no homework, no studying to do, nothing. She wanted something to keep her occupied so she wouldn't think about her father, who had died sometime in the recent past. Since I was standing right there listening to what she was saying, it seemed perfectly alright to butt into the conversation (lol). I said "Oh, yes, so-and-so was telling me that she tries to stay busy too, so she won't get too gloomy about her fathers' not being here anymore."
She looked at me kind of inquisitively. I thought to myself "I can't imagine what it's like for them. I have no idea how I'll handle it when my dad dies. I can't even really think about it, how hard it will be to get past it." She knew what I was thinking, because she said "It isn't hard. It's just dark." It made perfect sense in the dream. I took her meaning as 'I can still function just fine, but I'm not happy, I'm under a cloud.' Thinking about it now, it seems kind of cryptic.
It was an odd dream. I've never had one quite like it. I have dreamt that one or both of my parents are dead, and I'm bawling so hard in the dream that I can't see straight, and I'll be bothered by it for days afterward.


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jsmith
post Oct 26 2009, 07:15 PM
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I know what they say about one who dreams that she is pregnant, but what if you frequently dream that other people are pregnant? Last night I dreamed that my grandmother gave birth to sextuplets. She was telling me about how she was in labor for a week. I asked her why she just didn't have a c-section. She said that she wanted to do it "naturally." I said something like "You've already gone beyond what's 'natural' by conceiving sextuplets. Humans don't do that naturally."
So I have these dreams pretty frequently that someone else is pregnant. Do you all think there's some 'meaning?' And I'm applying the word 'meaning' very loosely here. I think 'dream themes' crop up when there's something in somebody's life that isn't manifesting itself consciously, so the only way it can be reviewed is in semi-abstract dreams.


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post Oct 20 2009, 08:59 PM
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ICK, I had the most gruesome dream last night. I was in this kind of old-timey shop. The owner of the shop was this ornery witch who liked to scare people. And by witch, I mean it in the literal sense, not bitch with a w in place of the b. Anyway, I was hanging out in her shop for whatever reason, and she had grown accustomed to me - so she stopped trying to purposely scare me. But when someone else would come in, she'd try to scare them. What she would do was plant an image in the mind. Unfortunately, she couldn't isolate just one person. Whatever image she wanted to make one person see, everyone in the room was subjected to. Her favorite thing to do was to make someone see her without any soft tissue left on her head. So you'd see her with a normal looking body, but her head was only a skull with a wig stuck on it. There would be this long vertical crack extending from the bottom to the eye socket all the way down to the bottom of the maxilla (where your teeth attach), and she'd grab hold of the pieces on either side of the crack and knock them together while she was talking to you. It was CREEPY as hell.
Somewhere in that dream, I learned that my mom was preggers with twins. I asked my dad if at least one of the babies was a girl, because I really wanted a sister.


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post Aug 30 2009, 03:52 PM
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Last night I dreamt that I was back in high school. It was lunchtime, and I was with my ex (who I was with when I was 19). It didn't occur to me to be weirded out or indignant. We were sitting there, trying to decide what we wanted for lunch, when a blizzard came along (which just never happens in west TX). I told him we should go somewhere else, because the cafeteria was going to be too crowded because of the weather. I looked away from him, then looked back. He had taken off his baseball cap, revealing the strangest looking skullet I'd ever seen. I was thinking "Oh shit, don't go superficial, now. I'd have to be a real jerk to break up with him because he has a crazy ugly looking skullet." But then I thought "Wait... this guy broke up with me... via text message.... because I had the audacity to ask him if he'd been tested for STDs after he told me a previous GF had run around on him... hm..." So at that point I decided that sometime that day, I was going to dump him in the most jerk way possible. Unfortunately, the dream didn't go that far. It ended with me wondering where in hell I'd parked my car.


