I don't generally remember my dreams

Bidin~Time

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But here lately, my dreams wake me, and for a short while, I'll remember bits and pieces.

In the one that woke me earlier, I was trying to go to a code, and got separated from everyone. The longer I ran towards the code, the more lost I became. The more lost I became, the stranger the things i saw. A girl sitting in an egg shaped pod getting her teeth lasered all the way to nubs. Some shirtless man joined me as i ran, put his arm around me, stopped me and I kissed him.

Maybe I'm working too much?


Oh and, be forewarned, the first person to call me Yates is gonna get throat punched.
 
I make a point to disremember all my dreams.

The world is safer that way.

Trust me.
 
consider yourself throat punched...hard...with brass knuckles

Dreams are how you straighten out the fuck ups of the day. The ones you remember are linked to those really fucked up situations that have not been resolved.
But then if I take a Vicodin all my dreams are really wild.
 
I love my dreams it's like my other life....


As a kid I had fairly frequent lucid dreams, that continued into adulthood when I started reading/consulting with folks about it and I taught myself to lucid dream all the time. I enjoyed sleeping and look forward to being god of my little universe for a third of the day. Then I got shot in the head, and after that I've never been able to control the story line/environment like I used to be able to, I still know I'm dreaming but I can't really do anything about it. Which has turned out to be a blessing and a curse for my dream world. It's awesome because the story changes and I get cool stuff showing up, and it's a cruse because sometimes my brain goes scum bag on me and it's a rough ride, like a bad trip I can't stop.

Dreaming is a bizarre state of mind......I wonder if we will ever fully understand what it's all about.
 
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Dreams are how you straighten out the fuck ups of the day. The ones you remember are linked to those really fucked up situations that have not been resolved.
But then if I take a Vicodin all my dreams are really wild.


*note to self never take Vicodin*

I love my dreams it's like my other life....


As a kid I had fairly frequent lucid dreams, that continued into adulthood when I started reading/consulting with folks about it and I taught myself to lucid dream all the time. I enjoyed sleeping and look forward to being god of my little universe for a third of the day. Then I got shot in the head, and after that I've never been able to control the story line/environment like I used to be able to, I still know I'm dreaming but I can't really do anything about it. Which has turned out to be a blessing and a curse for my dream world. It's awesome because the story changes and I get cool stuff showing up, and it's a cruse because sometimes my brain goes scum bag on me and it's a rough ride and it's like a bad trip I can't stop.

Dreaming is a bizarre state of mind......I wonder if we will ever fully understand what it's all about.

Maybe we aren't meant to understand them. They are mysteries not meant to be unraveled?
 
*note to self never take Vicodin*



Maybe we aren't meant to understand them. They are mysteries not meant to be unraveled?

If you want a classical view on what they all mean you have to read Freud, the original Victorian dirty old man.
 
Lately I've had this incessant eye and nose twitch. It comes and goes in random bouts of spastic goodness but for the life of me I don't know why.
 
I try to work with directed dreams. I fall asleep with an image or scenario firmly in mind, usually about doing something exotic. I always wake with something else infesting my consciousness. Oh bother.
 
Wow, I thought I knew what exceptionally vivid dreams were....then I took a Tramodone one night.

Dear God. :eek:
 
If you want a classical view on what they all mean you have to read Freud, the original Victorian dirty old man.

Lord only knows how Freud would twist my dreams. I'm sure I would be forever traumitized.

Lately I've had this incessant eye and nose twitch. It comes and goes in random bouts of spastic goodness but for the life of me I don't know why.

I hate twitches

I try to work with directed dreams. I fall asleep with an image or scenario firmly in mind, usually about doing something exotic. I always wake with something else infesting my consciousness. Oh bother.

Dos that really work for some people?

Wow, I thought I knew what exceptionally vivid dreams were....then I took a Tramodone one night.

Dear God. :eek:

Note to self never take vicodin or tramadone
 
Lord only knows how Freud would twist my dreams. I'm sure I would be forever traumitized.



I hate twitches



Dos that really work for some people?



Note to self never take vicodin or tramadone

It can be infuriating while I work, but at other times it's more funny than anything. I feel like my nose is doing it on purpose, but then again, he is a strange fellow. Never really know what's going on in his follicles.
 
It can be infuriating while I work, but at other times it's more funny than anything. I feel like my nose is doing it on purpose, but then again, he is a strange fellow. Never really know what's going on in his follicles.

I sometimes get eye twitches. Apparently, they are only noticeable to me, but I feel as though people think i'm randomly winking
 
I sometimes get eye twitches. Apparently, they are only noticeable to me, but I feel as though people think i'm randomly winking

That's mainly my only concern. It always feels like people can tell my nose is practically vibrating. I'd hate for someone to think I'm wrinkling my nose in disgust at them, especially since it's such a foreign feeling that I'm sure I spend most of my time contorting my face into different expressions to try and rid myself of the horrid spell. Is there no cure?!
 
That's mainly my only concern. It always feels like people can tell my nose is practically vibrating. I'd hate for someone to think I'm wrinkling my nose in disgust at them, especially since it's such a foreign feeling that I'm sure I spend most of my time contorting my face into different expressions to try and rid myself of the horrid spell. Is there no cure?!

I always chalk it up to lack of sleep or stress. I have a tendency to internalize stress.
 
I know lots about dreams, and forever I really knew they mean nothing, because the bestest brainiacs say so. But that aint so, and a while back I discovered it aint so when I wanted to dream about something particular and it happened.

So then I worked at doing it again.

We dream all the time, every 90 minutes.

So what I do now is put my dream cycle to work uncovering solutions to problems and questions I have no time to consciously contemplate.

All I get from food are farts and reflux.
 
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