zzz - dream

Another video game dream. Was playing some Grand Theft Auto game. Actually, watching my brother play it. We had been getting killed or arrested pretty often and were trying to survive for a bit, but he had gotten into some crowded, fast traffic and it ended up where the only way to avoid a fatal crash was to do a move that would cause a police car to swerve and collide with an oncoming car, starting a chase. He did so, and in the ensuing swarm managed to get the cop cars to swerve similarly. Getting onto a bigger highway, there was a bunch of trucks hauling explosives crowded going up a hill.

We knew about this area, and that it was super dangerous since if the trucks started exploding it could easily catch up with you. But we figured we should try placing bombs to set off behind up to catch the chasing cops us and try to outrun the explosion. The bombs were laid on the road as white-red flashing squares, and we went up easily going between trucks. oddly, nothing seemed to happen when we tries to set off the bombs, but no cops caught up with us either.

At the top of the hill, there was some glitched area that made a sudden drop-off. Going down, we land safely and see two streams of trucks continuously pouring into the flat grey ground, going straight through it, and partial backfaces of the glitched cliff we fell off. I want to see what's there if we go even further, but my brother walks the player character into he stream of falling trucks where he immediately dies. I'm a bit annoyed and wake up.

Several nights ago I dreamed again that I was on vacation at the beach, in a condo by the shore. There was a storm and we were about to leave, but I opened the window one last time to look at the approaching storm and feel the air from the balcony. I was told it would get here sooner than I thought, and was trying to compensate for that, checking when I thought it was about twice as many minutes away as I thought I needed to go out and get in safely.

But as soon as I opened I felt it pick up, and the speed of it felt like it could tell I made an opening in the structure protecting us from it. I closed the glass door, but the wind started pulling so hard I could see sand being sucked through the crack under the door. I turned to run, but before I could get out of the room the whole thing started tilting toward the storm. I remember seeing my family getting ready to pull out at some point, in some SUV, but knowing I was trapped inside they came to my rescue only to be pulled in. We were stuck in a room with a storm fast approaching us to take in the entire structure, and would pull it right off its foundations. I did not see a way to get out safely.

I dreamed of being at the computer but also in my bed, sort of switching between while being two places at once rather than having the comptuer at my bed. I was reading about artificial hands, maybe androids in gneeral, and how they were bocoming mroe lifelike, sometimes even intistinguishable from normal hands by regular observation. I was doubting that, but also I was trying to wake up in my bed, and wasn't sure why my hand wasn't moving. Maybe sleep paralysis? I move my other limbs though, and-Oh, somehow I now had a robot hand sticking right out of my matress where I thought my own hand was? I guess it was put there as a prank to show how lifelike they really were. I wonder who put it there.

I was with my mom, and forget what we did at first but decided our activity required something we didn't have so we went to the mall to buy it. She looked around and I looked mostly at verious restaraunts wondering if we would eat out. We were going to leave soon, my mom said so, and I figured I only had time to see one more store of the set of them I figured might have something interesting. There was only one left to visit anyway, but I was distracted rrom it when the sight of a new store caught my attention.

It was a physical mall outlet called Learn to Program, and the room was clear aside from a huge slab in the middle surrounded by a few children and attrendants. All its surfaces glowed white aside from a few shapes on the surfaces and the objects floating accross the slab like air hockey pucks as the kids played with them, both solid red. I walked past and noticed a door leading to another oom in the back.

It was another restaraunt, a bar dressed up for Halloween to be exact. I saw bartender dressed as a witch, and thought that was interesting since I had thought about how I read about and recently practiced telekinetically flying. It was difficult to stay up because the mental action used for pulling myself around was hampered by my attempts to focus and generally awkward. Flying is not something I often do in dreams.

After a few attempts I managed to stay up long enough to go about showing off my ability to the completely unentirested staff and equally unimpressed bartender, who seemed like she dind't notice. Figuring it meant floatation was just a common thing and not impressive, I dind't let that curb my enthusiasm to leave for the main mall and practice going faster to build speed and keep myself aloft at higher altitude.

I awoke to my bed, but falsely, for the dream continued. I found I could not fly, as of course it was only a dream that I could. But was it? I decided I should practice to be sure, and this required keeping my eyes closed until I was air-going. I had to opened my eyes while going down the stairs to the landing to not fall down them, then decided I should get on all fours and crawl down to keep my eyes shut.

I stood up when I thought I heard my mom, but then headed back and looked at the front door. I forget if she was asleep or talked to me. The furniture was different, though at the time I didd't notice.