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post Aug 28 2009, 05:39 PM
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I had such a strange dream last night. In the dream I was alone in a house with my friend's boyfriend. But the guy in the dream was actually her real life brother but in the dream he was her boyfriend. Anyway, in the dream we were talking and we knew that something was going to happen and then we started to have sex. I pushed him off me after a minute or so and kept saying "No, no, I can't do this to M." I was so afraid that he was going to tell her what happened and there were times when I thought she knew but wasn't saying anything.
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post Aug 21 2009, 05:26 AM
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I dreamed last night that someone started several Men Only threads in Media Whores. Every man I've ever known to post here was involved (even Lije[sp] who, to this remains one of the most spectacular meltodowns I've ever seen here.) I was so upset I was telling everyone, "I'm cool with men being here but they need to realize this is OUR SPACE!"


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post Aug 20 2009, 09:58 PM
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I had a really weird dream last night. I was in some kind of class with all women, it may have been a photography class. Anyway, it had kind of an America's Next Top Model feel to it because the teacher came to us and told us that we were going to get a chance to photograph Gwen Stefani. The way it was said reminded me of all those times on ANTM when Mr. Jay says they'll be working with some famous photog and the girls pretend to be excited.

Anyway, Gwen arrives and it's her wedding day and she's wearing a blue lengha. I wanted to show off and greet her in Punjabi but then she responded in some completely different way and I realized it was because her Indian mother-in-law was from the south whereas Punjab is in the north. I guess in the dream she was actually marrying Tony Kanal (the bassist of No Doubt) and that's why the whole wedding was Indian. Anyway, I don't remember much after that. It was just weird seeing Gwen sit there in a lengha and be so smiley and gracious while young women took her picture.
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post Aug 16 2009, 07:19 PM
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Had a couple glasses of wine with dinner last night and I think they interacted strangely with one of my supplements. I've been taking St. John's wort for 2 months and I just started taking tulsi (holy basil) this week after finding it on clearance at work and hearing about its relaxing qualities. I was lying in bed, starting to drift off, and suddenly I felt like I was having a mushroom flashback. My body felt incredibly strange and compressed, and I felt like if I looked down at it it would look short and distorted, like I was standing in deep water. There was even a slight spinny, wavy sensation. When I finally managed to get to sleep, I had obnoxious, noisy, fucked up, unpleasant dreams all night. I don't remember much anymore, but I know they were mostly about my ex. Ugh. Oh, I do remember one detail, though. I was in the desert, and there was this big box just sitting there, like a go-go cage in a bar, and a girl was dancing in it, so I went over to watch her. I found her really unattractive, but somehow I ended up in a threesome with her and another girl. At first I was kind of like, ew, what am I doing, but I started to get into it anyway and when I wasn't paying attention she kind of morphed and became much more attractive. And later in the dream I was having sex with a really hot guy. Oh, and I was living in a big strange house, and I had to go back and work at the cafe I worked at all last summer and despised, only I had to work alone in the kitchen and all the people I used to know were gone and it all felt very sinister. Wow. It all just kind of came flooding back. What a weird night.


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post Aug 16 2009, 09:41 AM
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I don't know if this is because of all the wedding talk in Kvetch Up but last night I had a dream that candycane_boy proposed but he gave me the ugliest ring ever! It was like this puprle-y gem and gold ring and it was plastic and reminiscent of a ring pop. And I wanted to say yes but I kept thinking "holy shit, that's the ring?!" And so I said yes but I wouldn't wear the ring unless he was around and I didn't know how to tell him that I hated the ring. It reminded me ever so slightly of that Sex and the City episode when Carrie won't wear her engagement ring on her finger.
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post Jul 17 2009, 07:52 PM
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epi- i hear over-the-counter sleeping herbs like kava kava and valerian root potentiate dreams...



i had another fucking wedding dream. the color theme was red, white and blue (!) i was the drunk bride, and i was on a carriage, drunk and belligerent. offstage, i fall, have head trauma, die.

in the next scene, i'm still me, but i'm charged with doing an autopsy on a drunk bride who fell and died.

cut back to the wedding, i'm me (the non-bride), and one of my bosses is there, and i'm discussing the case with him. his hospital staff isn't cooperating with something, so i start yelling, "Dr. X gets what Dr. X. wants!! If he wants to write for herb for Lance Armstrong, he's gonna write herb for Lance Armstrong!" (Amstrong, meanwhile, high as fuck and resting on a couch nearby).

