Soñé que estaba en una especie de habitación de hotel, pero la habitación en lugar de terminar en una pared al fondo continuaba con otro habitación como si fueran escalones de habitaciones, o un hotel escalera, fajaba con un señor en la cama que se encontraba abajo de las escaleras del cuarto superior, entonces se escuchaba que comenzaba a bajar alguien, era Britney Spears, me sentía apenado y simplemente me escondía en un cuarto de servicio que estaba a un lado.
“And so it was that when the mists rolled in like a Fog of War, the soldiers would lower their muskets and draw their swords. The Sons and Daughters of Ardfilimore learned long ago that when the mists emerged, one had no choice but to get closer.”
November 21, 2021-November 22, 2021 – I was watching Monsters, Inc. Mike Wazowski was in line in a group of monsters who were being given their abilities so that they could go scare kids, or make kids laugh. After Mike got his powers, he went over to his transporting device. It was a box that he barely fit in. I felt a little claustrophobic in there. You were supposed to wait to be sucked…
I heard this song on the commute this morning and it really had the best uplifting beat. I was on a new wave kick and I especially fucks with it in the morning so this was a perfect pick up track and it was an ear worm.
i was a bunny plushie, trying to get across a tf2 map safely to look for someone. i had white fur, and stuck out like a sore thumb.
spys were targeting me, and i was begging other classes to help me pass. i remember this heavy protecting me along with a sniper, and i thanked them so much for their help as i made my way underground.
once i was underground, i found myself in a sewer, with the walls lined with stone. i came into this room, and on the ground there was toys of all kinds lying around.
in the corner i see a small girl, and i go over to her to tell her that we need to get out of here.
suddenly, the wall bursts open, with an old woman in this huge crab like machine. she laughs with malice in her voice, and kidnaps the girl before i could get to her.
i sigh, tiredly, as i go around to pick up the toys to build something to catch up. i woke up before i could see the project, however.
My dream self maintains a sustained involvement in the highest level of metacognitive dreaming (as well as the highest degree of perceptual vividness regarding my illusory dream body) triggered by my vestibular and somatosensory responses to REM atonia.
I experience indescribable feelings of bliss.
I fly around freely in a standing position, at first in a setting that is the size of the Cubitis house's large backyard but which has the essence of the backyard of my present home.
I welcome and indulge in the blissful and vivid sensations of rain falling upon me as I fly swiftly above and close to palm trees and their swaying leaves. I vividly feel both the raindrops and the tips of palm leaves. I vocalize my pleasure "aloud" (though within the dream state). I shout "wow" a few times.
This event, flying in a standing position in the rain, complete with three-dimensional auditory phasing, is one of my most enjoyable types of dream state experiences.
After I fly over and through the area for several minutes, I enter a different level of awareness. Cerebral initiatives integrate to where I begin to seek text (even though I know that getting a "message" in a dream as such is nonsensical).
Indoor-outdoor ambiguity becomes predominant even though I am still flying. It is as if I am simultaneously flying freely over a landscape but within a large building with sparsely arranged furniture. I see a table to my right that contains cards in a vertical position. The text keeps changing, though at one point is "L DAN L CUB," and changes to "L NAD L CAN." Other similar patterns, I do not recall.
I summon Zsuzsanna, and we indulge in several sexual escapades, a couple of which are physically impossible and somewhat abstract (despite the level of tactile realism). After about ten different outcomes, I choose to leave the dream state.
For new readers or the inexperienced:
Typical Dream State Attributes:
Indoor-outdoor ambiguity occurs in most of my sleep cycles at one point. This distorted perception is from the mental and physical duality of dreaming, creating the perception of being inside the room of a house and in a landscape simultaneously. This attribute is not the same as when my dream self thinks the sky is a ceiling or vice versa. Ultimately, the causality seems to tie into the dynamics of REM atonia in contrast to the levels of initializing mobility.
Falling, floating, and flying (not usually in the same part of my sleep cycle) have occurred every sleep cycle since my earliest memories.
Seeking text occurs most sleep cycles. This process was a factor before I could efficiently read in waking life. Sometimes text is unchanging and readable, but in other cases, it is not. It depends on my level of metacognition.
Atypical (in contrast to popular but mistaken dream lore) Dream State Attributes:
My dreams have always been metacognitive on one level or another (as a lack of metacognitive awareness would not even be possible during REM sleep navigation, at least for me). However, the falsehoods of "lucid dreaming" propaganda seem to have brainwashed many people (especially the asinine false claim that dream control and lucidity are synonymous). Some people claim that when they "become lucid," they wake up immediately. For me, metacognitive awareness (and familiarity with dreaming processes and phasing responses) holds me in the dream state (when I want it to), but to where I made an extra effort to abandon the dream state in this case (though that is uncommon for me, as it depends more on my levels of natural melatonin and serotonin as well as sleeping position).
