>>585

"I revert to my earlier statement"

I had one of these once.

I remember in the dream, I became trapped in some kind of... I dunno, I guess the best way to describe it would be like a trick room. It was a cube-shaped room that had multiple high platforms and a couple of visible exits, but the exits would usually lead you straight back in.

There was one other person in the room with me, a guy. He had red hair and a black piercing on his lip, he also wore tattered and kind of punk-looking clothes. His eyes really stood out, too, they were a really bright lime green. Almost glowing.

Anyway, we were trapped there together so we started bonding while trying to escape. I remember getting to know him and maybe even falling for him, but before that could happen he found an exit and let me escape. That's when I woke up.

I remember I had drawn a picture of him, maybe I'll see if I can find it even though it's old.

Shit, I forgot about this. Thanks for replying, everyone, super-interesting!

>>655
That'd be great. Really, if I could, I would totally try to draw the woman I encountered. Sadly, it's been too long.

i just had a dream like that today.
i can't remember it well, but i was in a party and this girl appeared and started talking with me about some random things, but then for some reason she had to leave. and i stood there watching her fade while she ran away.
it was so sad x.x

Inb4 Soylent Green: Bacon Flavor.

that sounds delicious...

I learned about the Donner Party the day after I read this. Oh dear.

In my dreams I'm always at ease nothing rly ever causes me mental stress and i never feel negative towards something, however i still disapprove of things, and approve of things as well...infact i act exactly how i do in the real world...I have a tendency of sometimes appearing at random in places, so i'l ask others how i got here and they'll usually respond with some sort of reasoning that is satifactory to me. Actually i almost always inquire as to where i am at the start of a dream.

There's always someone in my dream, and it's always a normal person sometimes someon i don't know or someone i do know but most of the time i don't know them, they treat me with preoper respect just as i treay them with it, however there are no voices to be heard in my dreams but we do talk, and we understand eachother without having to go into deep description, and the only time anyone ivery elaborate in what they say is when they feel the urgency to because something has happened to someone they know. Which usually ends up with me doing whatever i can to help.

Akmost akways some sort of an event occurs...however, everyone acts about as surprised as i might act, which usually isn't very much, and i unfortunately tend to apply normal world logic to things, usually once i do i realize that i'm actually dreaming, in which case i make one of three choices,
A. 33% of the time I go find just some random person of the opposite sex whom is usually very pretty (since most stranger girls in my dreams are pretty) and do "stuff" with them, they're usually game, and the whole time I am always aware it's a dream but i'll get pretty into it since i know this is a dream And there is no need for restraint...

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... de javu?

Well, my dreams mostly take place in a "real" world as well, although they're different in some ways.
For example, sometimes i'm unable to control what i'm doing - like, standing on a street, but i can't just walk down the street, i have to wait till the scenery changes. Or until something else happens, once i was unable to dodge a car, then i woke up lying on the floor with a stupidly aching head.
Also, mostly i'm just a spectator in my dreams, and unable to interact with other people/animals/living things.
And sometimes, the dream is just... somewhat distorted. Idk how to describe it... not just that i'm unable to decide where to move, but even unable to turn my head/look somewhere else, rarely combined with a fear of something out of my field of view i don't even want to see.

Well, i guess this relates to my life pretty well, if i think about it...

I have had dreams on both spectrums of the exciting.

Normal dreams that I usually have are simply recalls of mistakes/events in life that I want to simply fix and most often I do.
Another type is simply my creative scenary/toyroom dreams were the place/objects are very much real and I just experience.

I am very much the same, and I'm glad I'm not the only one. Every so often I will have a dream that's a bit far-fetched, but most of the time it's simply the scenarios I've been in over the past month replaying in my mind.

My dreams aren't normal, but they're usually not crazy (unless I ate something before bed or whatever) Most of the time I only remember fragments of my dreams, and no matter how crazy my dreams are they always seem real. For example, if I can't walk but can only jump walk I don't question it for a second.
Only time my dreams are extremely weird and memorable is when my writing ( I write a lot) mind is on in my dream and while sleeping my mind makes this waked up story that I'm usually watching, or playing a character in. That hardly ever happens though... but I had a dream like that last month I can still remember it to detail.

So it's a recurring dream? Or are the houses different from each other?

Could have something to do with your past life, if you believe in that.

>>661

The houses are usually different from each other as far as I can remember.

That's a pretty good explaination for it.

There was some movie I saw on tv that was about dying in dream. These two people just happen to both be trying to access the afterlife in a way they could still live by killing themselves while lucid dreaming. They found they could not kill themselves in a dream without waking, and would therefore, need to connect within the dream realm to kill each other. As away of avoiding the mind waking itself during self projection of pain. One of them actually dies and has to fight to live

No would want to kill anyone else if we actually did this. Right?

Care to explain how this is possible?