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as a side note, datagirl mentioned elsewhere that she stopped having bad dreams after she removed a dreamcatcher from over her bed. i'm paradoxically superstitious, so this struck a chord; i noticed i had really intense, mostly unfavorable dreams, when i had one over my bed :::shrugs:::

i used to keep a dream journal when i was a mere 'tween. for what reason, i'm not sure, other than to document the bizarrity (i'm making that a word now) of it all, or to ascribe meaning to it all.

the "purpose of dreams" is right up there with "wtf happened to the dinosaurs" on my List of Things to Ask At The Pearly Gates.
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post Jun 23 2009, 12:07 PM
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I had a really intense sex dream about a good friend last night. It's not the first time, either. I've been attracted to him since forever and we connect really well and have a lot of fun together, and sometimes I sense that he might like me, too, but I just really don't think it's in the cards for us. We're better as friends. So I love having these dreams. I get to have it both ways! This one was really good because it was a little bit lucid, so I had a little control over what was happening, and it was quite realistic. We were just hanging out together like we always do, and I was feeling this really intense sexual tension and assuming it was just me, until we found ourselves standing close together and our eyes met and I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. And there was a really realistic moment of hesitation when I was (actually, probably both of us were) thinking "oh shit, is this really happening? Am I just imagining this? I shouldn't do it. I could just be making a mistake. No, look at his eyes. This is really happening. I should just do it. No, I shouldn't. Oh, fuck it." Wow. It was so awesome I almost wanna post it in the portions thread! Yay for dream sex!

I love lucid dreams. I wish I had them more. I have trouble striking that balance where you're awake enough to know you're dreaming and manipulate that dream but you're still asleep enough to keep it going. I always come on a little too strong and wake myself up. At least I managed to work it out today! I think I did wake myself up in the end, but I kept it going for a while. I need to start keeping a dream journal again. I used to, when I was 11 or 12, but I really hate journaling and I always get bored and give up. But while I was keeping that journal I found it so much easier to remember dreams, and not just the ones I'd written down. It was like by accessing that part of my brain more frequently to write down the dreams, and then to reread and remember them, I increased my capacity to access it. Normally I don't remember my dreams for longer than 5 minutes after I wake up. But for months after I stopped journaling I was able to remember a lot more dreams with a lot more clarity.

There's a legal herb with a name I've forgotten that, when you drink a strong infusion of it, is supposed to give you incredible dreams. They call it dream-tripping. Anyone here tried it?


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post Jun 18 2009, 10:51 PM
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I feel like it was my mind battling with the idea of what certain people may think I'm supposed to be doing versus what I actually enjoy doing. Or is that interpretation too obvious?

well that's what i would have said it meant, rose. sometimes the reading is pretty upfront. *shrugs*

my alternate theory was that you were reliving your dinner. something about girls tearing up your cupcakes. frosting representing tums, but when i type it out it sounds silly.


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post Jun 18 2009, 09:08 PM
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I had so many crazy wedding dreams before I got married! I'm not surprised that most couples experience the same phenomena. In one of my crazy wedding dreams, I hadn't reviewed our vows before the ceremony & I ended up having to say the WEIRDEST shit! Something about fish or whatever. I couldn't figure out why my wedding vows said anything about fish! And I didn't know if I should stop the minister in front of God and everybody and say, "What the hell are you talking about?" or if I should just politely go along with the ceremony. So strange. I know that I had this dream because a friend of mine did not review the traditional Russian wedding vows her husband-to-be wanted to use for their ceremony. Imagine her surprise when she found herself standing in front of the congregation, vowing to obey him! They divorced a few years later.


The other night I dreamt that I was icing a big pile of cupcakes. And I was really annoyed because I don't particularly like cupcakes (I hate the hassle of putting frosting on each one) and I felt like I was only making all these damn cupcakes because it's the trendy thing to do (Will the cupcake trend end already please? I'm ready for a different food fad) so I just felt angry and resentful, but I just kept icing all those damn cupcakes. I feel like it was my mind battling with the idea of what certain people may think I'm supposed to be doing versus what I actually enjoy doing. Or is that interpretation too obvious?

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