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Was exploring a huge old Victorian style building, of some number of floors much higher than such wooden building actually can get, with my mom and dog. We were being careful not to desturb it but at some point it started collapsing. I figured my dog was in more danger and followed her, and at we were separated from my mom at points. She kept laying down like se was too lazy to go further, and I worried she would get stuck and be hurt as parts of the building crumbled around us, but whenever something collapsed that would make we fall she would just slide down and tumble on to the floor below unharmed, returning to her position of laying on the floor. I dind't reach the exit, but woke when I figured my dog somehow knew how to keep safe.

I have read a bunch of these. I am kinda glad that so many people have really fuarrrking weird dreams. It's a little comforting to know I'm not a lone crazy person.

>walking through this fictional city with huge skycrapers for all of the buildings
>black friday
>thousands of rats running everywhere while people sort of ignore them
>guy tells me that it's the night of the king of the rats
>the night is named that way because there's so much garbage for them to feast on
>rats keep jumping all over me. One bites me but the rust just clamber over me because I'm in their way
>this somehow turns into an organized tournament with rats dueling each other
>the rat that represents where I live defeats all the others and is crowned king
>time skip to the next night
>walking again and there's more rats fighting
>I start to panic because I hate seeing these rats and I just start running and yelling like and idiot
>see this really bitchy woman from work
>she says something rude about me being a coward or whatever
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>>1791
>guy tells me that it's the night of the king of the rats
>the night is named that way because there's so much garbage for them to feast on

great dream, this bit in particular gave me a laugh

>i'm at some grand house in the countryside, and I'm in finest clothes and apparently I have to meet someone important
>become acutely aware that I need to pee real bad, so i go to the find the bathroom
>i get there, but there's a huge queue of hundreds of old men in wigs or in wheelchairs, all hitting each other and arguing
>i decide to pee outside, but it's raining hard and there are security cameras everywhere, and I can't find a quiet spot
>the gardener or groundskeeper comes up to me, and pulls back his coat revealing loads of tiny little bottles and sells me one to pee in
>i try as hard as i can, but i just can't get a single drop out
>everybody comes out of the house to try and find me
>all of a sudden, giant metallic pipes started protruding out of the walls and windows, and all of them start pumping piss and steam out of them at high pressure, soaking me and everything around me, creating huge piss streams and puddles
>one of the piss streams flips a car over and it bounces somehow and hits me, waking me up

The entire dream felt like I was in the movie Brazil

>>1793
I could not help but honestly laugh aloud at this dream. That sounds fantastic.

Anyway. Here is a dream from a few nights ago.

>I am at work with a good friend/coworker (real person from an old job, I am still in touch with them)
>it is dark outside, raining perhaps but hard to tell, there are no windows that I can see out of but that does not seem alarming. There are lights on.
>We talk about something, I think the Apollo program but I cannot really remember details. The Apollo program makes sense with the setting
>An older woman that neither of us know shows up and starts in on the conversation with us, we let them in like nothing is strange about it
>Soon I realize that we are all talking in Esperanto. We carry on in Esperanto talking about the same topic,
>I notice that, although the older woman really knows Esperanto, my friend does not, and that it therefore is probably a dream,
>And I
Wake up.

>>1791
>He's the killer who murders other serial killers

top pred

>>390
Thank you very much. Something like this I've been looking for. After all the article in the op is over 30 years old. The removing part probably backs up the learning part, like a garbage collector cleaning out the memory, making place for more appropriate information.

>>388
That makes it hard for me to argument.

>>390
Hey OP, just need to mention this
from http://www.gwern.net/DNB%20FAQ#benefits
Apparently training your short term memory through memory games makes you remember dreams better and have more lucid dreams.
Same effect is done by dream journals…..Even though memory games are on different level than short term memory, could we say that both of them have good effect on self-consciousness through practice of memory?

>>378
was going to start attempting to remember my dreams, not anymore.

How does one get into AI research?

>>388
In my opinion the "beyond" and "inner" states you speak of are really just the first step towards the experience of no experience. Nothing is Infinite, clearly.

I'm fascinated with the philosophical aspects of Zen Buddhism and have listened to absolutely every Alan Watts resource I could get my hands on, for whatever that's worth, and I believe that Zen is completely worthless and totally devoid of all meaning whatsoever. The same for all experiences and beliefs that come from it.

EXCEPT, of course, for whatever worth YOU see in them. This is a prime function of consciousness, I think, to differentiate between that which has worth and that which does not. But these differentiations are perfectly meaningless as well.

EXCEPT, of course, for...

I've been thinking about it more and more lately, since they've gotten a lot more vivid following my keeping a dream journal.

>>1763
Seriously, anon, do it. If you ever feel like you are having an artist's block it is always good to refer back to your dreams.

>>1762
I wouldn't know how it'd make sense to people.
There's too many zombies in my dream but no one's bothered by them.