Dreams do not create symbols or symbolism in the conventional sense. To explain why; vestibular and somatosensory phasing (often resulting in imaginary falling, flying, floating, sliding, or rising sensations) is a physiological response to the ambiguous dynamics of REM atonia as a result of REM sleep. The mistaken belief and practice of "dream interpretation" should not corrupt legitimate knowledge of causality.
Started in a weird jungle based neighborhood. I realized that a neighbors house had caught fire and was trying to help make sure everything was put out. Meanwhile, I realized their two kids were still inside and rushed in to lead them to safety. They were in a kind of dissociated shock, and only muttered that their parents left them to burn.
Later, I was talking to a man who ruled the land i was in. He introduced himself to me, though I dont remember his name- just that he was tall, had long hair, and was very kind and gentle. He reminded me that the world i was in was not my own world and that I needed to return home. A crowd of young women in black dresses stampeded down the hall, lifting me and whisking me away to be woken up
Recién terminé de leer un artículo acerca de la posibilidad de que en el futuro se implanten publicidades en los sueños. Me hizo acordar a dos cosas: primero, un capítulo de Futurama, en el que efectivamente plantaban propagandas en los sueños de la gente; segundo, un cuento de Villiers de L'Isle-Adam, escrito a fines del siglo XIX, en el cual se utilizaba el firmamento para promocionar distintos productos.
Me apena mucho que haya gente que no vea nada de malo con implantar algo tan vacuo en el inconsciente de la gente. Los sueños son de las poquísimas cosas que para mí tienen carácter sagrado. Ahí nadie más puede entrometerse, nadie —ni siquiera nuestro propio ego, que tan activo está durante el día— puede decirnos qué está permitido pensar y qué no. En los sueños hay materia prima, material en bruto que uno después puede analizar y repensar al despertar. La mera idea de llenar un espacio sacro con una publicidad me parece aberrante y nefasta.
Creo que mucha gente no le da su merecida importancia a los sueños. Es una pena. Creo que seríamos mucho más conscientes de muchísimas cosas si le dedicáramos apenas unos minutos al día a intentar recordar y registrar lo que soñamos, por pequeño que sea.
Like I was fighting with a guy I was dating in the dream (I didn't even know the dude in the dream yet I felt like I knew him) and then we had makeup sex. Dang it felt real too, down to me experiencing an orgasm in the dream.
Idk why I'm sharing this but felt the need to info dump lmao
DREAM SIX: THE GAS STATION SHOOTOUT, THE GREEN-HAIRED ALIEN AND THE UNDEAD BOYFRIEND
In last night's dream, everyone could see my "true form" except for me. I was this beautiful alien with green hair and closely resembled a certain comic book villain - and I desperately wanted to see myself. I was sick of my human body. I was sick of my own reflection. I went from person to person, asking what they saw when they looked at me, and they all saw what I could not. They reassured me I would see it too one day. This didn't ease the pain. At all. My heart was aching.
I suddenly found myself at a gas station I used to work at (in real life, years ago). It was night. My deceased boyfriend (who died in 2014 in real life) was very much alive in this dream and was smoking a cigarette out front with a small group of strangers. When I stepped outside with them I got a bad feeling, and so I called my mom to pick me up. Seconds later, I heard gunfire and called 911, but to no avail - there was only static and a mechanical voice on the line. All I could do was run away.
ahhhhhhh last night marked my first airport-centered stress dream before travelling. we’re really in it now lads
#dream me forgot to do online check in before getting to the airport #so i was just scrambling to get a boarding pass #which like. isn't an issue in real world airports there are kiosks to get those things. #but dream airport of nightmares? nah. none of that #verbs whines for ts #dream journal
#Journal #I had a stressful dream #It was really while and involved me desperately trying to get lunch #Being experimented on and judged. #And being forced to work on a beach along with hundreds of others. #All that really stuck with me was the fact my file codename was Alone. #That's fun.
There was a whole pile that led up to this, but I don’t remember much now and am trying to write this whilst a cat is trying to get between me and the phone causing more to fade.
I know dad at one point said he wanted to move to Daylesford and I was wondering when we had to get out of the house as someone else had bought it. I was in year 12 and exams were coming up and I didn’t know where we were going to live.
Somehow I was sitting in the driver’s seat if dad’s red Commodore in a car park near a cliff/steep hill edge. Other people were in the car. I wanted to get the car away from the edge, but there was no reverse gear and no matter what I did I ended up rolling forward to bump into the last flimsy old wooden fence before the edge, like the old fences between the houses back in my childhood, only lower.
I got out of the car and so did other people, but also Lordaeron, Tanaris, and another smaller tortoiseshell kitten (teenage not baby) that was called Cinder. I’d only known Lordaeron was in the car before we got out.
do you ever like. dream from the perspective of a character and then get sad when you wake up like i hope they have a good life… in whatever universe they’re in…
#signed sealed delivered #lionfish tom the teen pirate king i hope you survive your duel… i hope you and your boyfriend get to be happy #he was such a vivid character like he felt so real and he was a completely different personality than me. fully realized creation #maybe i should share my dream journal with you all