I'll apolagize first since I'm mobile right now my spelling and grammer might be bad.

The Internet is very much integrated into a persons life. We share ideas, connect, recieve feedback and so on and so forth.

My idea is that the human mind is like a webpage People view it and respond accordingly. On the physical aspect people respond to what we say and the emotions we emit.
So perhaps if out mind is a webpage then the entire human race is the Internet. Therefore we are all connected. And together we could all make a website.

A website consists of similar topics and etc. that appeal to people and have a significant purpose.
Taking that to my idea, what if...

Subject A,B,and C try this out.
Subject A would act as Moderator for B and C
B and C agree to A's idea of going to Taco Bell and get 3 Tacos. Concrete ideas and specific goals would be the key point here to ensure safety.

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>>574
i dreamt about mario galaxy back in 2004.

It was not the mario galaxy we all know.
It was more like a mario flying from floating islands to floating islands.
The first time I saw mario galaxy, the beta stage looked exactly like said dream.

These kinds of dream are called 'Precognitive dreams', where you see into the future.
I have had this happen to me many times, some are accurate, but the rest do not happen.

Well, my mario galaxy dream was different, as i said.
Not a precognitive dream actually.
It's more like a coincidence.
It's like the time I dreamt about a "second" wind waker game two years before PH's announcement.

This happens regularly to me too.

Most as you said OP were small and not that life changing.
In my opinion I like to think that youre not really have a precognative dream. But that you're subconcious has an idea and shows you it in the dream. Then subconciously in events that lead up to the main event your mind makes desicions to create the desired result.

In esscence very much like any other video game you would play.

Hmmm?

...Deeply suppressed spider fetish?

...Whoa bro. That's fucked. Congratulations!!

>>408
HOSNAP! I was just about to order some zacatechichi too... Thanks for the warning.

>>481
BE MOAR SPECIFIC PLZ! If you havent noticed, there are many 99cent stores here in California ;^; The cat nip thing has me unsure though...

MOAR DRUGS/PILLS/FOOD/TIPS NAO PLZ!

>>482
It's just called "The 99 cent store" I think. It's in Redlands or Colton or some shit. Inland Empire area. I don't fuckin' know my brain has a hard time dealing with directions and large areas and shit.

>>481
I have something very similar, and, not only does it not help my insomnia at all, but I have not seen any difference in my dreams.
Then again, I have some pretty weird dreams to begin with, so it could just go unnoticed or something.

When I was 11, I took ritalin for my ADHD.
Created some weird-ass dreams I admit.
I don't take it anymore, but some of the dreams I had I remember most of them, but not all.

>>174
Dude, this is like only a fraction of the shit I remember. I wish I had someone to sit with me and just remind me of my dreams with prompts and record them.

I don't actually try to lucid dream. My mind has free reign when I'm asleep, so it shows me whatever it can put together. I remember them depending on how my day goes after I wake up and how intense the imagery was. Sometimes it's like I'm living it, sometimes it's grainy like an old film. They usually come back to me in bits and pieces.

>>175

I figured. It's just that I can't remember any of my dreams so well, like you do. Well, I do, but not as often... Ah well. It was worth a shot to ask.

I noticed that the more creative/cognitive/intellectual mental stimulation I have during the day, the more lucid my dreams get. I had one you guys are really gonna love, but I'm still trying to make enough sense of it to write it for you.

You guys. Ugh. This dream...
Facepalm
It was so epic, but it was so stupid.

I entered a flower shop on a rainy day, the door made a lovely little chime. It was oddly dark. The flowers were kept in the type of glass-front freezers you find in grocery stores. There was a young, beautiful woman behind the counter, with a kind face and bright eyes. She looked to be closing up the store. She smiled at me, and walked into a back room, leaving the door ajar. I wandered the shop, looking for nothing in particular, and found myself gravitating towards the door.
Boy, what a mistake that was. Past the door was a hallway bathed in a red diffuse glow, such as a dark room used for developing photos. I walked a few feet, clearly disoriented, noting the hallway slowly beginning to change. Red illuminated walls turned to flesh. Flesh began to pulse. Pulsing produced sticky, vile fluid. I came to a fork in the organic hallway, and a gunshot broke through the silence. I turned around to see... myself?
The flower shop girl was a doppleganger, and now it took my form. Presently, it was pointing a pistol in my face. I took off running, and a chase ensued through the repetitive hall of flesh. My doppleganger never seemed to run out of bullets. Finally, another door appeared before me, and I burst through it with gusto, slamming it behind me. I ended up in an airplane, flying over miles of beautiful, pastoral landscape close to sunset, which I could gaze at through the wide open door. It was characterized by big, open fields, trees, and little farmhouses dotting the land. What a change. I reveled in it until a bullet hit the back of the plane. I was trapped. Well, what was I to do?

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