>>1765
Oh gee uh... hope you know dreaming of zombies is supposed to mean you're feeling dead inside

But dreams are pretty good ref material when you've hit a wall in your writing ideas! Especially when you've just had a super cool dream you can't get out of your head

I was thinking about using my dreams as the basis for a GURPS campaign, I still have to work it out more.

Most of my nightmares revolve around the passion of Christ. When I was a kid I was traumatized by a movie (not Mel Gibson's one, which came after). Most of the time I'm just a spectator to some crucifixion or flagellation. Just one time I was the victim of other people's violence and that was the most vivid and worst nightmare I've ever had.
Still today, I cannot stand Easter holiday because of that childhood experience.

This >>1416
What do you guys think?

I used to have this recurring nightmare once a week when I was 15-17.

It would always start out as a normal memory of the many car rides I shared with my mother usually on the way to my therapist. For some reason we were always headed west, out of our city, even though my therapist's office is downtown (east). An argument, that I can never remember, would start between my mother and I as we went over a highway overpass.As the argument started to escalate the steepness of the overpass would increase simultaneously. Sometimes my sister was in the car seated in the back normally not saying anything to either of us. The steepness would keep on increasing until it reached a ninety degree angle or close as the argument was climaxing. Sometimes the dream would end during the free-fall, and sometimes it would end before we fell. The really freaky part about it was that my mother and I would never stop arguing, almost ignoring the situation around us. During the variants where my sister is in the car I would always run to her room and wake her up and she would calm me down while listening me explain the dream.

Sometimes this overpass nightmare would transition from a similar nightmare where a burnt out shell of a car idles up my driveway and into my garage.

>>1340
unrelated but I sometimes forget how goat skeletor is. he's a god-wizard with unlimited power but contents himself by pissing about with a homosexual body builder. he's like a gay evil tom bombadil with a skull for a face.

So OP, have you seen Slacker? It's the guys first film. The beginning of Walking Life is a reference to Slacker. After these two movies he went on to do A Scanner Darkly.

>>1776
No, I'll have to check it out! A Scanner Darkly was great, but I hardly remember the plot besides something about pills. Guess I'll be watching that as well after Slacker.

>>1776
I enjoyed Slacker but I'm not to interested in the Rotoscope style that is in A Scanner Darkly and what looks to be in the OP. How are the other's similar to Slacker?

>>1781
Walking life is the same as Slacker as far as the lack of a plot, and how the movie is all dialog. Walking Life is only similar to A Scanner Darkly in that it is animated the same.

A Scanner Darkly is a Phillip K. Dick book.

>>1782
I can't believe the diversity in his films... he also made one of the only romance trilogies I actually like.

sage because off topic as all hell now

polite sage

going to sleep as well. Goodnight Lain!

night

I'm taking a nap today. good sleep friends!

>cozy

don't expect it to last.

i hope everybuddy in this thread is getting in some good rests

>>1643
I hadnt remembered any dreams for a long time then i started a dream journal. In the third or so day i vaugly remembered a sound then after a couple more days a color then after a while people, then full dreams. I guarantee that if we measured your brainwaves when sleeping thiugh, it would show activity indicative of dreams.

>>1644
>>1645
I just sleep and wake up, but i not have notion of time.

>>1646
Again, you just have fuarrrkall dream recall- to not dream would mean that you don't have REM sleep, in which case you need to see a sleep doctor ASAP.

Try a dream journal, even if the first few pages are nothing but "didn't remember tonight" or do some lucid dreaming techniques- they'll help out a lot.

>>1646
thats how its fuarrrking supposed to be. you still had a dream, that is NORMAL to sleep and wake up with no notion of time jesus. the reason there is a gap is because you cant remember what happened during that time, your dream that is.

sorry if i sound aggressive but this is frustrating.

when you "sleep" do you encounter a period where time passes and you aren't aware of what's going on until you "wake up".

cool

>>1707
its psychology related and I didn't want to put it in /r
in retrospect I should have made it more dream related

INTJ, again. I seem to shift between INTP and INTJ when I take these tests. I guess we am in good company here. Me and all you introverts.

INTP! 3 percent of the population (80% on Lainchan tho)!

probably far more turbulent than im putting down. also it was somewhat conscious efforts that shifted me more from feeling to thinking as of the past couple of years.

The only emotion I ever felt in dreams was sadness. I remember waking up and my pillow was dipped in tears. It's strange how we feel emotions in dreams and express those IRL.

One time I woke up on tears. Sad dream alert.
I had dreamt that my grandmother was making me breakfast, then someone came in and wounded her with a pike, I killed him and saw my grandmother dying, but she was using her last forces to finish making me that breakfast. I crawled next to her and told her that she didn't have to do that, then woke up crying.

But your dreams looks like it was all about making you feel these feelings, mine was a lot lighter, just very sad.